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MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON

in PANIC S01E02 ― "Heights"

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟣,𝟧𝟨𝟥 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟪,𝟦𝟧𝟣 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂-𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺), 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍? 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾.

Dodge was not accustomed to people showing up for him. So, when his gaze fell on you in the rodeo throng that day, he was certain he was imagining things. Was it possible that you would've remembered something he said in passion at Dot's over a week ago? Most importantly, why did you even care?

He'd wanted you ever since he first saw you. You were just so damn pretty. So sweet, so gentle. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but God, was it hard not to fall in love with you instantly.

Despite his reservations, as he finishes his run and dismounts from Charger, his horse, you are the only one he cares about, and the one he makes a beeline towards to where you wait at the gate.

"You came." He tilts his cowboy hat, places his hands on his hips, and looks down at you.

You nod slightly. "I did."

His lips twitch into a smirk.

"Don't look so thrilled. Was the thought of seeing me again that painful?"

"Oh my god, it was completely and utterly dreadful." Dodge can tell by the tone of voice you're using that you're only teasing him.

He lets out a scoff laugh, pretending to be hurt by your words. He holds his chest dramatically. "Now you're breakin' my poor heart, pretty thing."

"Well then, I might just have to stitch is back up for you." You have an amused grin on your face, but your attempts at flirting are completely serious.

"Oh, yeah?" Dodge steps closer to you, looking down at you, and takes the bottom of his shirt into his hands and lifts it up, revealing an impressive washboard stomach and the slightest hint of a happy trail that's just barely visible in the cowboy's jeans. "You can start here."

"You're a real charmer, aren't you?" It seems like an offhanded comment, but your tone of voice and the look in your eyes tells him that you're very much interested.

"You like it." That signature crooked smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. "Admit it."

He gently tugs your chin upward, his eyes meeting yours with an intense gaze and his thumb grazing against your bottom lip.

When your teeth lightly nibble against his thumb, he loses it, he's officially going mad. He's completely gone for you. He needs you. Now. Which in turn means, you two need to get somewhere relatively private.

Dodge's eyes darken with lust. He looks around to find a place less packed.

Without another word, he takes your hand in his and leads you away from the rodeo crowd and towards the stables nearby. Once he finds an empty stall, he shoves you into it and closes the door behind him.

Once you're secluded in the shadowed stall, Dodge presses you against the wall as he crashes his lips to yours in a passion-filled kiss.

His tongue runs against your bottom lip, demanding entry, and moans against your mouth when you open up for him. His arms wrapping around your waist and his body pressed flush against yours.

When he taps your thighs as a signal, your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the stable wall, your hands cupping his face as his tongue slips into your mouth.

A gruff groan rumbles from his throat and into your open mouth as you feel the heat and hardness of his bulge press against you.

Dodge's hands roughly grip your hips as he grinds his hips in a circular motion and begins trailing kisses along your jaw and neck.

You gasp, one arm wrapping around his neck as your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back slightly at the feeling. "Shit, Dodge..."

His teeth graze along your neck, finding that sweet spot on your collarbone, just at the top of it. He sucks on your skin and leaves a dark red mark in his wake.

The hand that's gripping your hip begins to wander further, going in between your bodies. He glances up at you, a silent question of consent. When you nod eagerly, his hands set you down against the back wall.

Dodge's hands lift your shirt up, and he presses open mouthed kisses to the top of your abdomen, and to your midriff.

His palm presses against your lower stomach, and once he reaches the waistline of your jeans, he quickly unfastens the button and yanks at the zipper.

Dodge sinks down, dropping himself to his knees as he kisses down your body. He nips and bites at the skin just above your hip bone as his hands grip the waist and and pulls your jeans past your thighs and down your legs.

He looks up at you with darkened, hungry eyes- his tongue flicking out for a second to wet his bottom lip. "Keep lookin' at me just like that, pretty thing," He says, his voice low and gravelly. He guides one of your legs onto his shoulder.

