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@dkotas
#DKOTAS : a highly selective independent portrayal of dakota brooks , an original character from elsie silver's chestnut springs universe . loved by peaches , she/her , 29 , gmt . medium activity . also found at @psyhottic & @br3vo . SIDEBLOG to @ofaspens
- whiskey kisses , midnight hours and empty bottles . silverado tyre tracks , someone's daughter in the truck bed . steer wrestling , sound of a home run hit , all around cowboy red flag.
❛ MEME CALL , for @willagrant ₍ willa ₎
absence makes the heart grow fonder , makes his dick grow harder too . all of two weeks since he'd last seen her , ambushed by arms and legs wrapped around him , tidying up the barn house has transpired into messy kisses and hungry hands . his shirt was somewhere or other , same place as her jeans , his weight leaning into the wood of a stable door while warm tongue dipped between the contours of muscle lining his torso . ❛ missed you too ❜ quiet chuckle , hands dirty from working gathered up wild locks of crimson , was gentlemanly enough to hold strands out of the way as she trailed wet mouth across his body . 『 TONGUE. 』 for my muse to lick a line along your muses body.
near jumps by the surprising yet playful squeeze of her sides, a yelp escaping the vet as she's lifted onto the counter top. instantly scooting closer to his warmer body, the surface cold beneath bare thighs, a pinkish hue spreading over the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks. ❝ dakota, ❞ she softly murmurs, playing with the golden chain that had dangled above her pretty features last night - distracting herself from the fact she isn't wearing any panties. not quite sure where she'd lost them last night. ankles crossing behind his back to keep him close.
sound of her girly yelp pulled a chuckle from his lips , it was cute , even cuter by the way a pink blush crept across the contours of her face . ❛ hmm? ❜ mumbled sound , eyes drifting downwards to watch the way fingers toyed with his chain like she had done in the bar , like a leash she only had to tug on to bring his lips closer to hers . hands stayed around her sides , gentle grip yet enough to keep her balanced as legs locked around him and stubbled jawline brushed against hers , ❛ coffee's going to get cold ❜
21 questions what color are ur panties
# dakota brooks / edits
at the start, she wasn't doing it on purpose. there were no seats available and his lap looked awful tempting to her. so she sat, and she moved as she grabbed drinks. all so innocent to begin with. until red-head clocked a bodily response to all her ... wriggling. which just made her do it more, every chance she got. with that innocent look on her face. pearly whites capture plump bottom lip, air leaving her nostrils in amusement. her own body certainly reacted to that. feeling a heat prickling the back of her neck, between those traitorous thighs of hers. "in front of everyone?" willa turns her head enough for her lips to brush the shell of his ear as she whispers. "sure you could handle that kind of attention on me?" red-head taunts, clearing her throat a little as she adjusts her position.
he knows willa and her games all too well , should have guessed they'd up where they were the moment she'd sat so sweetly in his lap . swig of his beer is enough to cool his temperature for a moment , hot skin from the way she never quite managed to stay still . ❛ in front of everyone. ❜ repeated words , quiet yet low enough in her ear that they came with warning , hand around her waist squeezing ever so slightly . ❛ they'd still hear you scream from the restroom . ❜ he'd make sure of it . encourage her , push her to the edge until the whole bar knew what was happening.
a breathy exhale escapes the veterinarian as filth spills from inviting brims, taken a surprise that leaves her aching for more than the kiss she would've settled for. head tilted, her lips meeting his - muffling the soft moan that escapes her at the rich taste of whiskey and him. forehead comes to rest against his as she breaks the kiss, her breathing laboured and a desperate glint in her darkened gaze. ❝ you should take me home... ❞ the night may still be young, last call is hours away. heel of her palm rubs the straining length, ❝ put me on my knees, and make me forget those that came before, ❞ list isn't long, and she has a feeling he's bound to throw her world of it's access. ❝ promise i'll be such a good girl for you... ❞
moan against his lips leaves a vibration in his mouth , it's addicting , want's to see what other sweet sounds he can pull from her as lips drift apart despite the lingering closeness . gaze had moved between hers and her lips , only drifting lower to watch the way small palm pressed flat against him - breath catching in the back of his throat . it was the kind of tightness the came with discomfort , and yet sparks of unadulterated pleasure ignited beneath the warmth of her hand . ❛ keep doing that and we wont make it home. ❜ he had little problem bending her over the hood of his truck to satisfy his own selfish desires . wanton promises of their night to be wrapped around his ears like some kind of siren song , and he'd happily let her drag him down with each innocent sounding sin . ❛ lets see just how good you can be. ❜ gap between them grows , arm around her shoulders to guide them both away from the bartop towards the exit.
