#CW: inexperienced optimism

[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

[all-gabs-bloomic-fanfics]

There's an Elephant in the Room and It's as Big as Quest

Something's been weighing heavily on Quest's mind. So, he asks the server for their input!

What could that thing be?

This fanfic occurs after the timeline in canon. References xyx's occupation and Quest's backstory.

status: completed, plotless, bonus content

number of chapters: 1

Quest: i didn't realize keeping it a secret would be this heavy

nightowl: well, it's not your fault they didn't ask!!

NakedToaster: no shit. yeah??

onion: you mean, Quest didn't intend to make it a secret

nightowl: ??

we literally agreed?

onionthief: no, you're blaming the company. what i'm saying is, they're lucky Quest doesn't commit crimes anymore

nightowl: so...we agreed?

BIGLADY: XD

NakedToaster: you can't agree after abandoning Nathaniel

BIGLADY: Toaster, everyone changes. Quest, Nathaniel

even onion

xyx: lmfao

NakedToaster: whatever

we're straying from the topic

or are we done?

june: all in favor of Quest bringing it up to his employer

if only so he doesn't feel bogged down by (unnecessary) guilt,

say I!!

I!!

nightowl: I!!

onionthief: i

BIGLADY: I'M

SO SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU, QUEST

YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD

NakedToaster: geez, woman

BIGLADY: I!!!

salociN: life is too short ! I !!

nightowl: I!!

two2: not old enough to vote

nightowl: I!!

two2: but I!!

nightowl: I!!

nightowl: I!

nightowl: I!

NakedToaster: ...

...

ONLY so he doesn't feel bogged down by guilt

nightowl: I!!

xyx: if you ever need a knight in shining armor, legal-wise,

I

am here

BIGLADY: XD legal-wise

nightowl: I!

[certainheartrunaway]

Faster, More Contest-Friendly FT4 Digital Protocol to Debut in a Week

A new, speedier, more contest-friendly digital mode is just days away in beta version. WSJT-X Developers say serious work on the new FT4 protocol began shortly after the FT8 Roundup held last December 1 – 2. The goal was a mode that could compete with RTTY contesting in terms of contact rates, while preserving many of the benefits of FT8.

“Over the past month a small group of volunteers have been conducting on-the-air tests of FT4,” the WSJT-X Development Group — Joe Taylor, K1JT; Steve Franke, K9AN; and Bill Somerville, G4WJ — announced this week. “The early tests were very successful and helped us to make a number of important design decisions. We believe FT4 has considerable promise for its intended purpose.”

The developers say FT-4 soon will be ready for testing by a larger group and they’re seeking interested participants who can offer their “considered feedback.” They suggest reading The FT4 Protocol for Digital Contesting first.

According to the document FT4 is an experimental digital mode designed specifically for radio contesting that — like FT8 — uses fixed-length transmissions, structured messages with formats optimized for minimal contacts, and strong forward-error correction. Transmit-receive sequences are 6 seconds, making it 2.5 times faster than FT8 and about the same speed as conventional RTTY for radio contesting. FT4 can work with signals 10 dB weaker what would be required to decode RTTY while using much less bandwidth.

Transmissions last for 4.48 seconds, compared to 12.64 seconds for FT8. Modulation uses four-tone frequency-shift keying at approximately 23.4 baud, with tones separated by the baud rate. The occupied bandwidth is 90 Hz.

“We plan to post downloadable installation packages for WSJT-X version 2.1.0-rc5 (-rc versions are so-called “release candidate” software) on Monday, April 29,” the Development Group said. The FT4 Protocol for Digital Contesting document includes: 

Instructions for installing WSJT-X 2.1.0-rc5 and configuring FT4. 

FT4 operating instructions. 

A basic description of the FT4 protocol, modulation, and waveform. 

Detailed sensitivity measurements for FT4 under a wide variety of simulated propagation conditions. 

A schedule of upcoming test sessions. 