The only piece of fabric left between his mouth and it's intended target are your panties, and they don't last for long as the cowboy pulls them down with his teeth and watches them fall to your ankles.

"Keep quiet. Wouldn't want anyone seeing how good I make you feel, would we?"

He doesn't bother to wait for your response. He leans in, and his mouth is on you in mere seconds. His tongue is running up and down your folds as he moans, tasting you and savoring the sweet taste of you on his mouth.

As Dodge uses his tongue to please you, his eyes flick up to glance at you. Your head is thrown back, eyes almost rolling into the back of your head. You bite down on your bottom lip to muffle the noises that threaten to escape you. God, you're so pretty. He's never seen anybody look as goddamn beautiful as you do right now.

His eyes don't leave you. He keeps his gaze locked on yours. His name falling from your lips sounding sweeter than any melody. His tongue works you in a way that makes you lose all coherent thoughts, your head dizzy from pleasure and your eyes closing- unable to keep them open against the overwhelming sensation.

He's lapping at you like a starved man, similar to that of a wild animal. His tongue tastes you at such a rabid pace, that it doesn't seem humanly possible. He's groaning into your cunt, and that only amplifies the pleasure.

He's eating you out like he wants to devour you whole, and in a way, he does.

Your body begins to tighten as you feel the all-too-familiar feeling of your orgasm building within you. Your fingers weave into his hair, gripping it between your fingers, as if you needed him to anchor you in place to keep from drowning in your own bliss.

Dodge doesn't let up, even as your moans become louder and more wanton when you're brought over the edge. He keeps working you through your orgasm until you're oversensitive and can't stand the feel of his tongue any longer.

His tongue runs over you one last time, leaving behind a parting kiss, and his mouth trails up your stomach, following the path back towards your heaving chest. He plants one final hot, breathless open-mouthed kiss between your breasts, and he stands to his feet.

His eyes look into yours, admiring the way your chest rises and falls as you attempt to catch your breath. Your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are swollen from biting at them. He wants nothing more than to hear you calling out his name again and again. But...

But the sound of commotion outside the stall causes him to look over his shoulder. The rodeo is still going on, and it won't be long before someone comes looking for him. Dodge turns back to you, his thumb softly grazing over your cheek. "As much as I'd love to stay here-," He steals a short kiss from your lips, "-I need to go check on Charger."

You nod slightly, eyes still scanning him, and your cheeks still flushed. "Okay. Do you wanna... continue this later? Maybe somewhere a little more private?"

Dodge places his hand on the wall by you, effectively trapping you between his body and the stable wall. His lips brush up against your ear as he leans in close, his nose just barely grazing the shell of you ear.

"Of course I do," He all but whispers, the low, heated rasp of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I'll text you when the rodeo's done."

"Looking forward to it." You turn your head to quickly peck his cheek, before pulling away to grab to grab your clothes, shrugging your panties and jeans back on.

Dodge laughs softly. That bold attitude always returns, even after you've just had your mind blown.

Once you're both situated, Dodge takes his cowboy hat off his head and places it onto yours, tilting the brim down to cover your eyes with a charming smirk.

"Just keep this safe for me 'til later, okay?" He asks as he opens the stable stall door and peeks his head out. When the coast is clear, he lets go of your hand and disappears into the commotion before you can respond.

[dodgesgirl]

he looks soo pathetic i just wanna fuck him

[hellishchrissy]

watched panic solely for mike faist and developed an obsession with dodge mason and there’s literally no one i can talk about this to lmao

[this-is-macy]

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

[connorscreek]

I fully can’t comprehend that people know Mike Faist from West Side Story and not Newsies or Dear Evan Hansen, or any of the other projects he’s been a part of?

And soon enough there’ll be people who know him only from Challengers????

[fireworkss-exe]

while I absolutely adore mike faist and he was so incredibly amazing as dodge mason, I don't see enough people talking about how he was dominican in the original panic book... like why are we just ignoring that

[nellisdownterrible]

CHAPTER THREE OF MY RAYHEATHER FANFIC IS OUT!!

