#f!overboss

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The Raider and the Bear, Part 1/3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary:

Porter Gage, despite feeling totally alienated from the other Raiders at Nuka World, spending his days and nights alone with his own thoughts, still wants what's best for the place. That's why when he has the opportunity to replace Overboss Colter with a new Overboss, he jumps at it; gambling everything he's built so far on the quiet, mysterious, bearheaded woman who easily defeats The Gauntlet.

The new Overboss is already working out better than Gage's wildest fantasies when it comes to Nuka World itself. Then, as he learns more about her, he comes up with a few new fantasies he'd like to see come true.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Word Count: This chapter, 8k. Entire work, 22k.

Relationships: Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss, Overboss Colter & Porter Gage

Characters: Porter Gage, Original Fallout 4 Character(s), Female Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Mason (Fallout 4), Overboss Colter (Fallout)

Additional Tags and Warnings Under the Cut

Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Not Canon Compliant, Brief Mention of Past Abuse, Brief Mention of Past Harassment, Brief Mention of Animal Cruelty, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate History, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Awkwardness, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Crush, Raiders (Fallout), Nuka-World Amusement Park (Fallout), Fallout 4: Nuka-World DLC, Hurt, Morally Ambiguous Character, Original Character(s), Coworkers to Lovers, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Service Kink, Panty Kink, Cussing, Submission, Non-Sexual Submission, Injury, Secret Crush, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Face-Sitting, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Frottage

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The new Overboss had arrived wearing one of the most insane outfits that Porter Gage had ever seen.

And he knew Mason.

Even before she had started the gauntlet, Gage knew there was something about the woman, something that would work for his purposes. It had started in the transit centre, when she’d deftly teased the information she wanted out of Harvey - then stabbed him with her bayonet, not even sparing a bullet from her heavy rifle. Then, in the gauntlet she’d been slow, thoughtful.

The Raiders around him, watching at Cola Cars, had found her boring, complaining and throwing things as she worked methodically through the traps. Gage, on the other hand, had been thrilled with every thoughtful step. His heart had pounded as she refused to set off a single trap, disarming them with one skilled hand while keeping her oddly-dressed head up and scanning.

The pounding of his heart had turned to hammering as she’d hid behind whatever makeshift cover she could find, studiously obliterating turret after turret, most before they even had a chance to fire. From what Gage could see, the new Overboss could shoot through corners and around walls.

She couldn’t really, that wasn’t possible. But still… it had kinda seemed that way. The performance wasn’t quick, nor bloody - but it still took his breath away.

By the time she’d reached the locker room, the staging area before going up against Overboss Colter, Gage was so excited he could barely hear himself think over the thundering of blood in his ears.

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Just sitting here gnawing on the bars of my cage, waiting for @hancocksbestgirl to drop the next part of TRTB.

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Porter Gage •°• Trust △SMUT△

Title: Trust

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss

Characters: Porter Gage, Female Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout)

Tags/ triggers: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Out of Character, Gage POV

Wordcount: 1338

She trusts him, he realizes one night as she bares her throat to him, head thrown back and eyes closed, and he wastes no time to attach his lips to her, teeth grazing, but he doesn't bite down. She trusts him, he thinks to himself as his hand lingers on her neck with the full knowledge of where she drew her lines. If he had realized this sooner, perhaps he would've done something about it, Perhaps pressed down, shown her there was no space for something as fragile as trust in Nuka world and definitely not between him, but he doesn't, his hand slips to the back of her neck, and he kisses her, deep and wanting, something in the vein of violence when he presses against her, and she sighs, content in the action and illumination of his want for her, and she's intoxicated, entranced when her eyes open, and she has the nerve to bite her lip when she looks up at him and in this moment he knew he had lost.

It was easy to fall into her bed when he looked back, soft flawless skin and that smile on her lips when she looked at him, but he should've known what she'd do to him, what a mess she'd create. She was a pretty face, a gamble when it came to colter, but she had put him in the ground with some effort, and he kept his side of the deal.

She was close and never complained when he took her, he could excuse the lapse of judgement, but the way he had allowed it was all his doing. He allowed her to creep in at night and steal his sensibility, allow her to warm his side and watched her sleep soundly while he thought of how easy it would be for anyone to take her from him.

He hated this feeling that pressed on his chest with the realization that only her smile could sooth it. He hated that her look could make him hesitate, hated that he couldn't find it within himself to hurt her in her most vulnerable state.

Instead, he found himself craving the sounds falling from her lips, his name rushed and wanton when she'd bite into her lower lip, so much that he could taste the copper when he kissed her.

Gage slipped his hand between their bodies, fingers running along her slit that she reacted to by opening her legs further. He pushed into her, finger having virtually no resistance with how wet she was for him, and still soft sounds slipped from her full lips when he pumped it in and out of her cunt.

She was a vision, a dream when he took in the image, something not found in Nuka world and still, when he shared her bed it was hardly enough, when he tasted her, when he pushed her. He had no right asking these things, be given these things, but she seemed to be unaware of these facts, wholly content in his presence, his jagged touch and a part of him felt the knowledge grating on him.

Her fingers pressed into his skin as her body writhed on the mattress, lost in the moment as she murmured his name, angelic as it fell from her plump lips.

How could he ever again detach from her, he contemplated, as he removed his fingers from her, watching as her high leaked from her cunt when he pressed his coated fingers to his lips, a well of sensation at the taste of her. If only he knew the gravity of the situation sooner, he mused, cock pressing against his pants at the promise of finally being inside of her, feeling her warmth and soft skin beneath his palms, hearing her cries of pleasure while he bullies his cock in and out of her accepting cunt.

His fingers worked diligently, fast in its movements to pull down his pants while she watched the scene play out between her legs, dragged her lower lip between her teeth when he pulled his cock free, shifted slightly at the renewed need forming in the pit of her stomach.

He wasn't one for beating around the bush, dragged his cock through her folds at the first opportunity, got some gratification when she shifted at the action before he lined up to her, pushing into her, holding down her body by a bruising grip on her hip which was soon followed by his other hand, and he worked himself up to the hilt.

His hand smoothed over her thigh, hooking it over his hip as he watched her for a moment, her eyes clenched shut as her body adjusted, fingers slightly digging into his bicep at the pressure between her legs, but she offered no protest when he moved beyond the sound falling from her lips. She felt like heaven, honey on the tip of his tongue as he tasted her skin, cock coated in warmth and slick, making a home inside of her.

His movements were in no way graceful, jagged motions to feel every inch of her cunt wrapped around his cock that pushed her closer and closer to divine release, bullying his shape into her so no other could fit the puzzle, wrapped his hand within her own despite himself and whispered that it was for the control, to hold her down but when her fingers entwined with his own, he knew it had moved beyond that. He should've recoiled in disgust at the idea of it all, the softness upon which he looked down at her while he fucked her like he hated her.

She cried out for him, her hips bucking along with his, and he silenced her cries with his lips, not that he minded the sounds slipping beyond Fizztop, and it would aggravate him in the future, but at the moment, her soft lips working against his while he swallowed a version of his name as her fingers dug into his bicep it was

divine.

She was close, he could tell by now, gorgeous little thing tethering on the edge, biting back her release. It made him smirk against her heated skin, hand reaching between their bodies to press against her clit, running tight circles with his calloused

thumb.

"Come for me." His voice echoed, gruff sound contaminating her mind and wishing only to please the man above her, layering so much pleasure on her body. She did what he asked, as she always did, cried out when her body tensed against his, back arching off the bed and head turned back as she tried to breathe through it. Wave after wave he watched as it rolled over her lips, watched and felt the release, but he did not relent, hips bucking rapidly in his search of his own release within her tight cunt.

He pressed deep within her when he came, rope after rope of his seed filling her and her hand delicately pressed against his chest, lidded eyes looking up at him in the haze, soft locks framing her face, and again he felt it tug at his heartstrings. His jaw clenched, fingers lifting from their bruising grip as he pulled out.

He watched for a second, fascinated as his release slipped from her cunt, her body glistening in perspiration, chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached over and grabbed hold of a rag, the least he could do, he reasoned, as he pressed the cloth to her core.

When he falls beside her unceremoniously, she's the one to pull closer, fingers pressing on his chest, soon followed by her head and he closes his eyes. He should leave, he mused, could even come up with an excuse to sooth her mind if he so wished, but his limbs stood planted, hand lingering on her bare back before settling on her hip. She would be the death of him, the new thought forms, and perhaps he wouldn't be so opposed to it.

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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! 😁

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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. 

[pathfinderlittleduck]

@starsandskies made the last line meme post and I couldn't find the fic I've started but I found it.