Source: ARRL

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[ageofwrathrpg]

Name: Marlena Morozova Age: 27 Ability: Telepathy Faction: ROSTEKS as an INTERROGATOR Faceclaim: Adria Arjona Availability: TAKEN 

THE STORY || CW: Death, Drugs, Torture, Violence

It was raining the night the little girl was born in the slums of La Perla, a neighbourhood situated within San Juan. A bad omen sounded as thunder cracked overhead, and only a mere suggestion of what was to come. Even at such a young age the girl seemed destined for nothing more than heartbreak, her mother dying only days after the girl was born, taken by childbed fever painfully in the night. No sympathy was given to the girl or her mother, the latter of which was an outcast in the small, human, devoutly Catholic community in which she had lived. There was no place for a bruja- witch- and there’d be no place for her kin either. Locals debated killing the baby, yet there was no way for them to know for certain the child was cursed with her mother’s power, and there were few who’d willingly have the blood of a newborn on their hands. So she was dumped, nameless, on the doorstep of the nearest orphanage for someone else to take care of. Marlena knows what you’re thinking (quite literally)- oh no, not another pitiful orphan who doesn’t belong and longs for a family of her own, right?

Wrong. This little girl belonged like a fish in water. Quickly snatched up by one of the many human gangs, she hastily adapted to life on the streets thieving from unwary tourists or smuggling drugs here and there. Dangerous, though eventually menial jobs carried out by a little girl with no traceable family and expendable life, doomed to have her body buried in an unmarked grave- if she was lucky enough to have a burial at all. Unfortunately, good things aren’t made to last, and when her telepathic abilities came to light shortly after her eleventh birthday did Marlena realise that true danger had only just began. This persecution of people like her has spread to every corner of the globe, and Marlena quickly turned from a useful asset to another bruja to be dealt with. Quick and brutal. The gang she’d spent her childhood running with turned on her, and in all it’s uncontrolled, inexperienced glory Marlena used her power against them. Messily rifling through thoughts, planting memories and erasing whatever would get her killed. A wicked, cunning girl, Marlena fled.

It was from here onwards that Marlena bounced from place to place, gang to gang and name to name, unable to settle for long. There was too much danger, too much hatred against people such as herself. Marlena got by, using her telepathy and sheer force of will to carve out some semblance of a living- even if the money was dirty and illegally sourced. Humans- filthy, ruthless humans- forging her into a creature of anger which steadily grew to hatred and unending, bubbling rage.

She masterfully built up her mental armoury until her telepathic ability was the only weapon she needed. Able to create and destroy memories, project thoughts and take what she wanted, Marlena considered herself to be untouchable for a while. She could afford to be a little more reckless, a little more careless as she used her telepathy to get whatever she wanted, and eventually her travels landed her in Russia, where she took on her new identity as Marlena Morozova. Yet she’d acquired a taste for danger, at pushing herself and boundaries, and found herself in the clutches of anti-Vila humans.

Kidnapped, tortured, beaten and humiliated. Marlena endured days of unimaginable pain until finally she snapped, no- broke seems a better word, and unleashed herself upon the humans that had held her captive. Using her telepathy and the final dregs of her strength, she destroyed those that had wronged her and anyone else that got in her way. It was easy, pulling apart their feeble minds, and she loved it. Sadistic perhaps, but she didn’t care. A thirst for violence is an acquired taste, but Marlena would happily drink her life away.

When she was done, Marlena stumbled into the night, near-dead and exhausted in a country who’s language she’d only just learnt and who’s people wanted her dead. It was the Rostek’s who found her, frozen and bleeding, and Marlena was healed up by Isadora Rozovsky. From then on she knew she belonged, a group of like-minded Vilas together against the human race, and Marlena’s telepathy and brutality make her a vital asset to the Rosteks.

THE CHARACTER

Kind, gentle and serene are not words used to describe Marlena Morozova. She’d sooner cut the tongue out of the whoever uttered those words alongside her name. Ruthless, merciless and fearless are more apt. Marlena prides herself on cunning and efficiency in what she does; offend or dismiss her and she’ll wait until you’re at your most vulnerable to strike. Friendliness isn’t necessarily in her nature, though she has a sarcastic if not painfully blunt sense of humour. An undeniably haunted young woman, Marlena has mastered the art of deception and destruction, praying on people’s deepest fears and projecting them back when she interrogates. Her recklessness is her weakness, and Marlena often pushes the boundaries to not only see what she can do, but also what she can get in return.