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[Image description: text that reads "You've heard of Elf on the Shelf, now get ready for" above a screenshot of Mike Faist as Dodge Mason in "Panic". He is wearing a helmet and sunglasses and gripping the handlebars of a motorbike. End of image description.]

[auspicious-manner]

hey guys LMAO i’m so sorry i disappeared 😭 life just got SO crazy and i lost track of writing. but good news!! my motivation is slowly but surely coming back so expect some new stories soon (and by new i mean the ones that have been sitting in my drafts/requests for months).

because i’m going to work on catching up on all my stories i’ve neglected, requests will be closed until further notice! hopefully i’ll get through some of these sooner rather than later and i can get some new ones in!

that’s all, thank you guys for sticking around even when i disappear for months at a time :)

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MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON

in PANIC S01E05 ― "Phantoms"

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟦,𝟧𝟨𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟤𝟦,𝟤𝟧𝟥 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒 (𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾), 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖻, 𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 (𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.)

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.

The rest of the rodeo went by in a blur of excitement and adrenaline. When it finally wrapped up for the night, an exhausted Dodge finds you leaning against a wall, his cowboy hat still on your head.

He looks and feels rough around the edges, the sweat making his clothes cling to his skin and his hair looking more mussed than usual, but it’s the cocky smirk on his lips that has your stomach doing flips.

“You still interested in spending the night with me, pretty thing?” He asks as he closes the distance between you, resting his forearms on the wall on either side of your head, and traps you between his body and the wall for what feels like the millionth time today.

You smile sweetly at him. "You know I am."

“Good.” He bends his head down, nuzzling his nose into your neck and taking a deep inhale as he savors the sweet scent of you on his next breath. “’Cus I was thinking…” He says as his hands find purchase on your hips, his fingers digging into his skin through your jeans. “…I could take you back to my place.”

He starts trailing kisses down your neck as his lips ghost across your skin ever so slowly, each one becoming deeper and longer than the last. A moan rumbles from his throat as he presses himself closer, his body flush against yours and his leg pressing between your legs.

"Lead the way."

He hums against your skin, the sound of his voice sending a pleasant shiver through you, before he finally pulls away. Dodge grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, his grip firm but gentle as he leads you out of the rodeo’s event parking lot.

The drive to his place was relatively short, only taking about 10-15 minutes at most. Dodge’s hand was on your knee the entire time, his rough, calloused fingers rubbing small, sensual circles into the denim material over your skin.

Eventually, he pulls up in front of a small ranch-style house on the outskirts of town and cuts the ignition.

“Home sweet home,” Dodge says as he jumps out of his truck and circles around to your side. Without warning, he yanks open your door and scoops you up in his arms.

“Dodge!” You squeal out, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he lifts you up effortlessly out of the truck and into his arms. The cowboy lets out a gruff chuckle, the smirk on his lips as cocky as ever, as he kicks the door shut and begins carrying you towards the front door of his house.

He steps into his house, kicking the front door closed behind him, and walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. He sits you down gently on the edge of his bed, his knees bent between your legs as he positions himself in between your thighs.

His fingers brush your hair out of your face, gently tucking a stray strand behind your ear before his hands come to rest on either side of your jaw. A thumb brushes across your bottom lip as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Dodge doesn’t break eye contact for a second, the hunger and lust shining through as his eyes study your face and take in every inch of you. Without warning, he pushes you back on his bed, his body pinning down against his mattress.

A gasp falls from your lips, a small sound that quickly turns into a moan as Dodge bites at your neck, his tongue soothing the indents of teeth that he leaves behind. His hands wander down the length of your body, and his hips press down in a firm, slow grind to yours.

“I told you I was gonna give you a good time,” He mutters against your skin. “And I keep my promises.”

Even through the layers of clothes, you can feel how hard and hot he is against you. He rocks his hips downward again, his hardness pressing against you, forcing a wanton whimper from your lips.

