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toxickimi · 7 months
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Playing Cult of the Lamb, decided to name my cultist after Fallout characters and…..
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So Mason and Longfellow are now a crackship that I’m captaining
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aeoncss · 2 years
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blinks profusely - ok mason. ok
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Nuka gang leaders as cursed images:
Mags:
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Mason:
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Nisha:
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alocowberry · 6 months
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Falloutober Day 2: Neon!
I’ve been putting off doing a Mason piece for awhile, but he’s my favorite boss in Nuka world so I finally got around to it :3
Prompts by @falloutober
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nishaapologist · 5 months
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remade the desktop backgrounds i did back in 2021! enjoy,
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everydayyoulovemeless · 8 months
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Do you think you could write Gage and the other bosses with an overboss who, while in power armor, looks very big and intimidating, but the second they step out of it, it's very appearant that they're short as hell and the opposite of intimidating
Gage And The Nuka-World Leaders With A Short!Overboss
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Gage thinks it's ridiculous how quickly you're stature will change depending on whether you're in your armor or not and will crack jokes at your expense just because of how cartoonish the entire thing is. He'll rest his arm on your head or just simply stare down at you. He thinks it's incredible that you're the person he takes orders from. Not that he's complaining, he just thinks it's strange how un-raider-like you look. He's always keeping a sharper eye out for you whenever you're not in your armor too, just in case anyone thinks it'd be the best time to assassinate you, and is noticeably more paranoid.
When you're outside of your armor, Mags Black will take you into the Parlor and get you outfitted in something that makes you appear more rugged. She's a firm believer in "dressing for the part" and thinks it's important that you do so as well. She even offered to have her and some of the Operators enhance your armor to make it look more hostile and rough, although, it won't be cheap.
William Black likes you better outside of your armor since he can look down at you instead of being forced to look up. Honestly, though, he might refuse to talk with you when you're not in your armor. He doesn't think you're worth his time if you don't look the part of a raider boss.
Nisha doesn't mind all that much. If you're dangerous in your power armor then you're just as dangerous outside of it. If anything, she thinks that you're more dangerous outside the armor since you don't look menacing at all. She'll help you use that to your advantage, using you as bait to lull those poor Minutemen soldiers into a false sense of righteousness before having you slaughter them. Just stick with her and the two of you could really make names for yourselves.
Mason also thinks it's really funny and will pick you up every time you leave your armor just because he thinks it's incredible how tiny you really are. No matter how much you squirm in his grasp he'll just hold you up and compare you to a puppy. Don't get him wrong, he has tons of respect for you, he just can't help but ruffle your hair or stick his foot out and trip you as you walk by. Although, if anyone else teased you in the same manner, he'd get really defensive and start sizing them up.
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tar-dar · 8 months
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THE OVERBOSS's Squad
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libertybri · 1 year
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How would Nuka World react to John Wick as SS? (Colter killed his dog and is here to fuck shit up)
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COLTER
The Overboss is on the verge of shitting his own pants seeing this steaming ball of pure rage deduced to one person. They weren’t in the arena to kill him and take over, nor were they here to rid the world of filthy raiders. Sole had one motive and one motive only — revenge.
MASON
“You never kill a man’s dog. Number one rule.” Mason shakes his head, knowing the Overboss was done for.
NISHA
She was bored with the scene before her. A revenge ploy was overplayed in her mind. The only thing that will interest her in this battle is the blood spill, especially that of Colter’s. He was a dead man for sure and that thought alone excited her.
MAGS & WILLIAM BLACK
“See the drive in that person. That’s our next Overboss.” Mags chuckles to herself, speaking to her brother.
William shakes his head and laughs along with her. They were both tired of Colter, so no matter the drive of this person in the arena, the were glad for it. “Heard it was over their mutt. Can you believe that?”
GAGE
Though a bit annoyed at first that he didn’t have time to discuss his well-thought out plan with the newcomer to overthrow Colter; once seeing the survivor he could tell they didn’t need his assistance. He instead decided to sit back and enjoy the show of a person seeking vengeance for their sweet puppy and Colter facing their well-deserved wrath.
