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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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The dress

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Summary: you found a well preserved dress from the pre-war era and you just had to try it on

Warnings: smut (18+)

Notes: I got sidetracked by Gage's charm 😅

Gage loosely draped the towel around his waist and marched into the spacious chamber of the Fizztop Grille. Having spent an entire day of shooting through ghoul infested areas, crawling through the dirt and almost getting knocked out by the spinning carousel, you had the audacity to shove him aside to shower first. You might have been the Overboss, but he was the one to put you in that position and as he spent time with you, he grew soft on you but that would end now. He was determined to draw a clear line when it came to shower privileges.

"Now listen up bo-"

He stopped in his tracks, finger still lifted, his eyes glued to your form. You were standing by the window, your damp hair cascading down, gracefully running your hands along your curves as you spun around in that delightful teal blue tea swing dress you had stumbled upon earlier. The V neckline dipped just below your breasts, revealing just enough to set Gage's mind ablaze. He wanted to be mad but he remained rooted to the spot, as though struck by lightning, unable to move a single muscle apart from the stirring between his legs. He swallowed a moan that was forming in the back of his throat, unsure whether he wanted to run out of the room or kiss you right then and there. You finally turned around, your eyes meeting his and with a broad smile on your lips and you danced over to him.

"I think I gonna keep this one, it looks gorgeous. I haven't been able to wear anything like this since before the bombs dropped, it's a miracle this dress is in such a good condition after two centuries."

You hummed, spinning around but were abruptly stopped by Gage's hands holding your shoulders. For a short moment the air crackled with that sweet anticipation, both of you staring at each other. It was strange gazing into both of his hazel green eyes, hardened by the life he lead and yet holding an alluring beauty to them. Before you could utter a single word, his lips crashed onto yours, pouring all the love he tried to hide from you into this one passionate kiss. Breaking away first, he chuckled softly as he struggled to catch his breath. His calloused fingers tenderly brushed aside a stray strand of hair from your face before caressing your cheek.

"You're a real stunner, you know that?", he spoke in a gentle voice.

"And you're a big old softie", you hummend in response, earning a heartfelt laughter from Gage, "so what comes next?"

"Next?", a mischievous smirk formed on his lips, "the fun stuff."

His hand lifted up the hem of your dress while he placed his other hand between your thighs. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the lack of underwear.

"Naughty boss", he chuckled, dragging two fingers along your folds.

You moan shamelessly, running your fingers over his growing bulge underneath the towel.

"Seems your just as naughty", you smirked.

The sounds spilling from his lips as you kept caressing him are delicious, the sweetest melody played for your ears only. You gasped when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly as he kept thrusting them at a merciless pace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head tilting back, eyes shut tight, attempting to resist the approaching orgasm. Gage charmed his way into your heart the moment you set eyes on him. His gravelly voice, the irresistible grin and that big heart buried under the many layers of a hard life, it was impossible to not fall for him.

Gage found himself trapped in the same situation the moment you stepped into the Gauntlet. That untouched pre-war beauty combined with the toughness and sarcasm pierced right through his heart. He knew instantly that there was no return from the feelings that grew deep within him. He managed to hold on until today, the resistance he clung to became futile the moment he saw you in that damned dress.

"Porter", you moaned, your gaze meeting his, lips parted slightly.

He growled deeply when he felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came undone, drowning in the pleasure he gave you. You chuckled, panting heavily while your mind was still hazy from the orgasm that just waashed over you. Gage licked his fingers clean, humming content as your sweet taste filled his mouth.

"I...I should maybe return the favour", you murmured, reaching to remove the towel, but he stopped you.

"Nah boss, I'm damn fine with watching you like this for now", he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "ain't makin' promises for later though."

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Day Five: Marking

Synopsis: The new Overboss shows Gage how different he is from Colter.

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Porter Gage / Nate (Sole Survivor)

Warnings: Marking. Blow Job. Come Swallowing. Slight Ptsd.

“These left over from Colter?”

Nate’s intruding hand is quick to be swatted away from where it was hooked in the raider’s singlet. But Nate had seen every single old and fading bite mark and hickey covering Gage’s chest and collarbone. The singlet does shit to cover them up but Nate had wanted to see just how far down they went.

The Overboss raises a brow as he sits back on the couch, waiting for an answer. He lounges like a king, giving the raider an almost lazy look. Gage thought Colter was dangerous. A brute that had pure strength to back his threats. And while Nate is built like some soldier from the Brotherhood of Steel, it’s that certain look in his eye that he gets that has Gage watching just what he says. Like there’s some other motive always conniving in his head.

“Yeah, boss. But I don’t see why you’d care much about that,” Gage answers gruffly, moving off to pour himself a drink at the counter.

It had been a full week and a half since Colter was killed in his own little game. Yes, Gage had set the man up to replace him. But that was necessary. Colter was getting them nowhere. They needed someone like Nate to take them that extra step further. And the man had cleared out half of the park so far. The three gangs had their own little area in Nuka-World and it had satisfied them very much. There’s only two more parks to clear out and then they’re finished.

