#the overboss

[labrat-wasteland-wonders]

[I have no idea what I’m doing]

[zombiecakes]

I thought because of the chem thing, Zirk and Hancock would get along. I forgot about little details like Hancock is actually a really good person…

Like yes, Zirk collects stray dogs and set up Mama Murphy's TV for her, but like, he also literally shoots people because they have smelly farts (true story... psa: don't eat sus meat, people...).

I should've anticipated this outcome 😩

[this-should-do]

shipping a young pure woman with gage - OUT

shipping a middle aged leather bear with gage - IN

<finally getting around to reworking and upgrading their nukaworld overboss

(also on the posting screen it looks hella blurry so click for better quality if its still really blurry for yall)

[alocowberry]

Excuse me he wants to order

Some Porter Gage and Overboss Ollie art

[nerdygoth77]

I love the dialogue in Fallout 4

[wasteland-wrecker]

thinking of making an au where the Nuka World Overboss is some 14 year old in power armor, but no one *knows* he's a 14 year old. They thing he's some big bad adult who kicks ass and helps get the rest of the area unlocked for the gangs and then Gage seems him once out of power armor and is like: "....how old are you"

Considering Gage himself was a young punk teenager trying to make it in a raider gang, I think the 14 yo would remind him of his youth. He would show him respect for what he’s capable of and maybe try to protect him somehow. It could be interesting to see what would happen next but I have some doubts on Gage’s Nuka World plan. Would it work? Who knows.

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Porter Gage •°• Trust △SMUT△

Title: Trust

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss

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

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

Wordcount: 1338

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

divine.

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

thumb.

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

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

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

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

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Masterlist

[hypnapomparts]

Some Vault Boy inspired sketches

I made a little template for them for later use since I'm p sure i'm gonna need to open emergency comms at some point and these are super easy to do

The gal is my Overboss Hypna

Sandalin belongs to @ottobooty 💜

[lycheecatee]

“Despite everything, it’s still her…”

My take on this trend with my favourite Raider lady 🫶

[spaceratprodigy]

🖤❤ Poppy ❤🖤

I never post any of my Poppy art, do y'all want the first Official™️ Poppy art post

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[linxrouge4life]

Some Overboss Percy lore fr yall if anyone cares.

[rockshortage]

2 charisma 3 strength

[spiribia]

kind of obsessed with fallout 4 elephant mask

[nerdygoth77]

I tried my hand at Raider foreplay the moment I got Gage as a companion 😂 @wasteland-wrecker

I can’t get over the noise that’s made when Gage gets slammed into the ground 💀

I also didn’t mean to punch him before body slamming him 😂😭

[wasteland-wrecker]

14 year old overboss au

Gray can often be found alone torturing a radroach or mirelurk spawn. Why?

He just likes to tear the legs off of them. Then, he likes to watch them try and crawl away as he loads his gun to put them out of their misery.

This backfired only once when a literally mirelurk queen was nearby, and somehow he managed to get out of there with most of his limbs. He is however, funnily enough, missing 3 toes on his left foot!

He likes reading comics such as Tales of the Junktown Jerky Vender(can never eat iguana meat again) and the Wasteland Survival guide. Mostly because of the funny pictures.

Haii baiii

Hey, you’re back! :)

Toby would be utterly disgusted by that scene… you’d find him throwing up in a corner or something 😔 He really can’t stand mirelurks & company. But, as long as they’re dead, everything is fine ✨

(Nooooo his foot 🦶🏼😩😩)

[titaniumrock]

I had fun making this, and a big thank you to arsonist-on-fire for helping me make Gage look like him!