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zweilousrage · 1 year
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Fallout 4 Nuka World family portrait.
All of my main soul survivors and their companions in one picture ❤️
Top Row:
Ayaka (Institute/SS) | Valerie (Minutemen/SS) | Tweez (former Raider) | DAG (former Trapper) | Amoeba-kun (Drifter/SS) | Bear (former Raider) | Lizzie Wyath (Operators) | Mags Black (Operators) | William Black (Operators) | Sandra Liu (Operators/SS)
Bottom Row:
Mason (Pack) | Dogmeat | Overboss Jeremy (Nuka World / SS) | Porter Gage (Nuka World)
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siberiascaravan · 1 year
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Day 25 -- Mason
The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 25 are just below the cut!
Minors, please don't interact.
Pet Play with Mason x F! Sole
Is this a little stereotypical for Mason? Maybe. Does that mean it's any less fun and smexy? Hopefully not.
First time writing for this guy (I think🤔) and I've gotta say, it was a blast 😅
I hope you enjoy! 😁
Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.
Included: Pet Play, aphrodisiacs (fever blossom), dom/sub dynamics, spanking, begging, teasing, praise kink, rough sex, drugged sex, marking, claiming, creampie, orgasm control, mildly dubious consent.
3.1k words.
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"Aw, puppy, just look atcha." Mason sauntered into Fizztop, the doors closing behind him as his eyes locked to his partner where she laid in a heap on the floor, a pillow latched between her thighs as she blindly rutted into it, eyes fogged over with need. He couldn't be sure the Overboss even knew he was there. 
"You missin' your alpha that bad, hm?" 
He looked around a moment as his feet led him to their form, crumpled up on the floor and whimpering. A scent lingered, a mug on the side table near the couch caught his eye, and Mason took a deep breath in, his pupils instantly dilating at the sweet, enticing scent of boiled fever blossom. 
He sighed at her, even as he grinned.
Already, the Pack alpha felt a growing tightness beneath his thick pants. 
"Pup, what did I say ‘bout fever blossom tea when I ain't here?" His voice turned stern and Sole finally ceased her feverish movements, her glazed-over eyes rising to take in his form as it towered above her trembling body. "Gonna drive yourself mad." 
Sole scrambled to her feet, legs still shaking with unrestrained desire as she lunged for him, fingers pulling in vain at his belt, mouth pressing to his torso, teeth pulling frantically at the fabric of his shirt and the hem of his pants. 
"Hey now, easy." He said between breathy chuckles. 
God he could hardly stand it when she was like this. 
Needy and begging to have him, unsatisfied until he was in her, surrounding her fully, grinding and touching and pulling and biting until they were both fully sated. 
Heh, if there ever was such a thing as that. Not likely.
If she could stay this way forever, well, Mason might consider finally settling down, settling in with only her by his side. Even he couldn’t say no to a life like that. Like this. 
Wouldn’t ever get anything done, is all. Not that I’d be complaining though.
Mason licked his lips, dragging his fingers through her hair and subtly opening his legs where he stood. He allowed her heated and unfocused antics to continue a moment longer, reveling in the feel of her hot tongue as she pulled up at his shirt, licking and mouthing at every bit of flesh she could uncover, her hands petting heavily at the bulge that’d formed in the front of his pants. 
"I said easy." Mason’s hand jerked downward suddenly, fingers meeting the dog collar around her neck. The very one he thought she'd put up a fight about, but luckily enough, she'd been as eager for it as he was. 
Damn, I'm really starting to get used to this. Starting to like it. A whole damn lot.
And what the hell wasn't to like? The Overboss, kneeling at his feet, licking and begging like a dog for him to fill her, to ravish her like the rest of the raiders only dreamed they could. 
Yeah, life wasn't too bad. 
Could be even better though. He mused with a wicked grin. Better get started. 
