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Short chapter, yeah, but Vulpes will be getting into his new role next time.

amazingly written, a!a!!

Alexia sprawled out on the couch as she watched Vulpes work, wiping dust off of any surface that dust could settle on. Many of them the courier wouldn't even have considered. He was standing on a chair, trying to dust the lights and had burned his fingers already when he misjudged how long it took the bulbs to cool off. He'd place the blame for that on her for distracting him.

"Why are you trying to dust all the way up there?"

Vulpes waved an airborne dust bunny out of his face. "Alexandria, look," he unfolded the dust rag for her to see. He'd folded it several times over to get the most use out of it, and was almost out of surface area. "If I started lower, all the dust that isn't on this rag would then cover everything I'd already dusted. It's efficient." He didn't mention that he wanted this to be done as soon as possible, but they both understood that.

Of course he would assume this was a one-time "clean the entire casino" deal.

Vulpes always had a plan. In fact, he had a very good plan for escape that was foolproof. The only snag was that it required however long it would take the courier to fully drop her guard around him. He glanced over at Alexia without turning his head. She had been lying face-down on the bed, an old magazine in front of her face. But as soon as he looked towards her, her eyes were locked with his. It didn't seem like he could escape her notice. No one could, really. So he continued, trying not to think as he got into a rhythm.

Eventually he reached Alexia's room again. She had pointed him to the guest room once he had finished putting away her vast collection of armor. That hadn't done much for the overall state of the room though. She wanted everything cleaned, and, as annoyed as he was at the idea of picking up after her, he felt uncomfortable just being in the room. He got to work.

There were several small stacks of books, as if the courier had chosen several different spots to sit and read, and had just left the books there. He moved them to a somewhat clean corner, stacking them back up neatly and in taller stacks. He smiled to himself as he saw the progress already.

Next largest items next, bottles. Way too many empty soda bottles, especially when he had seen a bin in the kitchen specifically for storing them to be reused.

Anything that was left now seemed to be small pieces of scrap. Bottle caps, bobby pins, various ammo cases, what seemed to be an unfinished game of 52 card pickup...

Several things caught his eye. The Platinum Chip was one of them. What it was doing on the floor under several piles of junk, he didn't know. He set it on top of the small desk by the door, hoping Alexia had just misplaced it and wasn't actually using the floor as storage for it. The second thing was Caesar's Mark. He'd be offended if this wasn't apparently the spot on the floor that she placed only her most important items in.

Vulpes stepped back to survey his work. Now the room looked only as bad as the rest of the suite did before he had started. The clutter he could understand. Alexandria might have simply been incapable of organizing her things. It was a flaw, but a relatively normal one. What he couldn't get was just how much dust and dirt there was.

Shelves were soon dusted, every inch of the carpeting was vacuumed, and overall Vulpes was pleased with himself, and felt he could now sit down with minimal disgust.

Alexia looked around, running fingertips along now dustless surfaces. "Wow, you could eat off the floors in here."

Vulpes rolled his eyes, as it was obviously she at least sat on the floor to eat snacks. "Yes, but don't. I'd just have to clean them again that much sooner."

She shrugged, before turning around to face him, and he swore he could see her thoughts behind her eyes. "Hey, speaking of eating, do you know how to cook?"

Not gonna lie, a man who knows how to cook is simply... *sighs*
*stares into distance*
*salivates*

All fallout het is bad and gross but this one especially cause you can't possibly write anything but tehee 1950s housewife who wants a big strong husband to protect her you sexist dumbfuck

All fallout het is bad and gross

hets should just accept that all fallout het is bad and gross

What's gross is someone who can't stand seeing people who aren't exactly like them.

What's gross is someone who is so threatened by people enjoying things they don't personally enjoy----it's like you believe someone reading het means you're less valid as a person. And that's weird as fuck. You can love het all you want and that doesn't negate my love of femmeslash. You can enjoy whatever kink kinks your kink and mine will still be fine and dandy.

Don't like het. Don't read it. Don't like slash. Don't read it.

All fallout het is bad and gross

And when you spam like this, people don't feel safe to post anything. Do you like slash fic? Femmeslash? Guess what, you pretty much kill the kinkmeme for those writers too.

Is that what you're going for? Make it so no one posts anything ever again. Or is it just bragging rights so you can say you broke something people used to care about?

This is the best thing I've ever read in ages.

Good job, Anon! Keep ’em coming!

My autocorrect kept trying to make that “Keep me coming.” Naughty naughty.

In agreement with the other commenter: Damn, yeah! I also want to play some Fallout 3 right now. For unwholesome reasons.

Does anybody remember the raider brothel in that game? I was just reading at The Vault (imo the better Fallout wiki) that according to cut content for Fo3 the player would’ve been able to join the raider faction. Has anyone written smut taking place there? I’ll try to search for myself but I suck at teh internets. And maybe it’s somewhere not searchable or where I wouldn’t think to check like Literotica but not labeled Fallout fanfiction—I was referred to a good one there like that ages ago.

Absolutely wonderful. Thanks for writing and sharing this, Anon. I wish I could write this well. (I’m trying to get better but I’m garbage.)

If you ever notice this comment, could you please link to other stuff you’ve written? I’ll try searching on my own too, it’s just worth asking. I kinda prefer stuff from the source. Other anons, if you know of anything else they’ve written please tell me.

omg I cackled the whole way through this, this was fantastic. Arcade you little piece of shit....

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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

A!A here

Re: Eyes on Fire [1/1]

200 Years of Dust - F!Courier/Vulpes (4/?)

Re: 200 Years of Dust - F!Courier/Vulpes (4/?)

Re: Silver Tongue [1a/?]

Re: F!LW and Ahzrukhal

Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 1/?

Re: F!LW/Butch

Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 1/?

Re: F!LW/Gob - spanking

Re: Fallout 3: F!LW/Brock

Re: Fallout 3: F!LW/Brock

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RE: The sniper rifle.

RE: Decomposition, 4/4

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Intensive Care [1b/1]