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.
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.
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.
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.
the overboss from the raider and the bear is NOT my canon oc, Elle Douglas.
they have a lot in common, because i love to obsessively explore the same themes over and over again (sorry lads) but the overboss in TRTB is sort of like if Elle Douglas both had it much harder, and reacted to it by becoming Way Worse(tm)
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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As it turned out, the Overboss very much liked her gift.
Gage, who’d kept the small, clean blade in his pocket every day until the Overboss had been ready for his company again; probably would have missed the sparkling little treasure himself, if she hadn’t been quite so pleased with it.
“A knife?” The Overboss asked, turning the sharp little blade over in her fingertips. “Snipers don’t normally use knives,” she observed.
Gage braced for the feeling of stupidity, the moment where she’d say the cutting thing and leave him (metaphorically) for dead on her living room floor. Trying to get out in front of it, he explained his thought process: “With the wrist strap, I thought you could bring it into places that are more, uh, intimate.”
“Like the bedroom?”
Her voice was quiet as ever, but there was something in it. Or, he thought there may have been.
Was she teasing him?
Gage forced a chuckle and pushed past the idea. “More like, meeting with Hancock in Goodneighbor. You know, where Big Red makes you check your guns at the door.”
The bearhead was nodding as the Overboss looked down at the knife from within it.
“It’s pretty,” she told him, soft-voiced.
Gage found himself blinking as though he’d just been lightly slapped.
Was that a compliment he’d just been given?
The Overboss hadn’t donned her coat yet, but she still wore the full-length black fatigues that were normally under it. Setting the knife on the counter in front of her, she pushed up her left sleeve and held her alabaster forearm out to him.
“Put it on me,” she ordered.
Willing his hands not to shake, Gage reached for the knife with his grimy paw, removing it from the holder so that he could tie the latter piece on without the extra weight of the weapon.
As he reached for her with the empty carrier, the contrast between his tanned, permanently greasy skin, and her muscular but sparkling clean arm - it made him nauseated. His stomach turned over, rolling in the sick-with-lust feeling he'd recently become so familiar with, and he swallowed hard.
Still, he managed to put the thing on her. Proud of himself for only encountering a modicum of trouble, he wrapped the leather straps of the small sheath around her arm, tightening them until the skin underneath indented slightly.
“Is that okay?” He didn’t mean to whisper, but that seemed to be all his voice could do.
“It feels good,” she replied simply.
Swallowing harder still, Gage bit the inside of his cheek. He’d been aching to hear those words in a different context, but he’d take them where he could get them.
Gripping the narrow sheath between two of his fingers he gave it a slight tug. Finding it to be sitting nicely on her forearm, he added one final touch: a brush of his pinkie and ring finger against the soft skin on her inner arm.
As he removed his hand (ready to feign ignorance if she questioned him), she regarded him with goggled eyes and the bearhead cocked at a slight angle.
Surprising him by saying nothing, she reached across the counter for the knife, and slid it home within the sheath.
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After losing control and finally admitting to himself that he has growing feelings for his new Overboss, Porter Gage is struggling to restore the professional balance of their relationship - mostly so he doesn't destroy everything he's built for himself so far.
But as they continue to work together, he can't quite seem to forget how badly he wants her.
NOTE: The tags on this fic have recently changed!!! There were some things I missed tagging on chapter one that apply to the work as a whole. Those have been updated there AND added here. Please reread the tags under the cut to be certain that the work is still in keeping with the type of thing you want to be reading!
Updated Tags and Warnings:
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 Brotherhood of Steel had gotten in the way of one of the Operators various little schemes.
The broad strokes of these things were always the same: the Operators had happened upon some good loot, caps, guns, whatever… and then someone, the Minutemen, the Brotherhood of Steel, Diamond City Security, went and fucked it up for them. The Operators would send a runner with the bad news, and then Mags Black would come slinking out of the shadows of The Parlor, requesting help from the Overboss.
Gage was tired of the whole thing, perhaps more so than usual. He believed the gangs needed to keep control of as much loot as they could, but the Operators were wearing him out with their constant requests for backup.
After the cart had hit him, as expected, his hip had exploded in a riot of colorful bruising. First it turned a deep greenish black, which had eventually given way to a purple and red sunset, which had eventually lightened to green and yellow fields of pain. It had swollen, keeping him off his feet for a few days, then receded, allowing him to walk once more.
The Overboss had been nice enough about it, by her standards anyway. She hadn’t said much, only asking after it once when he’d emerged from his forced rest, but she had allowed him to while away a few days in his backroom without any harsh comments whatsoever.
The morning after the incident with her underwear, battling his own stiffening hip, Gage had limped to the sink to guiltily wash them, then hung them up in his room to dry. He’d only returned them to the clothes basket once he was back on his feet, though.
So while they dried, he’d been laid up on his stomach with a pillow under his pelvis. Staring at them.
He just couldn’t help but spare glance after glance at the now-clean underwear hanging from the corner of a box as he rested. He’d been distinctly aware of being in two types of pain: each time he looked at the panties, his heart would constrict in his chest as he remembered what he’d done, and his aching hip would tense in reply.
The break from the Overboss, paging through a few crumpled issues of Guns and Bullets but not really reading the words, had otherwise done him some good. By the time the bruise calmed, the panties were returned, and he was comfortable walking long distances once more; he at least felt some semblance of control over the way he thought about her.
It helped that the Overboss had gone back to her cold, offputting self. She was mostly silent once more, decked out in the bearhead at all times, fully covered by her clothes again.
Now, they found themselves trudging through mud near Jamaica Plain, scouting for the team they were supposed to meet up with. If the high level Vertibird flying over was anything to go by, they were definitely close to the point where they’d meet up.
They were a long way from Nuka World, about half a day’s walk from the transit station, and already Gage was looking forward to unrolling a bedroll and passing out somewhere. He didn’t sleep well out in the field, but he also didn’t sleep that well at Fizztop either. Getting off his feet though, that was sure becoming more of a priority than it had been in his youth.
Maybe about a half mile ahead, Gage could see the telltale cluster of Operators, looking like a bunch of highly conspicuous, fancily dressed assholes.
God, he was tired.
At the very least, it seemed that Mags Black running to the Overboss for help was a reasonable request this time. No sooner had they approached the Operator team, hellfire had begun to rain down on them.