His hands slide down to your hips, his rough calloused fingers gripping you firmly against him as he keeps up the slow pace. He runs his tongue down the length of your throat, nipping and biting along the way, before he finally pulls the cowboy hat off your head and tosses it on the bedside table.

Dodge’s lips find yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and he swallows those wanton moans like a man starved for them. His hands slide down towards the hem of your shirt, and he slowly starts lifting it up past your stomach and over your chest.

His lips part from yours for a moment, just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and throw it on the floor. He looks down at you with darkened, lustful eyes as he takes you in. His hands run up the length of your body, trailing up your stomach and over your chest.

He cups your breasts through the thin material of your bra, and he feels himself nearly salivate at the way they look in his hands. “So perfect,” He breathes out, the words sounding like a reverent, hushed prayer. “You’re goddamn perfect.”

You flush at the praise. "Well- you're pretty perfect yourself."

That damn crooked smirk of his, the one that makes your stomach do flips, pulls at his lips as his hands begin unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

“Oh, you think so?” He asks in that low, sultry voice of his, knowing damn well the effect it has on you. “Well, I have to disagree with you on that one, darlin’.”

"Oh, c'mon- you have to know how you look. I mean, have you- have you seen yourself?"

The smirk on his mouth grows wider at your words, and the way you’re looking at him is making that ego of his bigger and bigger.

His shirt falls to the floor, fully exposing his muscular, well-toned body to your eager gaze, and the way your eyes roam over him is only making his pants feel tighter.

“So, you think I’m perfect, huh?” He asks, a rough chuckle following in his words as he drops down on top of you, his muscular body resting against yours and his arms resting beside your head to hold himself up. The weight of him on you is enough to force a moan from your lips. Dodge dips his head down towards your ear, his tongue flicking out for a second. “Think you could show me just how perfect you think I am?”

There’s a teasing note to his voice, but you can tell by the way his lips just barely graze over your skin as he speaks that he’s begging for you to touch him. To show him how perfect you think he is.

You bring your hand up to his skin and run your fingertips along the muscles of his arms and down his shoulders. Your touch is light and gentle, but by the way his eyes flutter shut at the sensation, he’s more than enjoying the attention.

You run your fingers down his chest, going lower and lower until you reach the jeans that are hugging his hips. You keep your eyes on his, watching the way his expressions change as you trace the V on his stomach that leads right to the place where he wants your touch the most.

A strangled moan escapes his lips, the sound of it low and guttural. Dodge’s eyes flutter open again, his gaze locking onto yours as you trace your fingers over the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Is this what you want, cowboy?” You ask as you give his hardness a gentle squeeze.

His mouth falls open at your touch, and he lets out a strangled moan, the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. “Goddamn it,” He mutters between low, needy groans. “You’re gonna be the death of me, ain’t you?”

You chuckle at his neediness, and you give him another firm squeeze. He drops his head down towards your neck, the moan that falls from his mouth sounding like a plea.

“Please,” He all but begs, his hot breath against your skin. “Jesus Christ, please.”

You look down as you undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down, and Dodge all but grunts when the pressure of his pants finally eases. You push the jeans down his hips, and he lifts up slightly as you push them down to his knees.

His mouth goes back to your neck, his kisses becoming more desperate and hungry as you slide your hand up the length of his thigh, slowly and tantalizing. You don’t give him what he needs — the only thing he wants at this very moment — and it has him making the most delicious, wanton noises.

“I wanna hear you say it,” You muse as you trail your fingers along the line of his boxers, stopping just at the edge of the elastic as he bucks his hips, trying to gain any kind of friction he can get. “Say it, cowboy. Tell me what you want.”

Dodge moans against your neck, his voice sounding rough and strained. “God, please, please…” He mutters, his voice broken between needy groans. “Please, I want you to… I need you to touch me.”

“That’s what I thought,” You tease him, your voice low and sultry as your hand finally dips down into his boxers and takes him in your hand.

A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest, and his forehead presses hard against your shoulder. “Fuck,” He hisses as you begin pumping him in your hand. “God, yes, just like that."

