Reheating (maaaaaaybe?) leftover Panic fandom nachos with this smutty Dodge Mason goodness . . . 💭
Imagine the bronc’s still riding Dodge hard, all his muscles tight and twitching, his body still hot and flushed from those eight seconds in that saddle. He was a mean sonnabitch, a red roan with a Roman nose named Scarlet Fever that fought like hell to buck him off.
Eight seconds later, $50 rolled into a fat wad in his jeans, and now he’s got this pretty little thing back at his place, all wide-eyed and soft and willing, and his restraint?
Gone. Out the fucking window.
She barely takes a step before he’s got one massive hand around her waist, yanking her forward with a low grunt, the other hand palming the back of her head and tilting it back so he can kiss her—no . . . devour her.
It’s messy and hungry and filthy, like he’s been starving for her and finally gets to eat. Her little gasp disappears straight into his mouth as he sucks on her tongue, his chest pressed against hers, sweat-slick and burning hot through her thin dress.
She’s trying to keep up, whimpering softly, clutching at his snap shirt with shaky fingers . . . but he’s not slowing down.
“Been thinkin’ about you, baby,” he growls against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “All those shy lil’ looks? Those cute lil' skirts you wear around the house like you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me?”
He lifts her. Just like that. No warning.
Hands under her thighs, her cute dress riding all the way up, her soft legs wrapping around his hips like it’s instinct. He then carries her through the hallway like she weighs nothing; all ten fingers digging into her ass, gripping her so tight that it’s like he’s trying to brand her.
“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” he pants, slamming her against the hallway wall, grinding his cock up into the soaked cotton of her panties like an ornery bull. “Knew you would be. Knew you’d fit perfect right here, sugar.”
She gasps, claws at his shoulders, and he grins, feral, watching her fall apart so damn fast for him. She’s already dizzy, already clinging, already whispering his name like a prayer, something soft and sweet and Dodge . . .
He walks them straight into his bedroom and throws her down on the bed, making her bounce, dress hiked up around her waist, lips kiss-swollen, and pretty eyes glassy.
And he just stares for a second.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” he breathes, fingers working a mile a second to unbutton his plaid pearly snap and tossing it aside. “Lyin’ there all pretty like a lil’ gift. Bet you’ve never even been touched like this, huh?”
She shakes her head, cheeks flushed, thighs rubbing together instinctively.
“Didn’t think so,” he mutters, kneeling between her legs. “S’okay, baby. I’ll teach you everything. Gonna ruin you for every other man. You’re gonna cry when I stop.”
And the way he grabs her thighs, spreads them, mouths at her through her panties like she’s his last meal?
Part Summary: It’s the Fourth of July, over a week has passed since the granary and there’s silence from the Judges. When Nat seeks an alliance with Dodge, Y/N makes an alliance of her own.
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I drive up to the training pen on the ranch. I would’ve been here sooner had I not been obligated to attend the parade with Nat and Heather.
Dodge skipped out on the festivities to help out on the ranch. He’s been trying to tame this one Appaloosa for weeks now. Everyone says he’s the only one who can do it. He is the only one who has the patience for it but sometimes I think these guys forget he’s just a kid. These thirty-something professionals put a lot of faith into an eighteen-year-old. They’re the professionals who get paid to risk their safety. Dodge does it because he loves it despite the danger.
I hop out of the driver’s seat of my car and stroll over to Dodge’s to sit on his trunk while he finishes up. This is our routine on the weekends or in this case the Fourth of July. Whenever he isn’t working, Dodge is here training for the next competition or helping out the boys on the ranch. I come and watch when I can. It used to make Dodge a bit nervous when we first started dating but not anymore. Now, he sees it as a good luck charm. He cleared the board the first time I went to one of his competitions. I haven’t missed one since. He won’t let me. He makes me wear his black hat too because I stole it the day he won everything. Dodge isn’t superstitious or anything...
Watching him ride triggers mixed emotions. A part of me loves it. It’s fun dating a badass cowboy. The other half is all too aware of the risks. One bad kick or landing and Dodge won’t ever ride again. Riding is his life, nothing good would come from him losing it.
The horse bucks with just the right amount of aggression to have Dodge slip off, thankfully he lands on his feet. he starts toward the gate, panting to catch his breath. Then, the house starts to charge at him while his back is turned.
“Yo! Yo! Watch it!” Adam warns from the fence.