Then they can expand outwards. Back to the Commonwealth where they can grab a foot hold once again. Shank will help them get set up and help Nate further more. He’ll-

“Do you miss Colter?” Nate asks from the couch, snapping Gage from his thoughts.

He leans on his fist to look over the couch at Gage. He looks to the raider with a smirk playing at this lips, his brows raised. He’ll wait for answer until the raider gives him one. It was a bit unnerving at first but over the week and a half Gage had gotten use to it.

Gage turns his attention away though, having Nate in his blind spot. He pours himself a glass of shitty whiskey. He really wishes the caravans would bring better stuff. Commonwealth probably keeps it all to themselves. Maybe he can ask Shank to bring a special order his way.

“Nope. Not one bit, boss,” Gage answers into his glass. “Got rid of him for a reason, I’ve told you this.”

“Not going to get rid of me like that when you get bored?” Nate calls out, a joking tone to his voice.

He hears the man shuffle around on the couch. He should look his way. See what he’s doing but he instead down his whiskey in one go, hissing at the burn. He pours himself another.

Gage chuckles at that though. When he gets bored. He did get bored. And boredom is what had got Colter killed. Let’s just hope that Nate doesn’t get bored himself.

“No, boss. Colter was running this place in the ground. Got comfy here when the other gangs were about to go at each other’s throat. Did nothing ‘bout it. Why he had to go. You’ve done more than him in the short time you’ve been here than Colter did in the entire year he was here.”

It’s quiet for a moment. A little too quiet.

“How did he treat you?”

Nate’s smooth voice comes from right beside Gage this time round, causing the raider to jump up from where he sits with a loud exclaim of something on the verge of, “Fuck!”

The raider is quick to take a step back, looking to Nate with a wide eye. He’s more shocked than anything. Not by the notion that Nate had snuck up on him, but the notion that Nate would be worried for a man like himself. This man dressed head to toe in combat armour is a man that Gage can’t seem to understand on some days. And tonight is one of those times. He’s seen how kind the man can be. But there’s something darker under all that charm and smooth talk.

“You shouldn’t worry yourself about that too much, boss,” Gage insists. “It’s all in the past now.”

But Nate doesn’t let up. He raises a brow with slightly pursed lips. Something dark flickers over his feature before it’s quickly replaced with that charming smile that Gage has gotten so use to over the past week and so.  

“All I want to do,” Nate begins as he crosses the distance between them again, “is show you that I ain’t Colter.”

A finger hooks into Gage’s singlet again to bring it down, showing his bare and bruised chest. They’re all fading now, all yellow and green. But some are still purple, some still in the shape of bites. Colter wasn’t nice. But it made Gage feel wanted. Needed. Yes, he knows very well that he’s useful by himself. Can shoot and stab as good as anyone around here. But the sex is what had Gage keeping so close to Colter. And it was the sex that had Gage stabbing Colter in the back as well.

But despite this, he doesn’t push Nate’s touch away. He feels his face flush something bright on his tanned skin. Nate has shown him over and over that him and Colter are far from the same coin. So maybe it’s pure curiosity that he wants to see what Nate will do.

“And how would you do that, boss?” Gage asks with a raised brow, his voice low and gravelly.

The finger hooked in his singlet moves up to grab at his chin. Gage doesn’t move, his eyes fixated solely on the man before him. Letting the fingers on his chin tilt his head up to look up at the boss. Colter never did this. Wasn’t much for the romantics.

“I’m not good with words, but I can show you,” Nate smirks.

A shudder goes down Gage’s back, goosebumps rising on his skin. The raider can’t find words, his tongue feeling tied to the bottom of his mouth. So, he just nods instead.

Nate’s hand caresses the side of his face before gripping the back of his hair. He pulls back lightly to expose Gage’s neck and the raider panics for a split second, his eye staring wide at the flaking ceiling. He wants to reach out and grab Nate, but he holds his hands flailed out at his side, waiting for the boss to make a move. He could wring his neck and kick out his legs. He could headbutt him and break the bottle of whiskey to stab him in the neck. He could-

Warm, soft lips settle upon his jugular, causing the raider to flinch at such a gentle touch. Another hand wraps around Gage’s waist, pulling him close all as Nate gently sucks and kisses at his neck. It leaves the raider breathless, mouth open and slack type of way.

This is nothing like what Colter use to do. Colter use to bite like some rabid dog, making sure that he marked what was his. Making sure that everyone in the gangs knew who he belonged to. But he doesn’t think what Nate is doing will even leave the smallest of a mark for the morning to come.

Nate’s mouth ventures lower to his collarbone, littering his salty skin with kisses and light grazes of teeth. He keeps going lower, letting go of Gage’s hair so that the raider can watch what his boss is doing. He doesn’t know how to fully grasp this. He finds himself blinking wildly with his mouth agape. Nate being so gentle with him is almost enough for Gage to go insane. He doesn’t think he’s ever experienced this type of touch in his life. It’s all so foreign.

