#(panic)

[pittsick]

★ MIKA’S TAGLIST .ᐟ

redoing my taglist so you can now choose for which fandom you want to be tagged for. ♡ all you have to do is reply with the right emoji .ᐟ + you can see for which characters i will write for.

(more fandoms can be added)

🦌 BONES AND ALL.

maren and lee.

🎾 CHALLENGERS.

art, patrick and tashi.

📚 CRIMINAL MINDS.

spencer, aaron, emily, morgan, jj.

🚀 MICKEY 17.

mickey.

☀️ OUTER BANKS.

rafe, jj, pope.

🚬 PANIC.

dodge, ray.

💉 THE PITT.

jack, michael, dennis, melissa, trinity, victoria.

🎱 WEST SIDE STORY.

riff.

notes: @blastzachilles, @jordiemeow, @222col, @soulxinxthexsky, @diyasgarden, @jinxedbambi, @lexiiscorect, @religionlost, @jclolz22, @museboos, @lovefaist, @jesuistrestriste, @grimsonandclover, @yardofbrunettes, @hangels, @sweetheartfaist, @lacelottie, @elsieblogs

tagging my current taglist so you guys can choose ♡

[eriiiiiik]

Timon (The Lion King) swimming in panic😱

Source: https://tenor.com/sv/view/timon-swimming-panicked-panic-swim-gif-16988953323995035942

[kotamagic]

Dear Reddit and Twitter refugees:

You've probably already been told to change your icon, post and reblog stuff you like, Tumblr has holidays, etc.

But in case you weren't aware before....

When AO3 (Archive of Our Own) goes down for any reason, Tumblr flips the fuck out and panics. AO3 starts trending almost immediately.

Do NOT try to calm your neighbors down! Panicking with them until AO3 goes back up is the correct course of action.

Thank you and have a day.

[theonion]

A study published Monday in the Journal Of Abnormal Psychology found that individuals who suffer from panic disorders react negatively to being locked in underwater elevators for indefinite periods of time.

According to Dr. Samuel Lepore, who led the Yale University study, test subjects suffering from the disorder experienced full-on panic attacks as soon as the elevators shuddered to a halt, and they exhibited symptoms such as chest pain, shortness of breath, and numbness in the extremities when it became apparent the car was stuck and the emergency call button didn’t work.

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[silentmacabre]

him.

[ekko-anarchist]

What if pt.2

TW: Panic Attack

I’d imagine the emotional strain from losing sky and then immediately having to confront Jayce wouldn’t lead to the best reaction.

Previous. Next

[faistgirl]

dodge mason loves it when you ride cowgirl on him— but specifically when you wear his hat.

it’s something all cowboys love. seeing their girl wearing their hat and letting other cowboys know that she’s not for the taking. dodge already loves seeing you wear it, or cheekily stealing it when he gets out of the arena, and that look in his eyes—the one that reeks of possessiveness, knows you’re in for a fun night.

“God, baby… don’t stop, good girl— oh fuck…” he’ll groan as he grips your hips like they’re his lifeline, watching you bounce up and down on his cock like you’re riding a horse, one hand on the hat on your head, and the other on his thigh for support. you’re a city girl, of course you’re not gonna know how to ride a horse, but god can you ride him better than any rodeo star can ride a horse.

“yeah… there’s my little cowgirl. keep goin’…” he’d groan, earning a giggly moan from you. the picture of you wearing his hat while you practically play horse on him is so hypnotising, it’s enough to make him already more obsessed than he already is.

he’d cum inside you— obviously. He’s gotta keep his cowgirl satisfied! sometimes he’s tempted to make you swallow it, but he wouldn’t dare take his hat off you in this moment, but he wouldn’t want to get his essence on it either, so he settles for claiming you this way, that way he can see your orgasm shaking through you as you keep a firm hold on the hat on your head.

he’ll never get tired of it. seeing his city cowgirl ride on him like she’s in a competition.

[vvokdas]

4 am pinterest rabbit hole says i need him

[tomorrowxtogether]

[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

[teaxanime]

“do you mind? all i got is love for you. are you mine? i will make time for you, too.” — ennis del mar about jack twist, probably

[mattpearson]

MIKE FAIST AS DODGE MASON IN

PANIC 1.10 — JOUST

[golddustwomanwins]

Imagine stalker dodge x bimbo reader

NONSENSE

I wanted to write something about Dodge for a long time now but I can never grasp his character that well imo. Hope this is somehow close to his character, if not don’t blame me.

18+

You didn’t exactly remember when Dodge turned up. He was just there one day, at your side, never mocking you for your soft giggles and starry eyes. You liked that his gaze never lingered on your low cut tops, his eyes never straying to your glossy lips but instead that he was actually listening to you.

He was a great friend and you knew he was a good guy, with no bad intentions.

So when you told him about your worries of thinking that someone was watching you, he was nothing but assertive and protective of you.

“I’m not sure really. It’s just this feeling,” you said, plump bottom lip in a pout. You stared up at him with wide sparkling eyes, manicured nails gripping his bicep.

“One time I even heard his steps behind me, the whole way from the mall to my front door.”

“Did you see someone?” Dodge asked you with a serious look on his face. His jaw twitched every time you’d mentioned your assumed stalker and you felt a slight shiver at the possessive look in his eyes.

You were just friends but it still felt good to have him at your side. Safe.