Dodge sprints away, avoiding the flailing horse. He hops onto the gate and swings over. The three men hop into the pen to calm the horse down and get ready to guide back into the stables.
Dodge approaches me, decked out his cowboy hat, boots, and matching denim outfit. Damn.
“Hi Baby,” he greets with a slight pant.
“Howdy,” I snicker.
He plants a quick peck to my lips before taking a seat on the trunk of his car beside me. “Natalie came to see me at the cafe yesterday,” he states casually.
My head snaps in his direction. “Wait, what!”
“She found out about me reenrolling in school, that I compete, and suspects I’m a Judge.” He certainly left the best for last.
My brows scrunch together with a scoff. “A judge?”
He hums, nodding faintly.
“Bullshit but okay,” I accuse, turning my attention back to the pen.
He snickers. “Why do you say that?”
“She knows you moved here last August. The Judges wouldn’t have picked a total stranger,” I reason.
“That’s what I told her. She wants to team up,” he adds as if there wasn’t already enough.
“And?” I inquire.
“And…” He pauses, watching as the guys guide the horse back to the stables. He best choose his next words wisely. “I don’t think it would hurt. She’s trying to get me to… I don’t know... like her in some way, earn my approval?” He describes with a furrowed brow. “I don’t care if all of us work together to get in the final four, but her being so nice isn’t necessary.”
"Interesting..." I press my lips together and my eyes wander to a distant piece of grass.
"Don't get like that," he remarks disapprovingly and rubs my back.
"Like what?" I frown, keeping my focus anywhere but him.
He tucks his fingers between my chin and guides me to look at him. "Quiet, when I know gosh darn well that your mind is racing,” he remarks confidently. “She's your friend. You don't trust her?"
"I don't trust anyone.”
His features falter as his eyes search my face. "Even me?"
I sigh, still torn on that answer. "I'm starting to."
He brings his hand to my cheek and brushes strands of my hair back. "I'll never hurt you." He mumbles and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
When he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, I meet his gaze. "That's a tall promise,” I whisper.
His lips brush against mine. “So, what about tonight?”
“We go on business as usual,” I conclude reluctantly, hating the idea of Doge working with Nat. “I play dumb, act like Natalie, Heather and I are best friends. you’re allies with Natalie, and nobody needs to know the truth.”
“She asked me about you,” he confesses. “About the granary.”
I swallow hard. When Dodge almost fell I didn’t care who saw or what came of the game. All I cared about was him and now that it’s been over a week I’m not surprised that Natalie is seeking answers. “And?”
“Told her I hardly knew you, that we were work-friends if that.”
I nod. “Good. Let’s keep it like that.”
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Dodge and I agreed to have him pick up Natalie and Heather before getting me to aid in our story. The less we’re seen alone together the better. I also told him to ask Natalie for directions. If they found out he knew the way to my house like the back of his hand, that would add to their suspicion. We also agreed that I have to act as though I don’t want to be allies with him. I have to be completely in the dark.
At seven sharp, my doorbell rings and I rise from my couch. I stuff my phone into my shorts pocket as I swing open my front door.
Nat waits for me with a perky smile. “Ready?”
And so it begins...
“Yeah!” I force on a smile and step outside. I spot Dodge’s car in the driveway with Heather in the backseat. “What’s this?”
“Extra pair of eyes and hands,” Nat justifies.
My brows scrunch together and I slow to a halt. “Can we trust him?”
Nat rolls her eyes and walks back to me. “You guys work practically every day together, you tell me.”
“I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him,” I lie, needing to sell this story to her.
“You seemed to care about him at the granary,” she argues.
It takes every bit of me not to roll my eyes. So, she’s interrogating like she did Dodge? Fine, she wants to play dirty, let’s play.
“Just because I don’t want to see a kid dead doesn’t mean we’re best friends,” I counter.
“Did you know his name is Andrew?” She tosses at me, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yes.
My lips part. “Wait what?”
She hums and steps closer to whisper. “Found out today. I went by his house when I was putting up posters. He has a sister in a wheelchair, Dayna. They moved here, reenrolled in school after he had already graduated, and he’s like in the top 10 best rodeo riders in the country.”
“I had no idea. Then again, he doesn’t talk much.” I tell her, glancing over her shoulder at Dodge. His eyes meet mine with a stone-cold expression. “And you think we can trust him?”
“He’s in the game for a reason. He claims it’s just for the money. I think there’s something else and I’m gonna find out what,” she voices, filled with determination.
