Mason Wilcox

25 year old Dominant. Unclaimed. 0 Points.

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

Most people think I should be a puppy, but I identify more as a kitten. It’s not that different.

You should be whatever you want to be. Do you want to be my kitty?

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

Yes I do, Sir. Most days I just wear my ears though, even when I’m not being a kitten.

I’ll be honest, I only have experience the puppy variety of pet play. But I’d be more than willing to give this a shot.

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

No, Sir, I didn’t. I just sometimes am a kitten, so I was curious if you liked them.

Adorable. Do you have all the gear?

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

Do you like kittens?

Did you hit your head when you fell down? Yes, I do.

[artiehamilton]

So...

[mason-wilcox]

artiehamilton:

You better believe it, handsome. I might look interesting, but my life is far from it.

So, you don’t put on leather at night and fight crime? My dreams are dashed.

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

Well I definitely have the clumsy part down pat! You do like that, Sir?

You have both parts down. I do, very much.

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

It did! At least I can’t deny I make people laugh.

Plus, there’s a lot of people who like the whole clumsy and cute thing. Myself included.

[artiehamilton]

So...

[mason-wilcox]

artiehamilton:

True. Though it wouldn’t be any different than my normal nights.

I find that hard to believe, love.

[toneterris-blog]

Downs and Uppers // Mason & Tone // F2F

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

Furrowing his brows, Tone’s eyes narrowed before he turned around to look into Mason’s. “Is that a suggestion or a demand?” Tone asked, his gaze showing he wasn’t going to let this one go until he heard the right answer. “Yes, you can get one, it’s when they wash your hair.” Starting to walk again, Tone turned to face the direction in which they were headed. It was frustrating, but it wasn’t the worst thing he said to Tone. Nipping his bottom lip, he continued to walk with stride. “What do you plan on wearing to the party?”

Just like Mason, Tone was about image but not in the same sense. He wanted to look his best since he wanted to feel as confident as ever. This was a night where he would be selling himself to the highest bidder in a way, why not try and show off as many of his assets as possible? Seeing his reflection in a window, Tone adjusted his skirt as he walked. Did it look okay? Was he really too tall? “Now I can’t stop thinking about how tall I look in heels.” He said, his voice showing his insecurity…and that just made him want to have a drink. Taking out his flask from his purse, he opened it up quickly before taking a long swig of it.

Mason immediately helped up his hands in defense of himself, and shook his head. “Hey, no. It’s neither, I shouldn’t have said anything. It was just a tease, you’re taller now and that takes a little getting used to for someone who’s used to standing at your side,” Mason explained. “Oh, duh. Okay, I can get one of those,” he said, smiling slightly. “Probably just a tux, or something. You know me, I’ll throw it on last minute.”

Mason caught Tone adjusting his skirt, and he knew it was because of what he’d said. He really hadn’t meant it in a negative way, and it didn’t take a genius to link what he said, with Tone’s sudden need for a drink. Mason sighed to himself, and reached out to the submissive, gently stroking his hand up and down Tone’s upper arm. “Okay, stop. You’re taller now, with the heels. It’s a fact, but it’s not a bad thing. It just means there’s more of your beauty for everyone to see. I promise you, on mum’s life, I didn’t mean what I said to try and knock you down. Fuck, let’s buy you some proper Spice Girls heels and get you over seven feet, yeah?”

[artiehamilton]

So...

[mason-wilcox]

artiehamilton:

If no one puts in tickets for you, do you just go on your date with yourself?

That could end up being more fun, honestly.

[subtheoames]

I still can’t believe...

[mason-wilcox]

subtheoames:

I fell on the runway. I wish I could promise I’m not that clumsy on the regular, but I would be lying if I did.

Originally posted by ashleeyfrangipane

Well, it got a chuckle.

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

[PM]: There’s a chance but don’t hold your breath just yet, Mason.

[PM]: Of course we can’t! I’d miss my books and I don’t like bent corners. Ha!

[PM]: There’s a nice bookstore on the mainland, it’s got a lot to offer, but nothing like the library here.