I wrote it in bed I think because I had the idea. It's not great at the moment. But that's what first drafts always are, they aren't perfect the first go around 💙

Anyway, Overboss Moira x Gage x Shank:

Shank made his way around the wall and fell into bed next to Gage, who lay very naked and half covered in sheets. Shank sat up just enough to shrug and shimmy his overcoat off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it pool on the floor as it slid off the mattress. Laying down on his side, he took an arm and wrapped it around Gage's waist.

"You gained muscle mass Moira, I'm surprised."

[felleyan]

bad habits

[not-your-lifeline]

before/after

cleaning Nuka World in progress...

[libertybri]

Could you do a Fo4 version of the "sitting in their lap" post? The Fo3 one was soooo cute!!

*for those that didn’t see the fallout 3 version of this, here’s the full title/prompt

Fallout 4 - Crushing!Companions + select NPC react to f!Sole sitting in their lap

MacCready:

“Oh, hey you.” A goofy grin spread over his face as he looks up at Sole completely enamored.

Hancock:

“Yeah, this is your seat, Sunshine.” He chuckles as he puts his hands on Sole’s hips and brings her closer to him.

Cait:

“Well alright, lassie. I don’ know what’s gotten into ‘ye, but m’not complainin’.” She grins as she hugs Sole’s waist from behind tightly.

Piper:

“Oh, well okay, Blue. Make yourself comfortable I guess.” She’s taken aback at first, but quickly warms up to it and keeps one hand placed on Sole’s thigh.

Nick:

“My legs won’t tire, so you can stay here all day if you wanted, doll.” He’s quick-witted to in turn make Sole flustered as she had originally intended for him.

Preston:

“Comfy, General?” He smiles up to Sole and hesitantly hugs her from behind.

Danse:

“I-Is this really appropriate, Solider?” He makes no attempt to move Sole even if it’s deemed an inappropriate action, instead turning into a blushing mess and looking up at her with a doe-eyed expression.

Maxson:

“You can’t- uh, you just- um, what are you doing here?” He has no issue with Sole’s actions whatsoever, so long as she’s not toying with him. He’ll want to make sure that she has feelings for him as well so long as she’s perched on her Elder’s lap.

Curie:

“This is a form of affection, no? I will sit in your lap next.” She proclaims the action quickly, much to Sole’s amazement. She would allow Sole to stay there for as long as she wanted, just as long as Curie could do the same later on.

Deacon:

“I knew you always wanted a piece of me.” He winks at Sole and places one hand on her hip, bouncing his knees to urge her closer into his chest.

Desdemona:

“Okay, you can stay there for a little bit but I will have to get back to work eventually.” She gives an excuse, pretending she’s not enjoying it as much as she really does.

Glory:

“Oh hey.” She grins up at Sole and relaxes more into her own seat, pulling Sole back with her.

Tinker Tom:

“Why- uh, well, it’s nice to see you too.” He blushes deeply, but smiles up at Sole and allows her to stay perched on his lap for as long as she pleases.

Magnolia:

“Hey doll, aren’t you just looking lovely today.” She wraps her arms around Sole’s waist from behind and nuzzles her face into her.

Sturges:

“Comfortable ‘nough for ya?” He chuckles as places one hand on Sole’s thigh, the other holding her back as he pulls her in closer.

X6-88:

“What are you doing?” He freezes but makes no attempt to stop her. Not like he really wants to either, he’s just a bit awkward with new affection.

Gage:

“Yeah, sure, take what’s yours, Boss.” He grins as he ultimately submits himself to be her personal seat without complaints. He relaxes and only hopes that she’ll cuddle further into him at her own will.

Mason:

“The throne does it for ya, huh?” He smirks as his Pack eyes the Overboss sitting atop of his lap on his throne. He pulls her closer to him with urgency and revels in the moment.

Mags Black:

“Sure, make yourself comfortable.” At first she’s taken aback, but decides she doesn’t mind the affection. She hugs Sole from behind and allows her to sit there for as long as she pleases.

Nisha:

“Okay, only for a bit. Don’t get too comfortable.” She pretends she doesn’t like it, but by the very, very faint blush on her cheeks, Sole knows that she secretly loves it.

William Black:

“Well aren’t you just sweet today, Boss.” He grins as holds Sole’s hips in place as he looks up at her lovingly.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

How do male fallout 4 companions (including Gage) try to flirt with a f!sole?

(Oh lord have mercy, I really didn't know what format to do this one in either.)

Danse:

"I hope you appreciate the beam focuser I installed on Righteous Authority. She's somewhat of a lucky boon already, but I think that upgrade will give you an additional edge in battle..not that I'm convinced you even need it, soldier."

•We all already know he is no good. I mean..did ya'll even know the whole "I'm glad I can talk to you as more than your commanding officer" was him flirting? I sure as hell didn't until recently.

•Danse doesn't really "flirt". Instead he opts for what he knows- doing something physical. Now, he is not the type to go up give you a kiss or anything- but you bet your ass he'll show his admiration through weapon mods....just don't let him loose on the power armour. If he installs a jet pack, know he got it bad.

Deacon:

"If we were back in your day, I might just ask to go to the old Slocum Joe's for a coffee."

•Given his past, You'll more than likely just think he's screwing with you. To some extent- he sort of is. However there is no denying that he is infatuated with you..but his special ability to repress emotions shine once more.

Gage:

"Damn boss, I might be stepping some bounds here but..anyone ever tell you how nice your ass looks? Think I'll be watching your back even more closely from now on."

•Absolutely no shame.

•He finds the whole "beat around the bush" approach to be a waste of time. You don't get things you want in life by waiting around for them, Gage believes you must pounce on an opportunity..even if it can get you shot between the eyes by a less than amused overboss.

Hancock:

"I don't go around saying this to just anyone, but yknow what, sunshine? Being around you..it's been some of the best times I've ever had. You're one helluva person."

•It's not necessarily the words he says, but the way he speaks them. Sure, such flattery would be appreciated by any- but it's more in the way he makes sure to keep your attention, his hazed eyes looking incredibly focused as they locked onto your's the second his hand met your shoulder. Some sense of sensuality in the way his voice drawls...it's..intense.

Macready:

"Over these past few weeks..*muttering* frick, I already sound stupid..I feel like we really have got to know each other and..well, you're cool, boss."

•He wants to curl into a little ball and die every time he gets around to "flirting". The problem is, Mac's mouth tends to move for him before he knows exactly how he wants to say something- so just be patient with him, he is trying.

Maxson:

"You've been an invaluable asset to the brotherhood, (y/n). More..more than that, you've been a true friend to me.."

•Doesn't really know how to proceed, just hopes that showing some semblance of vulnerability will be enough to catch your eye.

•The whole "trying to win you over" process is..um..foreign to him- and frankly he is no good at crushes (seeing as he shot his last one on accident)

 

Nick:

"Gotta hand it to you, doll, don't think I'd be half the detective I am now without you as my partner."

•Very tactful, barely even considered a flirt, really. But he intends it to be that way, just enough to where you could read between the lines of you tried hard enough..

Preston:

"I meant it when I said it all that time ago, you truly are one of the good guys..thank you, general."

•Not so much flirting as it is genuine admiration.

•He likes to make comments that are just on the border of compliments, flattery, and just a tad more. It's more or less to be careful.

X6-88:

"Your combat prowess is beyond just admirable, it's an honor to be at your side."

•You probably won't even realize he's flirting tbh.

•X6 isn't exactly "gifted" in expressing feelings, so for him to go out of his way to attempt flirting..he is doing his best, okay?

[isodoped-ghoulflucker]

Hmm, I'd have to say the settlement quests Preston keeps drowning you with, simply because the locations are so far apart and the quests are very repetitive.

The gauntlet when you Enter the Nuka World. It's just so long, and I can't bail out of it whenever I want like with other quests when they get too much for me.

I also don't like the Big Dig questline, but it's not because of the questline itself persay, I'm just always so impatient to get Hancock as a companion fbxbsjsdjdh

Whats the most annoying quest in your favourite fallout game?

So this is tricky, but I’m gonna have to say those damn MILA quests for tinker Tom

[nightingaelic]

Fallout 4 companions respond to getting captured by Super Mutants (for optional added angst, maybe even getting turned into a super mutant). Strong not included for obvious reasons.

Ada: "Be advised: My guardian has equipped me with a tracking device in the event of my capture. You lack the privileges necessary to access their estimated time of arrival."

Ada is always matter-of-fact about her situation, even if her legs aren't functioning and she's squashed between two bags of body parts on the floor of an abandoned hospital. She's also patient, and content to wait until the sole survivor comes to retrieve her. In the meantime, she'll run escape scenario algorithms to determine the best way out of the building. Not affected by FEV for obvious reasons.