Little does she know that I know Dodge better than anyone and I trust him more than anyone. Natalie wants to use Dodge for her own gain? Fine, I’ll use her and we’ll see who’s the last one standing.
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Diggins rambles on with some gibberish as we all stand in a circle in the woods by the farm. “Time flies, so fly like the crow to reap future treasures from wars long ago. Take one of these tokens along with when you leave and send a proof in pictures by midnight to me.”
“Um, translation... please?” Troy sasses.
Diggins sighs. “Troy, I wish that I could help you. But the puzzle is part of...”
“You're supposed to steal something,” Summer interjects.
“Thank you, Summer,” Diggins huffs.
“Uh, so we have to go in-inside the house?” Shawna questions.
“Illegal entry... it happens every year,” Heather explains.
“Hmm, the student becomes the master?” Nat grins proudly.
“You can choose the cornfields or the woods to get to Spurlock's,” Diggins explains. “And 'cause we didn't complete the last challenge, the judges decided it was unfair to award or deduct any points-based...”
My jaw drops. “Wait, how is that fair?”
“Some of us actually had to cross!” Heather adds.
“Yeah, not all of us,” Nat argues.
“Yeah, I had to cross, Diggins!” Ray growls, about ready to throw some punches.
“Rankings are the same as they were after the first challenge,” Diggins reiterates, standing his ground. “Also, 'cause the cops busted us, no more spectators.
“We're still missing Tyler,” Summer points out.
“He'll be here,” Ray states.
“Okay, we'll just sneak in, steal something, get out, and then take a picture and send proof to Diggins by midnight!” Summer instructs, hopping down from the back of the truck.
“This challenge is worth 50 points, all or nothing,” Diggins adds. “You need 150 in order to make it to the next challenge, so... give it all you got.”
Everyone laughs, eager to get started. Dodge and I glance at one another, not sharing in their enthusiasm, but sure as hell ready to get this over with.
Ray passes by me and smirks. “Good luck, Princess.”
“You’re the one who needs the luck,” I challenge, earning a please grin from him.
Dodge appears at my side. “You ready?”
I hum. “Yeah.”
He glances toward Ray and steps between us. “Let's go around the woods,” he determines, pressing a protective hand to my back and guiding me away from Ray.
Nay, Heather, Dodge, and I run along the tree line toward the cornfield. I’ve always hated cornfields. I won’t go anywhere near a corn maze around Halloween. Anywhere I can’t get trapped I hate.
Nat slows and we gather just at the edge of the field. “Um... it'll be faster if we split up and scout. Um, we should see the greenhouses soon, or we're too far west. Let's meet back at the next break in ten minutes?” She suggests.
“Got it,” Heather agrees, already on her way.
“Hey,” I call after her before she disappears entirely. “Watch out, yeah?”
She offers me a soft smile. “Will do.”
So not only do I have to go into a corn maze but I have to go into it alone, nice.
“Alright, I’ll see y’all later,” I reluctantly start heading away from Dodge and Nat.
“Be careful!” She tells me, waving goodbye.
I glance at Dodge one last time before I head into the corn. I can’t believe I’m leaving him alone with her. I despise this plan already.
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Phobias are often things people joke about or tease each other over. A fear of snakes, the dark, heights, or in my case, a fear of trapped, dark/deep bodies of water, or drowning. How about a combination of all three? Cleithrophobia, thalassophobia, and aquaphobia. Put this corn maze into a giant tank, fill it with water and I would no doubt have a panic attack. Though, I’m already having enough anxiety with cleithrophobia at the moment. The fear of being trapped.
There are always stories of people getting stuck in one of these for hours, sometimes for a whole day. I can practically feel the minutes pass by like seconds.
Tick... tick... tick
I keep having to check over my shoulder due to the constant gut-wrenching feeling of being followed. With each breeze, I swear it’s someone breathing down my neck.
All I have to do is get to the house. I just need to head south and get to the house.
As I’m trying to remain focused and remind myself of the task -- distract myself -- There’s a crack behind me. I whip around and slip on a combination of some fallen stocks and mud.
“Well, well, well,” a voice expresses from within the corn.
My heart pounds in my chest so hard that it aches. Do I run? Would I make it? Would I become lost and lose all direction?
Then, Ray emerges from the shadows with a smug smirk. “If it isn't Y/N on her knees. I’ve dreamt of this moment.”
“Jesus!” I pant, finally able to breathe again. “Shit Hall you scared the shit out of me!”