The boss keeps going until he’s on his knees in front of Gage, his fingers hooked into the raider’s belt. Gage lets out a shaky breath at the sight. The Overboss at his knees in front of him, kissing and mouthing at his hardening length behind his jeans. Gage can’t help the keen that comes from his throat, something deep and gruntle.

Nate looks up through his lashes, his deep blues shining with lust. “May I?” He asks, as if he even as to.

He’s the boss. He could do whatever he wants with Gage, and Gage would allow it. He’s let it happen more than a few times in his life. It keeps him alive and seeing the sun rise the next day. But Nate doesn’t. And Gage doesn’t know if it’s dangerous or stupid, yet he’s falling for it all the same.

With a shaky exhale, he manages out a quiet, “Yeah, boss.”

With calloused fingers, Nate unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans in one swift motion. Gage’s half hard dick is only but a hair’s breath away from Nate’s mouth, the anticipation of such a lustful act hanging dangerously in the air.

Nate wraps a hand around his length and Gage can’t help the small hic in his breathing. But the boss doesn’t stroke Gage or wrap his mouth around the head of his cock, no. Instead, his warm mouth latches onto the inside of Gage’s thigh to suck at the soft skin. And this time, Nate sucks hard enough to leave his mark.

Gage groans deep in his throat, his hand instinctively resting on Nate’s head. He doesn’t want to grab, doesn’t want to overstep.

When Nate pulls away he grins at his work, rubbing a thumb over the fresh purple mark. Then he does the same a little closer to Gage’s dick, his skin much more sensitive the closer he gets. The raider’s heart beats loudly in his chest, his breathing shaky and uneven.

Nate marks Gage where no one can see it. Making sure that he evens out the raider’s other thigh with multiple marks before moving back to the other. All while he manoeuvres Gage’s hard cock so he can get as close as he can without touching him. He looks upon his work with a smirk, rubbing a thumb over his most recent one. He looks up to Gage who stares down with a hazy expression. He leans heavily against the counter behind him with a shaky hand, the other still nestled in Nate’s hair.

“Much better than the shit Colter did, hey?” Nate asks, looking for some approval at his handy work.

Gage finds himself nodding a little too hastily. “Yeah, boss. Much better,” he breathes out, his words sounding a million miles from here.

Nate chuckles, something that comes from deep within his chest. The boss doesn’t waste any more time now. He takes the head of Gage’s cock into his mouth and swirls his tongue over the tip. Gage groans, the hand on Nate’s head now gripping into his dark hair. Before the raider can let go, Nate hums in approval, only taking more of Gage into his mouth.

“Boss,” Gage groans out through his teeth.

He doesn’t think he’s going to be able to last much longer. The coil of pleasure constricts within his gut, making his legs and knees weak where he stands. He can’t get his breathing under control and the noises that slip past his lips seem to only to urging Nate on. He squeezes Gage’s thighs firmly as he bottoms out, his nose hitting the dark curls of pubic hair before he pulls off of his cock. He licks the underside of his cock, lapping at the precum before bottoming out again. Gage can feel his dick hit the back of the boss’s throat and it pushes a pure, horny moan from his mouth.

“Boss, I-“ Gage tries to hold on, not wanting to let go.

But Nate hums again, looking up at Gage with lustful eyes. The sight alone has the raider coming undone. His orgasm hits him like a train, nerves shooting through him like electricity as he comes down the boss’s throat. He holds Nate where he is, fingers gripping tightly into his dark hair. And Nate takes every last drop.

When Gage finally lets go, Nate coughs and splutters as he leans on the back of his heels. He covers his mouth, trying to be modest. Gage tries to collect himself the best he can, but he finds himself having to lean fully against the counter behind him for extra support.

When he looks over to the boss, he wears a smug grin on his flushed face. “Better than Colter?” He asks.

And Gage can’t help but chuckle heartedly at that. Was it jealously that drove the boss to do so? He doesn’t think he’ll ever know. But there’s one thing he can say for sure about the boss.

With a scoff, he breathes out, “You’re an odd one at that, boss. But a good type of odd.”

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Chapter 8 is out!

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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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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Call of Duty

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Just Ignore Them

—> Character(s): Brea, Mark, The Sheriff.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Lucas Baker, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞Subnautica

—> Character(s): AL-AN.

✞The Quarry

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✞Tomb Raider

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write characters under 18

Non Con, Rape, under age

Abuse

Will write:

Smut/nsfw

Gore

Pretty much anything that isn't in the will not write.

