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everydayyoulovemeless · 4 months

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Can I request the Butch NSFW alphabet? 🥺👉👈 I love your headcanons!

Butch NSFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.2k ➼ Warnings » Knife Play, Age Gaps, Threesome? ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » Here you go, dearie <3

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He’s really talkative after sex. He’s young and isn’t that sure what he’s expected to do after you’re done, so he just throws a blanket around the two of you and whispers about this cool feature he just added to his knife.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tiddies. Doesn't matter if you're a man or a women, Butch loves tits. His favorite part of himself is his hair, no doubt. He spends so much time on it, how could it not be his favorite?

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your face. There's a part of him that still likes to see you humiliated, and having you covered in his seed fulfills that carnal desire inside of him. Even if it's not necessarily humiliating for you.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's got a thing for older girls. He gets so turned on at the thought of an experienced woman "taking care" of him. He usually likes being on top, but if he spots a milf, he won't be as picky about where she wants him.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got none. There weren't that many people in the vault growing up, so his options were pretty limited. That being said, he finds it ironic he ended up with you. Sex will be an experience for both of you.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position works for him, but missionary is his favorite. He likes being able to have access to your face and throat. Makes sex all the more fun for him.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He alternates between the two moods faster than a nuke could wipe you out. One second, he's got his knife pressed close against your throat, and the next, he's giggling in your ear about how he wouldn't actually try to hurt you.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I mean, he doesn't really do much with it, he just lets it do whatever it wants. If you asked him, he'd try to cut it, but it's probably safer to just leave it be.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Butch isn't a romantic guy by any means. He likes to keep things as straightforward and simple as he can. The most romantic you're getting out of him is a trip to the bar. He's no different at the moment either. He always makes it light-hearted and fun, nothing serious or gushy.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He's a 19-year-old boy. He's jacked himself off once a day, or a few times a week at the very least.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife Play, Dommy Mommy's, Public Sex, Humiliation, Sadist/Masochist, and Threesomes.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

He could not care less where it happened. If you're asking him to do it, he will never be one to say no. Do it in a super mutant base for all he cares, as long as he gets to hit.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally everything. There's not a single thing that could turn him off. He's the horniest guy in the Capital Wasteland.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You'd have to be a cannibal for him to not wanna smash. There's nothing that really turns him off. If you're willing to sleep with him, he's willing to provide.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. He's got no clue how to give head, and he would hate it if he embarrassed himself. Getting the blowjob is easier than giving it, he thinks, and he wants to look like he's experienced and knows what he's doing.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Once he sticks his cock in you, it's like he loses all control. He'll pound himself into you quickly and roughly. He's like a dog in heat just looking for that sweet release.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would honestly be so ecstatic if you told him you wanted one. What teen wouldn't agree? With how nicely you asked him? And how tempting the offer is? Give him a timeframe and he'll be done before then, promise.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Butch is game for just about anything. You want him to injure you a little? Sure, he'll do it. You wanna injure him? He doesn't mind. Or if you want to try something specific to you're fantasies, just talk to him about them and he'll agree to test them out with you.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One, sometimes two. He's a bit sensitive, so one is usually where he stops at. I'm not gonna lie, Butch doesn't last that long in bed. But he tries to make up for it using other methods.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He prefers not to. He thinks they look and feel weird and would much rather just do it the old-fashioned way than stick anything artificial inside of you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

My man is constantly teasing you. He never quits. He'll wrap his hand around your throat and ask you to beg him, or coo at the faces you're making for him. Even outside of sex, he'll tease you. He likes to hold things above your head and have you try and jump for them sometimes.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Butch is actually pretty loud at the moment. He either lets out the most guttural groans or talks to you the entire time. It's a shame he's into public sex because he just can't keep quiet.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He'll ask you for a threesome at some point in your relationship. You can pick who the third party is, he just really wants to say he's done it.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches and moderately thick. He's average, but his fingers make up for it.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's a teenager. It's high.