Cait: "Are you f***ing serious?! I'll tear your ears off with my bare hands and string them on a necklace! You don't know who you're messin' with, you green bastards!"

No one can match Cait in sheer viciousness when fighting to free themselves, but even she has her limits. The sole survivor would likely find her in a cage, hyperventilating and on the verge of tears. If the super mutants made the mistake of exposing her to FEV, she would tear the nest apart herself. Mutation would be another internal struggle for Cait, but I think she could successfully make peace with her new state of being if given enough time. A makeshift, giant baseball bat might help.

Codsworth: "Unhand me, you brutes! By God, the class of people I'm forced to associate with these days just keeps falling!"

Pre-war Codsworth is constantly offended by the super mutants' behavior, particularly their lack of housekeeping. He can't help bemoaning his situation for all to hear, something that would probably annoy the super mutants enough to bonk him on the dome until he shuts down. Some assembly required once the sole survivor catches up with him. Not affected by FEV for obvious reasons.

Curie: "While we are waiting, would any of you mind answering some questions for me about how you came to exist in this state? Ça vous dit?"

With a wide new world of oddities to study, Curie takes her abduction as yet another opportunity to learn. If nothing else, she can observe super mutants in their natural- or at least chosen- habitat. Prior to her synth transition, not affected by FEV for obvious reasons. Post-synth transition, however, I think Curie would take the mutation as an opportunity to study the effects that turn a person into a super mutant. I don't think she would lose her bubbly personality, similar to the way Lily the nightkin retained some of her old sense of self.

Danse: "You may have the upper hand today, but you and the other freaks of nature are fighting a losing battle." [spits]

Having lost the most to super mutants in the past, Danse fights his captors until he is completely spent. In fact, the sole survivor would have to practically carry the man home for a lengthy recovery, something his suit of power armor would definitely help with. Mutation into a super mutant is one of Danse's worst nightmares, and if exposed to FEV, he would beg the sole survivor to show him the same mercy he once showed Cutler.

Deacon: "Oh yeah, this reminds me of that summer I spent camping out on the National Mall. You even look familiar. Know anyone by the name of Uncle Leo?"

Like in every tight spot he's ever been in, Deacon masks his stress level with quick wits and quicker retorts. Most likely to slip his confines, let the sole survivor fight their way to the heart of the nest, then reveal he was free the whole time and they needn't have bothered. If exposed to FEV, Deacon would probably panic and enlist the sole survivor's help in searching for a cure, positive that a mutated countenance would irreparably damage his ability to help the Railroad. Then again, he might see it as a "new look" and use it to his advantage for a bit.

Dogmeat: [snarling]

Any super mutants that get their hands on Dogmeat are highly likely to lose fingers. Still, there's not much the canine can do if he's put in a cage, other than bark and wait for rescue. While FEV leaves many dogs as aggressive shells of their former selves, I think Dogmeat would be largely okay with his new green-and-bulky form and would still happily guard settlements and follow the sole survivor around, not unlike Gracie from Far Harbor.

Hancock: "Whoa, whoa relax. I've got time to hang out for a bit, no need to get all worked up. Don't stain the coat, I doubt you can cough up the caps to get it cleaned."

Of all the companions, Hancock is the most unbothered by becoming a super mutant captive. It's just another wasteland adventure, albeit one where the opposing cast of characters are all at least two feet taller than him. He might earn some bumps and bruises for being unable to keep his smart mouth shut, but he'll just bide his time until he spots an opening to wreak havoc and escape, or until the sole survivor comes along to wiggle him out. Not affected by FEV for obvious reasons.

MacCready: "You know, I'm getting real sick of you green lunatics. Spent almost a decade living next door to some of your cousins, and they knew enough not to mess with me."

Upon capture, MacCready would roll his eyes and accept that he's going to have to wait for some help. He'd get more desperate the longer his wait went on though, envisioning a world where Duncan lost his dad without getting to say goodbye. Mutation wouldn't necessarily dampen his spirits at first: After all, if anyone can find a cure, it's the sole survivor.

Valentine: "Not exactly a group of masterminds, are you?"

At this point, Nick is used to getting abducted and locked up by just about every group in the Commonwealth. He knows super mutants well enough to know they don't listen to reason, but he can't resist getting in a jab or two about how he's far from edible. Not affected by FEV for obvious reasons.

Piper: "So, uh, what's say I write up a column about how super mutants are seriously misunderstood creatures and we'll call it even? No?"

Piper might have similar levels of confidence as Deacon, but hers are much more likely to waver when faced with possible death by ingestion. Her quips would be fewer and more nervous until the sole survivor arrived, at which point she would put her game face back on and cheer her rescuer along. If exposed to FEV, she would beg the sole survivor to help her find a cure for Nat's sake, and eventually weasel the information about Virgil out of them.

Preston: "I didn't need to get up close to know why you're called 'uglies,' but here we are."

While terrified at what the super mutants might do to him, Preston is the most level-headed when captured. He's already great under pressure in battle, and he's used to setting his own fears aside to find solutions for his woes. Most likely to have more people coming to his rescue than the sole survivor alone, due to his role with the Minutemen. If exposed to FEV, Preston would likely accept his fate with dignity, and make the sole survivor promise to dispatch him if he turns violent. I don't think he would, though, and the Minutemen would probably be more accepting of a super mutant officer than most.

X6-88: "I can afford to wait for field assistance, mutant. They will not make the mistakes I did."

X6-88 accepts his predicament calmly, like he accepts everything that happens to him. If unable to free himself, he will patiently wait for the Institute help he knows is coming, even if it's just the sole survivor with a pipe pistol. Regarding FEV mutation, turning into a super mutant might be the straw that breaks the camel's back for X6-88. In the Institute's eyes, the Courser is now hideous and no longer viable in the field: In X6-88's opinion, though, he is even stronger and more dangerous than he was before. I could see him finally choosing to desert his post out of a growing sense of self-preservation once transformed.

BONUS!

Gage: "Well look who's suffering from delusions of adequacy! I'd call you f***ers dumb as rocks, but at least a rock can hold a door open."

Porter Gage is great at heckling, and just good enough that he toes the line right up to where super mutants would start to understand he's insulting them. The sole survivor would likely find a gaggle of them around his confinement space, convinced he's complimenting them when he's actually being very rude. Breaking him out gives him the biggest smile. Becoming mutated himself might actually benefit Gage in the long run, as the raiders he used to be wary of would instead find themselves newly-wary of the Overboss' right-hand man.

Longfellow: "Too bad you aren't one of the more reasonable ones. Might've saved your skin."

Longfellow treats his own capture with a sense of humor, acknowledging that he's not as young as he once was and might need help now and then. Chuckles the whole time the sole survivor is fighting their way to him, and grateful upon release. If turned into a super mutant, he'd shrug, accept his fate, and ask to be escorted to live with his friend Erickson up near Far Harbor.

Maxson: "I welcome the day you and your kind meet total destruction."

If Danse is angry about being captured by his sworn enemies, Maxson is seething. Kidnapping a Brotherhood Elder is something that shouldn't even be possible in his eyes, let alone by super mutants. Once freed, he would do his best to erase the nest from the earth: Fire, missiles, tactical nukes if necessary. Also like Danse, Maxson would order the sole survivor to mercifully dispatch him if he were mutated. Additionally, he'd have them destroy any evidence of his exposure to FEV, and simply turn in his holotags with the news that he had perished in the line of duty.

Desdemona: [livid silence]

Plunks herself down, lights a cigarette if her hands are free, and waits. Eventually, the sole survivor or Glory will turn up, and she'll give them one, lingering look of disappointment before vanishing into the Commonwealth ruins. Least likely to get captured in the first place. If mutated, she would reassume her job as leader of the Railroad with no comment, and everyone else would know better than to ask.

[hancocksbestgirl]

The Raider, The Bear, The Elder, The Alpha

This is the newest final part of a few of y'all's favorite accidental series, "The Raider and the Bear", the totality of which can be found here.