His fingers gripped tight around the leather collar, tugging Sole back and down until she was seated on the floor at his feet. 
"I'll give ya what you need, pup." He pet her hair lightly with one hand, the other holding her firmly in place as her body trembled for him. "But I need ya to fuckin’ behave." 
He released the collar from his hand slowly, stepping back towards the sofa, his hands going to the hem of his wife-beater and pulling it over his head. Sole unconsciously scooted closer, her thirsty eyes drinking in his half-bare form, licking her lips in sheer anticipation. 
"Ah ah, stay." He held out one hand, while the other went to the button of his pants, and a high-pitched whine escaped Sole's throat. Mason's eyes crinkled as he let out a dry laugh. 
Damn if I don’t wanna ravish her just as much. 
He kicked away the heap of clothes from his ankles, still grinning down at her as he noticed the way that special place between her legs began to really glisten. 
Now fully bare, the pack alpha sat back on the sofa behind him, legs spread wide, as one hand stroked over his mustache. He regarded his pet with low brows, green-grey eyes locked to them like a predator on prey as they trembled on the floor awaiting his command. 
Sure as hell could get used to this. 
“A’right.” He whispered, “Have at it.” 
Sole lunged forward from where she knelt, crawling quickly to settle between his spread legs. To her credit, she paused one more time, her body hot and aching with need, but mind still undoubtedly knowing who was in charge. One hand on either of his thighs, Sole turned her blown-out eyes to meet his. 
“Atta girl.” Mason's painted hand stroked over her head, and her eyes rolled back at the sound of his growled praise. “You know the way I like it. Go on.” 
With that, the grip of his fingertips met the back of her head, aggressively encouraging her lips downwards to his pelvic bone. From there, his puppy didn’t need any more help. Mason couldn’t count the number of times she’d done this for him, but he couldn’t do much of anything when she was like this. And it didn't really matter, anyhow. Sole knew him, knew what he liked, and she was always willing to prove that to him. Over and over.
Who was he to stop her? She's the Overboss, after all. What she wants, she gets, she takes, without mercy, and right now? She wanted him. And Mason would never deny her that, at least, not for too long.
Oh, but it is fun to tease.
If they both hadn't been so desperate for all this, maybe he'd have indulged that urge, but as it were...
Sole's heated kisses were like lightning, littering his skin and leaving shudders of energy in their wake. His head fell back as she laid her tongue on him, luxuriously dragging the heat of it over his shaft until he was firm and aching with his own desperate need. 
As it were, he could hardly stand even this. It wasn't enough.
Still though, he let her play a moment, his hand guiding her up and down his cock as her tongue laved, and her lips pressed suckling kisses over him. 
She was holding back. Just as she knew he wanted her to. If he had wanted to face fuck her, she would’ve known from the moment he walked through the elevator doors. 
No, tonight, he knew what she needed. Hell, he needed it too, fever blossom or not, Mason wasn’t finishing anywhere but inside her. Staking his claim on his Overboss in the most primal way, filling her until she was bloated and leaking with him and only him. 
He felt his cock twitch just at the mere thought, and Mason pulled his hand from the back of her head. 
With a frustrated whine, Sole dragged her lips away, a string of drool connecting her to his swollen cock, still pulsing with need. Aggressively, he thrust his hand under her chin, tugging her face to his and capturing her lips in a dominating kiss. His tongue delved between their connection, claiming her mouth as his, more so than even his cock had, and only pulling away when he’d lapped up the taste of himself from her writhing tongue. His teeth met her lips, tugging until he heard her whine, and released her. 
“Bed.” He grunted, nodding his head to the back room, and Sole shot up to her feet. 
“Hey!” Mason rose from the couch just as quickly, glowering down at her as Sole’s eyes widened. “Who the fuck told you to stand, eh?” 
Immediately, her eyes fell to the floor, body obeying him before her mind could fully register the words, and in the next moment, he was grinning slyly as her naked form crawled on all fours to the bedroom. He followed slowly, leisurely, trying in vain to mask his own growing need for her. 