Z -Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can't ever find it in him to fall asleep after sex. He just wants to stay up with you and mutter back in forth. He doesn't care what it is you talk about, as long as he can listen to you, he's happy.

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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Butch Deloris reacts to lone touching him in a positive way for the first time. Like he’s so used to fighting and his mom probably wasn’t very touchy and lovey

I very much agree! It’s not a stretch to say lone’s touch could very well be the first positive physical touch he ever has

not me writing my own butch content 💀💀

Butch DeLoria Reacts to Positive Physical Touch

butch deloria didn’t like to be touched

could he deal with it? sure. quick things. but he wasn’t one for long, sappy things, like when doctor james tried to hug him that one time after he patched him up. made butch swerve so hard he ran into the wall

his mother didn’t touch him sweetly — or at all. that was probably for the best, he figured, because drunk impulses usually don’t end in hugs and kisses

he was used to physical contact being pain — probably because that was what it always was. every touch he received usually ended in pain. it was something he didn’t necessarily hate. the pain was something constant, something that he could rely on to always be there, unlike his mother. why else would he fight lone all the time?

touches had never been soothing to butch like they were for so many people. it always made him squirmy, made in expect a sudden blow, look over his shoulder. He avoided as much physical contact as he could

so the day he and lone were just adventuring around the wasteland and they decided to hug him? he squirmed

what in the world we’re they doing? he thought they were on good terms now? he hadn’t done anything, had he? he’d seen lone in action, and deep down, he knew he didn’t stand a chance if they wanted to beat him from the east coast to the west

his first instinct was to fight — that’s what he does when someone grabs him. but lone isn’t fighting him. are they holding him so someone can attack from behind? no? they’re alone?

it takes a few seconds for him to process the fact that lone isn’t actually trying to hurt him and is just hugging him

everyone and their mother (including butch himself) saw him as a player. so obviously he’d be cool as a cucumber when physical touch came onto the scene, right? right?

wrong.

he goes stiffer than a rod of iron, and keeps his arms down at his side because he’s still not actually sure what lone’s trying to get at here?

will probably ask them what they’re doing, and when they respond with “it seems like he needs a hug”?

he suddenly remembers that lone knows every detail of his life, his mom, his nonexistent dad, the neglect and pain and words as sharp as knives that made him how he was in the vault. and he feels incredibly naked in front of them

he won’t move for a solid minute, and when lone asks “why is your heart beating so fast, butch?” he won’t have an answer

their words would bounce around in his skull. he “seemed like he needed a hug” well, butch never thought he needed a hug. not until right then, when he was getting one, and he wasn’t feeling squirmy or uncomfortable anymore, he felt safe, something he hadn’t felt for a solid nineteen years at least

takes him a solid thirty seconds to kick himself into gear and hug them back, albeit a little awkwardly. he wraps his arms around them probably too tightly and his head finds its way onto their shoulder like it was meant to fit there. for the first time, he felt like he was meant to fit somewhere. after years of being the vaults outcast, the kid that spent more time with security than at home with his mother, he thought, what if home wasn’t a place, but a person?

there they were. lone was hugging him, not out of pity, but because they cared about him. they weren’t hurting him, no, the opposite, they were healing him. when was the last time someone had touched him with good intentions? he couldn’t even remember. had anyone ever touched him with good intentions?

lone’s one hand travels up and down his back gently, the other, messing with the hair on the back of his head. he didn’t know how badly he’d needed a real hug until then. how much he’d been craving some kind of physical touch, some kind of something to make him feel better. because no one in the vault ever cared about the bully, the bad kid, no one ever gave him a second glance, never looked hard enough to see that he was just a kid and he was just in pain

he can’t even get out of his own head long enough to realize that his hug has turned into a death grip, and that they’ve been doing this for like, five minutes now. he wonders why lone hasn’t let go yet but he doesn’t actually mind because he isn’t really ready to let go yet either

