#bud cooper

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 3. - Breeding / degrading.

Bud Cooper x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Breeding + degrading + age gap. (Early 20's + late 30's) (+18)

Important writers note. Since Suburbicon is set in 1959 you can guess it right, this is kinda misogynistic lol, there's a bit of dub-con with the breeding part.

Word count. 2k.

Summary. Bud is dying to make you a mommy.

Kinktober masterlist.

Bud was sweet, well, most of the time. You just weren't used to accepting the idea that sometimes he seemed to be obsessed with you.

Flowers, cards, expensive gifts. Having a boyfriend with a job was more fun than you thought, but at the same time, you had to deal with the burden of an older man with completely different aspirations from yours.

You loved him, and he undoubtedly loved you, but did you love him enough to set aside your life plans?

Attending college was a huge privilege, the idea of getting a job, your own apartment. You never saw yourself as a housewife, although you didn't judge those who made that choice; many of your girl friends were living a dream life that way.

And you weren't a fan of kids.

Oh, and weddings were too expensive to even consider.

Needless to say, it was the opposite of what Bud wanted for you. Well, for him. Or should you say, for the both of you, maybe?

"How was work?" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed his lips. As usual, the only thing between you two was a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful sunflowers that matched the aesthetics of your room perfectly.

"They're considering me for a promotion." The tip of his nose rubbed against yours, making you laugh. "You should think about... you know, what we've talked about."

You pursed your lips, shaking your head afterward.

"No." You had lost count of how many times you had to repeat this. "I've already told you, love. No marriage, no engagement, no living together, and no kids until I finish college." You knew the dialogue by heart, and he probably did too.

He groaned, a little pout appearing on his lips.

"People talk," he whispered before kissing your lips again. Ah, you knew that by heart as well; it wasn't very difficult for him to distract you from the main topic.

Ever heard the popular saying "Small town, big hell"? Turns out, for the whole neighborhood, your relationship was more than scandalous. Bud already had a reputation due to his recent divorce, and you had managed to make it even worse with what everyone considered "progressive" ideas for the 50s.

You weren't married, everyone knew that, and you weren't in the process of getting married because every time you attended a boring neighborhood party, they always checked your hands and your partner's hands as a way to confirm that there was no ring yet. But still, you never hid the liberties of your relationship.

You spent whole nights at his apartment, the old lady from the house around the corner always spied on you when you left in the early hours or even in the mornings, with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and smeared lipstick all over your mouth.

The public displays of affection were on your part, although it was difficult for him to give in a little, he later understood that you did not have to be a prude in front of people, in fact, he started to enjoy the way in which people stopped to look. how you devoured his mouth against his car and how it brought moans from your throat because of the way his big hands squeezed your waist as if you were going to get away from him.

He loved your cherry flavored lip gloss and letting everyone know you were his.

"They've always talked." You lowered the bouquet of flowers, placing them on the dining table as his hands traveled the same path over and over, from your hips to your waist. "You know it's not what I want."

He sighed but gave you the same defeated smile as always.

"I know." He took just two steps closer until your body was against the table. "I've got the migraine of the century."

You chuckled. You already knew what that meant.

"And how could I solve that?"

With little effort, he sat you on the edge of the table, and your hands traveled down his chest, brushing his abdomen until they reached the edge of his pants. You tugged at the fabric until his hips were comfortably positioned between your legs.

“You know well what I want.” It was the last thing he whispered before his mouth was on yours, kissing you wetly and desperately.

It was no different than other times, you would never have guessed that Bud had a mission for that night.

While he was nibbling on your lower lip your hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, you were never going to get tired of admiring his body, muscles and tanned skin were the perfect combination, although this time he was so focused on your mouth that you couldn't move away to do it this time.

His fingers slowly lifted the hem of your mini skirt, the one that made older women look at you with disdain in the streets, the one that he loved so much. Bud only pulled away from your lips when he wanted to, looking down as his thumb brushed the center of your panties.

"Look at that." He whispered, applying more pressure with his thumb. “You're wet from just a couple of kisses."

You nibbled on your already swollen and red bottom lip, your eyes not leaving him for a single second.

“You are such a whore, you know that, sweetheart?” You whimpered as his thumb began to trace small circles over your still covered clit.