As if my stiff, dripping cock weren’t obvious enough.
He snorted at the thought.
Ain’t even had fever blossom, an’ I’m feeling like a mutt in heat.
Foolish pup better be ready for what she started.   
Sole was seated on the bed as Mason sauntered in, her wide eyes pleading and her thighs glistening with slick as her hands restlessly worked at the thin bed sheet below her. 
“The hell are you waitin’ for, pup?” He stood at the foot of the bed, near enough to touch, but not yet giving her the satisfaction of it. “You want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat, you’d better act like one. Submit.” 
He leaned over her as he said it, the wiry hairs on his chest ghosting over the tips of her breasts as he whispered in her ear. Goosebumps speckled over the skin of her neck, and Mason had to hold back the urge to run his tongue over them and nip at her until she was marked and squealing. 
There’d be time for that still, tonight. 
For now though, there were more urgent matters at hand. 
Almost instantly, his pet scrambled to obey him. She turned away on the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her legs as though there were a bar between them and collapsing onto her elbows to achieve that beautiful arch to her back. Mason brought a hand to his aching cock, pumping over it a few times as he climbed onto the bed behind her. 
“That’s a good girl.” A hand came down on her ass in a hard slap, and he heard Sole gasp, whether from pain or pleasure he didn’t know, but he could only hope it was some combination thereof. His hand slid down from her ass, rough fingers gliding down and between her soaked folds. 
Maybe there still is time for a bit of teasing...
He clicked his tongue as he lined up his cock with that shining, clenching hole. 
“Aw pup, you must be miserable.” Mason continued pumping his fist over his cock as he spoke, allowing just the tip to prod rhythmically at Sole’s entrance every few moments. 
“Please, Maso–” 
A swift slap to her cunt and she quickly corrected herself. 
“A-alpha. Master. Please. I need you.” 
“I know, puppy, I know. First though,” His hand found her clit, clever fingers working deftly around the outside of the little nub, coming so close before consciously avoiding it as he rubbed over her lower lips. “Tell me what we’ve learned.” 
He could see the way her muscles were flexing wildly. Trying to behave, trying not to squirm or complain, just the most muted of backwards thrusts to draw his fingers where she needed him. 
It was so adorable. 
“No fever blossom.” She managed through gritted teeth. 
Another slap.
A high noise escaped through her sealed lips before she could continue.
“W-without you. No more without you. Master. Alpha.” 
“Mmhm.” He nodded, “Very good.” He smiled as he noticed the way her snatch winked at him, clenching wantonly around nothing at the sound of his praise. 
He couldn’t wait anymore, even with as much fun as it was to tease her, Mason had his own limits.
“That was the right answer. You want your reward now, pup?” 
She nodded animatedly, her fingertips clenching at the bed sheet nestled between them. 
“Go on then.” He said lowly, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance with more insistence, prodding, but refusing to breach her fully until he heard the words. “Beg for your alpha.” 
“Please, alpha. Need you.” She didn’t hesitate to speak everything she knew he wanted to hear.
No regard for her own pride. Her own sense of authority. Only my needs. My pleasure.  
He grinned again at the sentiment. 
“Need your cock so bad, alpha. Please, fill me up. Claim me, make me yours." She still whined beneath him, and finally, Mason breached her entrance with the thick, leaking head of his cock, and swiftly pushed inside to the hilt. 
The alpha groaned with relief as he was surrounded by her slick heat, holding himself still within her for only half a moment before pulling out completely again. 
Sole let out another pleading whine, bordering on a sob as he left her empty and wanting once more. 
This oughta be so good.
He pressed back in again, this time swiftly starting a rough and rapid pace, pounding his hips hard into her ass until he heard her frantic gasps turn to deep moans of bliss. Her walls sucked him in, thirsty for everything he had to give, clenching each time that he bottomed out, pressing his broad tip to that soft, sensitive point deep within her. 