(turns out they’re just holding onto him until he’s ready to let go)

his head is swimming with all kinds of things, but the main thing is that lone actually cares about him enough to know him, to touch him, gave him another chance and let him unleash all his trauma on them because they care. they actually care

takes him to few seconds to realize lone pulled him closer, and it’s because he was breathing kinda heavy. why was he doing that? and his eyes were watering up. why were they doing that? was he crying? why was he doing that?!

for the first time ever, butch deloria was able to cry in someone’s arms instead of into his pillow or hidden in the bathroom. for the first time ever, butch deloria felt safe. like he belonged there. with lone

#butch deloria fo3 #butch deloria x lone wanderer #fo3 butch #butch fo3 #butch deloria #fo3 companions

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 5 months

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106 (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)

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The Lone Wanderer burst out of Vault 106, coughing and spluttering. She took two steps out into the sunlight, and then collapsed onto her knees. Behind her, she heard Butch gasping for air. She closed her eyes.

It had all felt so real. Butch had come at her, swiping at the vulnerable, tender flesh of her throat with Toothpick.

She trusted him with her life. She wouldn’t be travelling with him if she didn’t. But it was a hard image to shake.

“Nosebleed?”

It was an old nickname. It reminded her of a younger, angrier, crueller Butch, but still, it was oddly comforting. The mean Butch of the past might’ve been a thug, but he wasn’t a murderer.

His hand landed on her shoulder. She was pretty sure he was about to help her up, but she couldn’t help the way she flinched.

“Hey, hey…” He said her name almost tenderly, pulling his hand back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Feeling her strength return, she pushed up off her knees and stood.

For the first time since they’d exited the vault, she looked at Butch. He was looking worse for wear. His eyes were red. His normally perfectly sculpted hairdo was sticking up in places. Loose locks of hair were curling down on either side of his forehead. In all honesty, she kind of liked it. She knew that if she told him what state his hair was in, he’d fix it, so she didn’t.

“We need to get out of here,” she said. “We’re too exposed.”

The sun was setting by the time they found the unoccupied ruins of an old house. There was a bed that still had a mattress, and the mattress wasn’t mouldy, so it was good enough.

The previous tenants of this place had made a makeshift firepit, so she busied herself building a fire. The roof had a gaping hole in it, which, in this case, was actually good for ventilation purposes.

As she was heating up a tin of pork n’ beans, Butch said “Are you gonna tell me what you saw in there?”

“I’m not sure you wanna know,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

“Ever since we left that place, you’ve barely looked at me! You didn’t even let me help you up earlier! So yeah, I guess I kinda wanna know what’s bothering you.”

She stared into the firepit. “You first.”

Butch let out a defeated sigh. “Okay. Alright. I saw my ma. She told me what a disappointment I am, of course. And then I saw her… I saw her…”

She looked at Butch. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking up at the sky, but not really seeing it. Given how how frightening he found the sky, that was quite something.

“She was dead,” he said at last.

Feeling a little guilty for pushing him, she shuffled closer to him. He looked away from the sky and back at her. Their eyes met. She felt a familiar warmth inside her that she’d spent the past few weeks trying to ignore, but it was getting harder and harder.

“I saw my dad,” she started. She hadn’t intended for this to be the hard thing to talk about, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, her lip wobbled. In spite of her best efforts, a couple of tears escaped.

Butch was watching her face carefully. When she seemed unable to get any other words out, he said, “Nosebleed, I’m so-”

“That wasn’t it,” she said, silencing him. “I also saw you.”

He frowned at her. “Me?”

“You and the other Tunnel Snakes. You tried to kill me.”

His brow creased. “That’s… I mean… You know I would never-”

“I know,” she said. “But it scared me.”

“Well… I’m sorry.”

That drew a laugh from her, surprising both of them. “What are you sorry for? It’s not like you actually tried to kill me.”