Summary: A month after the events of The Raider and The Bear, (and its companion fic, The Bear and the Raider) Porter Gage and the Overboss are settling into their slightly skewed version of domestic bliss. But even as Gage falls into the easy routine of service and sex; the violent act that his Overboss has asked him to support (and the upheaval of Nuka World that will result from it), hangs over him. As he struggles to totally understand his feelings for the mascot-wearing woman that turned his life upside down, her past traumas and fears find a new avenue with which to haunt them both.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (described in some detail), Rape/Non-Con (mostly implied and referenced, no details)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Word Count: 17k

Relationships: Porter Gage/Female Sole Survivor, Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss, Porter Gage/Original Female Character(s), Arthur Maxson/Female Sole Survivor, Arthur Maxson/Original Female Character(s), Porter Gage & Mason (Fallout 4), Mason & Female Nuka-World Overboss, Mason & Female Sole Survivor, Mason & Original Female Character

Characters: Porter Gage, Mason (Fallout 4), Arthur Maxson, Original Fallout 4 Character(s), Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Female Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Raider Characters (Fallout), Nuka-World Raider Characters (Fallout), Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Sole Survivor (Fallout)

Additional Tags and Warnings Under the Cut

Additional Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate History, Romance, Smut, Angst, Heavy Angst, Raiders (Fallout), Nuka-World Amusement Park (Fallout), Game: Fallout 4: Nuka-World DLC, Morally Ambiguous Character, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Love Confessions, Service Submission, Service Kink, Non-Sexual Submission, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sex, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Brutal Murder, Murder Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Roughness, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie

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Porter Gage was torn between two impulses, one old and one new.

The old impulse was the same thing that had driven him ever since coming to Nuka World. He wanted more: more power, more influence, more caps, more unity among the Raiders, more collared traders, more of everything he liked about the place. 

Under Colter, that particular impulse for more had stalled out, mostly because Colter was such a useless asshole. Under the new Overboss, well, his Overboss (the most beautiful woman who’d ever even considered opening her legs to Porter Gage), it had stalled out again because of the second impulse.

The second impulse was more of a human thing, if he were being honest. The most human thing.

He just couldn’t keep his hands off the Boss. Gage had been bedding her for almost a month now, and he felt like aside from fucking her, he couldn’t get a single other damn thing done.

He’d fucked her in their bathroom, in every imaginable position in her bed. He’d fucked her on the counter where they normally spread out their loot after a raid, he’d fucked her on the floor (and paid for it with his knees). He’d fucked her up against the wall, and bent over every piece of furniture in the Grille. He’d even fucked her on the way to threaten a settlement, pulling her into the back of a pre-War truck to do it.

That last one, actually, had crossed line for him - they’d been traveling, which meant she’d ridden him while wearing the bearhead, gripping the crossbars of his armor as he thrust up into her from below. But since it had turned out that he couldn’t get enough of her no matter what she wore, the bearhead didn’t matter. And really, it hadn’t been quite as awful as he’d imagined it would be. In fact, he thought he’d probably do it again. 

Hopefully soon.

Okay, so maybe both impulses were for more. 

Maybe Porter Gage was a damn sight more simple of a man than he had been willing to admit.

In truth, he was drunk with his lust for more. They still went out on jobs, but he had gotten shambling, sloppy. He was liable to put his foot on a trap or get caught unawares by a Yao Guai. He thought only of the alabaster skin under her clothes, of the smell of her hair, of the temple between her legs. He would emerge from a daydream about her to find himself in a completely different location - having walked from Fizztop to the Market, or all the way out to one of the other parks, without even having noticed.

He felt guilty, but he also felt more relaxed than he ever had under Colter’s haphazard reign. After all, Nuka World was doing okay in his estimation, so it had been fine when he’d let a few things slip. 

Probably.

In any event, the sloppiness was going to end.

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[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Love your blog. It’s ✨Immaculate ✨. How would companions (+preston) and anyone you wanna add react around a preferably f!sole that they have a HUGE crush on? For example; what are the little actions or habits they do?

omg, this request made me happy and i enjoyed writing it! i love this so much. thank you for requesting anon, please enjoy! this was probably one of my longest reacts ever written.

anddddd i added sturges and x6 just cause.. i.. love them.. 😶❤️

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Danse:

he’s never had a real crush before and you bet your fucking life that he has no idea how to deal with it. he wouldn’t notice the crush at first and would be completely oblivious to it until he found himself growing strangely flustered at sole whenever they were in his presence. everything they did, from modding power armor to simply just staring at him with their breathtaking features, always pulled the paladin out of reality, making his heart beat in all different directions and forced him to become speechless even if he had a million things to say. upon realizing that he may be harboring feelings much more than friendship for his long term partner, he becomes more attentive and protective towards sole, even if it goes out of his notice. he would find himself taking over her tasks in sanctuary despite her pleas so she can rest a little longer and take a break from all her responsibilities. danse would become more frantic over soles health, often scolding her about the importance of self care whenever he noticed that she was neglecting it and if she refused to listen, then he’d take matters in his own hands. he’d grow abnormally nervous and concerned whenever sole was away without him for too long and would literally run over to her the minute she’d come home, bombarding her with a million questions before his worries could completely subside. deep down, danse knew he wanted to shield sole from the dangers they faced everyday and pry her away from any kind of pain that could be inflicted on her. he figured it was impossible but knew damn well he could at least try, even if it killed him. soon enough, his crush for sole would grow painfully obvious and knew that he’d have to confront her about it when she started picking up signs.

Deacon:

terrified is an understatement. he found himself panicking at the thought of being attached to someone once again and tried to do everything in the book to perish those emotions as quickly as it came. unfortunately for him, no matter how much he pulled away from sole, he always found a way back to her despite his mind screaming at him to escape. god knows he wouldn’t be able to; not with that dammed smile, perfect personality, and smart mouth. now that she was there existing in his mind rent free, there was no turning back no matter how hard he tried. regardless of his newfound feelings, he’d still continue to act normal around sole, often pulling jokes here and there but everytime he’d try to friskilly flirt with them like he used to, his cheeks would go visibly red and his mouth would become dry whenever sole played along with his games. once he accepted the fact that he was in love and ready to move on, he’d spend every waking moment with her, trying to make her laugh whenever they were together just so he could see their smile. even if he tried to stray away from it, he became more affectionate towards sole, often letting his touches touches linger longer than necessary, offering a shoulder to her whenever she needed it, and just being the rock everytime life decided to knock her down. he’d observe sole a lot, noting down whatever she seemed to have interest in and all the details, small or vast, he could capture of her. remember that necklace you wanted when you looked at a run down magazine at a shop? deacons got you covered. feeling sad? he’d be kicking through that door with an armful of fancy lad cakes before sole could shed a tear. he’s more than willing to go out of his way for sole without a second thought just to ensure shes happy and safe in this chaotic world.

Hancock:

hancocks a natural flirt, it’s definitely obvious by now and sole knew it herself since the day she stepped in goodneighbor. if he wasn’t flirting with her, he was often caught flirting with people he found attractive. after a while though, that habit would deteriorate the more he spent time with sole and got to know her better as a person instead of the commonwealth hero. the idea of one night stands and random hook ups didn’t appeal to him so much anymore as he leaned more into the idea of committing to sole and the possibility of what they could be. he’d find that his flirtatious comments would grow more genuine whenever it left his lips and that his actions were much more gentle and affectionate whenever they were together. his once provocative thoughts about her would be replaced with more innocent ones and he’d constantly wondered how her lips would feel against his instead of observing her ass in that vault suit like he normally would. hancock would often give sole pet names, such as sunshine and sweetheart, and would completely abolish the nickname ‘sister’, pushing it away from his vocabulary as time went by. hancock would constantly tease sole with comments or actions, often telling her she’s absolutely beautiful to caressing her face gently just to see the sight of her wide eyed and flushed with his own very eyes. that image of her was definitely a sight for sore eyes- it made his heart swell with love and awe, a feeling he thought he’d never experience in his lifetime. he would give up anything in the commonwealth, even his love for chems, just to be with sole and stay by her side until the end of time.

Maccready:

he’s such a dork and is absolutely head over heels for sole the first time he realizes he has a thing for her. though he doesn’t go over the top to show he admires her or anything, it’s more than enough to display exactly what he feels for her. whenever they’re out on a mission, mac would always try to impress sole with anything he knows he’s capable of doing or exceeding just to catch her attention, even just for a moment. his suave and cocky attitude while doing so would immediately crash down into bits once sole sent him a dazzled grin or displayed her amazement at his skills. he would then become a flustered and anxious mess, stumbling over his sentences as he tried to pull himself together. mac would become more open with her, showing sole his interests excitedly, like his comic book collection, or telling her stories that he’s never told anyone besides lucy. he’d allow her to pry into his private life and is more than willing to have any type of conversation with her regardless of whether it was personal or just small talk. maccready would frequently gape at his companion with a lovestruck smile on his face and a dreamy glint in his eyes, admiring everything about her from her appearance to her personality. even if sole didn’t notice him doing so, others did and boy did he look like a lovesick teenager.