CONNECTIONS

Isadora Muratovna Rozovsky - The first Rostek Marlena came into contact with. The woman healed her, recruited her to the Rostek cause- not that it required much convincing. Marlena has a respect for Isadora she doesn’t necessarily have for others, and though she’d never say it aloud, Marlena is beyond thankful for Isadora’s healing hands, and would likely lay her life on the line for the woman that saved not only her body, but gave Marlena a purpose in her otherwise futile life.

Boris Mihailovich Polzin - Marlena had looked to Boris as some sort of comfort when she’d first arrived with the Rosteks, though the only thing she knew they had in common was that they could both speak Spanish. That was good enough for Marlena for a while, though she developed a new appreciation for the man when he sold her drugs, the woman using stimulants in an attempt to keep exhaustion taking a hold.

Marko Aleksovich Yelchin - He’s too fucking happy. It grates on Marlena, the optimism and laughter and just general upbeat persona. He’s not her kind of person, and she highly doubts she’s his. Opposites attract, and she’ll not deny she likes his appearance. But that still doesn’t mean Marlena won’t take his happiness and squash it, using whatever means necessary.

Natalia Pavelovna Lazareva - Marlena will have whatever Natalia is having; the woman encompasses everything Marlena aspires to be. Cold, merciless steel- with power too. Marlena has goals and ambitions, even if they are somewhat twisted, and Natalia’s right where Marlena would love to be. For Marlena the lines between envy and admiration are blurred when it comes to the right hand.

[[ More Connections ]]

ETC

Marlena has never fought with a weapon much larger than a knife, relying entirely on her telepathy to break her enemies down bit by bit. Be it shifting memories, projecting thoughts, or destroying them completely, Marlena has mastered telepathy and makes a dangerous opponent.

Having never been given the chance until now- be it due to lack of funds, housing or time- Marlena has found an insatiable love for clothes. Always well-dressed and impeccable in her appearance, Marlena has expensive taste.

She prefers her addictions to be stimulants, taking anything from amphetamine and cocaine to a simple cup of coffee or a cigarette. A woman who never really stops, Marlena finds herself relying more and more on substances to keep her on form.

Marlena doesn’t like cheese unless it’s on pizza or pasta, and there’s a good chance she’s lactose intolerant.

All Marlena wants now that she has a stable home within the Rostek manor is a dog. She loves dogs, though would quite happily kill anyone she sees mistreating an animal- no matter what the species.

[all-gabs-bloomic-fanfics]

Warning Tags

Note: NOT ALL of my fanfics will have each of the content warnings listed here; it varies per fanfic.

I'm just providing this list so you know whether to add them to your filter settings here on Tumblr.

#CW: foul language

#CW: name-calling

#CW: past violence

#CW: assault

#CW: stalking

#CW: mentions of cheating

#CW: implied sexual content

#CW: laughter

#CW: affirmations

#CW: asystemic optimism - explanation: Systemic pessimism is not something easily solved by being told, "you're worthy," etc. because personal/asystemic pessimism isn't the problem. Personal/asystemic optimism may address personal pessimism (e.g. lack of confidence in oneself) but not systemic pessimism (i.e. lack of confidence in policies and how things work) and may put the affected person in a position of reassuring those around them while glossing over their concern. A concrete example: Quest's problem in There's an Elephant in the Room and It's as Big as Quest isn't just that he "lacks confidence" or "hasn't forgiven himself;" it's that there's a very real prejudice/stigma against his past. Reducing the systemic problem to a personal/asystemic one not only leaves the issue unsolved, but also makes it a non-issue (invalidated) and tends to make the troubled person ironically take the role of comforting the asystemic optimist.