“I know, but…” He sighed. “I’m an asshole, right? You know that. I know that. I know I hurt you a lot when we were kids. I don’t want you being scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you.” To demonstrate her point, she shifted closer to him. Her arm brushed against his. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well… Good. But you should know that I would never hurt you again. Not on purpose.”

“I know,” she said. She was leaning into his space now. His eyebrows shot up, but he opened his arms to let her get closer.

When she kissed him, it felt like something clicked into place. Tentatively, his hands fell to her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in closer.

When they separated, she was practically in his lap. He expected her to pull back fully, but instead she settled herself there, arms draped loosely over his shoulders.

“Hi,” he said, looking more flustered than she’d ever seen him.

“Hi.” She smoothed a lock of his hair back into place. She expected him to object, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t. “Just so you know, I know I don’t have to be scared of you. If it came to fight, I’d win.”

“Yeah? You think so?” He had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I know so.”

“Wanna bet?”

She let out an undignified squeak as he tackled her to the floor.

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userdogmeat · 7 months

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Keeping Warm

@falloutober - 15

Keeping Warm

It had rained for nearly four days straight before it had finally snowed and while Lone had been accustomed to the rain - a common occurrence in a coastal region - she had not been ready for snow. How could she have been? From what she’d read about the Capital Wasteland, snow had been fairly uncommon even before the bombs dropped. And what Lone could tell you, holed up in a shabby cabin with nothing but her moth-eaten blanket and her dimwit, jaw-grinding former neighbor and current companion, that she hated the snow. Almost as much as she hated Butch right now.

“This sucks.”

“Yep.”

“I mean, this really sucks.”

“I know, Butch.”

It had to be obvious, just how irritated she had been with him but he hadn’t seemed to notice nor care. Instead, Butch had just complained and complained and complained. It was cold. It was wet. His fingers were frozen. His hair was ruined. Blah. Blah. Blah. And when he’d run out of complaints, all he did was start over again, whining and moaning about just how much he hated the cold.

Lone hated the cold, too. But you didn’t hear her complaining about it, not that Butch would’ve given her the time to do so. His annoying voice filled the empty space with wasted breath that hadn’t been hot enough to heat it.

“Why’s it gotta be so cold?”

“It’s February, Butch. It’s going to be cold in February.”

“Not this cold!”

Irritation made Lone’s eye twitch as she stared at him blankly, “I don’t know what to tell you, Butch. It’s cold, maybe you should listen to me next time and bring your gloves.”

“But my gloves make my palms sweaty.”

Lone stared at the gray blanket sitting in her lap, worn and stained from its use in the Capital Wasteland and thought of twisting it. If wrung tightly enough, she had thought, it would’ve made a decent noose that she could’ve used to kill Butch with or maybe herself, were she so desperate enough.

“Again, Butch, I really don’t know what to tell you.”

“Ugh.”

Ugh was right. And unfortunately, Butch was right about pretty everything. This sucked. And yeah, sure - Butch being a petulant brat hadn’t been making the situation any better, but it really was the cold that had sucked the most.

“I feel like I’m ‘boutta freeze to death in here, y’know? ’m gonna get that frostbite or whatever, and my toes are gonna fall off.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Butch.”

“A baby!” He gasped, “I don’t know who you callin’ a baby when you’ve been totin’ around that rag of yours since we were in diapers.”

“It is not a rag.”

It was hard to not be defensive of her blanket. Lone loved her blanket. It kept her safe, secure and sure, it hadn’t done the best job of keeping the heat in since she was ten, but it was her blanket.

“It is too a rag, that thing’s thinner than paper and there’s more holes in that thing than I can count.”

“Well, Butch - last I recalled, counting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it?”

“Touchy.”