You run your thumb over the tip, a gasp falling from his mouth at the new sensation, and his hips jerk forward, trying to get more.

“Please,” He all but begs, the words breathless and wanton, “Please don’t stop, please don’t-”

You squeeze him tight, a firm pressure, and he lets out a strangled whimper of your name from between his lips. His hips push forwards into your hand, the need to be in you — to be anywhere inside of you — almost maddening.

“That’s it,” You soothe him, continuing to stroke him at the perfect pace, keeping him riding on the edge of euphoria. “You’re doing so good, Dodge.”

He lets out a low, choked moan at your words, and his grip on the bedding tightens to the point that his knuckles go white. “I… I need more,” He pleads between ragged breaths. “Please… god, please, I-I need-”

You let go of him and pull your hand away, causing him to let out a low moan of protest.

“Shhh…” You soothe him, even as his hips continue to buck into the air, chasing that lost sensation. “Be a good boy and turn around for me.”

Dodge lets out a low whine, but he does as he's told and rolls over onto his back. He looks up at you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, and there is something different about his normally cocky expression. He looks desperate — hungry and begging to be filled.

You smile down at him as you slide off the bed, his eyes following your every move as you stand to your feet beside him.

“Stay there,” You order him, a hint of a warning to your voice. “And don’t you move. Got it?”

He nods his head, his mouth slightly parted and his breaths coming in low, huffy puffs. “Yeah,” He all but whispers. “Got it.”

You drop to your knees between his spread legs, and his eyes follow your every movement, watching you with bated breath and a look of desperate anticipation. You slide your hands up his thighs and hook your fingers in the fabric of his boxers.

“Lift your hips.” You tell him, and he responds without hesitation, his body obeying your command.

You pull his boxers down past his hips and down his legs, yanking them off and throwing them aside until he’s completely naked before you. Your eyes roam over his body, and the way he lets you stare at him — completely at your mercy and on display — has you feeling something dark and hungry stir in your core.

You keep your eyes on him as you remove your bra, followed by your underwear, leaving you completely bare.

Dodge lets out a strangled moan, his gaze trailing down your chest and over the expanse of your stomach, until he finally sees you in your full naked glory. You swear you can see his pupils dilate at the very sight of you and the way his eyes roam over your skin like a man starved for it.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” He all but pants as his head falls back and a ragged breath escapes his lips. “You are somethin’ else.”

You run your hands up the length of his thighs, the muscles in them clenching under your touch. You push his legs apart then, exposing him to the cool air, and a shiver of anticipation runs through both of you.

“Dodge,” You mutter his name, the single word sounding like a murmured prayer from your lips. “I’m gonna ask you a question, and I need you to answer it honestly for me, okay?”

Dodge swallows thickly, and a guttural hum rumbles from his chest. “Anything.” He all but pants out, his voice thick with need and desire.

You slide closer to him, your body flush against his as you lean in and drop your head down towards his ear.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you murmur against his skin, before nipping at his earlobe. “You gonna let me do whatever I want with you?”

“Yes,” The word comes out of his mouth without hesitation, his head nodding vigorously as a choked moan echoes from his lips. “God, yes, I’ll be good, I promise, I promise.”

“Mhmm,” You hum against his skin, your smile almost predatory as you trail a line of kisses down his shoulder. “That’s what I thought.”

You slide a hand up the length of his chest and up to his jaw, your fingers grabbing him at his chin and forcing him to look at you. His eyes are half-lidded, darkened with desire, and they lock onto yours so desperately… so obediently.

You slide your thumb over his bottom lip, the touch gentle but firm as you push it past his lips and into his mouth. He lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates against your thumb, and his tongue immediately laps against the digit. The feeling has you clenching and already aching to be touched.

“That’s my good boy,” You breathe out, watching as he all but sucks on your thumb, his gaze still locked onto yours. “My pretty, perfect boy.”

You pull your thumb from his mouth, a small trail of saliva coating it, and run it down his throat. His head tilts back as you do so, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the press of your digit.