He chuckles. “I scare you and you fall on your ass? Sounds about right.” He offers me his hand and helps me up. “You’ve always been a bit of a clutz.”
“Ha...ha...” I sass, wiping down my shorts to get rid of the dirt and strands of hay.
“Where are your buddies?” He teases.
“We split up, divide and conquer,” I grumble, knowing it’s a bunch of bullshit but it’s what Natalie wants to sell.
He snickers. “And who’s idea was that?”
I give him a knowing look. “Take a lucky guess.”
He narrows his gaze, a hint of suspicion lingers in his eyes. “If you don’t like Nat’s plans, why do you go along with them?”
I shrug. “Allies are an important thing to have in a game like this.”
Every word I’ve said is nothing but a bunch of lies. I hate it more than anything but Dodge has reminded me time and time again that lying isn’t bad if everyone else is doing it against us. An eye for an eye.
“What about you and me?” Ray questions, stepping closer until our faces are mere inches apart. “Think we could be a team?”
I tilt my head back, peering up at him with uncertainty. “You're fucking with me.”
“Me? Never, at least not with you,” he grins.
Ray wouldn’t necessarily be bad to have on my side. He’s been pining after me since the 8th grade and perhaps that puppy dog infatuation would cloud his judgment. Earn his trust, use his skills and knowledge of the game, increase my chances of getting the final four, not a bad plan. If I keep convincing Nat that she and Heather are my only friends in this game, she’d never see it coming. I would have her -- which is questionable -- Heather, Dodge, and Ray all helping me to the finish line.
“Look, I know a shortcut if you want to follow me,” he offers, stepping back toward the direction he was heading. He offers me his hand, but I hesitate. “What? Don't trust me?” He smirks.
“No. Why would I? You tried to sabotage Dodge at the last challenge,” I recall that very important detail.
Advantage or not, Ray isn’t exactly a saint. If I’m going to team up with him, I have to be certain he’s not going to screw me over.
“I don't need sabotage to win, sweetheart,” he argues and shows me the clock on his phone. “Time's a-ticking.”
“Yeah, I don't want to point out the obvious, but I'm actually the one that's winning,” I counter.
“You were winning, but we both know you’re not making it out of this maze without some help,” he states, giving me a knowing look. “Fear is a strong emotion and I'm willing to lend you a helping hand. Remember, there are dozens of traps laying around here thanks to nutty Spurlock. Wouldn’t want you getting trapped, would we?”
My breath becomes shallow as he stares at me. Does he really know how terrified I am? How could Ray know about my fears? Granted, everyone knows about the accident, but not the specifics. He must be guessing.
“Who knows? Maybe you'll even return the favor and help me out some time,” he suggests, biting down on his lip.
Suddenly, there’s a loud screech and the cornfield lights up like a Christmas tree. Ray lunges toward me and yanks me down to the ground. The screeching becomes a tornado-like siren and shouting ensues.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Dumbass kids!” You have ten seconds to get off my property! One!”
The siren is accompanied by an ear-piercing gunshot, causing Ray and I both to jump. Another follows and breaks through some stocks just yards away from us.
“Oh shit!” Ray brings me down lower and covers most of me with his body.
I grip the sleeve of his shirt. “Ray, let’s go!”
“What? No, we need to get inside!” He argues, poking his head up to get a better look at the house.
“And get shot?!”
He peers down at me and cups my face pleadingly. “Look, I won’t let him hurt you! Do you trust me?”
For some reason, a piece of me does trust Ray. “Yes.”
A glimmer appears in his eyes upon my answer and despite this less than ideal situation, there’s some optimism in his tone. “Okay, let’s go this way.” He slips his hand into mine and we start heading down the row of corn.
Mr. Spurlock continues shooting into the sky, the corn, everywhere. Ray releases my hand and slips his arm around my waist, locking his fingers through the loops of my shorts. When I nearly hit a trap, he yanks me back by my shorts and insists he leads. I don’t protest though if he gets hurt I’m fucked. His eyes flicker all around and though he would never admit it, I can tell he’s just as terrified, except he has more determination to win. I suppose this is why I trust him. He doesn’t have to keep me safe but he is and he’s willing to take a bullet for me. Very few people would do that on any occasion, but in Panic, it’s unheard of. So yes, I trust him.