Lone couldn’t help but smirk at the purse of Butch’s lips, his huff audible as he pulled the sides of his jacket closer to himself in another attempt to keep himself warm. Stupid bastard, Lone had thought as she stared at her woefully unprepared companion. How had he not listened to her? Butch had left his hat and gloves in Megaton, refused to pack an additional sweater despite Lone telling him to, and had accidentally left his own blanket and sleeping bag in the last place they’d stayed at miles ago. It was no wonder the man was freezing.

“Here,” she huffed as she pulled the blanket from her lap, offering it to him, “I think you need this more than me.”

“I don’t want your stupid - ,”

“Take it, Butch, before I change my mind.”

The way Butch had reached for her blanket so hesitantly had almost been enough for her to change her mind but Lone had allowed it. He was proud - the proudest person she’d ever met, but he was freezing, too and despite how much she liked the idea of him being dead as a doornail and out of her hair, Lone couldn’t bear the idea of losing him either. Especially not like this.

“Thank you.” He had mumbled as he curled into the blanket that he’d tossed over his shoulders.

“Just don’t lose it, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

It had seemed to do enough for Butch to shut up for a while, sniffing occasionally from the runny nose he’d developed. But Lone could see the way that he was shaking, the way the tip of his nose had turned a dark red from the frostnip, the way his teeth chattered as the muscles in his jaw tried to keep warm. He looked miserable - more miserable than she currently was and Lone couldn’t help but sigh.

“Come here.”

“What?”

Lone felt herself warm slightly at her sudden proposition to him, “I said, come here. You’re going to freeze to death if we don’t start sharing some body heat.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Butch had scooted towards her until his shoulders were flush with hers, his arm raising so that he could wrap the blanket around her but pausing as Lone held her hand up to stop him.

“Wait, you - we - uh, we’ve got to um…,” Lone had swallowed, her eyes trailing down his body before drawing back up to look at him and his stupid and unfortunately, devastatingly handsome, but confused face, “strip first.”

If there had ever been a moment that Lone had been grateful for the cold - it was right now because had there been no cold and no frost-nipped rosie skin, Butch would’ve been able to see the blush that had crept past her cheeks and up to her ears.

“We’ve got to what?”

“Strip,” she repeated, “we’ve got to share our body heat, not just some flimsy blanket.”

Butch’s mouth opened and shut a few times, the gears in his head turning in that weird, clunky way they always had when Lone had to offer a compromising solution for a problem that required sharing and touching. It was the same dumb face he’d made when they’d been forced to share that twin bed just a few weeks ago.

“Oh - uh, alright. But do we have to - um, like…”

“...Take our underwear off?”

Butch nodded meekly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.

“I don’t know, I think so?” Lone mumbled, “I’ve never had to do this before but from what I’ve read and heard, this is the only way I can help prevent you from freezing to death.”

Butch didn’t object to Lone's explanation, there was no way that he could’ve not with his ass on the line but he still hesitated, instead choosing to wait for Lone to strip first.

Lone had started with her boots, unlacing them quickly - all thanks to the gloves that she had remembered to bring - as Butch struggled alongside her, his fingers stiff from the cold.

“Here,” she offered, reaching down and replacing his hand with her own, “let me help you.”

He watched quietly as Lone helped him remove his boots, her hand slipping underneath the heel and around his ankle before tugging gently and placing them next to him.

“Stand up.”

Butch took Lone’s offered hand, allowing her to pull him up until they were standing only a few inches from one another. Wordlessly, the two began to strip, peeling off their jackets and unzipping their vault suits until their under layers were exposed. And slowly, but surely - with their eyes glued to one another, Lone and Butch stepped out of their vault suits, pools of gore-tex lined blue leather dropping next to the rest of their abandoned clothes until they were in nothing but their underclothes.

Lone could see the way the cold was getting to Butch as he pulled his undershirt up and over his head, the muscles in his stomach flushed and taught as they contracted from the sudden exposure to the chilled air.

A huff of fogged breath blew from Butch’s mouth as he chuckled, “Fuck, I’m so much colder now.”

“Me, too.”