Character inserts

Ships( they are down below that characters)

Stranger things

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Steve harrington

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Henry/001

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Resident evil games

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Leon Kennedy

Wesker

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LADY D

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Joshua Graham

Vulpes inculta

Nick valentine

John Hancock

Danse

Porter gage

Skyrim

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Followers in game

Miraak

Serena

Thalmor agents ancano and such

Daedric princes

Dark borhterhood members

Thieves guild members

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Dwyane

Marko

Paul

David

Dragon Age Origins, 2, Inquisition

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Dorian is (male on insert)

Sera is (fem only insert)

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author’s note; so uh this is the filthy gage smut I wrote. I feel like this should be said, my personal gage headcanon is that he’s a submissive little shit for the overboss but I wanted to try something different here. hope it’s bearable <3 OH and for the love of god please if any of the warnings or kinks listed make you uncomfortable, DO NOT READ!

pairing; Gage/female Sole Survivor

warnings: 18+, nsfw, explicit sexual content, explicit language

kinks: rough sex, spanking, impact play, blowjob, cunnilingus, choking, size kink, orgasm denial, subtle brat kink

word count; 3481

tldr; Gage punishes the Overboss because she sets a work pace she can no longer stand, making her look incompetent to her followers and him

...

Tired. After two weeks of pleasing everyone but herself, Sole was just tired. Five captured parks and a gang massacre later, she finds herself quickly growing irritated with the many requests and complaints thrown her way. Shank wanted to expand into the Commonwealth, Mason wanted more territory, and Mags wanted Sole to fulfill her promise of swimming in caps. Too soon though, she thought. As the woman brought the liquor to her lips, she looked over the dingy glass from her fortress above. The Disciples had betrayed her after receiving one less park than everyone else and that bitter feeling ended with their demise at Sole's hand. She was not a woman to be messed with, sure, however she wasn't the most pleasurable to be around in the first place.

Gage had noticed this within the two weeks of traveling at her side, or more of traveling from behind. Her pace was always too quick for him and he figured that the view was better from behind as he watched her back anyway. Even then, conversation between them was always flat. She was rude, assuming she was better than them all because she wasn't born a raider or stolen into the life of one. She had chosen her position of power and at first basked in all of its glory. Though now, Gage could see she was faltering. The pressure was all too much perhaps. He watched from behind the counter in Fizztop Grille as she peered over the ledge of the high rise building, on her now third glass of whiskey.

He understood needing to wind down, especially after her accomplishments that not even Colter could have done so quickly. Although, she messed up by setting that pace for herself. Capturing the parks all at once and defeating the Disciples as they were happened within her first week as Overboss. Now, onto week two, she hadn't done a thing to improve their standard of living. The raiders were growing restless, irritated that she had given them all a taste of the good life and as quick as she did, she took it away. Gage didn't want to see Colter in her, no, he had high hopes for her. She would just have to remember what that desire to have more felt like. Or maybe she needed to be taught a lesson. A feeling they all felt too familiar with that she would soon learn; To be right on the edge and suddenly no give.

"That's enough of that." Gage sauntered towards her and ripped the glass from her hands before she could take the last sip. Before she even opens her mouth to argue, he chucks back the little taste of liquor for himself and turns to her with a dark gaze. "It's 'bout time we had a talk, Boss."

"What, ready to get rid of me like the other? I appreciate the warning in advance, Gage. It's unlike you."

He doesn't utter a word as he turns his back to her and makes his way towards the blue double-doors. Gage slams the empty glass on the counter before taking both knobs in his hands and swinging the doors wide open as her invitation to follow him. Promptly, she lands in his trap. Believing she had all the power in her position now, she closed the doors behind herself and approached Gage with a sly grin.

"What is it you want to talk about?" She questions, her voice as smooth as the liquor she was sipping before, quite possibly the reason she had so much courage approaching him at this stance.

At his silence, she reaches a hand to his tense shoulder and her cold touch meets his hot skin. A sound seeming like a growl escapes his lips as he turns to face her, grabbing her hand in one of his own much larger, squeezing her fingertips tight enough to make her gasp. She assumed she read him wrong, this wasn't what he wanted. She had no right to touch him. But, that wasn't the case at all.

"Yer gonna learn real quick whose really in charge up here." Gage says to her, releasing her pulsing hand from his grasp. "Act all big n' bad 'cos you're the boss. Well, you jus' gotta remember who got ya here in the first place."

She accepts his words as a challenge and crosses her arms over her chest in simple defiance. With a roll of her eyes she responds lazily to him, "Doesn't matter how I got here, or who got me here. Fact of the matter is, I'm here and I am the boss. You will treat me as such."

"Ya got one thing right outta all that, and it's that I'll treat you as what you are. But you ain't no boss, no. Yer a damn brat. Spoiled, need'a be taught a lesson." As he speaks lowly to her, he inches her towards the wall until her back is flushed against it and she can't help but to look up at him.

His hand trails from her gracious hip up the inward curve of her waist, moving much slower up the rump of her breast until his fingers move cooly against her collarbone. She swallows thickly as his thumb presses against her bottom lip and forces her to part her lips slightly. With one final motion, his grip situates on her throat, giving an experimental squeeze. A doe-eyed expression casts over her face as she merely just accepts the torment, gasping lightly to the notion.

