#Mason nuka world

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions as unhinged nail polish names pt. 2

Gage:

Mags:

Mason:

Maxson:

Nisha:

[toxickimi]

Kimikyo: [looks at Mason] What if I fall? Mason: Then I'll fall with you, never leaving your side. Kai: [watching the two]

Kai, to Mags: And if I fall? Mags, reading newspaper: I'll be the one who pushed you.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Ok, but what about the overbosses with overboss!sole who was a black widow? Like full on Natasha Romanoff vibes <3

Nuka-World Leaders with a Black Widow!Overboss

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Mags Black will quickly start to see you in a familial light since you hold a bit of a semblance to her brother. You're both a bit more brooding than the other raiders here, and she'll try to win your favor as soon as you approach her and the rest of the Operators because of that fact. She has her group invent all sorts of gadgets for you to use when you go off to take care of things. Every single one is catered to your exact needs and fighting style. Most raiders like to go in, guns blazing. So they have to workshop their weapons a tad to suit your more hidden approach to fighting. She'll try to make sure you get something worthwhile out of the transaction, you'd be best suited for her and her gang after all.

William Black actually likes you as the overboss. It's very hard to get that type of acceptance from him, but the moment you step into the parlor all straight-faced and confident, he'll recognize that you're actually here to take the job seriously. He won't give you any gifts of gratitude or anything like that, but you will have his respect, and that goes a long way toward becoming accepted as the official new overboss in Nuka-World. He appreciates that you don't dally around the jobs you take and that you're efficient when it comes to completing them. That alone is enough to get him to be open enough to accept you as the new overboss.

Nisha finds you incredibly endearing. Someone as cunning and secretive as you will easily fit in with her and the Disciples and if you were to show them a little more favoritism, she'd gladly help you with whatever you needed. She'll be your best friend and your closest ally in the park. The raiders here needed someone they could take seriously and, in her eyes, you're the perfect one for the job. You and her could run circles around the others here and could benefit greatly from it as well. She may not be one to like following orders but, for you? She wouldn't mind letting go of her pride.

Mason’s probably the only one who's not all that excited about you becoming the newest overboss. You're good at what you do, sure, but you don't take any artistic liberty. You do the job and then you finish. It's efficient, but as a raider, he wants to see a leader who will toy with their victim a bit before they die. He wants you to show everyone who you really are under that mysterious exterior and have you reveal your most twisted thoughts through how you handle the people who go against you. Besides, he finds it hard to throw a party with you around with how stern and quiet you are about everything. It doesn't always have to be business.

[alocowberry]

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

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hello there☺️I have a question for you. I read your Fallout and story about Porter Gage and I was wondering if you'd consider writing something for Mason? It's completely fine if not. Sending much love 🫶🏻

Hi 😊

OMG thanks so much for the ask and sorry that it took so long^^ I had some troubles getting back into Fallout for this one but here is something sweet/suggestive with the Pack Alpha😉

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Summary: you cleared out Nuka-World and distributed the spoils among the Pack and the Operators which deserved to be properly celebrated

Words: 566

Reader: female reader in mind but no specific descriptions used

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the raucous celebration unfolding around the Nuka-Town Market. While mingling with the Pack and the Operators, basking in the sweet taste of your bloody victory, your eyes couldn't help but stray towards Mason, the leader of the Pack. Perhaps it was the haze of alcohol clouding your mind but the rugged Alpha, known for his strong demeanour, seemed oddly vulnerable tonight. You had noticed Mason's longing glances throughout the evening, his eyes searching for yours amidst the chaotic revelry. His attempts at flirting were endearing, but you couldn't deny the slight quiver in his voice, a sign that he was fighting an internal battle of nerves. A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, you found it endearing, a sign that there was more to this man than his tough exterior.

As the laughter and music filled the air, you found yourself drawn back to Mason's side. With each step, your heart raced, wondering what could be awaiting you in the depths of his troubled soul. Finally, you found yourselves alone, hidden away from the jubilant crowd, around a corner at the far end of the celebrations. Mason stood before you, hands firmly pressed against his sides and his gaze fixed upon your face, his rugged features softened by the flickering glow of the torches.

He mustered the courage to speak, his words tumbling out in a mix of nerves and longing. His mouth ran on its own, leaving him to watch helplessly as as the one question he tried to bury deep within spilled from his lips.

"Look. Let's cut to the chase. Have you picked your favourite yet? Maybe Gage? He made you the Overboss after all", he huffed, his voice trembled, betraying the truth behind his alpha male façade.

You rolled your eyes and playfully took a step towards him, silently daring him to continue his little jealous game, eager to tease him in return, testing how far you would need to push him to finally break him out of his shell.

"I intend to treat everyone here equally, even Porter."

Your lips twitched when you noticed a flicker of jealous anger in his eyes upon referring to Gage by his first name.

"Ain't no two things in this world that's truly equal boss. Everything has its place."

Mason's heart raced painfully, threatening to burst out of his chest and it took every ounce of his strength to take a step closer. Your bodies stood close, too much and not enough, a deep longing surged through his veins, realising how close you were, how easy it would be to touch you, feel your soft skin against his.

"Then yours is going to be underneath me", your eyes held a predatory glint as a mischievous smirk danced across your lips, "tonight, in my bed."

Mason's breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkening with sudden desire coursing through his body. There was something in your tone that struck him to his core, causing a low groan to escape his lips as he felt his growing arousal pressing against the confines of his pants. Your fingers entwined with his and leading him towards Fizztop Mountain, away from the party and unwanted eyes. For once, the mighty Alpha of the Pack willingly followed, for you were his Overboss, and rightfully so.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[atomicgambit]

I have got to stop liking characters people barely care about lol

Here is a Ghoulified! Mason for anyone who stumbles across my page haha

[tar-dar]

THE OVERBOSS's Squad

[nishaapologist]

remade the desktop backgrounds i did back in 2021! enjoy,

[bluemilkandcookies]

Another one 😂

[libertybri]

How would Nuka World react to John Wick as SS? (Colter killed his dog and is here to fuck shit up)

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.

[siberiascaravan]

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Okay so I’m playing through the Nuka-world questline again so I can get a better refresh on Mags for writing purposes. I can’t help but think- ya’ll the pack would so do some crazy post apocalyptic rodeo with the gator claws. They are a clan of “Florida man”-esque people in head and there is no convincing me otherwise.

[toxickimi]

Playing Cult of the Lamb, decided to name my cultist after Fallout characters and…..

So Mason and Longfellow are now a crackship that I’m captaining

[everydayyoulovemeless]

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

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None

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.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

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. 

[zweilousrage]

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)