He smiled at her, the same dopey smile he’d been doing as of late whenever they were normal - or whatever this was - with one another and Lone couldn’t help but smile back. It was awkward and strange but somehow, the concept of being stark naked with her former bully turned companion (if that’s what you could call it) was also, somehow just another one of those days at this point. They’d already been through so much together, how bad could pressing her naked body against his naked body really be?

“Well…” she had started, “I guess we better…”

“...Yeah… I guess so.”

And with another awkward but swift movement, Lone and Butch removed their last article of clothing - their underwear - and made themselves completely bare to one another.

Butch quickly concealed himself with a cup of his hands as Lone quickly began to move, not that she had cared to look anyways - it had just been too cold. And besides, Lone was just as naked as he was, she knew that any pointed fingers at his shrinkage would be returned with a nasty comment about her own nudeness. Instead, Lone focused on the makeshift bedding that she had to quickly create before the encroaching freeze on her fingers made them too stiff to move.

“We’ll share my sleeping bag,” she said, as she moved to sit on her knees - her fingers fumbling as she tried to unclip the single-person sleeping from her pack, “it’ll be a tight squeeze but with this and the blanket, it should be enough to keep us warm.”

Lone could see the way that Butch’s shaking was becoming more severe, he’d been freezing for far longer than she had and now that he was nude, he was only getting worse. So she moved as fast as she could, throwing down the sleeping roll and unzipping it quickly.

“Lay down.”

Butch moved as quickly as he could, settling on the now open sleeping bag with a low groan and she quickly followed suit. Lone hadn’t been wrong about the tight squeeze as she pulled the blanket-part over her and began to zip with each tug, she felt herself pressed closer and closer to Butch’s chill body until it was finally pulled all of the way up to their chins and they were pressed firmly together.

“Come here,” she whispered, as she rolled over to face him, “press your chest against mine.”

Butch shivered against her as the flat of her palm rubbed small, soothing circles against his back and he wiggled one of his arms around her neck and the other wrapped tightly around her back. The two of them tucked their legs into one another, each other’s knee resting over the other until they were fully intertwined, the heat of their groins providing a small warmth against one another’s skin. And they laid like this for as long as they could, holding one another as they tried to keep warm. And it honestly wasn't so bad, Lone had thought, his body pressed against hers. It was strange but intimate, and almost comforting the way their bodies fit so perfectly against one another.

“Are you starting to feel any better?”

Butch nodded quietly. He was starting to warm up, Lone could feel it. Thank goodness.

“Do you want me to roll over,” she asked, “or maybe you and I spoon you?”

Butch shook his head, his nose burying into the top of her head and deep into her hair. “I’m fine like this,” he mumbled.

Lone smiled into his chest as she felt it begin to rise slower and more steadier, a sign that his muscles were finally starting to relax, allowing him to finally fall into much-needed sleep. And Lone took this as a sign for herself, as she pressed herself tighter against him with shut eyes, inhaling his cologne for a final time before drifting off herself into a warm sleep.

#falloutober #this was a lot longer than i had ever expected it to be #butch deloria #fallout 3 #fallout fanfiction #butch deloria x lone wanderer #kind of want to add onto this and maybe make this pwp? because this is really truly one of my FAVORITE tropes ever #userdogmeat creates

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hotboyharbie · 1 year

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the worst battle strategy: Butch x gn!platonic or romantic!Lone Wanderer

TW: none just fluff

"Don't." Their tone was stern and commanding.

It stopped Butch dead in his tracks, but not due to him being intimidated. On the contrary– he took it as a challenge.

"Now why the hell not?" He probed, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

An exasperated half sigh, half groan escaped the lips of his traveling companion as their expression shifted several times. From exhaustion, to grief, to frustration and finally, to acceptance. Then, they finally spoke again.

"Because, Butch, this isn't like some fucking Grognak comic or one of those archived flicks from the vault! You can't logistically "slay" super mutants by jumping down from spaghetti junction with shishkebab. End of."

