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Assuming you'd be willing to: How does Butch react/act when realizing he might be crushing on the Male!Lone Wanderer? Either while they're both still in the vault or after the Lone Wanderer returns from the Wastes
Butch's Reaction to Crushing on a M!Lone
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It pisses him off when he first starts to notice how he feels for you. I imagine he represses his romantic feelings for men like crazy and realizing that he’s slowly developing a crush on you, of all people, makes him want to punch a hole in the wall.
He’ll be even crueler to you now; spitting on you, jumping you in the Vault hallways, and threatening to carve his initials into your skin with his pocket knife. He hopes that it’ll force his desires away. Maybe if you hate him enough he’ll finally just let it go, but, to his dismay, it never happens.
It becomes obvious very quickly that something deeper within him is causing him to be like this. The other Tunnel Snakes will also start noticing how much he seems to like picking on you compared to anyone else in the Vault.
The day you leave is the day he shatters. Of course, you’re the one who has to leave. He’ll pretend to be happy about finally being rid of you, but deep down he’s worried you won’t make it. You’re smaller than him, weaker than him, and never had been one to fight back... how would you ever survive on the surface?
He can’t help the way his eyes light up when he spots you entering the Muddy Rudder. He doesn’t even bother hiding the smile that slowly tugs at his lips as he waves you over to the bar, praying you won't cringe at the sight of him and leave.
He’ll act as if you guys had been friends for years. He’ll toss his arm loosely around your shoulders and order you a drink, asking about your time in the wasteland. However, his friendly demeanor will shift once he sees how awkward you act around him.
He doesn’t bring up how he used to treat you - he doesn’t know if he can - but he’ll, at the very least, try to make an effort toward earning your trust.
He follows you whether you want him to or not. He may still be a tad naive about what exists in the wasteland, but he’s not naive enough to recognize the dangers. The last thing he wants is for you to die, especially if it happens before he can confess to you.
He’s gentler toward you now. Those few months after you’d set off to find your dad had killed him, and he wants to make an active effort to show how much he’s missed you and how much he wants to be around you.
He’ll slowly start to do things that boyfriends traditionally do. He’ll offer to carry some of your heavier items, open doors for you, and even pay for meals when you both find a settlement to eat out at.
He also becomes extremely protective over you. You can see the hatred and jealousy boiling in his eyes whenever he spots someone touching you or standing too close. It eats at him even more knowing he can’t say anything because you two aren’t officially together.
Some of his old habits still linger. Occasionally, he’ll grab your face to make you look at him or, stick his foot out and trip you while you walk. It’s just in his nature.
Although, he does try to make it up by offering to clean up your hair for you. Free of charge. Either because he’s noticed it’s been growing out or it’s gotten dirty during the days you’ve spent traveling. Besides, he likes being able to take care of you like this.
It kills him that he can’t seem to find it within himself to just tell you about how he’s feeling, or even just apologize for how he treated you while you both were in the Vault.
It’ll become more and more obvious that he’s interested in you, but he refuses to be the one to say it. You’ll have to make the first move in the relationship because his pride won’t let him be in love with another man. Especially, if there’s a chance he may be rejected.
Day 30 -- Sarah Lyons
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Breath Play with Sarah Lyons x m!Lone
Sarah Lyons is a badass, that much is definitely true, but I'd like to think she has a soft spot for sweet lil vaulties. 😏
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Included: Breath play, shower sex, hand jobs, kissing, touching, light cumplay, light dom/sub dynamics, light femdom.
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White steam billowed about their sodden forms, curling upwards in hazy coils that softened Lone’s features to her sultry gaze. Sarah’s eyes were only half-opened, as her arms wrapped around her partner’s shoulders, as she relented to his bullshit suggestion to help save more water.
‘It’s what my father would’ve wanted.’ He’d said, making her laugh and cringe all at once.
But ultimately, Lone was right. It was over now, the Enclave was gone, the purifier was working like it was always meant to, like Lone’s father had always dreamed it would, and, for the first time in her living memory, Sarah Lyons could enjoy the luxury of a hot shower and a bit of relaxation.