[PM] That’s great, Tone, really. Thank you.

[PM] Hey, I don’t bend corners! Only evil people do that.

[PM] You want to take a trip there some time?

[toneterris-blog]

Downs and Uppers // Mason & Tone // F2F

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

Hearing that familiar knock the other always gave, Tone made his way out of the bathroom while grabbing his purse and shawl while giving one last glance into his compact after pulling it out. Opening the door and seeing Mason, he smiled small and stepped out of his room before closing the door. He was more than eager to get everything ready for tonight. Fuck, he was going to look so good on that runway.

Though, as he locked his door, he felt a sense of tension around the both of them. “I’m probably going to have to get my nails done, too. Maybe you can get a head massage while you’re there? They do a good job at the salon. I’ve only been once and I loved it.” Sticking his key and compact into his bag, he looked a bit down to Mason. Those heels he had on really did make him about six-feet-five-inches. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.” He started to walk, each step perfect since he’d been wearing heels for awhile now.

Mason couldn’t help but smile as Tone stepped out of the door, and was a blur in front of him. He wondered if the submissive was talking out of nervousness, but that didn’t seem like the Tone he’d met here. This Tone seemed to have a confidence that Mason didn’t recognize, and it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to see. 

“You can get head massages at a salon? Huh,” Mason said, and shrugged. “Sure, I can do that. You look amazing, by the way. I should’ve said that straight away,” he smiled, as he fell into step beside Tone as they started to talk. “You should definitely wear flats, though. I can’t deal with how tall you are with heels,” he grinned.

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

[PM]: I know I don’t have to, I was kidding, Wilcox.

[PM]: You get your memories, we’ll see down the road if you can do what you used to do to me.

[PM]: Well, if it doesn’t show up, call them. You need your kindle…or you’ll start taking my books. I love my books.

[PM] Okay. Okay, good.

[PM] So...there’s a chance we can make new memories. 

[PM] We can’t have that, can we?

[mason-wilcox]

numquamvictus:

Older than you, kiddo. And yeah. It’s awesome. I was gonna ask how you ended up here, but I worked it out. 

Oh, you’re funny. I think I’m definitely going to want some time with you.

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

[PM]: Oh, right. Forgot, I won’t compliment you for awhile. Ha!

[PM]: I shouldn’t have told you that, then. You can’t do that to me, no privileges of that sort.

[PM]: You should call customer service and make them send you a new one. Complaints always win.

[PM] You don’t have to do that!

[PM] Aw, that’s heartless. Well, I still have my memories.

[PM] I can give it another few days.

[toneterris-blog]

Downs and Uppers // Mason & Tone // F2F

[mason-wilcox]

toneterris:

@mason-wilcox

Tone was in the bathroom, putting the make up he planned on wearing tonight on just to see how it looked with the hairstyle he was going to get. Now, what he wanted to know was how the entire outfit would get? He could easily redo it if it got messed up somehow. Nipping his bottom lip before putting on the lipstick, he let his gaze drift to his phone and his ears staying peeled for the sound of a knock. Now, what he really needed to figure out was if Mason had some sort of attitude in their conversation a moment ago. He’d ask, there was no room for secrets with them trying to even build a fucking friendship after all the insanity that went on.

Sighing softly, he put that thought to the back of his head as he waited for Mason to arrive.

Mason wasn’t in the best of moods, now that he knew Tone was part of this date raffle thing. He was at a loss of what to do about it. He couldn’t demand anything, he knew that, but he also didn’t want to watch Tone end up flirting with someone else.  Especially if that flirting turned into something more, as Tone had said it could.

He shook his head, dispelling the bad thoughts as best he could, as he headed over to Tone’s dorm. Mason had a checklist in his head of everything he needed to do, including making sure he complimented Tone’s clothes.  Whatever style the submissive was wearing, Mason was going to make sure Tone knew he loved it. Taking a deep breath, he turned a corner and found Mason’s dorm room. He knocked on it loudly, waiting for an answer.