"Doesn't take much to get you to listen now, huh?" Gage chuckled. He lifts his other hand and presses the backs of his knuckles against her smooth features, trailing down her cheek. "Damn perfect..." He mutters, mostly to himself.

With a disheveled grunt, he takes the zipper of her recon suit and drags it down to expose more of her near-perfect skin to him. The zipper reaches its end just below her belly button and a deep blush overtakes her face now. "Don't get shy on me now, doll. You were all fired up jus' a minute ago. Where's that fight now?" He challenged her, wanting a good tussle out of the boss before he claimed her body.

As if reading his mind, she pushed herself out of his grasp. For a second she remembers who she is, that she was in charge and could rightfully put him to his knees. Part of her didn't want that, despite her fight. That part of her longed to be put in a place she knew she didn't belong, but for the time being could settle with. Lessening her energy, she gave a weaker fight against him, and he could definitely sense the shift in her body language as she was giving into him. He hooks one arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest, holding her in place while his free hand reaches up and takes a tight hold of her jaw, forcing her gaze onto him.

"I don't think you'll be gettin' far, baby." He teases, a prominent grin appearing upon his rough features.

Gage carries her to the full size bed in the room, laying her stomach over the edge of it and positioning her knees on the ground below her. He took in the sight of her clothed ass, tight in her recon suit, in full view for him because of the position she was in. The curve of her body was perfect, everything he wanted to tame since the moment she waltzed right into his life looking like an angel of death. And here she was, laid out so perfectly for him and only him and giving so easily. In a swift movement, he brings his palm down on her rump and leaves a stinging sensation in his own hand. She whimpers timidly and begins to squirm in her position. Gage eases her back into it by rubbing the base of her sting in calm, soothing circles for a moment before striking her again, this time softer than before. At her gentle moan he takes the sign to continue on his antics and reaches for the shoulders of her unzipped recon suit, shrugging them off of her and pulling until it was completely down to her ankles. Sole takes it upon herself to kick off her boots and allow him to tear off the suit the rest of the way, leaving her in just her undergarments.

By the way she rubbed her thighs together, Gage could tell she was getting riled up and it most certainly pleased him to know that fact. He nudges his booted foot in between her thighs and forces them apart much to her dismay. She thought to disobey his actions and go with her own, simply testing the waters once he removed his foot from the gap. She pressed her thighs together tightly once more before a loud smack was heard in the room and her ass stung as much as the first time.

"Ya think bein' bad is gonna get ya anywhere?" He taunts, "Mm, I thought you'd learn yer lesson. Seems I gotta demonstrate it more."

She could hear him now removing his belt, snapping the leather behind her. Sole turned her head slightly and peered over her shoulder, seeing his dark lust-filled eyes boring right into hers. The warm leather of the belt lays flush against her curve and she closes her eyes as he draws it back, preparing for its impact. It snaps against her left cheek, causing a loud whimper and her balling her fists into the sheets of the bed. Gage only stops for a moment to make sure she's alright, only judging by the way she raises her ass weakly as his sign to continue. He snaps the belt against her right cheek this time and tears prick the corners of her eyes. With a final lash against her entire bottom, he ceases the torment. Gage admires the work he made on her skin, the red streaks and handprints now very prominent against her pigment.

"Ya alright?" He asks softly, checking in at her silence. With her face pressed into the sheets, she nods weakly.

Gage reaches to the nape of her neck and pulls her off of the bed, still keeping her grounded on her knees. He positions her face in front of his clothed crotch and her eyes go wide at the large tent in his pants. His boots are quickly kicked off as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, taking them down his thick legs along with his boxers in one quick pull. His erection springs to life against his abdomen and she eyes up at him intently. A look of refusal, but luckily he was up for a challenge. Taking her locks in his grip, he turns her face up to him. He bends down at the same time and captures her lips to his, sneaking his tongue in without much defiance from her. His free hand moves inside of her bra and gives her soft breast a squeeze until his trigger finger met his thumb at her pointed nipple. He pinched the bud, causing her to moan into the kiss. Quickly as that, he drew back and left a saliva trail between the two.

"Open your mouth," he says, his tone somewhat wavering but she paid no mind as she obliged his words. She stuck out her tongue as her lips parted, allowing him to guide his length to her mouth. "Atta girl..." He mumbles quietly as she takes the head in generously, closing her eyes as he urges deeper within her mouth.

He moans deeply at the feeling of her tongue massaging the underside of his cock as she works more in. As he watches her with clouded eyes, he wants nothing more than to grab a fistful of her hair and drive into her, but he holds back and allows her this reward of easing at her own pace. Gage throws his head back in pleasure while her soft hands take a hold of him, one by the shaft pumping where her mouth doesn't fit and the other rhythmically kneading his sack. "Fuck, baby..." He moans out, tightening his grip in her locks. "Keep that up an' I'll be cummin'."