Her partner joining her was just the polish on the sword, and this… Their hands roaming over her scarred skin, their lips pressing to hers in passionate clashes, the heat of the water raining down, making her breathless, making Lone look fevered and intense and wild for her– well, more so than usual– it was overwhelming in the best of ways.
Sarah felt as though she had to fight him back, or the ex-vaultie would consume her whole. She’d seen him in the field, knew what he was capable of, and it excited her.
One of her hands smoothed to the front of him, sliding easily over the wetness on his chest, before her fingers found their way to his collarbones, then up to the column of his throat. At the same time, her other hand eased its way down his body leisurely, delighting in the feel of his muscular form, in the ways he’d changed from how she first knew him.
He’d been soft upon their first meeting. Soft, scared, and more out of place than a molerat in a vertibird’s piloting seat.
Then Lone had made a name for himself, he’d hardened along with the landscape that became his new home, he grew closer to what she wanted, what she needed in her life-- what she hadn't known until she met him.
Sarah had thought the Brotherhood would be her companion forevermore, that the Pride would take the place of those relationships she saw blooming at random intervals among Brotherhood knights, but this… What she had with Lone wasn’t what she expected, wanted, even, but now that she had it, she wondered how she ever got by before.
What she and Lone shared, maybe it wasn’t absolutely necessary for her survival, but it made her feel alive like nothing else.
Even the rush of the battlefield didn't quite compare to this thrilling bliss.
Lone’s sounds left him in rough growls as her hand set more firmly over his throat, putting pressure there the way he liked, as her other hand journeyed over his heaving torso, and dipped down to brush over his stiffening erection.
A breathless chuckle left him, and Sarah felt her hand jostle at the bob of his Adam’s apple.
“Mm, Sarah…” It came out so husky already, and she’d barely started with him.
She felt Lone’s hands running up her body in-turn, one grasping at the softness of one breast, as the other dug its short nails into the small of her back, hauling her closer. Her grip only tightened in response, both at his cock and his neck, and Lone released another heady groan.
They knew how to play each other, like the feel of a laser rifle in hand, she knew him now. Lone’s ins and outs, what made him tick, how he operated, where exactly she needed to touch to get the exact response she craved.
“Fuck, baby, your hands are rough.” He growled it out like it irked him, but Sarah smiled at it all the same, and gave him another dizzying squeeze.
“Only to your smooth, baby skin, vaultie.” She chuckled, and saw an answering smile rise to his expression as more of a grimace.
“Just lucky we have all this water,” She continued, her voice low amid the hiss of the shower water hitting the concrete floor below. “Helping to ease my way over you. May not be so fortunate next time.”
“Mm, no.” Lone rasped as she began to work over his cock, using the little lubrication the water provided to work her calloused fingers over the grooves of his swollen shaft. “No, but I don’t– ah, you know I like it rough.”
“That’s what you say.” She teased as she blinked water droplets from her blonde eyelashes. “But it’s hard to believe when you never quit complaining about it.”
Sarah picked up her pace, pulsing her grip around his cock and his throat alike as she began to ease off his air supply, as she felt a tightening heat fill his member to bursting, as his tip began to leak a new kind of lubrication.
“Oh, Sarah,” She mocked him, “Too fast! Too tight, too hard! Mercy, please!” She saw him flinch, his hazy, distant eyes sparking with a good-natured annoyance at her teasing, even as his body started to tremble, as his face started to redden to that same deep color as his cock from the lack of air.
“Not like those silky, sweet hands of… Ah, shit, what was the girl’s name? Amanda?”
“Amat–” Lone tried, but Sarah’s grip melted his word into a helpless moan.
“Doesn’t matter.” She said with a shit-eating grin spread over her features, dulled only slightly by the arousal she felt at seeing her partner this way. “She’s not here now, is she? Nah, you’re stuck with the mean, gruff Brotherhood Sentinel, the one who makes you shake and plead until you're bursting at the seams.”
He damn-near whimpered at that, knowing it to be true.
God, I love when he gets like this.
Her strong, solid Brotherhood brother-in-arms, dissolved down to that sweet, soft vault boy she was remiss to fall for in the first place. Only around her could he let down his guard like this.