Is there a tag not listed here? You can try to pre-empt it since my CW tags follow the same format:

#CW: inexperienced optimism - explanation: Inexperienced optimism is optimism coming from someone who hasn't been in the character's shoes. For example, it's easy to tell someone it will be okay if you aren't suffering in the same specific way they are. Do I recommend blocking this tag? Not really, unless you relate to the main character of the story, or you dislike inexperienced optimism in general. For example, if reader A has never been convicted, they'll see the server interaction as cute and wholesome. But if reader B has been convicted and gotten discriminated for it, it might not be as wholesome for them. At the same time, reader A might not appreciate inexperienced optimism regarding relationships while reader B does. If either reader blocks the tag, they might miss out on something that's not even disturbing for them. CW: inexperienced optimism is a general warning tag, not independent of context. I'd make specific sub-tags (e.g. CW: inexperienced optimism: crime) but either I need more fanfic to use that tag on, or just have statistically considerable reach.

#CW: detached optimism - explanation: It's similar to inexperienced optimism, but this time it's from someone who was in the character's shoes a long time ago. When time passes, wounds are no longer fresh, pain no longer stings. So even though you have been there once, you're no longer emotionally familiar with the situation. You might remember feeling sad in the past, but you're not feeling sad remembering that you were sad. You're detached. This is how detached optimism can be disturbing content.

#CW[colon][space][disturbing content], or

#CW[colon][space]mentions[space]of[disturbing content]

Note that "mentions" is plural, not singular, regardless of how many mention/s there are/is of whatever content.

Did you add a tag to your filtered words but it's not being used on the blog? You can suggest tags via asks. Don't forget to specify the specific fanfic/s you think the tag should be on, or whether it's a general suggestion. Especially if you have a somewhat niche trigger, take advantage of the anonymous ask feature. IDC if you're open about the things that affect you; anonymous ask is there, so just use it.

[certainheartrunaway]

Wouxun KG-UVN1 Dual Band DMR Review

MAIN  FUNCTIONS

3072 Channels

1024 Contacts

255 Receiving Groups

250 Zones

16 Scan List

Radio ID

Radio TX Contacts

Duan Band and Dual Display

Radio Color Code

Support Frequency Mode

Program Key

Digital Voice Encryption

Emergency Alarm

VOX Function

Priority Channel

Scan TX Designated Channel

Low Battery Power Off

One Touch Access / Talk Around

Radio Program Password

Menu Encryption or Menu Hide

Power Save Mode

Group Scan

Tail Elimination

Text Message

Radio Disable or Enable

Lone Work

ARTS Function

Flash Light

Call Alert

CTCSS Encoding and Decoding , Support Non Standard

Digital Channel Recording , Continuous Record 8 Hours

Play Recording File

Customerized Radio Interface

DTMF Encoding and Decoding

Transmit Time-out Alert

FM Radio

Fimware Upgradable

TECHNICAL  SPECIFICATION

Intergration    Frequency Range 136-174MHz , 400-480MHz , (FM) 65-108MHz    Channel Number 3072    Operating Temperature -20℃～+40℃    Antenna Resistance 50Ω    Working Voltage 7.4 VDC    Weight 300 g    Size 64 x 41 x 130 (mm)

Receiver    Analog Receive Sensitivity 0.25µV@12dB SINAD    Digital Receive Sensitivity 0.25µV(BER:5%)    Adjacent Channel Selectivity ≤60dB@12.5KHz    Audio Response +1dB~-3dB    Audio Distortion ≤5%    Audio Power 1W    Inter Modulation ≥65dB

Transmitter    FM Modulation 12.5KHz : 11KOF3E , 25KHz : 16KOF3E    4FSK Digit Modulation 12.5KHz(Data Only) : 7K60FXD 12.5KHz(Data+Voice) : 7K60EXE    Adjancent Channel Power ≤-60dB    Frequency Stability ±1 PPM    Audio Distortion ≤5%    Vocoder Type AMBE+2TM    Audio Response +1dB~-3dB    Digital Protocol ETSI-TS102 , 361-1 , 361-2 , 361-3    Bit Error Ratio ≤5%    Modulation Limit ±2.5KHz@12.5KHz    Output Power UHF(H : 4W , L : 1W) , VHF(H : 5W , L : 1W)

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Djibouti J20DX IOTA DXpedition Thwarted by Bureaucracy

Djibouti J20DX IOTA DXpedition operators Col McGowan, MM0NDX; Jonathan Bowes, MM0OKG, and Christian Cabre, EA3NT, have thrown in the towel on their efforts to operate from two infrequently activated African islands — Moucha Island (AF-053) and the very rare Sept-Frères (AF-059). Their J20DX operation was set to run from April 16 – April 21, but McGowan’s and Bowe’s radio equipment was impounded by customs upon their arrival at the airport, despite the fact that Cabre had cleared customs smoothly 2 days earlier. The team had “official radio licenses being issued by Djibouti Telecom” permitting them to operate radio without any conditions, they reported on the J20DX website.