willa was a glutton for punishment --- and her punishment came in the form of dakota brooks. she should learn her lesson. he wasn't hers on the rodeo circuit, he's everyone else's. so why did she think she was going to surprise him and he wasn't going to be chatting up some leggy blonde. just the look on his face was challenge enough. she wasn't usually the jealous type --- but she was definitely the get even type. which was worse. "good." willa relaxes her grip on him, but those green eyes of hers held a storm he'd do well to steer clear of. "because i want you to watch me... while i dance with your friend." her hand does connect with his cheek, but it's more in a condescending tap than a slap before turning on her heel.
she'd spoken , through words had been sent alongside her hand against his face , wasn't a slap yet carried the weight of one . he deserved a stinger . he couldn't justify it , wouldn't lie about his actions , wouldn't try and hide the fact his arm had been around the shoulders of a buckle bunny missing a braincell or two - and that small amount of truth and owning his actions soothed the twist in his gut . because for some strange reason , he felt bad , or perhaps it just because she'd caught him red handed . ❛ she's all yours ❜ whatever sick kind of punishment it was supposed to be , beer at his side and the two of them dancing felt more like a treat .
a suggestion rather than a promise, causing the vet to raise an eyebrow at the cowboy. perhaps still adjusting, a vastly different experience compared to the college boys she had fucked in the past - what kept her hooked too. more experienced, knew how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy - there was no faking to stroke an ego, just pure bliss. ❝ what is it with obsession with fucking someone while they're wearing your clothes? ❞ encountered a jersey-kink once or twice before, amusing, however, that despite the experience he seems just as intrigued by it. fingertips trail up his chest before locking around the back of his neck, ❝ or is it a polite way to say you're not attracted to me, ❞ tone playful, knowing fully well it's quite the opposite.
she looked up at him with the kind of doe eyes that screamed sweetness , and yet hid a multitude of sins beneath them which had all come out to play the night before . ❛ because ❜ he began , hands giving her sides a playful squeeze as her own roamed across his upper half , ❛ i'm a terrible , horrible , caveman ❜ same soft chuckle wrapped around his words , arms dipping low enough to lift her up onto the work surface , ❛ and it's incredibly attractive. ❜ a hint of shameless possessive nature too , scratched an itch he never knew existed until it happened to first time .
breath hitches at the back of her throat as his hot breath fans across the soft dermis, ivories grazing and leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind. ❝ and you like that, ❞ not a question but a confident statement. call it liquid courage, heel of her palm skating higher - soft fingertips toy with the zipper of his all too tight denims. twisting the chain tighter, pupils blown as she stares him down. unwilling to back down. ❝ you should just shut me up, ❞ tone laced with challenge, not exactly hidden at the front of bar - yet he towers over her with his broad frame. hiding her from immediate view. tugging on the gold chain, taunting him for his previous statement - holden's threat to keep men away from his oldest daughter. ❝ or are you too much of a frightened boy to kiss me? ❞
he might have been an asshole who knows his own worth , knows his own charm , but at the end of the day ? he was just a man , and the way she tugged on his chain would have had the same effect on anyone . ❛ shut you up in front of all these people ? - ❜ amused retort as small hand ventured across his jeans , couldn't hide the way material had risen , no need to deny her actions were a turn on given he'd bet good money her panties were wet and pussy was aching . ❛ - it'd take more than a kiss to do that ❜ he'd already figured out she had a mouth on her , one which he skimmed his lips against . ❛ and i don't think you really want me to put you on your knees in front of everyone ❜ words faded into his teeth nipping her lower lip , fingers lifting her chin into a kiss.
had not intended to stay the night, not part of their unspoken agreement. even if he'd offered her to stay, she had had every intention of leaving, figuring it was post-orgasm nonsense he'd muttered into the crook of her neck. five minutes of admiring the steer wrestler as he slept, tracing the scratch marks adorning the expanse of his impressive chest. before she knew it she'd been lulled to sleep by his heavy sound of his breathing. her clothes from the night nowhere in sight, his chequered flannel haphazardly buttoned before limping into his kitchen. stumbling into his broad frame when he snakes an arm around her narrow waist and hauls her close. chocolate hues flutter close, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the moment, a raspy giggle tumbling past pouty brims at his change of heart. ❝ are you always this indecisive in the morning? —— ❞ petite palms splay over the now less irritated skin, sweetly pecking at the marks she had left behind before head tilts, peering up at him through dark fluttering lashes. ❝ —— do i need to make the decision for you? ❞
for all of his awful tendencies he was at least quite good at making up for his wrongs , came with practise when it benefited him , and keeping her sweet was most certainly a benefit . ❛ not indecisive ❜ he mumbled from another sip of coffee , blindly putting his mug on the work surface to wrap arms around her smaller frame entirely . he lets them settle at her lower back , fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt that clung to her like an angel . ❛ not when you'd look so much better screaming my name while wearing it. ❜ was suggestive , but not enough to be a promise given the way she'd stumbled into the kitchen like bambi on ice after their night together .
