Clearing Away Dust (Fallout x Reader Oneshots)

Hello! So I wanted to rewrite Butch's story to see my improvement in writing and for a writing prompt, I was given for fun (daddy/sir kink). I also figured why not post it so here we are. It is very NSFW so if that's not your thing I wouldn't read this one.


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It had been a couple of weeks since the last time you had stopped to grab supplies. Your Pipboy3000 indicated that the closest settlement near you was Rivet City, luckily you were in need of ammo and chems. Having been there many times throughout the year, you were instantly granted access to enter. Familiar faces were at every booth, ready to deplete your caps.

"Suppose I could use a drink." You mumble to Dogmeat as you look up at the entrance to The Muddy Rudder. The pooch just panted happily as you pet him. "Come one boy, I'll get you some cram."

The dim interior set a warm mood for the various conversations being held in the room. Some were there in bigger groups leaving no tables to sit at except the bar so you made your way over.

"One cram and a Nuka-Cola please." You smirked giving your order to Belle Bonny. She placed a mostly clean plate along with the cram and cola. Dogmeat sat well-behaved under your stool, patiently waiting for his dinner. "There you go, boy."

"Well if it ain't my best gal," A cocky man chuckled as he slapped your lower back lightly, causing you to whip your head around. Your tone lightened when you realized it was just Butch and you'd win that fight. You shook your head taking a sip, allowing him to continue whatever introduction he had. "The one who sprung me out of the Vault."

"I don't even know how it worked." You grab the back of your neck with a sigh. In what universe does a man who hates your guts just listen to you? "It was Amata's idea honestly."

"Didn't hear her making sense to the man," He says offering you a shot of whiskey and a rugged smile that made your heart stutter. It was a strange feeling, just chatting with your childhood bully, especially when he's talking you up so nicely. "You're the one that actually talked to him, just take the compliment doll."

Minutes became hours of pleasant conversation and somewhat heartfelt apologies. Butch had apparently been thinking about the way he had treated you before you left and he certainly didn't deserve your forgiveness. He knew you could've left his Mother to die and nobody could blame you for it, but you didn't. The more shots you guys did the more open to discussion things became.

"Alright, alright. How about..." Your feet stumbled a bit as you walked next to Butch who was now helping you walk. His hand was on your hip, something you didn't fail to notice as his grip tightened to keep you up. "Kinks."

"Didn't realize you were such a lightweight (Y/N)," Butch laughs as he sat you on the bed, his face flushed a little pink. The room wasn't too bad, some of Butch's belongings were scattered around which indicated it was his room. He grabbed a bottle from the table and handed it to you. "Here, drink some."

"What no, I'm not drunk!"You snorted as you took the bottle and opened it. He had started to take off his vault jacket, wearing a tank top underneath. There were a few new scars that you assumed he got from the wasteland outside this boat. "Besides you never answered my question."

Before Butch knew it, you had dragged him next to you onto the bed, breathing heavily as you looked back at him. His eyes showed admiration, lust, and conflict. You held his wrist as he cupped his hands around your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss.

"Wait (Y/N)," Butch reluctantly pulls his lips away from yours, "Is this actually what you want?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

Butch pulled you back into his arms, crawling over top of you as he removed your vault suit. He fondled your chest as he started to leave love bites down your neck causing you to whimper. Trails of saliva went lower and lower down your body until he made it to your cunt. Butch groaned looking up at you waiting eagerly for your permission. Upon getting your approving nod his tongue lapped up and over repeatedly.

"Beg for me," He purred playfully biting into your thighs as he stuck one finger into your entrance. His callous fingers teased you methodically. "Beg for daddy (Y/N)."

"Please, daddy." You begged Butch as he slowly started to finger your pussy. His mouth sucked on your clit as he hooked vigorously onto your most sensitive spots. You threw your head back from all the stimulation when he added another finger and increased the speed. "Please fuck me daddy."

Moments after your pleas for him to fuck you Butch had finally lined himself up. His hands firmly held your legs back, giving him full control of your body. He cursed under his breath as he slowly filled himself inside of you and slowly thrust. Your walls contracted against his cock leaving you a whimpering mess as you held your breath.

"You're such a good girl" Butch groaned between thrusts, leaning into your body to nip at your lips. His hips slowed to a stop as deep as he could, inching every bit of semen into you. He smirked pulling out of you and watching his cum drip from you. "Tunnel Snakes Rule."