You felt how your little pussy throbbed around nothing. 'Whore' was a word that you knew was constantly floating around town to refer to you, it was fucking hot when your boyfriend used it before fucking your brains out.

You nodded slowly and bit back the urge to smile.

“So desperate.” You felt him teasing your hole with his middle finger, wetting your underwear even more as he pressed the fabric against the exact spot your slick ran from.

You sighed and your hands rested on the table for some support while you held your legs open for him. His gaze was still fixed on his hands against your puffy little pussy lips, marking the line between them with his fingers.

“People talk.” He repeated what he had said minutes before. “They talk about what a whore you are for letting yourself be fucked without being married to me.” You thrust your hips forward in desperation when his hand finally slipped under your underwear. You needed him.

“I know y-you love it.” You whispered with a breathy voice. “Letting everyone know I'm nothing but your slut.”

That was enough for him, you knew how to drive him crazy with a flutter of your eyelashes, even more so with a couple of words. He stopped touching you, and you were about to complain until you saw him unbuttoning his pants to give you what you really wanted.

It was your hand that delicately helped him position his cock between your legs. The head pressing against your hole after only pushing your underwear aside.

"This is what you want?" No matter how much he pressed he just didn't thrust into you, a few nights ago you had realized how much he liked to push you to your limit.

“Bud, p-please.”

"Sorry?" You saw the corner of his mouth twitch with the threat of a smile.

"Please please." You whispered, your pleading eyes boring into him.

"Please what?"

“Please fuck me, please, please.” You pushed your hip further to the edge of the table, not even with the pressure of your body you could make him continue. "I need it."

“Yeah? You do?” He cooed, a mocking pout on his face.

“I beg you.” You whimpered, your high pitched voice getting more demanding.

He clicked his tongue and in one thrust he buried himself in you, fulfilling your pleas in one expert movement.

“It doesn't matter h-how many…” He stammered as his fingers dug into your thighs. “How many damn times do I try to stretch you out.” He started with a slow rhythm, strong and deep, enough to use his own hands as a method to keep your body from sliding back on the table. “You are still so fucking thight, baby.”

Your hands traveled to your breasts, squeezing them over the fabric of your sweater, giving him a bit of a show before taking it off.

Ah yes, the fact that you didn't wear a bra was also something that attracted glances on the streets.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned enough so that he could bury his face between your breasts, licking his lips before beginning to place wet kisses on your soft skin. “Fuck, I want to marry you.”

His voice almost sounded pleading as your fingers ruffled his hair and pushed him even closer to you. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as his hips slammed into you again and again in a desperate rhythm.

“Please, please.” He whispered against your skin. “Please, marry me.” You were too cock drunk to think or speak clearly, you just nodded even though he couldn't see you.

It didn't take long for Bud to find that spot inside you, you moaned as loudly as you wanted, your back arching as if your body was begging to be as attached as it could be to his.

“Be my wife, baby.” You recognized well the way his voice broke, he was close.

He rested his chin on your chest and looked up. His eyes looked bigger from that position, it was stupidly adorable.

“P-Pull out.” You whispered between whimpers, your forehead resting against his.

Who were you trying to fool? You both loved each other so much it hurt.

He didn't obey you, his movements became more abrupt and you heard the table creak under your body along with the slap of your skin against his.

He was fucking you merciless.

“B-Bud.” You patted his cheek, trying to get his attention. “A-Ah, shit. P-Pull out.”

He dragged his hand up your thigh slowly until he reached between your legs, he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit making you see stars.

“Bud!” You exclaimed loudly, your entire body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, y-yes, God, yes.”

“You are going to be such a pretty mommy.” His nose brushed against yours as he straightened his back, seeking to be at your height.

You wanted to refuse, you really wanted to tell him to stop but your body was at his mercy, begging for more.

Praying he wouldn't get out of you.

“You want me to pull out, sweetheart?” He took your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it and giving it a little tug before releasing it. “Tell me, do you want me to?”

Only moans came out of your mouth, shouting Bud's name and the word 'more' over and over again.

"I thought so." A delicate kiss on your lips. And another, and another, and another, and another. “You want my baby, don't you?”

You weren't thinking, you really weren't when you nodded.

A smile appeared on his face, accompanying his flushed cheeks and bright eyes.