“No. But I swear he was there,” you huffed. “Sometimes at night I have the feeling…he’s inside.”

Dodge’s body locked up.

Afterwards he’d drive you anywhere you wanted. Going shopping at the mall, picking you up from parties (sometimes even staying at them, never leaving your side).

It was one particular stormy night, that he dropped you back home from a girls night, his car parking in front of your house. The wind was howling particularly viscous tonight, raining hitting the windshield.

“Do you wanna come inside?” You asked.

“I should head home,” Dodge said, his eyes scanning the area around your house.

You sighed and nodded.

“But,” he spoke up again. “I’ll feel better if I take a look around your house.”

Relief flooded your chest at his words. You sprinted through the pouring rain, Dodge tugging you forward by your hand until you made it onto your porch. Your parents were out of town for the night, meaning that you’d be home alone.

Once inside, you slipped out of your wet clothes and into soft pajama shorts—which didn’t really count as shorts but more as underwear—and a cute little top.

Dodge stepped into your pink and bedazzled room. “No ones here.”

“I still feel a little unsafe.” You clutched your arms around yourself, watching the droplets of rain stain his hair darker.

“You can call me anytime you want, I’ll leave my phone on,” he promised you but it didn’t seem enough.

“Would there be any chance that you could stay over?” You blinked your lashes up at him innocently. “I just feel so much safer with you around.”

A strange emotion flickered in his eyes then but reluctantly he nodded. “Sure.”

You fished out some old pants your ex boyfriend left at your place and told him to go change in the bathroom. A few minutes later and you both slipped beneath the covers of your bed.

“Thank you for doing this,” you whispered, staring at his hypnotic eyes in the dark. The storm was still brewing outside, luring you into a sense of comfort with Dodge in your bed.

He was so close you could feel his body warmth and the soft mint of the toothpaste you lent him.

“It’s no problem.”

“You’re really one of the good ones,” you smiled happily and leaned over to drop a quick kiss to his cheek.

Dodge blushed in the dark, his hand finding your waist. “No one will ever hurt you. I promise you that.”

Your heart swelled at his words and you slowly leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A low grumble rose in his throat as your kiss deepened, his fingers slipping under your cotton shirt.

“Dodge,” you sighed, his knee parting your legs as he gently rolled you onto your back.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured before he leaned down to kiss you again. His hand kneaded your hip insistently, your hips rocking against his thigh. Your hands found his hair, tugging as his tongue met yours.

He tasted of tooth mint paste and the cigarette he’d smoked at your window only moments ago. The prattling rain was a background noise as Dodge’s hand slipped further beneath your top, the cold tips of his fingers grazing against your nipple. He tugged gently, making you moan into his mouth, back arching off the mattress.

“Dodge,” you whined, hips bucking up again.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll look after you,” Dodge said, looking at you with lowered lids. He slowly climbed down your body, tongue licking a wet trail over your top and over your stomach, until he kissed the little bow on your panties. For a moment he pushed his nose against your clothed core, moaning deeply. You shivered, feeling the vibration run through your whole body.

When Dodge started to mouth against your clothed pussy, soft whines started to fall from your lips. Your hands found his hair, tugging and moving his head just the way you liked.

‘Lift your hips,” he murmured and you followed the request without further instruction. Dodge slipped your panties over your legs and you vaguely watched him push the fabric into his jogger pocket but you didn’t really notice as his mouth was on you the next second.

“Oh fuck,” your glossy lips parted as his tongue lapped at you, teeth gently nudging your clit.

Your hips rocked in rhythm with his hot tongue, devouring you like you were his last meal.

“Fuck, taste so good,” Dodge murmured, one of his long fingers slowly easing through your wetness. “Just what I imagined. Knew you were gonna be perfect.”

You barely noticed him humping the mattress in rhythm with his tongue. Finally, he eased two fingers inside you, curling them just how you liked. It was crazy, how he knew exactly what you needed. How he knew that you liked his hand asserting light pressure on your tummy, his tongue moving in the perfect way, fingers curling just like your ex boyfriend did.

“Oh—fuck, Dodge,” you pulled at his hair.

“Gonna cum”? He asked without looking up, fingers fucking you faster.

“Yeah,” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure inside you rose. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum so hard,” you sighed breathlessly as he doubled his efforts, the soft squelching of your wetness and the creaky bed frame mixing into the most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard.

“Then cum f’ me. Let me see that gorgeous face you make when you come,” Dodge encouraged you and only a moment later your walls were squeezing his fingers, fluttering relentlessly as soft, whiney sounds left your lips. Dodge loved the way your mouth parted in ecstasy, mascara streaks running down your flushed cheeks, eyes starry and fucked.

He knew exactly when his touch became too overstimulating and he softly eased his fingers out of you. You watched him slip them inside his mouth, eyes rolling back as he moaned.

You were still a little breathless when he layed back down beside you, pulling you into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he spooned you from behind. You were already drifting off, eyes fluttering shut and blissed out from your orgasm.

“I love you. No one will ever hurt you again.” You barely heard his words and somewhere in the back of your mind there was a voice. Wondering how Dodge knew were your bathroom was, when he had never been in your house before.

[iamaya03]

this is my pet rat, he just nearly drowned but it's okay you can pat him if you want. he bites tho :(

[notmusa]

i cant find my passport aaaa