"But–"

"But nothing, you'll put yourself in danger and I will have to inevitably save your ass, potentially getting us both killed. Now give me that." They yanked the weapon from the man's hands. "Now go upstairs and get a gun."

Butch rolled his eyes and unenthusiastically followed their orders.

He still had a lot to learn about the wastelands. But [y/n] had to admit– they only chastise the idiot cause they care.

#fallout 3 #fallout companions #butch deloria #butch deloria x reader #butch deloria x lone wanderer #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #fluff

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bokubokujo · 1 year

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⛄️🎄✨Merry Christmas!!🎄🎅🎁✨

#fallout 3 #butch deloria #fallout fanart #butch deloria x lone wanderer

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rosespacesingout · 2 years

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Me: I'm so glad they didn't make the bully in Turning Red the love interest. That's an overdone trope, not to mention INCREDIBLY toxic.

Also me: *daydreaming about my lone wanderer and Butch DeLoria kissing*

#fallout3 #tunnel snakes #butch deloria #butch deloria x lone wanderer #butch x lw #turning red #fallout #fallout 3

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ghost-qwq · 2 months

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Advertising my fic because my boyfriend said I should : "What Am I So Afraid Of?"

In Vault 101 no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves. Butch DeLoria spent nineteen years stuck with the same people, same food, same damn life in that vault. People in the vault aren’t the best when you’re stuck around them for so long. Especially not the doctor's kid. James Maxwell’s special little “angel”, Cyrus. That dork wasn’t even worth being on Butch’s mind… if that’s the case, how come he thought about him so much?

#warning: I am NOT very confident in my writing skill #but alas... I am just having fun #shout out to Ellen in da back...#fanfic #writing #butch deloria #butch deloria x lone wanderer #lone wanderer #oc: cyrus maxwell #Origins drawing... again #Origins writing... finally #holy shit writing tag lets gooo (I am terrified)#fallout #fallout 3

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katherineissad · 9 months

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“that’s literally a grown man” well he's babygirl to ME

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #butch deloria #butch deloria x lone wanderer #mine

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future-dregs · 1 year

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Stay cool, it's just a kiss. Oh, why ya gotta be so talkative?

Butch and my Fallout 3 OC, (who turned out to be quite a chatterbox) Doll.

(Picrew used here)

#Butch Deloria #butch deloria x lone wanderer #Fallout 3 #Fallout 3 OC #Lone Wanderer #Dollie Rads #Gamer tag

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atomicbird101 · 8 months

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Lone Wanderer: Wadsworth? Wadsworth: Yes, (Sir/Madam/etc.)? Lone: Call us Daddy. Wadsworth: ... I don't see a father in your contacts. Butch: [Uncontrollable laughter] Lone: Well, about that...

#incorrect quotes #Source: Unus Annus #fallout 3 #butch deloria #lone wanderer #fallout #fallout headcanons #butch deloria x lone wanderer

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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months

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I apologize if it would be too much, but would you be willing to do a Butch Alphabet (Either SFW or NSFW)? I've recently begun to play Tale of Two Wastelands and remembered how much I love that dolt

Butch SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic ➼ A/N » Same tho 🤭 greaser's always get me

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Butch is especially affectionate in public. He's always got his arm thrown around you, either around your shoulders or your waist, he always manages to find a way to snake it around you. He loves anything physical and is not afraid to show off your and his relationship while fucking up a group of ferals.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship starts rocky, with him having no boundaries on what is and isn't rude to do. You'll have to really stay committed before he loses some of his old habits, but once you do, he's the best friend anyone could ask for, always ready to jump someone if they say the wrong thing to you. He's not scared to get a little aggressive if the situation ever called for it.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's a huge cuddler! He loves to snake his arms around you and pull you closer to his chest at night while the two of you fade deeper into sleep. He always insists on being the big spoon, he just adores pressing his face into your hair, it makes him feel safe and comforted.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