She’d been the first of the Brotherhood to meet him, after all, when he had been so oblivious to what he was that he didn’t feel the need to hide it behind that stoic, formidable exterior mask he plastered to himself all the time now.
She loved who he became, loved what he did for the Brotherhood, the CW, the whole entire Wasteland, and she respected the hell out of him for all of it, but… Still, in her own serious, level-headed heart, Sarah had a deep affection for that sweet, stumbling amateur she’d met those months ago.
My sweet Lone… she’d called him one night, brushing her fingers through his hair and feeling the fineness of it. He’d almost looked offended, until he shifted to look into her eyes. Then, Lone knew the truth of it.
She’d loved him all the while, long before she gave herself permission to.
“Please, Sarah.” He choked out around the pressure of her hand. It’d grown more firm without her realizing, her fingers squeezing the walls of his throat so tightly, she could hear the labor it took for him to haul in any semblance of oxygen.
She released her hold slightly, and felt his body heave as it drank in breath. His eyes regained some of their presence; though, now they threatened to roll back in his head as his muscles strained from the feeling of oxygen suddenly flooding into them.
His cock pulsed at the very same time, oozing his precum out over her fingers as his hips bucked, until the stream of the shower washed it away. The warm droplets pattered down like a massage, easing her own muscles while stimulating her partner at the very same time, as she kept the sensitive head of him tilted up to meet the pressure of the water raining down.
“Want to finish for me?” She prompted, her subconscious growing increasingly anxious at the amount of clean, fresh water vanishing down into the drain.
“Yes.” It came out weakly, and the gruffness had a chill erupting up her spine, spreading gooseprickles over her skin as it went. “Let me finish f-for you, Sarah.”
“Buck into me.” She commanded, and Lone instantly relented to her.
His hips clashed wildly into her touch, until the head of his cock was jamming into the skin just below her belly button. She clenched her hand tightly around him, gripping the loose skin until she felt it drag against her palm, until she saw the way his teeth gritted and his face grew dark with the overstimulation of her contact in addition to the distinct absence of oxygen.
“Close.” Lone choked, and Sarah felt his cock pulse in her hand again, this time overtly noticeable, even with the feel of the water battering her skin, she felt his hips tremble as they pushed forward into her, growing more frantic with each passing moment.
The water was growing cooler around her, but she wasn’t sure if it was the time they’d spent there in the shower, or the stifling heat of her own skin making it seem so.
Come on. Her mind urged, as her hand quickened, and as she heard her partner attempt to gasp, as his mouth opened in a silent, winded “O”, she released the pressure on his throat and cock all at once.
Her hand stayed around him on both accounts, but the oxygen flooding in, the lack of stalling pressure around the length of his cock, and he was at his release, gasping audibly this time as he sprayed enthusiastic ropes of his spend onto her belly. Lone’s whole body shook until he was falling against the metal wall behind him, with only Sarah’s hold to keep him standing.
His labored breaths, coming out as weak, raspy moans in his throat’s soreness, had her own arousal chomping at the bit within her, ready for her own bit of stimulation to send her over the edge after him.
I’ll have to wait though. No more wasting water, we’ve been selfish enough as it is.
She felt his member give one last pulse against the grip of her hand, before it softened, and she released him. Lone blinked at her, looking as though he’d just awoken. He was a sodden mess, hair dripping down into his tired eyes, hands shaking, shining chest heaving with his deep intakes of breath, his whole body glistening with shower water and sweat alike.
They allowed themselves both one final run of their hands, hers still firm as they wiped him down, helping to clean the remnants of their recent efforts from his skin, the same as his shaking hands did with her. She reveled in his touch as much as her conscience would allow, the feel of his body's light trembles in the aftermath, the delicate way he wove his fingers over her skin, that deep, genuine care in his fatigued expression.
Then the lever squealed as she reluctantly pulled her hand from him and turned the shower off, the pouring water sputtering as it came to a halt above them.