It only took two more thrusts for you both to reach the limit, for the first time you felt the pleasure of being filled to the brim by him as your walls squeezed every last drop out of him. The warm liquid running down your thighs as your insides couldn't take any more.

“You are such an…” One more thrust silenced you, the way he pushed his spend deeper inside you. “Idiot.” You whispered, closing your eyes at the sensitivity of your body.

“You should start thinking about names.” His teasing smile made you want to punch him, but the soft, slow movement of his hips made you want to ask for more. “What do you say, love?” He pretended to pay attention to your babbling. “Yes, I think so too.”

He kissed your lips once, twice, three times.

“I'm not sure one is enough either.”

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ngl, i kinda liked this one lol

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse: Bud Cooper

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Bud Cooper x F!Reader, throughout the series: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

Warning: a bit of period typical sexism, reader is pregnant

Series Masterlist

When you kick the blankets off you, your eyes widento see your round belly. Oh shit. Oh fuck. You were pregnant.

Not Marc notices you just sitting there and came back to you with concern, "You okay? Is the baby okay?" He kneels down and gently presses a hand to your stomach, "You okay, princess? You giving mommy some trouble this morning?"

"We're having a girl?" you ask in disbelief.

Not Marc's brows furrow, "Yeah. We found out weeks ago, remember?" he reaches up and places the back of his hand to your forehead, "You're not feeling warm. Do you feel dizzy or anything?"

You shake your head, "No. No, it's-I had a weird dream. I suppose I'm just trying to make sure this isn't another one."

Your supposed husband shakes his head, "It's not, honey. I'm here," he cups your face, love in his eyes, "The baby and I are here. We're real."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah, okay."

He wasn't comforted by your answer so he stands with a grunt, "I'm calling out of work today."

"No, no, love, it's okay. I promise."

"I just want to make sure that nothing happens to you two, okay?"

Not Marc walks over to the phone on the nightstand and dials a number. He asks the phone operator to direct his call to his work, "Hey, Mike. It's Bud Cooper." Bud, so that was his name, "Yeah, the wife isn't feeling too well. I'm staying back just in case anything happens to her or the baby. Yeah...sounds like a plan. Alright. Bye."

He hangs the phone up and looks back at you, "Maybe we should get some food in ya and see if that helps?"

Bud helps you out of bed and guides you down the stairs to the kitchen. He has you sit at the table and looks around the kitchen, "Um...where can I find the pan?"

"Cabinet next to the stove," your answer surprises you. How you already have the knowledge and layout of the kitchen is new.

Bud chuckles to himself, "You know how useless I am in the kitchen. This is the women's domain," he opens the cabinet and grabs the pan. He sets it on the shelf and continues to ask you where everything is.

You eventually get up and grab everything for him, but then he has you sit back down, "Okay, I can cook all this myself. See, I'm not completely helpless."

You hum, not loving Bud's current views on women. Sure, this was the norm of this time period, but that didn't mean it didn't leave a bad taste in your mouth.

While Bud cooked, you decided to grab the newspaper out front, but not after promising him that you'd be careful. When you picked up the newspaper, the year stared back up to you 1955.

"Oh wow."

"Good morning, Y/N!" a woman from across the street waves at you as she kisses her husband on the cheek.

You wave back and proceed to walk back inside the home...your home. As you sit back down, Bud places a plate of breakfast and some juice in front of you. Everything is cooked just how you liked it.

He then sits across the table from you and grabs the newspaper you brought in. He places his glasses on and reads while shoveling eggs into his mouth.

Your stomach jolts and you gasp, making Bud immediately rushing to your side, "What is it? What's wrong?"

You smile up at him, "She kicked."

"She's becoming more active, huh?" he kneels down and presses a hand to his belly again, "Looks like you're up and awake, huh, princess?" she kicks again and Bud laughs, "Yeah, honey, this is your daddy."

He continues to talk to your little girl and you can't help but get emotional at the sight. You and Marc are married, yes, but you didn't talk about kids yet. You were content with or without them, but you weren't sure on Marc's views. Considering how he grew up, you're sure he'd be apprehensive.

If, no, when you get back to him, you'll probably have to discuss this with him. Because you can't help but imagining Marc in Bud's position right now. You see the love in his eyes and you just know that Marc, hell even Steven and Jake, would be good fathers.