Mason’s rough hands moved from their place at her hips, sliding up her body until he could grasp at her soft, swinging breasts, and he felt her clench around him as he began to pinch and tug at her hardened, sensitive nipples. He leaned over her fully, feeling the heat of her back against his chest as he thrust in deep, grinding himself against every crevice of her velvety walls. He pressed his lips to her, his vibrant, auburn mustache tickling over the nape of her neck, blue war paint staining her skin as he laid feverish bites over her slick back. 
No one’ll ever question who she belongs to. Not the raiders, not the bosses, sure as hell not some useless fuckin’ wastelander. 
Nah, to all of ‘em, she’s mine. 
He bit down hard where her neck meets her shoulder, thrusting himself particularly deep into her, and Sole cried out as she felt him plow painfully into the wall of her cervix, at the very back of her. 
Mason gritted his teeth at the way her cunt squeezed him in a choking hold, reveling at the high-pitched yelp he forced from her with his aggressive thrust. 
Ohh, just once more for me, pup. 
He thrusted deep again, his jaw clenching harder as Sole flinched away from the uncomfortable feeling of him pressing hard into her deepest part as though he meant to breach it. 
“Atta girl.” He whispered, hauling his hips back and angling to grind at her g-spot as he thrust in once more. A shuddering groan was all that she could manage as he leaned down to lick over the marks he’d left on her skin. 
Sole’s noises were becoming broken, her hips thrusting back to meet each pulse into her, her walls clenching suffocatingly against his thick length each time he bottomed out. 
“Ah ah, pup. Not yet.” Mason panted as he pulled back, his own need causing a stifling heat to pool deep in his belly. “I ain’t given you permission, so I’m gonna need you t’ hold off. Got it?” 
“Mmhm.” He heard her voice shake as she hummed to him, and he felt her try to take a calming breath. 
“Good.” He bent to kiss her shoulder. “Now you hold back until I say so.” 
With that, Mason rose up, hands grasping hard at her hips, fingers clenching tight enough to leave bruises, and pulled out until all that was left in her was his tip. Then he thrusted into her again, bottoming out. He pounded into her with long, hard strokes, moving faster and faster with each shove into her, his gripping hands forcing her back against him each time he pressed deep inside. 
Mason was wild, truly channeling the spirit of a beast in heat as he claimed his mate, his pet, as she trembled beneath him, biting her lips with the effort of holding back her climax with this new, aggressive, brutal pace. The bed knocked hard against the wall with each powerful thrust, driving him and his partner ever closer to that precipice of release, and he soon decided it was time. 
She’s been good for me tonight, and I can’t hold off much longer myself.
“Now, pup.” He growled out, “Do it.” 
His hands never released her hips, and his thrusting never ceased, as Sole’s body tensed beneath him, shaking with explosive release as her juices gushed over his cock and her walls sucked him tighter than a goddamn vice. Mason grunted with the effort of holding himself back, of pushing through her suffocating pressure as he felt her cunt pleading to milk him dry. 
Fuck it. Who am I to deny her?
He bit hard into his lip as he felt her body finally begin to relax beneath him, exhaustion finally taking over her limbs as her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress below. 
No one could ever deny it. I do this, I finish deep inside, I fill her up, an’ she’s mine. None could dispute that shit. 
His hands released her hips as she laid flat against the bed, opting to cage her in from either side as he thrust hard into her twice more before bottoming out, and unloading his heavy release inside her, as deep as it could go. 
All mine. Mine, mine. Mine!
His mind chanted the words over and over as his cock pulsed within her still-tight walls. A series of grunts and pants left him as his hips continued to thrust instinctually, tiny pulsing movements with each consecutive gush of his cum deep inside her. Sole clenched again as the feel of his heat spread within her, her body soaking up the last of his spend even as she lay half-unconscious beneath him. 