The operators were told that the Djibouti security agency would make a decision on whether they could obtain necessary authorization to retrieve their equipment, but time wore on along with official inertia. Due to time constraints, the delay quashed plans to activate AF-059.

“Nobody is more disappointed about that than us,” they said on their website Wednesday, expressing optimism that they would still be able to be active from Moucha or Maskali Island AF-053 and remain until Friday evening or Saturday morning. “Of course, this depends on the aforementioned bags being released by custom officials,” they added.

Still without all their gear, on April 18, they made the crossing to Moucha Island, picked a location to set up, and immediately assembled antennas for 20, 17, and 15 meters.

“Literally 5 minutes before the first CQ from AF-053, we received a phone call from National Security saying signatures were needed for the authorization letter to permit us to collect our impounded gear,” the J20DX team recounted. “This same letter would also allow us to depart Djibouti without any more issues at airport customs. However, we had to return to the mainland to get the letter.”

With the weekend in Djibouti being Friday and Saturday, this Thursday would be their last chance to obtain the important authorization letter prior to heading home. “Before we had even started, teardown began. Yes, we left the island 2 hours after arriving. AF-053 is now also cancelled,” they announced.

Upon reaching the National Security offices, the team said, unfortunately, “no authorization letter [was] to be seen.”

Source:ARRL

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ARRL and FCC Sign Memorandum to Implement New Volunteer Monitor Program

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ARRL and the FCC have signed a Memorandum of Understanding (MOU) that paves the way to implement the new and enhanced Volunteer Monitor program. The m... Read more

Commemorative Icom Hamvention® 2019 Swag Kit

April 16, 2019 No comments

Attention all hams. Be one of lucky the winners to receive a commemorative Icom Hamvention® 2019 Swag Kit. Sign up today to be entered into the drawin... Read more

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Digital Modes

FT8 Performance Secrets

April 10, 2019 No comments

“Neil investigates what really matters when you are aiming for the ultimate performance with FT8 and other digital modes. He demonstrates and ex... Read more

15 Things I’ve Learned About FT8

March 26, 2019 No comments

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Propagation

Lyrid Meteors Come, Bright Region Leaves 04.18.2019 -Space Weather News

April 18, 2019 No comments

“Space Weather quiets down this week though we continue to get hit with sporadic pockets of fast solar wind. Activity could increase at high lat... Read more

Big sunspot AR2738 is crackling with B-class solar flares.

April 12, 2019 No comments

B IS FOR “BOMB”: Big sunspot AR2738 is crackling with B-class solar flares. This morning in France, astrophotographer Philippe Tosi caught... Read more

App - Mobile

DroidRTTY – RTTY for Ham Radio App Android

January 08, 2015 No comments

  Ham Radio App DroidRTTY is an application to decode and encode Ham Radio RTTY with the build in microphone/speaker or wired to your radio. A wa... Read more

Architecture of Radio APP [ Video´s ]

March 09, 2016 No comments

Architecture of Radio Architecture of Radio is a neat app, showing you what the world of radio “would” look like, if you could see in the... Read more

RFinder – The World Wide Repeater Directory kicks BrandMeister up a notch. DMR without CodePlugs!

November 08, 2016 No comments

RFinder has worked with the DMR network Brandmeister to create new usability enhancements. The new dashboard just released includes coverage maps gene... Read more

RUMlogNG2Go for iOS version 3.3 now available

February 03, 2017 No comments

Thomas Lindner, DL2RUM, is happy to announce the availability of version 3.3 of his RUMlogNG2Go logger for the iPhone and iPad.  RUMlogNG2Go can be do... Read more

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