"You okay care there, lovebug?"

You wipe your eyes, "Yeah, just really happy."

Bud smiles up at you, "I am too."

__________________________

Marc and Steven never thought that hopping through multiple universes was so exhausting. So far they'd been to three different universes. They had to make sure they were in disguise, not wanting to disrupt anything in each universe. But every version they've seen of you, made them miss you even more.

Doctor Strange, seeing the worry and hopelessness in their eyes comforted them, "We'll get her back. It just...takes time."

Steven, currently fronting, shook his head, "I know she'll be okay. She's strong. I just...if someone travels through so many universes, will it effect them in any way?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest."

___________________________

You've been in this universe for less than a day and you already dread leaving. You didn't think yourself of a motherly type, but every time you looked down at your belly or rubbed it, your heart felt so full.

Despite ensuring Bud that you're fine, your "husband" insisted you shouldn't be working on the nursery. So he rolled up his sleeves and worked on painting the room. A baby pink already adorned two walls. How cliche to make your baby girl's nursery fairytale themed. She was your princess after all.

While Bud works on the other two walls, you put up some pictures and artwork. You take a step back and observe your work. You find yourself smiling and rubbing your belly.

"Everything's turning out great, I'd say!" Bud exclaims, coming up next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

You nod and he kisses your head, "Why don't you start up lunch while I finish this up, hm?"

"Sounds good!" you peck his lips and waddle your way to the kitchen, when you enter the threshold, you're suddenly somewhere else.

"Fuck!" you whisper to yourself and you're suddenly tackled to the floor as a rain of bullets fire your way.

"I fucking told you to get down!"

"Marc?" you ask to your..husband?

"Pope! Let's go!" another man runs into the room, helping your husband's doppleganger to his feet and then you.

"More hostiles are headed this way. This mission is fucked."

'Pope' nodded and then turned to you, "Rosa, you good?"

You gulp and nodded, "Y-Yeah. I'm good." you looked down noticed the tactical gear you're donning. A knife strapped to your thigh and a gun to your other.

Who were you in this universe?

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[whatthefishh]

An absolute snack

He really works the moustache so well it’s unsettling ❤️❤️

I want him!!!!!

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[orestesimp]

Office Playboy

Bud Cooper x f!Reader

Warnings: male masturbation, daddy kink 18+

About 1.5k words

I sent this ask to @budcooper​ and decided to write a little something because niche characters fics are hard to find

“Mr. Cooper?” At the sound of his secretary’s voice, Bud raised his head from the document he was reading. His desk was littered with papers and pens and empty coffee mugs. “It’s almost noon, do you mind if I take my lunch break now, boss?”

“Noon, already?” He leaned back in his comfortable leather desk chair and cast a glance at the clock above the door. “Sure thing, honey. Have a good one.” He tossed his glasses on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose where a tension headache was forming. “Close the door behind you, would’ya.”

“Are you not joining Mr. Peterson?”

“Not today,” he replied with a tired smile, gesturing to his cluttered desk. “Too much paperwork.” She made a disappointed face at him. “Don’t give me those eyes, honey,” he chastised good naturedly. “It’s a good thing, means business is thriving.”

“Still,” she tutted disapprovingly, “you work too hard, boss.”

Bud smiled and gave her a little wave when she closed the door behind herself, her heeled shoes thudding over the carpet as she walked back to her desk to grab her purse. Before he knew it, he was alone in the office. He turned his attention back to his paperwork but he couldn’t focus.

Bud flapped his lips and loosened his tie, getting himself comfortable. Reaching down, he pulled his briefcase from under the desk and unlocked it. Then he retrieved the little brown paper bag containing his lunch, a simple egg and turkey sandwich that didn’t look too appetising. He wasn’t a very skilled cook.

He peeled back the foil and took a big bite out of his sandwich, chewing without much enthusiasm as he glanced around his office. Amongst his life achievements, such as academic degrees and professional awards, all shades of brown stared back at him. The loud echoing sound of the ticking clock almost deafening. 

“I do work too much,” he said to himself before his eyes settled on a copy of the latest Playboy he had picked up on his way to the office.

The model on the cover was his favorite, you. Bud always took great care of the issues that featured your pretty face. This was your third cover, quite the accomplishment. He couldn’t help but be proud of the fact that your modelling career was finally thriving.