For right now, no. He's young and he still has places outside the vault he wants to visit. He doesn't want to stay cooped up in a home somewhere, he'd rather go exploring while he's still physically able. He's pretty mediocre at household chores anyway, the whole thing would end in disaster.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Rudely. He'll list off every single reason why he decided to break up with you and that'll just be the end of it.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Butch is terrified of commitment and would rather take his time before fully jumping into marriage. He's not even sure if he wants to get married. He's just going to avoid the topic entirely if he can.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's a lot more gentle than you'd think, always asking how you're doing and speaking to you in the softest tones. He might put on his big bad greaser persona most of the day, but underneath it all, he's full of affection.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He'll hug you as often as he can! His hugs are always firm and passionate, with him holding you against his body as he rests his head on your shoulder or forehead. He's always sure to flex a little as he does so just to show off some of his muscles.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Way faster than he likes to admit. He says it almost immediately after the two of you get together. This is the only long-term relationship he's ever had in his life and has no filter or idea of when he should tell you he loves you, so he just ends up doing it right off the bat.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous fast and isn't shy about it. He'll cross his arms and puff out his chest as he saunters toward whoever's making him feel that way and talk down to them. Butch is very confident in himself and depending on if the guy is disrespectful toward you or not, you might have to hold him back from knocking him clean out.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Aggressive and sloppy. If he's kissing you then it'll be a full makeout session, there's no room for the slow and sensual stuff when you're 19 and in love.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really good? The kids in Little Lamplight love him because of how easily they manage to piss him off (they think it's funny), and they seem to have slowly grown on Butch. He's always looking out for kids, especially troublemakers, they remind him of himself and he knows exactly what they need to hear.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Scavenging and exploring. He likes how all the buildings look with the sun rising behind them, and he's so excited to be able to wander through the entirety of DC with no restrictions.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He loves finding the nearest bar, sitting in a booth with you, and drinking till one of you vomits or falls asleep. It doesn't even have to be a big social event, just the two of you drunkenly giggling in a corner while you share a bottle of whiskey is good enough for him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Since you grew up with him, there isn't too much for him to open up about, but every once in a while when he's drunk, he'll confess something to you that you hadn't known before.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a lot more patience for you than he does for other people. He'll start arguments with others if they get on his nerves, but he'll just ruffle your hair and shrug his shoulders for you.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It's half and half with him, sometimes it'll stick, sometimes it won't. If he wants to know, he'll just ask again.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There was this one night where the two of you were in Big Town and the residents there taught you both old card games they used to play when they were younger. You and Butch spent the entire night with them trying to figure out the rules (you're both still confused, but it was still fun!)

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Butch is overly protective over you, any wrong look your way has him marching his way over and asking if there's a problem. Any issue you've got he'll take care of, don't worry you're sweet little head over it.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

None 💀. He hardly even remembers his own birthday, although, he'll give you a sweet roll on your birthday just to make up for how he acted on your 10th, but that'll be the end of it.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He snores really loudly and will sometimes just whip his thing out and pee. Nothing horrible, but it can be slightly annoying.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He takes his appearance VERY seriously. His hair's gotta be perfect, otherwise, he's not going.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah. The two of you grew up together, and while you might not have been friends, you were still a big aspect of his life. He'd just feel lonely without you there, it's not the same hanging out with people who haven't ever stepped foot in a vault, and he likes how familiar you are to him.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's constantly on the lookout for any snakes. He really likes them and is praying that he'll see one in the tall grass or near a river or something.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't hate many things, but he sure as hell can't stand when you get overly touchy or flirty with another person, especially another guy. It ticks him off and makes him think you don't really want to be around him in the same way he does for you.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He goes to bed at 12:00 and usually wakes up around 7:00, although, on special occasions, you might find him drinking till 4 or 5 in the morning and waking up whenever.

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