Your eyes roam over him, taking him in fully and savoring the sight of him on display before you. His broad, muscular chest… his rippling abs… the prominent V of his hips leading down to where he needs you the most.

“My pretty, perfect little cowboy,” You murmur, your voice like a honeyed vice as you gaze down at him.

Dodge lets out a needy whimper at your words, his hips jerking involuntarily as you drag your gaze over him. He’s practically panting at this point, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“Please,” He manages to beg out. “Baby, I need you, I need you so bad-”

“I know,” You soothe him, your voice soft and sweet. “I know you do. I know you need me.”

Your hand runs back over his stomach and down the length of his thighs, your touch feathery-light. He lets out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively thrusting against nothing, trying to find friction where there is none.

Then, you straddle him, hovering over his length, bracing yourself by placing your hands on his chest, looking down at him.

Dodge’s hands immediately fly to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lets out a guttural moan at the feeling of you against him. He’s burning hot and already leaking from the tip, and he grips you so hard that you're sure he’s going to leave marks.

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart,” He all but pants out, his voice strained and needy. “You’re absolutely gonna kill me.”

You chuckle, and you give him a sly grin as you lower your hips just slightly, just enough to brush against the tip of him.

Dodge lets out a sharp, strangled moan at the sensation, and his hips jerk up involuntarily, trying to bury into you, trying to feel you around him. “Please… god, please-”

“Please, what?” You tease him, your eyes locked with his and a smirk pulling at your lips. “Use your words, cowboy. Tell me what you want.”

Dodge lets out a strangled whimper, the muscles in his stomach clenching under your hands. “I… I need you,” He finally chokes out. “Need you so bad… need to be inside you.”

“That’s it, baby,” You soothe him, your words low and sultry. “That’s it, good boy.”

You lower your hips further then, taking his tip inside of you, and a choked moan escapes his lips as he grips onto your hips even tighter. His eyes flutter shut, and he throws his head back as he lets out a string of breathless curses.

“My perfect boy,” You muse as you ease yourself down more of his length, your heat taking him in slowly.

Dodge lets out a deep, guttural moan, his hips bucking upwards in a desperate need for more. He’s barely holding on to himself, and the sound of you calling him “your boy” has him whining like a whimpering puppy.

His eyes open again, and he looks up at you with a desperate need to be filled, to be used, to be everything you want him to be. “Baby,” He gasps out, the words almost pleading. “Please… please, let me move… I-I need to-”

“Shhh…” You soothe him, not stopping your descent onto him. “I know what you need, cowboy. I’m always going to give you what you need.”

You finally reach the base of him, and he lets out a choked moan as you take him all the way inside of you. His eyes flutter closed and his back arches at the feeling, and he lets out a breathless curse as he tries to control himself.

“God, you feel so good inside me,” You muse, your voice shaky and needy as you begin to move your hips and ride him slowly.

Dodge lets out another guttural moan, his hands digging into your hips as his own begin to thrust up into you. “Jesus Christ, baby,” He gasps out, his eyes half-lidded and his head thrown back. “I… I don’t know if I’m… if I’m gonna be able to… to…”

“I know,” You soothe him, your voice sultry and sweet, “I know you’re trying to hold back for me. You’re such a good boy.”

You pick up your pace, rocking into him deeper and harder, and he can’t stop the string of needy moans that fall from his lips.

"But fuck me like you mean it, Dodge."

Something in Dodge’s expression, the way his eyes flash with desperate need, tells you that those words were just the thing he needed to hear.

He immediately bucks his hips harder into you, a wild and rough pace that has your eyes rolling back. He’s letting out an endless stream of sounds, half-moans and guttural groans, and he grips your hips so hard you're sure his fingerprints will be tattooed into your skin come morning.

“God, sweetheart,” He moans out, his voice rough and strained between guttural grunts. “You feel so goddamn good… so… so-”

He thrusts up into you deep and firm, and you can’t help the desperate whimper that falls from your lips.