He remembered the first time he saw your photos; how shy and inexperienced you looked. He came harder than ever before, blowing his load all over the pages of the magazine –which prompted him to start taking care of them.

He discarded the half eaten sandwich onto a pile of paper and listened attentively for any sound that might indicate he wasn’t alone before he pulled the magazine from his briefcase and laid it on his desk.

He shimmied down his seat with a big grin, making himself comfortable, and unbuckled his belt, the sound of the zipper echoing in the silent office. He felt excited, giddy almost, as he slipped his hand into his briefs.

He knew he should have locked the door but the idea of someone walking in on him with his cock in his hand was almost as exciting as the act itself. It wasn’t the first time he had touched himself during office hours and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

He spit in his hand to lube up his cock, then gave a shaky laugh as he wrapped a calloused hand around the base of his cock. “Ah,” he sighed contently, looking down at you. “There you are, beautiful. Been waiting for me, um?”

In the picture you sat on one of those fancy bar stool, your white button up shirt was opened to reveal a sleek red bra. Your legs were up in the air, crossed suggestively at the ankles, showcasing your high-heeled shoes.

You definitely looked more confident, more poised, but still managed to keep that sweet innocent act. It was making him harder than fucking steel. 

He had a good view of the slit between your legs, just a hint of smooth skin that he imagined to be warm and wet. He stroked himself faster as he traced the length of your naked legs with the fingertips of his free hand. “Show me your pretty little pussy. Be a good girl for daddy.”

He could hear the sound of your voice in his mind, gently coaxing him closer, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You’d whine and beg for him to fill you up. The need to see your face overwhelmed him and he opened his eyes again, staring at your pretty face on the glossy paper.

His rhythm faltered as he flicked the magazine open to the gatefold, groaning low under his breath at the sight that met his eyes. You were sprawled out on the floor, naked save for a grey tie around your neck. Shit, he was wearing a similar tie.

One of your legs was bent sensually, covering your modesty, your forearms strategically placed to cover your nipples as you adjusted the tie around your neck. There was a shy smile on your lips and a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Oh, you dirty girl,” he chuckled to himself.

Needing to see the photograph better, he got to his feet, his desk chair rolling back and hitting the wall behind him. Bud slammed his free hand down on the desk to keep himself from collapsing to the floor as he towered over your photo with his cock in his hand.

Distantly he heard the sound of the waiting room door open and close but his brain was too far gone to care.

He rocked into his grip, precum now slickening the motion along with his spit. He imagined pinning you to the ground, wrapping your legs around his wide hips, fucking you into oblivion, his powerful thrusts making your breasts bounce in circle, his tie soft against your skin.

“Gonna make daddy happy, sweetheart?” he questioned distractedly, grunting dirty nonsense in the silent office. “Gonna be a good fucking girl and take all of daddy’s milk? Don’t waste a single drop, beautiful.”

Bud hissed as he tightened his grip, his eyes furiously tracing every inch of you, from your lips to your hips. He came hard, blowing his load on his mahogany desk and the carpeted floor.

Reaching blindly behind him, he rolled his chair back to the desk and fell heavily back against the seat-cushion with a whimsical half sigh, half whistle. After a minute, he tucked his shirt back into his pants, buckled his belt, and adjusted his collar while whistling to himself.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he tutted, using his discarded sandwich to wipe his cum off his desk. “Gonna make the pages stick together.” He sighed, knowing he’d have to do the walk of shame and buy a new one.

He threw the dirty magazine back into the briefcase, when his eyes caught the movement of a shadow behind the venetian blinds separating his office and the waiting room.

He mumbled a curse and rushed to the mirror, combing his hair back with a flat pocket comb and brushing his mustache with two musky fingers. As he reached for the door knob, he remembered to check the condition of his pants.

The sight that greeted him almost made him burst out laughing. You, the real you, sitting patiently, your right leg crossed over your left knee, heeled foot swinging playfully. There was a small smirk at the corner of your lips that suggested you had heard him jack off in his office.

He wondered if you knew he’d been jacking off to a picture of you. Probably not.