Lone’s hands were still on her though, grasping around her body, wantonly for the fact that he’d just orgasmed and looked more worn than an initiate after their first day at bootcamp. His fingers dipped between her legs briefly, and he felt her own enthusiasm there, present in the sticky wetness within her folds that had failed to wash off.
“Seems we’re not done yet…” Lone's voice rasped, tired still, but mischievous, and filled with lewd promises for what was to come.
Day 16 -- Reilly
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Semi-Public Sex with Reilly x M!Lone
I always felt like Reilly and Lone could develop a pretty interesting relationship, especially if Lone has the medicine capabilities to be the one to heal her in Underworld, so... This is just me exploring those musings 😊
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Included: Semi-Public Sex, goodbye sex, trust issues, medical recovery, guilt, new relationship, aftercare-ish, therapy.
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The fluorescent lights still blared down upon his glistening form, as Lone’s chest rose and fell in his exertion; but Reilly stayed low, hips pressed flush with his and her head bowing to take him in, to commit the details of his body to memory. His bright eyes and the hair threatening to cover them, his chest, broad, but soft where her hands splayed over him, that blemish upon his cheek he’d been fretting over all week long.
She would miss this.
One day soon, Reilly would have to part with him. For the good of her men, of the rangers, of all the people they were responsible for helping… But she couldn’t think of goodbyes now, not when he was being so… distracting.
“Damn, Riles, I can feel you clenching me.” He choked out, his voice raw, tired from heavy breathing and holding back any semblance of sound as best he could.
The residents of Underworld had plenty more to worry about than the young, promiscuous new couple in the infirmary, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have ears.
Already the pair had had more than their fair share of close calls, especially with Doc Barrows almost always in the office.
They were being stupid, Reilly knew. She should’ve never allowed this. To get mixed up with somebody she met only a few weeks ago, and only because he was watching her sleep before she got out of the coma. Yeah... there’s better ways to choose a partner, but hell, if she couldn’t see that regret, even with a super-powered scope right about now.
Lone thrusted up into her from below, his searing girth filling her to bursting with each enthusiastic buck of his hips. She ground down against him, meeting his rhythm blow for blow. Like a well-executed firefight, she moved when he did, followed the signals he gave to her, never allowed her attention to waver. She poured it into him until she was sure he was sated, and even more miraculous, Lone did the same.
Her lover’s conquests had rarely ended so well in the past.
And Reilly was still waiting for the damn thing to blow up in her face.
Only paying me the time of day to fuck me and then scoot, taking advantage of my injured state, gathering information for an interested party whose views didn’t align with those of the Rangers.
Could be any of those, and yet…
Even with all her doubts, her mistrusting nature, Lone had managed to claw his way into her thoughts, her feelings.
And he keeps this shit up, he might just stay there.
Reilly’s back arched, her head tilting back, a deep sigh escaping her lips to dance about the cool, infirmary air as Lone’s hand slid down from where he grasped her hips, down to set his thumb over her clit and rub.
“Easy, don’t want Barrows to come running again, sweetheart.” He said cheekily, and rather than shooting him the annoyed look she had ready in her arsenal, Reilly swooped her body down to capture his lips in a kiss. She ceased her bouncing over him, opting to thrust forward, grinding his hand beneath their bodies and stimulating herself all at the same time.
Lone groaned into her, his free hand going to wrap around the back of her neck and anchor her closer to his feverish kneading. His lips captured hers in a series of all-encompassing kisses, each growing more desperate than the last as she felt his cock swell and pulse within her clenching walls.
“Fuck, Lone…” Reilly whispered, appeasing his request for quiet as best she could with his cockhead beginning to rub so deliciously against that sweet spot deep inside her.
He hummed in satisfaction, honing in on that point as his momentum increased, as both hands returned to her hips to keep her steady as he ground up into her.
“‘M close.” Lone grunted, his brows furrowed and nose curled in a snarl as he tried to keep his release at bay, while all the same, pile-driving towards it without abandon.
“Me too.”
“Shit, well… ladies first.” Lone breathed, and Reilly would’ve laughed, if she hadn’t been busy gasping at the way he continuously plunged into her. The friction felt like it was enough to set her ablaze, her aching body was at the edge, ready to tap out from the overwhelming excitement of their union, but with one last, ardent press of himself to that sensitive place deep inside, and Reilly tipped over the edge.
