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Butch, Booze and F!Lone Wanderer
anonymous
November 8 2010, 18:47:29 UTC
The Wanderer lets Butch tag along for better or worse. Combine his pure and unadulterated love of titties (i.e. the lovely pair LW is packing) with whatever rotgut is distilled in the Waste, and how could sexiness not ensue? Preferably hilarious sexiness.
Liquor Jugs 2/5
anonymous
December 15 2010, 21:35:27 UTC
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to barf up his own skeleton or fall into a coma any time soon, El glanced down at her own bottle. She then glanced back at Butch. Then to the bottle again. Then to Butch. Finally, with a look of grim resignation, she gingerly tried the evil stuff.
"Graargh," she concluded.
Butch snorted at her. "Would the lay-dee prefer a glass of sparkling white wine?"
"Shove it, DeLoria," El replied, and took another gulp as if trying to prove a point. She managed to swallow it without choking, so Butch had to give her some credit.
With practiced nonchalance, Butch leaned back and gazed off into the distance. It was a warm evening, and he could hear the insects chirping in the grass - which, if he was honest about it, freaked him right the fuck out. He'd never get used to all the bugs outside the Vault. They were like radroaches, but worse, because many of them were tiny, so they could crawl into your mouth and ears if you weren't careful and maybe lay eggs in your brain or what the fuck ever. Jesus,
( ... )
Liquor Jugs 4/5
anonymous
December 15 2010, 21:40:37 UTC
The undershirt was peeled off to reveal the world's saddest-looking bra. Butch briefly wondered if it had always been that particular shade of beige-gray. It seemed sacrilegious for such nice tits to be covered by such crappy-looking underwear. Fortunately the bra didn't bother him for long, because El quickly unfastened the clasp. Her breasts bounced gently as she released them of their constraints, and then just... kinda sat there, looking all full and round and... stuff. Her nipples stiffened in the open air.
Butch's brain delegated the responsibility of thinking to his dick. He instinctively crossed his legs.
"Aw, c'mon, Butch," El said. "You've seen a pair of naked boobs before, right?"
Butch's dick did a pretty crappy job at thinking, because he tried to think of a snappy comeback but ended up saying, "Yeah. Yours are pretty nice, tho' your Mom's were better."
El rolled her eyes. "My Mom is dead, dipshit."
"Yeah, well, that ain't my fault.
It wasn't as if Butch was bad at talking to women, but this was El, of all people.
( ... )
Liquor Jugs 5/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 21:42:47 UTC
El paused, considering it, then snorted like a dork. "Tit for tat, huh," she said, as if that was the height of comedy. She sat back, and seemed slightly more focused and sober again. "Butch, I've known you since childhood, and I know that you're a jerk. Not a major jerk, maybe - it's not like you're evil or anything - but kind of a mundane, low-level, big-fish-in-a-small-pond sort of jerk. I mean, c'mon, I'm not going to kid myself into believing that you care about anyone other than yourself. If I give you a hand job, you're probably going to empty your nuts within the first two minutes and then fall asleep. That's not much fun for me
( ... )
Liquor Jugs 6/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 21:44:05 UTC
Butch carefully stood up. He knew that he'd probably be mad as hell once the alcohol and afterglow had worn off, although being mad required energy, and he felt pretty mellow given that El had just gone and drained some of his vital bodily fluids. He straightened his shoulders and adopted a practiced glare, just to make himself feel slightly better about everything.
"You do have a spare pair of clean pants, right?" El asked.
Butch grunted.
"I could lend you a pair if you didn't," she added.
Butch flipped the bird at her, ignoring the little voice in the back of his mind which said that wearing a pair of her panties could be kind of hot. He stormed inside the raider's shack for some privacy. Just before he closed the door, he heard El call after him.
"Hey, Butch..."
He paused.
"Your o-face doesn't look that stupid," she said, and actually sounded genuine.
"Shut up," Butch said. He slammed the door behind him, even though he still couldn't help feeling a tiny amount of relief.
Re: Liquor Jugs 6/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 23:33:35 UTC
Not OP but also loooooooooooooooooved it! Butch's internal monologue is perfectly nailed, I love the twos chemistry and that your LW is uniquely herself, not a fluffy mary-sue. Nicely done, authoranon, nicely done indeed :D Now one of my top three faves on the meme.
Consider a sequel? I love the back and forth, there's real potential!
OP is in Kinkvana, Authoranon, you are made of gold.
anonymous
December 16 2010, 01:23:27 UTC
I can't believe this got filled!!! And it's AMAZING, oh my blown mind, Butch is spot on and snarky, terrified of bugs and loving the charlies. Thank you so much, I laughed out loud about six times throughout the whole thing. You are amazing.
You should definetely link your fills in the discussion so I can see the other treasures I've missed.
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"Graargh," she concluded.
Butch snorted at her. "Would the lay-dee prefer a glass of sparkling white wine?"
"Shove it, DeLoria," El replied, and took another gulp as if trying to prove a point. She managed to swallow it without choking, so Butch had to give her some credit.
With practiced nonchalance, Butch leaned back and gazed off into the distance. It was a warm evening, and he could hear the insects chirping in the grass - which, if he was honest about it, freaked him right the fuck out. He'd never get used to all the bugs outside the Vault. They were like radroaches, but worse, because many of them were tiny, so they could crawl into your mouth and ears if you weren't careful and maybe lay eggs in your brain or what the fuck ever. Jesus, ( ... )
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Butch's brain delegated the responsibility of thinking to his dick. He instinctively crossed his legs.
"Aw, c'mon, Butch," El said. "You've seen a pair of naked boobs before, right?"
Butch's dick did a pretty crappy job at thinking, because he tried to think of a snappy comeback but ended up saying, "Yeah. Yours are pretty nice, tho' your Mom's were better."
El rolled her eyes. "My Mom is dead, dipshit."
"Yeah, well, that ain't my fault.
It wasn't as if Butch was bad at talking to women, but this was El, of all people. ( ... )
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"You do have a spare pair of clean pants, right?" El asked.
Butch grunted.
"I could lend you a pair if you didn't," she added.
Butch flipped the bird at her, ignoring the little voice in the back of his mind which said that wearing a pair of her panties could be kind of hot. He stormed inside the raider's shack for some privacy. Just before he closed the door, he heard El call after him.
"Hey, Butch..."
He paused.
"Your o-face doesn't look that stupid," she said, and actually sounded genuine.
"Shut up," Butch said. He slammed the door behind him, even though he still couldn't help feeling a tiny amount of relief.
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Consider a sequel? I love the back and forth, there's real potential!
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You should definetely link your fills in the discussion so I can see the other treasures I've missed.
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