Nick Valentine:

it wouldn’t take nick forever to realize he had fallen in love with sole. though it’d take a while to accept, he’d eventually warm up to the idea, realizing that the more he pushed away from it, the worse the issue would become. after all, there’s no better way to confront a situation than to encounter it first hand. he’s really old school when having a crush on sole, mimicking prewar actions to show that he really cares for her outside of professionalism. nick would open doors for her, give her his coat whenever he caught her shudder, pick flowers from a garden to give to her, and overall just be an absolute gentleman. he’d literally drive ellie insane by talking about sole all the damn time, whether about professional matters or personal ones, and if her name ever slipped his lips one more time, ellie might just grab a book nearby and knock him unconscious just to catch a break. just like hancock, nick would push away the nicknames he usually used for her, such as kid/pal, and would instead replace it with ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’ - it seemed much more romantic and meaningful. he wouldn’t hide the fact that he has interest for sole and would make it known that he has intentions, but would never force sole if she wasn’t comfortable. luckily, she was more than comfortable.

Gage:

he would be in major denial with his feelings for sole. gage would assume it’s just a simple infatuation for the overboss and try his best to ignore the feelings that surfaced whenever she was around. there was just no way he was gonna commit to something he was uncertain of. as much as gage denied the truth, he couldn’t avoid the change of behavior that followed after that realization. he found himself defending the overboss more when someone badmouthed or threatened her and would go out of his way to kill them himself if they stepped a little too close for comfort. not for soles comfort - his comfort. whenever someone displayed any signs of affection or interest towards her, his eyes would shoot daggers directly at that person (who eventually backed away, intimidated) and his hands would clutch his rifle until his knuckles turned white. everytime sole felt down and let a few tears slip, he couldn’t bring himself to give her space like he once used to and would instead accompany her, attempting to ease her pain with small comments and a hand on the shoulder. the thought of being the person behind the one in charge soon faded into nothing as he caught himself saving sole more than once from the dangers that dared to meet her in his presence. he got more than few bullets and bruises while doing so and he found that he didn’t mind that at all. he’d let sole be affectionate to him; when she’d lay her head on his shoulder, let her hand brush against his when they were close, or lay a hand on his chest, he’d find himself enjoying it much more than he should and slowly began to crave it more. his previous thoughts of committing to her would switch entirely and he’d realize that maybe being in love for once wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Preston:

he’d come to accept his crush for the general pretty quickly. she was amazing and genuinely kind hearted after all, so there was absolutely no reason why he’d try to pull away from this feeling. prestons a huge sweetheart when it comes to sole, often complimenting the way she looked that day, sending her small comments of appreciation to know he’s grateful for her in his life, and would go as far as leaving them small trinkets hes found on his adventures, telling her that it reminded him of her. whenever sole was brought up into a conversation, he’d feel his ears perk up and he’d immediately butt in, praising her as a person and for all that she’s done for the commonwealth. he wants to make it known that she deserves more than what she is given and that all her deeds do not go unnoticed. everyone noticed the big smile on his face and the proud look in his eyes whenever he speaks about sole to others and would laugh at his joyful tone as he continued on. it’s almost identical to a child talking about their favorite toy on a show and tell event. he tries to give her the life she deserves by showing little acts of appreciation; leaving an extra box of dandy apples near her bedside so she had something to snack on, sparing a few extra caps to buy her a drink whenever they were out and about, and even cleaning up her room whenever he had the time to do so. in the end, everyone knew that sole had preston wrapped around her finger and anything she needed or desired, he was more than willing to make it happen to the best of his abilities.

Sturges:

sturges hesitates at first, believing that he’s nothing special compared to sole. it would take him a billion years before sole could actually look at him the way he looked at her, but comes to the conclusion that it wouldn’t hurt to try and pursue her. just like nick, sturges is an absolute gentleman to his core but shows it with different actions. instead of picking flowers and opening doors for sole, he’d focus on doing things that could benefit her in the long run. he’d mod whatever weapons or armor she left behind, ensuring that sole had the best of the best while venturing the wastelands and would try to upgrade her living space, adding anything that he knew would put sole more at ease whenever she came home. he would also guarantee there was an extra plate of freshly cooked food and a drink waiting for sole on her kitchen counter in case they decided to come home that night. before sole would go back out in the wasteland, he’d pack a special bag full of stimpacks, rad x, radaway, modified weapons, and other useful things she might need on her adventures, sending her away with a soft smile and a simple, “get home safe.” besides his actions, sturges would try to converse with sole more whenever he found the time to and find any excuse, even if ridiculous, to spend time with her, disregarding any plans he had that day.

X6:

the crush is absolutely foreign to him. he wouldn’t be able to utterly process the feeling at first, confused whether his systems were malfunctioning or not but would notice that his behavior would be drastically changing the more he walked the wastelands with her. he’d catch himself staring at sole longer than necessary, observing her features while she was distracted and allowed it to engrave every single part of his perplexed mind. he’d talk less, unconsciously taking in sole’s voice whenever they spoke and letting that melodious sound replay in his head for an unhealthy amount of time. with this new crush came new emotions he was never programmed to experience - fear, worry, happiness and relief. the strange thing was, it would only rise around her. whenever she was hurt or away, he felt fear and concern, whenever she was laughing and smiling, he felt a sense of happiness and the minute she’d come home from a dangerous part of a mission, he’d feel a wave of relief. he yearned to know more about her outside of professionalism, asking questions about her personal life and interests as he became more curious. as sole opened up more to him and let him see the better side of her - the one that was playful and was full of smiles and laughter - he’d feel the strong heartbeat bang against his chest for the first time in his life. once he realized he had it bad for sole, he was too far into the rabbit hole to ever turn back.

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-

Title: There's benefits to being overboss

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on

Wordcount: 1900

a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.

***

One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.

It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.

A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.

You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.

His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.

"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.

You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.

You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.

"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.

"Don't make me beg."

"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."

Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."

Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.

He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.

The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.

He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.

"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.

Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.

When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.

"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.

You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.

He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.

"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.

He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.

He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.

Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.

His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.

All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.

You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.

He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Crushing Companions Headcannons Part 5

I know it's been a hot minute, but holy crap! There are 5 of these now, omg. And yet, I STILL don't think I'm done. So look out for a part 6 as well 😅 (which, as of now, is only Charon and Boone, so if you want to see anyone else, just lmk :)

For now though, here are these folks: Gage, MacCready, and Maxson

(Also, just a heads up, I got a request for Maxson with F!Sole, so that's why it's written that way below!)

The previous parts are all linked below as well, if you missed them. I hope you enjoy! ❤

Gage x Sole:

The plucky little spitfuck caught his attention right from the start. Waltzing into raider territory almost without a second thought; the crassness of it, the guts it took, Gage scoffed at it all. But hell, the little vault dweller wasn’t near as helpless as he’d thought they’d be. Turned out they could be pretty damn useful. What with all that Colter business, and accepting the role as Overboss without a lick of experience with his kinda people. He had to admire their courage… And that damn vault suit of theirs… made it pretty difficult not to admire some of their, uh, other assets.

Gage wasn’t the only one hot on the new boss though, and he wouldn’t let it get to his head. ‘Least that’s what he’d told himself, but eh, maybe if he didn’t let it get complicated, he and Sole could have a bit of fun, maybe. Just keep it simple.

Yeah, like that’s ever worked out in my favor. ‘Specially with an Overboss. Gage would groan at the thought. As Sole consistently asked him to tag along with him all across Nuka World, and the whole goddamn Commonwealth, it got harder and harder for the raider to keep his feelings leashed. No, not feelings. Thoughts, just thoughts. That’s all it is. Gage didn’t catch feelings, you care about anything more than yourself out here, ‘n yer dead. You’ve gotta come first, always. That’s what he’s learned all these years, it’s why he’s stayed alive so damn long, why he’s never let any feelings catch in his heart, and control his actions. Well, that, and no one else has come so close to making him as foolish as Sole does.

It really seemed to start when they thanked him one night by the fire he’d made, thanked him for watching their back, and for trusting that they’d make a good Overboss, when they’d brushed their hand over his arm and given him that little smile of theirs that made his heart leap in his chest. He'd been so close to blushing, he had to turn his damn head away from them, had to wrench his arm back and just grunt in response, as his clenching jaw prevented him from gettin’ a single fuckin’ word out. Damn them.

Sole had even managed, somehow or another, to get him to be candid, to admit how good this thing was that they had goin’, to talk about his goddamn feelings and tell ‘em that they mean somethin’ to him. It almost made him sick to his stomach. He’d thought that’s what it was, anyway. But he’d noticed that same such nauseous feeling then next time he caught Sole grinning at him, and then again one night when they fell asleep on him as they sat on the sofa up in Fizztop, him sharpening his combat knife, and them sipping on a nuka dark before they'd laid their head against him and stayed there until the light shown through the windows the next morning. It made his stomach flip and his skin crawl, made his heart thump like he was in the middle of a fight, but dammit, if he’d put an end to any of those interactions, Gage knew that his beating heart would sink, and he’d never be able to stop thinkin’ about what might have happened, had he just let it be.