One final, definitive spurt left him as Mason collapsed on top of her. He heard the air leave his partner’s body as his weight pressed her into the mattress, and he opted to wrap his arms about her, and roll both of them onto their sides, still refusing to pull his softening cock from the comfort of her warmth. 
Sole sighed, the last of the fever blossom leaving her as her body finally got what it had been craving, needing, for hours. 
“Sorry about the tea.” He heard her say quietly, her voice raw and breathy. 
“No need for it, baby.” His arms tightened around her chest and stomach, and Mason pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head. “I wasn’t really mad.”
“I know.” She giggled at that, “I know how you like when I get like that.” 
“Fuck, what’s not to love? Gettin’ ta fuck you like that… makes my whole damn week.” 
Makes my whole damn life.
Her hands wrapped around herself, her fingertips following his movement and rubbing over the back of his hand as he drew patterns over her full stomach. 
“Me too.” 
Sole moved her hips a bit as she settled into the mattress, the motion shifting his cock inside her, and causing them both to gasp. She felt his member give an enthusiastic jerk within her. 
“So... You gonna pull out anytime soon?” Sole asked cheekily, her voice tired, but still playful.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” Mason's hands continued their slow movement over her skin, still clammy with sweat from their heated romp, but he couldn't care less. “In fact, think I might just have s’more to give ya.” 
“I can see that.” She chuckled at him, half exasperation, and half anticipation, as her hips began to grind back against him. “Well, alpha… don’t hold back.” 
Mason scoffed at that. 
“Never.” He growled, and rolled himself on top of her once more. 
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toxickimi · 5 months
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Mason: Are we flirting or are we fighting right now? Because I'm kinda getting mixed signals. Kimi in her partial form: I'm gonna sink my teeth into your f***ing throat. Mason: Still proving my point. Mixed messages
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yes, YES, HELL FRICKIN’ YEAH!! If you could- would you also do an a-z for Mason, please?
A= Aftercare
Okay listen..as far as raider standards are concerned? Dude is the sweetest man out there when it comes to aftercare. As for normal standards? He’s very meh. Like he’ll cuddle and all that good stuff but you can forget about cleaning up.
B= Body Part
Not at all a true technical part of his body but he takes great pride in his face paint. More specifically, he likes seeing it smeared all over after a nice rough “session”
C= Cum
Oh boy…let’s just say he certainly has a breeding kink
D= Dirty secret
Not really a secret but he’s big time into alpha/beta dynamic roleplay and is totally unashamed
E= Experience
Being pack alpha comes with tons of perks. One of these so called perks happens to be plenty of pack members throwing themselves at you, so it’s pretty much a given that he has more than plenty experience.
F= Favorite position
I feel like this goes without saying..his favorite is doggy style
G= Goofy
Believe it or not he can actually be pretty intense during sex which consequently means he isn’t exactly the most goofy in bed
H= Hair
He fully embraces a “all natural” look. He’s covered in untamed, fiery red hair from head to toe.
I= Intimacy
It’s somewhat of a unique situation with him. He’s rough as all hell with his partners yet he can somehow deliver a certain level of affection that balances out his borderline violent method of fucking. He’s very handsy and is generous with kisses and words of praise.
K= Kink
Breeding, predator/prey dynamics, restraints, sensory deprivation, biting, marking, lactation
L= Location
Despite what one might believe, mason is actually kind of particular when it comes down to where the deed is to be done. He prefers somewhere secure and private. Now it doesn’t matter if that means the bedroom or elsewhere, just so long as wherever it is meets his requirement.
M= Motivation
Best way to rile him up is challenging him
N= No
Absolutely no degradation
O= Oral
PLEASE. Giving or receiving he don’t care, this man just LOVES it in general. However he is a bit partial to giving head because he likes to be cheeky and comment on the taste of his partner.
P= Pace
There’s no two ways about it, he’s rough. Fucking mason is a one way ticket to a wild ride, that’s for sure.
Q= Quickie
He’d really rather take his sweet time and be thorough.