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Dodge is starting to get slurry as he speaks, pausing frequently between a batch of words and the other and Ray thinks fuck it, he hasn't signed up to do the godfucking CPR on another contestant while playing Panic. But no. Fucking Andrew Dodge Mason has deliberately chosen to enter Panic with a bad heart, apparently, and now there he is, probably offering his shitty company to someone who'll barely live to see another day. Not that Ray wishes it for him, of course. Dodge Mason might not be the friendliest stranger to have set foot in Carp, Texas, but he ain't the worst either. It's so fucking conflicting. "What, you really thought I was a himbo, kiddo? My, that hurts," Ray manages. He's always been good at being the comedic relief. If only his life wasn't a fucking tragedy after another. A chain of tragedies that has led him here, to sit in a fucking cornfield with a guy who's having a heart attack. - No one knows that Andrew Dodge Mason, Panic contestant extraordinnaire, suffers from a heart condition. Ray Hall finds it out the hard way. Set during the episode "Escape" . What if Dodge, instad of leaving the farm alongside Nathalie, needs some help from the most unexpected of his rivals?" - This is the first fanfiction me and my lovely gf @camilleisback wrote together! We are excited and very happy about it 💕
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[REMASTERED; 2026]
Aemond Targaryen [House of the Dragon]
" . . . Prince Aemond, despite the loss of his eye, had become a proficient and dangerous swordsman under the tutelage of Ser Criston Cole, but remained a willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving . . . "
Multi-Chapter Series:
His Handmaid's Tale
For his twentieth nameday, Queen Alicent presented her second son with a handmaid of his own. “He is the only one of my children yet without such attendance,” Her Grace is reported to have said. “—let her be sweet and devoted, and quick upon her feet . . . a girl who will swear undying loyalty and service unto him, and to his needs.”
We are told Prince Aemond accepted the gift with all due courtesy, to the queen’s evident satisfaction. Yet if Alicent had intended only to soothe her son’s temper, or to bind him closer to her through gratitude, she misjudged the matter.
For what began as service did not remain so, and what had been offered as obedience took root, in time, as something perilously akin to love. So smitten was the prince with this girl, the pretty bastard daughter of a serving wench from Harrenhal (as Mushroom claimed).
By the end of 130 AC, Aemond had taken his handmaid to his bed and, in time, sired three children upon her. Any hour away from Vhagar was soon spent at the side of his “sweet girl,” as he took to calling her.
These, then, are the tales of their love story.
Just Like Animals [WIP; first remastered chapter soon]
Aemond has a modern-day wife, and also she’s pregnant.
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Dodge Mason [Panic]
. . . New in town, Dodge shocks everyone not just by announcing his intention to compete—but by instantly becoming one of the frontrunners. Dodge is a cipher: a saddle bronc champion, son of a legendary rodeo champion, with an inherited tendency to keep his feelings to himself . . .
Multi-Chapter Series:
that’s the night that the lights went out in texas (that’s the night they tried to hang an innocent man).
Senior year started on August 12th.
Panic waited next summer like a loaded gun left on a table everybody swore not to touch. And between now and then, there were bills to pay, broncs to ride, shifts to work, names to learn, rules to figure out, and a town to read before it ever realized he was reading it back. Dodge looked out at the dark road stretching past their lot, past the half-dead grass and the mailboxes and the tired little houses, all the way into Carp.
Best worst-kept secret in Texas.
Or Dodge Mason was doing fine until Dani A. Rushman got hired at Dot’s Diner.
Unfortunately, Dani is pretty, weird, sweet, impossible to ignore, and apparently determined to climb straight into his bloodstream. Now, senior year is starting, Carp is watching, Panic is waiting, and Dodge is discovering that having a beautiful girlfriend with a beautiful, whimsical, weird-as-shit little heart is not for the weak.
Ha. Returned to Tumblr at the perfect time to watch the beginning of its downfall.
Following this ridiculous update, and realizing what it actually means for writers such as myself, who are already suffering from a complete lack of engagement and interaction with readers, my desire to post my fics have plummeted a shit-load.
I’m spending the next several days deciding whether it would be worth it to keep uploading them.
In the meantime, I’ll be active on AO3 under the user ohwitchpls. Feel free to meet me there.
[note: I will be posting the recent "His Handmaid’s Tales" remastering there tomorrow]
you guys i can't do this anymore i need dodge mason more than anything... i literally cry when i remember i will never have him. i want him and i need him and nothing hurts me more than the fact he's so incredibly underrated and isn't ever written about or talked about it's actually tragic someone please console me