Lord, how he’d wanted to let it be that night after Sole had drank just a bit too much down at the Third Rail. They were in another city, they had a hotel room, Sole was all over him, probably just cuz they were off their ass on booze, but still, they couldn’t keep their hands off him, kept sayin’ how glad they were that they’d met him, how much they liked having him around. Damn, how every part of him screamed to try and find out if they meant it, to take every part of them, to feel the heat of them, to claim them, and hold them, and finally let all his repressed feelings run rampant as he ravished every damn part of them.

Instead, Gage had forced them into their bed, made ‘em down a bottle of purified water, and begrudgingly rubbed their back as they hacked their guts out in that dingy Rexford hotel room. When they were done though, when Gage had cleaned ‘em up, and they finally settled enough to get some sleep, as they laid their head in his lap, and snored softly, he couldn’t keep his calloused hand from rubbing over their shoulder in a touch more tender than he could ever remember giving, or receiving.

It was a good thing they hadn’t remembered much from that night. Gage had been too close. Too close to admitting what became more and more apparent to him every fucking day he spent with his Overboss; so after that night, he tried to keep his distance. At least, as much as he could while still staying at their side. He became short with his words, less inclined to overlook Sole’s touches, to chuckle at their jokes, to sit too near to them, to open up and say some nice shit. That wasn’t who he was, at least, before he met them, anyway. He’s been that way for too long, no point in changing just cuz of them. It’s worked for him this long, so for now, he cut it all out, all that soft shit he was starting to get used to, starting to get comfortable with. It’s not who he is.

Though, distance might not have been the answer either, he found a little bit later. He and Sole were taking a load off over at Cappy’s, just drinking with the rest of the rabble; and the boss had gone up to the bar to get another round, and… Well, it’s not like Sole hadn’t gotten attention before, ‘course they had, just look at ‘em, and as the Overboss? Hell, everyone in Nuka World had come onto ‘em at least once, but this time was different. When Mason sauntered up to them, fierce intent in his piercing gaze and an empty bottle in his hand, Gage had shifted in his seat, prepared to step in, if need be. Though, Sole usually didn’t need his help with this kinda shit, they were more than capable. Still though, this time was different. Mason was adamant that Sole come with him, back to the Bradberton to discuss somethin’ important with him, but his expression, his hands reaching for Sole’s waist, for their ass, his closeness to them, Gage had had enough of this shit, ‘specially with the way Sole was trying to back away from the Pack alpha’s insistent touch.

Gage didn’t usually like to start shit, least of all with the other bosses around, not when Sole could deal with them themself most of the time, but he didn’t think this time 'round, he just acted.

The bar grew silent as Mason’s snarls quieted, as Gage’s fist landed another blow to the Pack leader’s head, as his nose bloodied, as Gage’s knuckles ached, and his shirt was stained with droplets of deep crimson, even as Sole brought their hand to his shoulder, as they squeezed, and ordered him to stop. Gage only really realized what he’d done after standing, peering down at Mason as he lay unconscious at the foot of the bar, his face already growing dark with purple bruises. “Head up to Fizztop, I’ll be there in a bit.” He heard Sole order, and he did as they asked.

Gage waited maybe not so patiently, pacing around the balcony until he spotted Sole finally heading up, after cleaning up his mess, he was sure. Goddamn. What a fucking night. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to ‘em? Gage made his way inside, just as Sole came into the room. “Sit," they told him, and he did, on that same sofa that Sole had sat on when they fell asleep on him that night... Gage shook his head.

Sole returned with a wet rag in their hand, sat down beside him, close enough that their knee bumped into his, and they took his bloodied right hand in theirs, and began to swipe over the wounds on his knuckles, as they wiped away Mason’s blood. “Look,” they said, “I don’t know what was going on with you and Mason back there, but–”

“That shit wasn’t about me an’ Mason, boss.” Gage cut them off, looking ahead and clenching his jaw as he tried to think about a way to tell them the truth without revealing everything he’d been struggling with for the past few months. Without revealing those goddamn feelings of his.

“Gage.” They said, not sounding convinced. “I’m bein’ honest!” He said as he turned to them briefly, “The fight wasn’t about us, that shit was about you, boss.”

“You’re gonna try and pin this on me?” They said, ceasing their soothing movement over his knuckles as they looked up at him, “I had it handled, Gage, you didn’t have to step in. I could’ve taken care of it.” Though he felt their eyes on him, Gage couldn’t bring himself to look over, to meet their fiery gaze.

“I know you could ‘ave.” He said quietly, the roughness of his voice softening as he spoke just above a whisper. “But the way he was lookin' at ya, way he was touchin’ ya… No one should touch you like that.”

“No one?” they asked, tilting their head to try and draw his eyes to meet theirs. He took the bait, and turned his head so he was facing them, his one good eye was obscured by the crease in his brow as his wanton eye met their pleading expression. They know what I’m gonna say. May as well spit it out, then.

“No one ‘cept me.” He said, and he found himself leaning in, close enough that his nose brushed over Sole’s cheek, close enough that he could feel the heat of their breath pass over his lips, but he halted before he could get any further. “I mean,” He whispered, “If you’ll have me. I know I’m no good… No good for you, boss, but–” Sole closed the distance before he could finish, and Gage felt a jolt through his whole body, like Sole was charged with electricity. Their mouth tingled against his, and their tongue burned his lips as it demanded passage through the threshold and into his mouth. He opened eagerly, letting his eye fall shut, and grinning into the kiss, before nipping and pulling at Sole's bottom lip playfully. They tried to pull back, uttering a small whimper at his action, but he drew his tongue over the tender spot, and brought his injured hand up to tangle in Sole’s hair, to hold their mouth against his, to let him taste them just a bit longer. Gage groaned as they pressed harder into him, so close, they were almost in his lap. He certainly wouldn’t have protested that, but before his arms could encircle them, before he could draw their body up onto his own, they pulled back breathlessly, as a red hue overtook their face.

“I don’t care if you’re no good.” They panted, “I want you.” Their hands found their way to the front of Gage’s shirt, and grasped tightly at the fabric, as he held their intense gaze. “And hell, I’m no good either.”

Gage chuckled at that, letting his hand fall from the back of Sole’s head, down to their jawline, where his thumb could easily stroke over their cheekbone. “Both no good, huh? Hell, maybe that jus’ means we’re good for each other.” His hand tightened, and Gage pulled them in again.

MacCready x Sole:

MacCready knew what this was. The feeling was allllllll too familiar. He remembered the pounding of his heart, the lightness in his gut, the wash of heat that made his tongue tangle in his mouth, destroying any remaining sense of social adaptability, or grace that he might have had. He wasn’t unused to making a fool of himself, especially in the presence of someone like Sole, someone who seemed so infallible and unphased by almost everything (which was infuriating in itself), but he was unused to this other prevalent feeling that persisted in his mind at the thought of falling for someone again. It was fear.

He didn’t know what exactly scared him so much. Perhaps it was the thought of this person beside him, one that he admired so much, that he so deeply cared for, who was so selfless and kind, who had helped him in his most desperate time of need, even when he had nothing to offer them as payment, not being able to return his feelings… No, he didn’t expect that of Sole, didn’t need them to care about him in the same way. But he was still afraid. The only other people he cared about as much as he cares about Sole, have been taken from him in one way or another. Lucy was gone; his love, his wife, the only thing good about him besides his son, had died right in front of him. He couldn’t bear for something like that to happen again, he wouldn’t survive it. He had enough nightmares as it was, enough guilt, enough of a struggle with his own inadequacy. He couldn’t risk caring about anyone the way he cared about Lucy ever again.

Then there was Duncan; he wasn’t dead, thanks to Sole, but he was still so far away from him. Knowing that his child was out there, that his baby was being cared for by someone else, that he was missing him as he grew up before the eyes of those around him... that tore into him too. Another result of MacCready's feelings of incapability. If he couldn’t protect Lucy, how could he protect Duncan? How could he care for his son on his own? He loved being a father, more than anything in the world, but he had no idea how to do it right. It’s not like he had had any kind of a parental figure to base himself off of. So he had left, to help his son, to save his life, by leaving him behind. And he was once again alone. MacCready feared that too. With Sole, he wasn’t alone, not now at least, but if he opened up to them? Told his companion the way he feels and they didn’t reciprocate? That was another blow the sniper didn’t think he could take.