“Oh, god, yes,” You manage to gasp out, your head falling back as you ride him desperately. “Right there, cowboy… right there.”

He responds to your words, shifting his angle slightly to hit deeper inside of you, and you swear you see stars at the new sensation.

“You like that?” he gasps out as he continues, his tone almost cocky. “You like when I hit that spot, sweetheart?”

He thrusts into you again, that hard, rough angle hitting just right, and another needy whimper falls from your lips.

“Yeah,” You manage to gasp, your voice trembling and ragged. “God, Dodge… you’re so… you’re so good.”

He lets out another guttural sound of satisfaction at your words, and you feel him twitch inside of you with every syllable that falls from your mouth.

“Tell me again,” He pants out, his pace rough and fast. “Tell me again… how good I’m being… for you.”

You swear the needy tone of his voice, the desperate plea for praise, should be illegal and has a moan rumbling up your throat.

“You’re being so good,” You gasp out, your head falling forwards and your hands gripping his chest. “My perfect, good boy… you’re doing so good, making me feel so good-”

Dodge lets out a strangled moan at your words, and he lifts one hand from your hip, moving it up to your jaw to tilt your head down to look at him, your eyes locking with his.

“Yeah?” He all but growls the word, an edge of feral need in his voice. “You gonna come for me?”

You can feel yourself clenching against him, the way his tone is just setting your body on fire and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Yes,” You choke out, your voice a low moan. “Gonna… gonna come for you, cowboy-”

A cocky smile tugs at his lips, and he lets out a breathless chuckle. “Atta girl,” he says through his panting breaths.

He bucks into you hard, that deep, rough angle sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and that fire in your belly only burns hotter.

You swear you can feel your vision start to blur, and the sound of his praise and breathless grunts in your ears has any coherent thought melting together. “More,” you gasp out, “More, please… oh god please, don’t stop-”

“Yeah?” Dodge moans out, his tone almost smug. “You want more, sweetheart?”

He bucks up into you as he says it, his hand gripping your hip so hard that his fingertips are digging into you like a vice. “You want me to give you everything you need, huh?”

“God, yes,” you manage to breathe out, your body trembling and the fire in your belly almost reaching its peak. “Please, I need… I need… I need-”

But your words are cut off as Dodge bucks up into you just right, finally sending you over the edge.

You cry out, your body clenching around him and your head thrown back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your nails dig into his skin, your entire body trembling and your vision blurry, and the only sound you can make is a desperate moan of his name.

The sheer sight of you coming undone on top of him, the way your body jerks and trembles at the waves of pleasure, and the way you cry out his name sends Dodge over just after you.

“Oh god,” he gasps out, his pace slowing as he guides you through your orgasm, his hips bucking into you erratically. “Oh god, sweetheart… so, so goddamn beautiful, you’re so… God, I’m coming… oh god, fuuuck-”

He buries himself inside you as he comes, his body stiffening and a wrecked moan falling from his lips. He’s shaking beneath you as he holds you to his chest, his breaths coming in ragged pants, and he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder.

You ride him through his orgasm, the feeling of his body trembling and his desperate hold on you bringing a smile to your lips. You run a hand soothingly over his hair as you listen to him moan against your skin, feeling his racing pulse and his chest heaving against your body.

You can feel him soften inside you as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, and he lets out a shaky breath against your neck. His arms cling desperately to you, pulling you against him as he kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.

“God,” his voice is rough and his words are shaky as he speaks, “That was… that was incredible… you’re incredible, baby.”

He lifts his head up from your neck, and he tilts your chin down with his hand so his eyes can find yours. His gaze is still dark with need and desire, and it’s almost breath-taking.

You look down into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him. His face is flushed, his hair is messy and disheveled, and his breaths are still coming out in ragged pants, and he looks absolutely wrecked.

You reach down and gently caress his cheek with your fingers, your touch gentle and loving as you take him in. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, cowboy,” you muse with a small laugh.