Sole attempts to take in more of him, his thick member serving a difficult challenge to her as she stretched her lips around him. She gags reluctantly and closes her eyes as tears brimmed her lids. A soft hum eases her more into him and sends vibrations through him pleasurably. His deep sounds of pleasure edge her on, forcing more of him down her throat and she chokes on his large member once again. The tightly balled fists in her hair hold her in place despite her diffident gagging. His warning had not been false. She opens her eyes and looks up at him while batting her eyelashes, attempting once more to take in more of him that she can manage. A choking sound and more tears pricking her eyes urges him to hold her head steady. He groans out as he releases a steady load into her mouth. She whimpers around him, lightheaded as he removes her by a tug of her hair. One quick gulp and she swallows what he left for her. He brings a finger to her chin where some of which she could not managed spilled out. One finger trailed from her chin in between her lips, where he looked into her eyes as she sucked generously on his finger.

"What a damn prize you are." He tells her, chuckling a bit as her eyes light up. "You know it too, don't you?"

"Of course." Her confidence had come back quicker than he thought it would after having her on her knees to him for so long, but he admired that about her.

"Heh... well, you've managed to be a good girl this far. I'd say you earned a treat, wouldn't you?" He licks his lips fondly, already imaging what her sweet taste would be like on his lips. She nods eagerly and takes her bottom lip between her lips. "Get up on tha' bed. And take that damn underwear off."

She obeys his commands, stripping herself of her bra and panties in an instant. He admired her bare figure as she assumed a position on the bed. Not being told which one she would be put in, she decided to get to her hands and knees which surprised him most. Gage rips off his own tank top, the last garment left that he had been wearing, and moves himself underneath her legs much to her own surprise. She pulls herself back and moves her sex closer to his face, a gentle moan escaping her lips as he presses a flat tongue against her folds and licks his way up. His hands find her hips and urge her closer as she was hesitant to sit on his face. He pulls her full form flush against him as his tongue dives into her. She gently rolls her hips against him and closes her eyes as she sinks into the pleasing friction between her legs. Her moans are suppressed until his thumb comes around to rub lazy circles on her swollen clit, making her jerk against him.

He opens his eyes to look up at her angelic expression, experiencing pure bliss from beneath. He removes his thumb and instead licks up her folds until his lips meet the bud, giving a testing gentle bite and feeling her squirm against him. He chuckles and sucks harshly, now moving his fingers to her opening. Using her own wetness to lubricate two digits, he inserts them easily. She shudders and moves a hand to his head, urging him closer and closer to her. He continues pumping his fingers in and out of her, scissoring them open as to stretch her in preparation for him. Another digit is inserted in her sex and the three work to stretch her perfectly. He gives them a curl once hitting a spot that made her gasp tightly. Her moans become more spastic as her legs tremble, her core tightening and she can feel sweet relief coming. Just as the feeling was so close, he ceases all movement and rolls her onto her back.

"Fuck!" She cusses aloud, angry at the conniving bastard between her legs. He only chuckled at her sweet misery and licked his lips teasingly, tasting her heavenly juices.

"In case ya forgot, this is a lesson, doll. Sure, ya got some form of'a treat. Ain't what you had in mind, huh?"

"Fuck you." Her breath was heavy and she ignored his eyes boring into her, then suddenly shifting to her heaving chest.

Gage mounts her without another word, attaching his mouth to her left nipple and kneading the right one between his fingers. He purposely grounded his erect form against her aching folds wanting to hear her beg for him. Ignoring all physical begging, grinding against him and grunting softly, he looked up to meet her eye and winked. He continued working her breasts, switching his mouth to the other and paying no mind to where to needed him most in that moment until he finally heard her sweet voice.

"Please! Gage, I need you. Fuck, I really need you." Her voice was breaking and desperate for him, but she didn't care. She yearned for that sweet relief only he could give her. He removed his mouth from her breast and moved so his face hovered over her own contorted one.

"Say it again." He demanded of her, moving his hand between her breasts until he had ahold of her neck in his grasp. Giving a gentle squeeze, he waited to hear her once more.

"I need you, Gage! Please!" She didn't care who heard her, loud as she was. And him, well he wanted everyone to hear her. To hear what he was doing to their big bad Overboss, making her plead for her own release at his expense. It was a sweet melody to his ears and a great image on his mind as he pictured raiders hearing them from below, even in the confinements of their personal bedroom.

He lined himself with her sex and pushed in slowly, allowing her to adjust to his length before diving in further. A deep moan fell passed his own lips as her soft, warm depths swallowed him complete to the hilt. Pulling out halfway, he experimentally thrusted back in much harder than the very first adjustment. She squeezed him bountifully and threw her head back in pleasure, giving the most exposure to her neck. Gage tightened his grip on her neck and leaned down to attach marked kisses to her collar. Enjoying the reaction she gave him, he pulled out entirely and thrusted back in his full length, enticing a loud mix between a gasp and moan from her. He continued this notion until he found a liking pace that had them both panting and seeking release. Removing his hand from her neck, he planted a fist into the sheets beside her head and held himself above her while his other hand reached between them and found her clit quickly. She bucked against him as he rubbed her furiously and urged her towards the orgasm she longed for. Her arms wrapped around his muscular frame and dug her nails into his back as he drilled relentlessly into her.