R= Risk
Another potential surprise. He enjoys claiming and making sure people know exactly what him and his partner got down to but when it comes to being caught in the act? No thanks. Hard. N. O.
S= Stamina
He can easily hit you with two rounds like a piece of cake. Let him take some psycho and he can manage five if you’re up for it
T= Toys
He’s a kinky little fuck but his collection stops with funny animal print cuffs and blind folds
U= Unfair
No. No teasing, just tries his patience more than anything.
V= Volume
You joking? The man quite literally howls in pleasure- best be sure you don’t mind everyone within a certain radius being able to hear
W= Wild Card
Actually secretly likes being “overthrown” and made to submit to his partner
X= X-ray
Like previously said, man has some HAIR. However as far as his body is concerned, he’s packed full of thick, strong and sculpted muscles. More so, he has a variety of scars varying in depth and color in random places. However as far as down there goes..he’s girthy as all get out and boasts a nice 6 inches below the belt.
Y= Yearning
He’s always down to fuck
Z= Zzz
Oh no, this man is OUT as soon as the afterglow fades
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sassenashsworld · 1 year
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Nick : Nora, I don't know, putting in the head of your people all this idea about the Ides of March, it's hot even for you Nora : I don't fear them, they love me Nick : Yeah, somes. But still, it's hot Nora : Calm down. Now, I have this discours to make on the Fizztop Grille platform with Mason, Nisha, Dixie, Savoy, Mags and William Black and even my so loved Porter in my back to support me Nick : Hm Nora...
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nishaapologist · 2 years
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inb4 nisha gets banned for cyberbullying
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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months
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Gage And The Nuka-World Leaders With A Shy!Overboss
➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None
Gage likes to put on this tough guy persona, but he's actually really worried about you. You're just so different from everyone else at the park and he can't help but feel concerned about you going off somewhere to do something by yourself. He'll follow along with you at any opportunity you give him just so he can keep an eye on you and make sure you're not being intimidated or taken advantage of. He keeps all the other gang leaders in check too, sometimes they like to push you around to see what they can get away with, but Gage puts an end to all of that quickly. He's very grateful that you succeeded in taking over the park, and because of that, he's sworn himself to watch your back till he dies.
Mags Black thinks you're adorable and is immediately trying to find ways to manipulate you into supporting the Operators. She'll talk to you softly and offer to fix up your outfits for you to get you to be more comfortable around her and her gang. Mags also finds herself being a little protective over you, although, it's more because she wants to keep you around so she can get richer rather than more noble reasons like Gage.
William Black didn’t take you seriously at first. There was no way he was going to listen to a single thing you said and even went as far as to try and plan a hit on you before Mags stepped in. He's always lurking around, trying to intimidate you into agreeing with whatever his sister is saying. He and you won't talk much, and he still won't particularly like you if you take over the park, but he'll bite his tongue and let it all play out anyway.
Nisha thinks it'd be so fun to torture you. She loves that you shake and cry so easily and if it weren't for Gage being with you at every turn, she would've tried to kidnap you. She gains a lot of respect for you if you end up taking over the park and will actually start to treat you as her boss rather than a possible victim, especially if you end up giving some of it to her. She might even start sending the Disciples to start following you around to ensure you don't die. If you're valuable to her and give her what she wants, she'll gladly keep you safe. Just keep giving her what she deserves.
Mason doesn't really understand it and he doesn't really want to. Every time you enter the amphitheater he’s throwing his arm around you and inviting you to party. He's always throwing a necklace on you and thrusting a drink in your hand. The constant flow of alcohol always gets you to loosen up and you end up being more open and outgoing whenever you're there. He likes that you're shy, you're like a little puppy to him, and will gladly show you the ropes if you stay loyal to the Pack. He almost views you as if you're a part of his own gang and is always making sure that the others see you that way too. The Pack will be the first gang to immediately start watching your back, most of them beginning to call you "lil sis/bro" straight out of the gates on your first day. It might come off as condescending but it's hard to argue against willing bodyguards.
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