For the time being, he held it in. He had felt those familiar feelings festering within him when his companion had helped him take out Winlock and Barnes, when they stuck with him and saved his hide even knowing he couldn’t pay them anything for their help. And those very same emotions had redoubled in their efforts to make themselves known to Sole after they found the serum for Duncan. God, he could have kissed his partner then, as they held the key to his son’s survival in their hand, beaming as they gave it to him, as they placed it carefully in his trembling grasp; and he very nearly crashed his lips to theirs in sheer relief, thanks, and bliss, at the feeling of hope that they had gifted him. But the fear had stopped him. Instead, he had settled for a tight embrace as sheer emotion overcame him; if nothing else, the hug would have concealed his overwhelmed expression and the tears of relief and gratitude that had gathered at the corners of his eyes.

From there, it only became more difficult. MacCready didn’t even know what he was doing. This damn fear of his was keeping him from ever really confessing to Sole, but it definitely didn’t help with all of the embarrassment that comes with feelings like these. Stumbling over his words, feeling like he always needed to show off, catching himself just gazing at them for long bouts of time that he should’ve been doing almost anything else with. And the paying, the paying was the worst one. Putting down caps at the noodle stand, paying for the hotel room, adding Sole’s drinks to his tab at the Third Rail, ugh! He didn’t know when it started, or why, it certainly wasn’t something he’d ever done before. Sole was capable, they had caps, they were the one to pay him upfront in cash on the day they met, after all. So why did he feel the need to always pay for everything when he was with them?! Not only did it go against his every instinct, every action he had taken up to this point, but it also made Sole remarkably suspicious as to why he would do something so unlike himself just to benefit them, when they really didn't even need the help at all. MacCready would try to mumble out something about paying his debt to them for finding Duncan's cure, but hell, he'd already done that when he returned the caps they'd paid him with. Now he didn't know what the heck he was doing, or how he could possibly explain it.

The feelings were driving him mad, but never in a way that truly hurt him. He hated being so close to them all the time. Walking in step right behind them, without being able to say what was really on his mind, sleeping right beside them without being able to wrap his arms around them, fighting at their side, while being unable to properly celebrate their victory at the end, being unable to pull them in for a relieved embrace, and a tender kiss, letting them know how glad he was that they were okay. It tore him to pieces, but it couldn’t possibly hurt him more than them not returning his feelings, could it? If they left his side, MacCready wasn’t sure what he’d do. He'd be utterly alone, and that's the last thing he wanted. MacCready wanted them in his life, wanted them to be a part of his future. When he finally reunited with his son, he wanted Sole to be there to meet him. When he finally settled down to be the father Duncan deserves, he wanted his partner by his side, filling the void that Lucy left. If that’s what they wanted. But what if it isn’t?

MacCready awoke from his nightmare with a shout. He was shivering, his heart was pounding, and couldn’t seem to slow his breathing, no matter what he tried. Even as Sole put their hand on his arm, and asked him something softly. He hadn’t even heard them, the blood was still roaring in his ears, his vision was still blurred from his groggy confusion. He looked at them again. “Everything’s alright.” He heard his companion say, “You’re safe, MacCready.” He nodded to them, and, without realizing it, he slumped forward, into their arms, his head buried in the crook of their shoulder. As the memory of that same damn nightmare slowly faded from the forefront of his mind, as Lucy’s screams died out, as the glowing eyes of the dozens of ferals dissolved into the darkness behind his closed eyelids, MacCready heard a few words leave his lips unbidden. “I need to tell you something.”

Sole pulled away from his embrace, keeping a hand on either of his shoulders as they looked him in the eye, concern still prevalent in their expression. They nodded. “I can’t– I can’t lose you though,” He was almost choking on his own voice now, forced to deliver on the words he had just unwittingly uttered, “So, if you don’t like the sound of all this, then… Then just forget that I even said anything, alright?” Sole’s eyes narrowed at that, “Then why say anything? If you’re worried about what–”

“I have to.” MacCready cut in, his mind flashing back to the horrific memories that his nightmare had excavated, “I can’t risk… I just mean, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t tell you, before I lost the chance. You know what that’s like, right?” Sole nodded somberly, and he saw them swallow hard, but their eyes never left his.

“Okay, here goes… ah, ahem. Sole, I’m in love with you.” MacCready let out a breath, and Sole just blinked at him. Their bewilderment gave him a moment, and he took it, continuing with his confession. “I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, and I know, well, we’ve both lost people that we really care about but… Damn, where was I going with this? I really had a point, I mean, we have so much in common, and even though–”

“Robert, it’s okay.” They said gently, as their hands squeezed at his shoulders. “I think I know what you’re trying to say. We… We sort of… complete each other, don’t we?” The smile Sole gave him made MacCready’s entire body radiate with warmth, and he found himself returning their teary-eyed grin. “So, what you’re saying is…?” He raised his eyebrows at them as a deep crimson hue spread over their cheeks. They looked down at his chest, taking their lower lip between their teeth as they thought for a moment, but they raised their eyes to meet his gaze before finally saying, “I love you too.”

Maxson x F!Sole:

This obviously wasn't the Elder's first crush that he's ever had, but it did surprise him, nonetheless. When that initiate came trotting into his briefing at the last minute, wearing her skin-tight blue suit, and already wielding a modded laser rifle; his eyes had lingered on her longer than he would've liked, given the additional soldiers present at the meeting.

He tries to be discreet, after all; and he was convinced the feelings would pass, that they would slip out of his overworked mind seamlessly as he carried on with his duties as the Elder. That's right. The Elder. He had to remind himself each time he was in Sole's presence. He was Elder Maxson for Christ's sake. He couldn't allow himself to get swept up by these lighthearted, boyish feelings. Crushes were for children, for the squires and initiates. Not for him. He would tell himself time and time again.

It didn't seem to matter though, no matter what Maxson tried, his mind would somehow always come back to her. When he was nearly nodding off in his briefing with Proctor Quinlan, or staring blankly at an unsent message on his terminal, when he was finally blowing off steam in the training yard, trying to stay focused on his regimen, as she kept popping into his mind. Was he hoping she would be in the yard as well? Could the Elder find her training schedule and try to match it to his own so that he could steal a glance at her, or give her an eyeful of him in the midst of his strength training? He shouldn't, but he would find himself doing it anyway. Cursing himself all the while, as he thought about whether what he was doing would be obvious to her.

Maxson would try desperately to put an end to it. He would fight his urges to see her, to pay more attention to her progress and mission schedule than was due, and would mainly hash out his orders to her through Paladin Danse. It was for the best, he would say in his head, as his chest ached in response.

He was beyond pleased when Sole became a Knight. He allowed himself to congratulate her in person, with a word of praise and a hearty handshake, just like all the other knights. But his hand may have lingered a tad longer than the traditional Elder handshake, Maxson only hoped it was subtle enough.

That night, he was a wreck. It was the first time he had actually touched her. Sure, he'd seen her a great number of times, spoken to her often, and at close proximity, but to feel her hand in his, her strong but soft grip on him, her eyes catching his, staying locked in his gaze as she smiled warmly at him, he had held her hand too long, she should’ve pulled away, anyone else would have released his grip, right? But she had held on, even so much as tightening her grip in response to his, causing a distinct flutter in his gut. Am I reading too much into this?

Maxson would try to sort his feelings out himself, try to avoid the new Knight for a time, to avoid showing favoritism, to avoid embarrassing himself, to avoid giving himself any more ideas. She was a Knight, she was from before the war, she was 200 years older than him, and then some, he was raised in the Brotherhood, dedicated to the cause, married to his work; he always had been, and if that changed, the Brotherhood could suffer. It had happened before. The acting Elder becoming distracted, by lovers, by children, by friends, by grief, and the Brotherhood always seemed to pay for their neglect. He wouldn’t let it happen. Not this time. Not because of him.

Yet still… there was a small voice that he couldn’t seem to shut out. One that whispered in the back of his mind as he tossed and turned in his bed at night, or as he looked out over the Commonwealth as the sun rose over the horizon. I’m the last of the Maxson line, so, this sort of relationship, it’s… to be expected of me. He had always assumed that it would be obvious. That some exemplary Brotherhood born and bred woman would come along, that the process would be rather… emotionless. Two people doing their duty to work towards the best future possible for the faction they were loyal to. This though… This was messy. He didn’t want her so he could simply do his duty. He was scared of the way he wanted her. She had the capacity to be his distraction, he wanted her to be his distraction, hell, she already was distracting him from his duty. He couldn't allow it to get any more complicated, allow it to fester into something even more beyond his control.