"I'm gonna–" she began, but he hushed her with his lips to hers. She mewled into the kiss as the intense pleasure overcame her.

He grunted and pulled out of her, releasing onto her stomach and thighs. She would have scolded him for being so messy if she weren't so exhausted, leaning her head back into the mattress and feeling as if it were swallowing her whole as she attempted to catch her breath and return to the world, coming down from her wondrous high. Gage sighed deeply and flipped beside her, wrapping a muscular arm around her frame and pulling her in as he kissed her temple. She tried to stifle a giggle, but it surpassed her lips anyway. He looked at her quizzingly, exhaustion written over his features.

"What?" He muttered as his eyes closed.

"I just never would've taken you as a cuddler is all." She told him, gleaming as she snuggled further into his grip.

"Only for you, boss."

And there it was. Even if she were to submit herself to him like this every night, he still respected her position above him... even if it made for good bedroom talk against her. Sole smiled content in his arms and the two drifted off soundly together.

[joelthedinosaur]

Nuka Queen: Gage x Fem SS Smut

This is my first try at Fallout 4 fics whoops. I love Gage so fkn much so enjoy this filth!

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sex, language

Word Count: 3,534

Gage had Sole pinned against one of the glass windows overlooking Nuka World. They had only recently revealed their true feelings for one another, and had hastily returned to Fizztop after a recent outing to further explore those feelings.

Sole was breathless as Gage trailed rough kisses up and down her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin and she shivered as his tongue traced her jawline. She had her hands knotted in his shirt as she helplessly arched her back and pressed against him, exposing more skin underneath the tattered road leathers she wore.

"Mmm, boss, you have no idea how long I've been waitin' for this shit". Gage had already rid himself of his armor and held his Overboss against the window in his thin tank top and frayed pants. The muscles in his arms and back flexed as he held her effortlessly off the ground, the weight of his hips keeping her secured to the glass. He kept his gaze steady, using his good eye to drink in her flushed skin, her tousled hair. The way her eyes fluttered at his touch and how her lips parted softly to gasp his name.

Sole had never known someone so rough, so callous yet surprisingly controlled in the bedroom. She had seen Gage kill men with his bare hands - the same hands that now caressed and squeezed her body as they kissed. Gage was strong for a Raider despite being lean. He was powerful, and he wanted desperately to show off all his strength for his Overboss.

"Betcha them Commonwealth boys ain't got nothin' on this ol' Raider, huh, Boss?" Gage growled the words in her ear, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Bet they think yer jus' some kind of princess". Gage smiled wryly as he pulled off Sole's shirt to reveal the soft, milky skin underneath. The tops of her breasts were exposed, untouched by the grimy fabric of her bra, and Gage wasted no time peeling it off her. He hitched Sole higher up the glass, propping a knee up between her thighs to steady his Raider Queen.

Sole shuddered and gasped as Gage kissed down her chest. His mouth was eager and soft, but he liked to bite. Sole squirmed and moaned as Gage left bite marks on her breasts and neck. His fingers pressed firmly into her skin as she wiggled. Gage's cock twitched as she squirmed beneath his weight. He removed the rest of Sole's clothes, and hastily undid his pants.

Looking into the Overboss's eyes for permission beforehand, he slid his cock inside her and growled. "Fuck," he groaned. "You deserve to be worshipped, Boss." His breathing picked up and his chest heaved as he quickened the thrusting of his hips. "You are the best fuckin' thing to ever happen to this park. I have waited so long for you, Boss".

"You deserve every fuckin' thing those worthless raiders down there can haul back." As Gage continued to pound inside her, his voice rose and his jaw clenched. Sole could only hold onto his shoulders for support as he drilled inside her. She could barely handle the feeling building inside of her. "They're lucky I let them live jus' for breathin' the same air".

"I would kill every living thing in this goddamn park with my bare hands if that's what you wanted". His words were loud enough now that Sole was sure the raiders down below could hear them as Gage fucked her harder.

"Fuck, boss. Yer a Queen. The fuckin' queen of Nuka World. You're mine." Gage groaned and kissed Sole long and hard as he came inside her. He smoothed her hair off her forehead and looked deeply into her eyes. This was as good as it was gonna get. This was better than any amount of caps in the world.

[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.

[its-the-sole-survivor]

I need a name for my Gage fanfic... it's like super smutty. But with a plot. I can't post a Fanfic without a name!

..help?

[moggydame8]

I just now found out how old Maccready was...