there he goes, touching her. like he still has a right to --- which dakota brooks sort of does. they do this song and dance every time. he's here, and it's great. he leaves for the rodeo, and she's left behind. again and again and again. she feels like the fucking mistress, and maybe she was. willa was better than this, better than what he reduced her to --- and then he goes and fucking touches her. the red-head stops, looks down at where his hand had disappeared and slowly tilts her head up to him. "you want to see me naked, dakota?" there was a testing step towards him, her nose purposely brushing against the stubble littering his chin, as if there was any space to begin with. but willa was a fire that could not be put out. "you'll have to beg." her falsely delicate appendage wraps around his wrist to pry that delicious hand off her. "you remember how to do that, right?"
thumb brushed back and forth against her waist , could feel the warmth of her skin as barely there gap between them closed ever more . ❛ oh i always want to see you naked ❜ he wore his usual shit eating smirk , knew it worked time and time again , just like her presence alone was enough to keep him coming back . everything about her challenging nature to those rare softer moments excited him , never ending thrill of the chase in some sick game of cat and mouse . her head lifted , his dipped , enough to brush lips against her jawline with a quiet chuckle , ❛ want me to get on my knees ? ❜ head withdrew only to lazily drag his gaze across the length of her body , fingers still wrapped around her , ❛ say the word and i'll do it right now. ❜
university had been an eye-opener to the veterinarian. like a skittish horse entering the show ring for the first time, but coming out a champion. had returned with a newfound confidence, one could say. however, holden’s rules still seem to exist - his daughter by biology only. if a newcomer, granted the blonde hadn’t been back in chestnut springs in the past seven years due to her education, knew of it. outdated so to speak, she was far from the little girl with a dream who’d left their beloved town. rebellion in a ruggedly handsome package, a far cry from the city boys she’d bedded back in boston. caged between @dkotas broad and sculpted frame and the railspur’ bar counter, pinky finger hooked around the golden chain - tethering the two, and perhaps she treats it like a halter, control the stallion if you will. ❝ and do you always do what you’re told? ❞ pulling on the heavy chain. ❝ if so, those rules don’t apply to me —— ❞ her free hand splayed over his impressive thigh - fingertips digging into the hard muscle. ❝ —— i can be as hands-on as you’d like me to be. ❞
careful, your dad told me to keep my hands off of you
beer after beer , whiskey after whiskey until it hung heavy on his breath and left a taste on his tongue , hell , he'd let the little blonde walk him 'round the bar right now if she asked nice enough . ❛ something tells me you don't ❜ had that mischievous kind of glimmer in her eye , let her toy with the smooth metal as his head lowered , dipped in close enough to breathe across her neck and graze teeth across the skin , ❛ lots of talk , lil' lady. ❜ was a game of cat and mouse , push and pull , even if the dainty hand of hers pressed into his thigh gave her the upper hand , denim wash jeans feeling all too tight .
❛ MEME CALL , for @purplelaced ₍ fawn ₎
❛ looks cute ❜ eyes watching her pad around the kitchen from behind his coffee cup , because he wasn't a total asshole . he'd let her stay the night , let her wear his shirt at least two sizes too big , and brewed a fresh pot of coffee . though chequered material grazing her thighs with that bed head of tousled blonde was enough to knock the gentleman right back out of him , ❛ would look even better on the floor , babygirl. ❜ spoken between a sip of coffee , arm reaching to pull her in by the waist , lips pressing a kiss against the top of her head , ❛ on second thoughts , keep it on . ❜ something about the idea of her screaming his name in his clothes sent a tingle of satisfaction along his spine . [ OVERSIZED ] : fawn is wearing dakota's oversized hoodie or shirt with nothing underneath.
❛ MEME CALL , for @willagrant ₍ willa ₎
❛ yes ma'am ❜ it was sarcastic , snakey , southern drawl that oozed charm despite not quite meaning his words , though chose not to challenge the red head who'd balled her hands into his shirt - fingers practically clutching fists into material as he stood there . ❛ loud and clear ❜ wouldn't have been surprised if that one earned him a slap , smirk playing against the corners of his lips as rodeo ground atmosphere buzzed behind them . " have i got your attention now ? . "
