Is That A Threat?
Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 500
episode 4 really did something to me!! no spoilers for the show, just cooper and reader out in the wasteland together being filthy and flirty🤎
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, rope restraints, just some tension loaded flirting
"Boy, you just aren't afraid of me at all, are ya?"
Cooper flicked the brim of his hat with a gloved finger, his deep set eyes meeting yours, squinting slightly as the unbearable glint of the sun obstructed his vision. Despite the jovial undertone of his words you could tell that he was, even slightly, put out by this fact. Fear was one of his strongest tools. It gave him his power, and he wanted to be able to exert that over you, even just a little bit. So you shuffled your feet in a false display of naiviety, kicking up the dry dust.
"Should I be? I mean... are you going to shoot me, Mister Howard?"
"I was more thinking that maybe you should be afraid of my demeanor, or at least my looks, little lady. But you should always be afraid of me shooting you..."
He raised the shotgun, pointing the barrell at your chest, winking as he aimed, his finger far away from the trigger.
"...That is a permanent source of danger."
With an eyebrow raised, you took a delicate step forward, everything else about the wasteland blurring around you as your attention focused on the ghoul who stood before you, casting a still and steady shadow on the wall behind him. It only moved when he shifted back a step, keeping the distance between you both.
"Is that a threat, Coop?"
"You’re getting’ to be awful Informal, missy."
"I think we're past formalities, don't you?"
You raised your hands, ready to grip the lapels of the tattered, leather duster coat he wore, but Cooper was quicker than you. In what felt like the length of time it took you to blink, albeit a slow and sultry one, you could feel the ropes of his lasso around your wrists, tightening, sharp on your sensitive, sun damaged skin.
"We ain't past nothin' yet, darlin'... not till I know you can behave the way I expect you to. Now can you do that?"
Sinking to your knees before him, you rested your fingers against the buckle of his belt, leaning towards him, mouth slightly open. But your attention was pulled from the tenting at the front of his dusty, worn pants as his gloved finger settled under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his, deep set eyes surrounded by wrinkled, leathery skin, worn with the sun and his deceptive age.
Knowing what he expected, how he liked it, you pulled what little saliva you had left in your mouth, sucking it from your cheeks and letting it spill out in a pathetic drop over your lips.
"That's a good girl right there. Won't have to punish you at all if you keep that up."
"That a threat, Coop?"
His thumb tapped the barrell of the gun on his hip.
"It is indeed, darlin'. It is indeed."
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Over the years the Fallout fandom definitely has slowly crept further into a “moral high ground over suspension of disbelief” space. I see a lot of people discussing their opinions of Fallout through the lens of their own personal morals that they’d apply to their own life, which is… Strange to me. I feel like dystopian media especially is not the sort of thing you should be judging by your own real life standards. Most things in Fallout are extreme. Most of the factions do extreme things. A lot of the things people do in Fallout would be considered inhumane, cruel or uncanny by modern standards. Because it’s a post-apocalyptic dystopia.
This isn’t me saying “everyone in Fallout is evil, stop expecting otherwise,” because I don’t believe that to be the case. Even good-willed people in Fallout do shit that would be considered extreme by modern standards. I just see a lot of people shying away from discussing the “grittier” aspects of the franchise because it might for whatever reason imply you condone those things in real life.
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