Yeahhhhhhhh, after like the 400th time playing FO4 I finally realized MacCready is 22 when you meet him in 2287.... He was born in 2265, was 12 years old in 2277 when you meet him in Little Lamplight and so when Sole wakes up in 2287 he's 22. Boom. There you have it. My mind was blown. So with that being said, how old do you think the other companions are? Give me your opinions down below, I'd love to hear em' 👍😊

[starlightwrites]

Another Life Update!

That was grim. She could practically hear Nate.

Now dear, when you joke like that, I get worried you mean it.

What if she did mean it?

You shouldn’t say things like that.

And why not?

You just shouldn’t.

               Well. No one to stop her now, huh? S

Hey all! Did you ask for angst and self-loathing? Cuuuuuuuuuuz that’s what we’ve got lol. Don’t worry! The story will perk up soon. Find it here!

[portergage]

[DON’T MIX NUKA WITH STEEL]

A Fallout 4 fanfiction.

Pairing: Arthur Maxson/Male Sole Survivor (Overboss)

Rating: E

Summary: 

Two years ago, the sole survivor of Vault 111 tried his luck into the Gauntlet. After months of learning into the Wasteland, his experience and the precious help of Porter Gage led him to victory against Colter. The year is 2289. Nate is the powerful Overboss of Nuka World. But as his kingdom keeps growing into the Commonwealth, attacks from the Brotherhood of Steel increased. But why fighting each other, while a bigger threat grows below their feet? A story in which Nate and Elder Maxson must put aside their small quarrel in order to destroy the Institute.

Additional tags: 

Porter Gage; Paladin Danse;  Mags Black; Brotherhood of Steel Character(s); Addictions (alcoholism); Slow Burn; Angst; Banter; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; Nuka-World; Raiders; The Institute; Nate and Nora weren't a couple and Nate isn't Shaun's dad; this WON'T be any kind of toxic relationship; exploring Maxson's backstory and inner thoughts a lot; smut; flirting; Nate will make you laugh; or you'll want to slap him; probably both

[hancocksbestgirl]

The Bear and The Raider

This is the newest addition to "The Raider and the Bear", the totality of which can be found here.

Summary: The day after the final chapter of the Raider and the Bear, the new Overboss is left to reckon with the choices she's made.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con (brief implication, not described in detail)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Word Count: 7k Relationships: Porter Gage/Female Sole Survivor, Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss, Porter Gage/Original Female Character(s), Porter Gage & Mason (Fallout 4), Mason & Female Sole Survivor, Mason & Female Nuka-World Overboss, Mason & Original Female Character

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

Additional Tags and Warnings Under the Cut

Additional Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate History, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Raiders (Fallout), Nuka-World Amusement Park (Fallout), Game: Fallout 4: Nuka-World DLC, Morally Ambiguous Character, Original Character(s), Coworkers to Lovers, Love Confessions, Service Kink, Submission, Non-Sexual Submission, Service Submission, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Abuse, Permanent Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Sex, Awkwardness, Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Bathtub Sex, Snowballing

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The Overboss shed the webs of sleep, shivering slightly in the rainy afternoon air.

In response, the hand that had been gently curled against the middle of her back pulled her in tighter, spread itself flat across her shoulder blades. Seconds later, the sheet around her bicep was pulled up higher, the edge of it brushing her left cheek.

In her sleep, she had curled her fingers in front of her lower face - a habit from childhood that had only made more sense as her life wore on - and she removed her hand now, blinking in the dim light of the room, getting her bearings.

She raised her right cheek from a hairy, but firm pectoral muscle that it had lain against, and looked around.

Gage, often a step ahead of her, always doing his grubby Raider version of rolling out the red carpet, was already awake. He was staring down at her, squinting his useless right eye closed. The other eye, the one she could see, was a dusty, muted hazel. A pretty but unassuming blend of brown and green.

“Good mornin’ Boss,” the low greeting rumbled through his ribcage and into hers as he spoke.

At the sound, her body responded more aggressively than she had ever imagined it would prior to last night. Her sore thighs began to twitch and the most interior muscles in her torso clenched, hard.

It made sense, since his performance the previous night had been nothing short of spectacular. 

What he lacked in finesse, Gage had made up for in sheer enthusiasm, picking her up, turning her this way and that; seeming almost totally focused on what would feel good for her.

Gage had been able to maintain two separate erections, which wasn’t bad at all for a man at their age, who'd lived as hard as he had. He’d used both very well in conjunction with his mouth, hands, and at one very memorable moment - his muscular thigh.

The Overboss pressed her mouth closed at the memory, stilling herself as best she could, straining her facial muscles against the tension of the scars that trailed across her lips. Despite her efforts, need was starting to throb from the centre of her: up to her neck, down through her legs.

While she’d been considering the previous evening, Gage had pressed his own mouth into a thin line, mirroring hers. His one open eye searched her face for something. She could feel him tensing the longer she remained silent.

He was at least a little afraid of her, even now.

How odd.

How intoxicating.

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