Her sore body floundered and trembled above him, her walls gripping wildly around his aching erection until he felt fit to burst inside her. With a sudden rough haste, Lone’s hands wrenched Reilly upwards and off his throbbing cock just in time for it to spray his seed across his own stomach. The sudden friction against her over-sensitive walls as he pulled away sent Reilly into another fit of blissfully aching convulsions. Lone’s own body shook like a laboring machine beneath her, spilling out the last of his cum messily onto his torso.
Only as he came down from his high, did Lone notice the symphony of moans and breaths escaping his tense throat, and an exclamation mark formed quickly in his mind.
“Shh, hey, Mr. ‘Keep-Quiet,’” Reilly said from above him, her own orgasm faded enough from her body that she could feel the embarrassment all over again at the thought of Barrows finding them– hearing them– again. “Do you want every damn ghoul in the museum to hear you?”
“Alright, fine... You want me to be honest?” Lone’s eyes captured hers as he leaned back against the mattress, his muscles turning to static as the relaxed bliss settled within him.
Reilly looked down between them, down at his chest as it heaved against her own, feeling the subtle lift and fall of her body as his moved beneath it, feeling their shared slickness, the heat pouring from him to her, and vice versa.
It was reckless, maybe. It was pointless, too, probably. Getting mixed up with some ex-vault dweller while she was in hospital.
She only allowed herself to realize it after the fact, after weeks of this exciting routine they’d formed. A routine she… she knew she really had no right to.
After all, her mates were still out there in the CW somewhere; stranded, wounded, dead, maybe… and here she was, grinding wantonly against a man she’d only known for a couple weeks, laying her lips over his in an attempt to steal his voice from the sound-carrying walls of the infirmary of this… what the hell was Underworld considered, anyway? A town? An exhibit?
Right now it didn’t matter.
Lone had saved her life, had been there when she woke, and every day since. He’d told her he would help her, that he’d try to find her team, but she couldn’t ask him to do that.
What if he was hurt? What if he was killed? Reilly wouldn’t know the fate of him or her team, and even more than that, how the hell could she live with herself if something like that happened? If he died... because of her?
She knew, as solemn a thought as it was, she knew she already had blood on her hands in the form of her stranded Rangers. Sending Lone out there wouldn’t change anything.
It was the right choice. It was right to keep him here, by her side. Reilly told herself that every day, every hour of every day. It was right to wait it out, to stay here with Lone…
Because her own selfish desires weren’t a good enough reason to keep him here when she knows her people are out there, in need of help.
“Honestly?” Lone thankfully interrupted her thoughts. “I don’t really care if they hear.” He whispered, like it was the biggest, most sought-after secret in the Wasteland.
Reilly managed a smile, but her thoughts were still distant, distracted. More so every day she worried about her men, her team, every day that she felt stronger, more able, she convinced herself she could be out there trying to find them, help them. Then they could all be the Rangers again. What the hell kind of leader is she if–
“Reilly, you okay?” Lone’s concerned voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts, “Is– was something wrong?”
“No,” She said quickly, “It’s not you, Lone, it was great. You were great… Just stuck in my head a bit, that’s all. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for that, baby.” His little, reassuring smile sent a deep ache to her chest. “You want me to try and distract you again? Hm? I can probably rally…”
Reilly bit her lip at that, stuck between an amused smile and a repulsed frown.
She shouldn’t. Not again, not with him. Lone was… well, by any proper kind of standards, he really, truly was little more than a stranger to her. All their pet names, their wild romance, and still, what they were doing… it was no better than a series of one-night stands. Not to mention, with her condition, all this... activity was more than likely to be keeping her here longer than she had any right to. Especially with her men stranded–
God, she could go round and round in circles in her head for days.
And hell, she did.
Lone was the only relief from it, the only distraction that kept her catastrophizing at bay, that kept her from leaping out of this cot altogether and charging off into a fight she was bound to lose in the name of what? Loyalty? Courage?