Dodge grins at your words, and he lifts a hand to intertwine his fingers with yours on his cheek. He lifts your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I meant it, you know,” he says between kisses. “You really are incredible. So goddamn beautiful… goddamn perfect…”

You smile softly down at him and bring your other hand up to his jawline, running your fingers gently over his skin. “Stop,” you murmur with a laugh, your voice soft. “You keep calling me that and I’m gonna start believing it.”

Dodge smirks, a cocky look in his eyes as he lifts an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?” he asks, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

He tugs slightly on your hand still held in his, and he maneuvers you to lay down on the bed beside him. He lays on his side, facing you and pressing up against your body, and he brings you closer so that your chest is flush with his.

You hum in contentment as you find yourself in his arms, your body pressed against his and your head snuggled into his chest. You run your fingers idly over his skin, tracing patterns on his flesh and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Of course not,” you finally answer, a small laugh in your voice. “But I might start getting spoiled.”

Dodge chuckles at that, the sound rumbling from his chest. “You say that like it’s a problem,” he teases, and he brings a hand up to your hair, gently running his fingers through it.

“I’d gladly spoil you rotten if I could, sweetheart. Give you anything and everything you wanted.”

[dodgesgirl]

I’D LET HER FUCK ME WITH A RACKET. 𐙚

WELCOME!

ᯓ★ emmy. nineteen years old. she/her. currently taking requests for panic, bridgerton and challengers, so send something my way!

ᯓ★ here to shitpost, have fun, & write. almost everything i write will be nsfw, so please proceed with caution and always check for content warnings if they’re available ᥫ᭡

ᯓ★ my art donaldson works

ᯓ★ pink text tutorial

REQUEST GUIDELINES!

ᯓ★ i write for a lot of characters, and am happy to do unspecified works (writings where no specific love interest is chosen), but don’t excpect me to know every character! if i don’t know the character or the film, i most likely won’t write about it or them (feel free to ask though!)

ᯓ★ i will not write anything including the following kinks: scat or piss play, breath play, harsh bdsm, or anything along those lines

ᯓ★ i will not write anything featuring a male or amab reader (i am not male myself and am uncomfortable writing about it!) but feel free to request a non-binary or unspecified reader ᥫ᭡

ᯓ★ i’m currently encouraging requests for panic, bridgerton and challengers, but am happy to accept any of the following: harry potter/marauders era, outer banks, vampire diaries/originals, criminal minds, marvel, the last of us, bones and all, dune, cod, abbott elementary, etc. (please keep in mind these requests will move to the back of the queue as i’m not eager to write for these, but i will eventually get to them!)

ᯓ★ multipart-story requests are welcome but will not necessarily be prioritised!

ᯓ★ as for moodboards, requests can literally be anything from a “relationship with [character]” board to a “studying” board. anything you’d like!

MASTERLIST!

ᯓ★ master list will be linked below once created. thank you for visiting, i hope you enjoy!!

[stuckinthesmalldoor]

Happy new years everybody!! Hope this years better than the last!!

[garotaassombra]

Depois de quase três anos sem conseguir sair de casa sozinha, lembro do dia em agosto de 2023 em que fui sozinha de ônibus para o trabalho. Fazia muito tempo que não andava sozinha devido ao medo. Esse medo, que não tratei de maneira adequada, foi crescendo e prejudicando minha vida social.

Fiquei muito feliz por ter conseguido ir ao trabalho sem ter uma crise de ansiedade durante o trajeto. Após esse dia, passei a alternar entre ônibus e Uber. Sinto que regredi após uns oito meses, mas continuo trabalhando nisso e fazendo pequenas saídas sozinha, mesmo que seja apenas indo e voltando de Uber. Para mim, essas pequenas conquistas são significativas.

Recusei muitos convites e deixei de ir a vários lugares que gostaria, devido à insegurança, medo e ansiedade. Sair da zona de conforto é difícil quando se vive com medo.

- Garota Assombrada

[this-is-macy]

Mike Faist as Dodge Mason

Panic 1x08: Returns