Arthur rubbed his face with his hands, groaning all the while as he thought through his options. He went about it tactically, thinking through each possible result of every possible decision he could make. It was exhausting. This was precisely what he was trying to avoid, but it was clear to the Elder now; if he didn’t speak to her, these thoughts would continue their rampant assault on his consciousness, holding his ability to find rest hostage, forcing his Elder duties to the back of his mind, where he knew they didn’t belong. Maxson took a deep breath, and he called out to a squire. After issuing his order, he waited.

“You wanted to see me, Elder?” Arthur kept his back to her as Sole stepped into his quarters, swallowing his nerves as best he could. I’ve fought a deathclaw with nothing but a combat knife for Christ's sake. This shouldn’t be so damned difficult. He would struggle through his words, finally turning to face her as he heard her tone grow more uneasy with each ambiguous statement he uttered. Arthur could see it in Sole’s eyes, the way she feared that she was in trouble, the confusion as she thought through what her Elder could be so upset about. What could she have done to make him lose his words, to make his hands shake the way they were, to keep his gaze from fully meeting hers. In the end, he’d force the truth out between his clenched teeth. “There have been rumors of my… affinity towards you from those aboard this ship. They’ve been saying--”

“I know what they’ve been saying, sir.” She’d cut him off, her cheeks flooding with color.

“Yes, well…” He’d continue, “I want you to know that these utterings of theirs, well… They’re not completely unfounded, Knight.” Sole would blink at him for a moment or two, making sure that she’d deciphered his confession correctly before deciding to react.

“Sole, did you hear me?” She would nod, now even more baffled at the sound of her first name leaving the Brotherhood Elder’s lips. “Good. Do you… have an answer for me? As to your own… possible sentiments?” Before she even realized what she was doing, she would nod once again, and take a step towards him. She wouldn’t have to push in far, all it took was for her chest to be a few measly inches from his own, before he’d fix her with his intense, icy gaze; inquisitive, but hungry in the way they searched her for an answer before she could utter a word. But there was something else in them… apprehension? Surely not, Sole would think, knowing full well that her own nervousness must be as plain in her expression as her nose was upon her face.

“Knight?” The words were but a whisper to her, practically begging for an answer, an end to the wait Arthur had been idling in for months. “Yes, sorry.” She uttered, “I… well, sir, I also find myself with a certain sort of affinity for… for a certain Elder.” A ringing seemed to sound in Arthur’s ears at the sound of her confession, a lovely bell signaling the end of his torment, and the beginning of a new sort of challenge. One that required tact, and cunning, that demanded secrecy, but guaranteed that he’d have all that he’d been dreaming of from the moment the initiate had crashed through the doors to the command deck in that fist meeting all those months ago. He was glad she was so close to him in this instance, but he reached his arms out anyways, pulling her even closer, until her body was pressed flush against his. Their frantic hearts beat against each other as he stalled for a moment, looking into her eyes, seeing his own relief reflected back at him, before he pushed forward, in a fearless onslaught, in search of her lips. She met him halfway, of her own accord, and their union sent ripples of heat up his spine as Arthur let his lips melt to Sole’s. Her hands slid up over the expanse of his broad chest, and Arthur found himself stifling a sigh of pleasure as her fingers met and twined around the back of his neck, while his own hands sank to the dip of her waist, pulling her as close as possible, as he spilled his desire for her through each breath he pulled, each kneading movement against her, each grasp of his hands at her sides.

A long road of trials and tribulations awaited the pair, that Maxson knew, but he had faced hardship before. He’d been at war with impossible odds, fought his whole life for respect, for leadership, for his reputation, the Brotherhood’s, his family's; he’d fought for everything he had, and he would fight for this, for her, too.

Part 1 (Benny, Joshua Graham, and Hancock)

Part 2 (Arcade, Butch, Piper, Preston, & Veronica)

Part 3 (Arcade, Benny, Butch, and Danse with M!Lone/Six/Sole)

Part 4 (Danse, Deacon, and X6-88)

[nishaapologist]

THE WORK OF WOLVES - MASTERPOST

The new Overboss, in Nisha's mind, is too young to be as monstrous as she is; she looks like some young lamb, her flesh soft and tender under the harsh edge of a blade, and Nisha doesn't expect her to survive the cruelty of their world, bathed in blood and steel as it is. Yet, when she slaughters Colter with all the skill of an abattoir butcher, and smiles as brightly as a machete's glint in the light, it's clear there's more behind those big dark eyes than anyone could ever come to expect.

By their fruits shall ye know them, and all that.

Even hundreds of years after the bombs turned back the clock on what-once-was America, people still often underestimate the ambitions of dark-eyed little girls with a taste for poor behaviour. Andrea Jiménez intends to prove she’s the worst of them all.

A Fallout 4/Nuka-World DLC series about raiders getting everything they ever wanted, and maybe a little bit more. Featuring Nisha/f!Overboss, he/him lesbians, and a whole damn amusement park of queer people. It's going to be a great summer season of 2287.

FICS (full length):

The Work of Wolves (ongoing)

FICS (short length):

Welcome to Flavourtown

Kinktober 2022

ART:

Rottweiler Bandogge (your local Pack dog breeder)

A Quadruplet of Rotts

Andrea Jiménez Concepts

Nisha Concepts

There They Go, Kidnapping Baby Molerats Again

I'm Something of an Asshole

Nisha, Local Menace

Andrea, Nisha, Mason (1920x1080 wallpapers)

With Arms Like Those, Who Needs Knives?

Itty Bitty Overboss

The Work of Wolves, Cover Art

Nisha's Fat T*ts

S U C C (i'm sorry i draw memes sometimes)

so true best tits :)

Andy

Got Me Confused

i got worms :(

Andy Andy Andy

The Kill and Grill

Bite Bite

Tierney

+3 Charisma Drip

Thonkin' (i'm still drawing memes my bad)

Scalpel

The Work of Wolves, Cover Art V2

heehoo pupper :3

Cut Here

Lamb, She-Wolf, Overboss, Warlord

Batch of Andys

Valentine's 2022

Nisha's Haircut

Andy's Hangout

Local Twink

Open Jacket

👀

Arf

Andy + Alejo

do you see this shit alejo

Sorry Girls

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

cover them up, slut

Nukacade

Stupid Boy

Gender Envy

Nisha, Local Menace V2

Graffiti

Who Would Win?

Fun With Knives

The Jiménez Twins (2078 AU)

Itty Bitty Nisha

Lame-Ass Boyfriend

Cigars

Off The Leash

Nisha, Growing Up

Playing With Dolls

Bestial Warmonger

Nuka-Express

THE FOLLOWING IS PURE FICTION

negotiations

ART PART II:

60: Feeling Lucky? 61: Andrea Jiménez Concepts, Redrawn 62: Andrea, Nisha, Mason: Redrawn (1920 x 1080 wallpapers) 63: Andy, Getting Older 64: YOUR OVERBOSS NEEDS YOU! (Fallout Roleplaying) 65: Perfect Seat 66: F.B.I (Female Body Inspector)

MISC. STUFF:

The Work of Wolves tag

Cover art V1/V2

Andrea + Friends: Fallout Roleplaying stickers/emojis

TESTIMONIALS:

"I love these little murder gremlins. Your characterization remains spot on. Great job murph ily"

"Reading this makes me regret short-changing the disciples at every turn. But it's really nice to see the Commonwealth's resident murder queen unrestricted loathing. This is superb."

"got a VERY strong opening on andy's hot girl summer here i think id like to dip her low and kiss her so sweetly in the moonlight"

"ha, gay."

"They're gonna kiss while just covered in blood aren't they?"

"you can't catch me kinky thoughts!!! I am too fast!!!"

"This? THIS? Is the shit I've been looking, PRAYING, for, and oh boy, have I found it. JOLY.GOOD.SHOW."

[you can help add more testimonials by commenting on AO3!]

NOTES:

The Sole Survivor, aka Nate/Nora, does NOT show up in this series in any meaningful capacity. Also, pretty much every character unless implied/mentioned otherwise is queer, and the vast majority of the Pack are nonbinary because they tripped over and spilled all the gender juice. Whoops.

Given the nature of this content and subject matter, there are standing content warnings for explicit and bloody violence, drug use, alcohol abuse, mentions/scenes of murder/torture/suicide, sexual content (severity of which will be marked ahead of time), extremely bad language all the time, and people making bad decisions, intentionally, for profit. There are also tags and warnings for individual chapters on AO3.

Finally, this fic updates in batches because I am a chronic double-drafter, so there will be hiatuses between batches whilst I build a buffer! However, when chapters do go up, they will be (more or less) posted every Saturday at 4pm GMT (or 4pm BST if you're reading this between March and October), so look out for that!

If you like my fic or my art, why not leave some kudos, drop a comment, and reblog? It means the world to me! ♥️