Reilly didn’t need to do that. She’d proved both those qualities in herself half a dozen times for each of her teammates. She knew she had to stay here, knew she had to recover, knew that that was the only way to, at least partially, ensure her friends’ survival.
But then, why did she feel this way? This overwhelming guilt, uselessness, shame?
“You’re doing it again, sweetie.”
Lone’s hands stroked up Reilly’s bare back, drawing soothing circles over the clammy skin there, and leaving a crop of goosebumps in their wake.
“I’ll stop, okay? Stop with the jokes. Let’s just take a minute.”
I can’t. She wanted to croak out– no, she wanted to scream.
I can’t take a minute, or a second, or a moment of this. Of silence, of laying here and doing nothing but listening to the asshole in my head that blames me for getting hurt on the battlefield.
It was inevitable, she was sure. No way to predict the way the firefight played out. Not until it was too late, anyway.
God, here I go again. Enough with the thoughts, the questioning, the lingering on the past…
At least when they were fucking, as selfish and crass as it seemed, at least Reilly was doing something. She was working towards something, helping her partner feel good, giving him pleasure and praise, she was providing something for another.
It’s what she does.
It’s why she started the Rangers, how she found her teammates, how she convinced them to join her. By helping them, by being supportive and attentive. It’s why she exists here, now, in this fucked up reality, this hardened, savage world, because she can make it better dammit.
One small piece at a time.
“Breathe with me, Riles. Just… clear your head, okay?”
Reilly finally forced herself to exit the fog of her thoughts, focusing on Lone’s request with everything in her to keep that inner voice at bay, and with a sigh, she was able to manage what he requested.
Their bodies rose and fell against each other’s with each heavy breath, and Lone’s hands continued their soothing patterns over the skin of her back, until Reilly felt a peaceful fatigue drag at her eyelids.
“That’s good.” His voice whispered, a completely new quality to it than before. The throaty arousal had dissipated, and left behind a comforting, low drawl. “Let your eyes close, keep your thoughts blank. It’s just you and me here. Nothing else exists.”
His voice was all she allowed into or out of her head as she tried valiantly to obey his instructions, to keep her thoughts in the outskirts of her mind, to relax, for a change.
She’ll take a damn firefight over meditation any day, but this… Reilly had to admit, it felt… nice. Freeing.
“I can feel how your whole body is relaxing. You’ve gotten a little heavier now.” He chuckled out the last bit, the laughs sending ripples through her body as he jostled her.
“This feels much better, babe. Take another breath for me, and then hold it.”
She felt him take in air with her, both their chests puffing up with the volume of it.
“And now,” Lone said, his voice strained from the breath-holding, “Release.”
Embarrassingly, hers almost came out as a moan, the heavenly feeling of her taut muscles finally relaxing proving to be overwhelming in the moment.
“Beautiful.” He whispered from below, and Reilly allowed her eyes to blink open. Her gaze was still fuzzy with unfamiliar tranquility as she looked down at her unlikely partner with a soft grin.
“How the hell did you get so good at that?”
“Well, my dad was a doctor, and I was supposed to be the vault therapist, i-if I stuck around, so… Guess I just remember all the prep I did to get ready for my career.”
“A therapist, huh? That could really come in handy out here in the real world too, I think.”
“Yeah?”
She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or just genuinely curious, but... Well, wasn't what she said rather obvious? This fucked-up world? The people around them-- hell, her?
That may as well have been a session.
“Oh, yeah." Reilly decided to keep her voice neutral, not to hurt his feelings. After what Lone just did-- has been doing for her since she met him, it was the absolute least she could do. "Already could think of a dozen or so patients to line up."
He beamed at that, delightfully. It quickly became infectious, and she found herself mirroring his smile.
"You’ll tell me when you’re open, right?” She continued, her voice a hundred times lighter than the thoughts in her head had been, only moments ago.
“Well, I could open now… but, you know. Then I’d have to charge ya.”
Reilly rolled her eyes good-naturedly at that, and finally, felt calm enough to lay her head down and rest. Lone’s chest was warm beneath her cheek, and as she began to drift away, still, she felt his hands drawing sweet circles over her skin.