“Mr. Cooper?” you asked, carefully uncrossing your legs and getting to your feet. “I’m terribly sorry, I don’t have an appointment. I thought maybe I could stop by during lunch time and try my luck.” You gave him your most innocent smile as you stood in front of him. “My lawyer said to meet with you. My husband recently died and... well he was quite old and, frankly, quite rich. I’d hate for you to think I have anything to do in his passing.”

“I’m sure you’re a very good girl, Miss.”

“Mrs,” you reminded him with a short nod.

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Not anymore.”

You tried to hide a snort behind your hand. “I have nothing to hide, Mr. Cooper.”

“Why don’t you come in for a second,” he said, gesturing you into his office. “We’ll go over your husband’s policy together.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, walking over to where he was standing. You smiled politely at one another as you entered his office. “I like your tie, Mr. Cooper,” you said, voice low and sultry as you ran your index finger along the length of his tie.

“I thought you might.”

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

(not necessarily written in September, but that’s when I read ‘em! - Sorry I'm a little late posting this one, I'm a bit unwell.)

🎀 - fluff ☔ - angst 🍑 - smut

These fics, they have got me through this month I can tell ya.

🎀A date without a wallet. (Bud Cooper x f!reader) - @anetteaneta

☔remorse (Llewyn Davis x GN!reader) - @eyelessfaces

☔sin descanso - @marcspectrr

🍑 I Can’t Help Myself Part 1 (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @howaboutcastiel

🍑 I Can’t Help Myself Part 2 (Marc Spector x F!Reader & Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @howaboutcastiel

🎀 You'd be a great dad (Marc Spector x Reader) - @softlybarnes

🎀 For Better or For Worse (Marc Spector x Reader) -@luke-o-lophus

🎀 A Day in the Life (Moon Knight x F!Reader) - @dashesofink

🎀****Cough Syrup*** (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🎀 But Tonight Is Just Like Any Other Night (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @graveyardnails

🎀  sky and stars (Marc Spector x Reader) - @softlybarnes

🍑sink (Steven Grant x GN!Reader) - @luvpedropascal

Some Nights (Steven Grant) - @romanarose

🍑 Phases smut (Marc spector x F!Reader) - @stormkobra

🎀Warm (Steven Grant x GN!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🍑Rubber Ducky, You're the One (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - youvebeenlivingfictional

🍑 Long Night (Nick Wasicsko x F!Reader) - @budcooper

🍑IT'S ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @im-poe-dameron

🍑 Love, The Hardest Way (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis

☔ Something Forgotten (Poe Dameron x GN!Reader) - @bensolosbluesaber

🎀Black Leader, Shutting Up Pairing (Poe Dameron x Wife!Reader) - @starryeyedstories

🎀Untitled (Santiago Pope Garcia × F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

They are all SO GOOD!

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Hi Boys and Ghouls,

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Hey, congrats on 350 followers! Could you do [ADJUST] sender fixes receiver’s tie with Bud Cooper? Again, congratulations!

THE GUY IN THE DOOR

Prompt: [Adjust] sender fixes receiver’s tie.

A/N: hello there lovely anon, thank you for the message and thank you for your request I never write about bud but thank you for make me do it I really enjoy it, I hope this is what you want it and that you like it and if you or anyone have another request please let me know!

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you look at your husband as he sleeps. It’s been a while since the two of you had a morning for yourselves, as you look at him you can see all the changes in his face, but he is still the man that you fall in love with. You used to work on the minisuper of your town, you were one of the cashier but he appeared in your life after that place burned down, he appeared in the door of your place with that brown suit, an impeccable hair and that mustache that drive you crazy, he smiled at you when he look at you.

-If I knew I had visited this pretty lady I would wear my best suit- he said with a smirk, you couldn’t help but blushed.

-Can I help you with something Mr…

-Oh dear, where are my manners? My name is Bud Cooper, I worked for the insurance company of the minisuper you used to work for.

-You have to say all that everytime you visit someone?- You asked him, making him scuffed.

-It’s a little long, isn’t it?

-Just a little- you said -So what can I do for you?

-I came to ask you some questions about the accident in your workplace but I can ask them on our date-he said with a smirk.

-Why are you so sure that I’ll say yes?

-I bet you couldn’t have a better plan darling- he said -besides I would like to have a date with you…

-You just have to ask for it, not demand it- you said with a smile.

-Fine.. Miss Yln…

-No, a proper man would say my name- he smirked before he looked at his paper.

-Miss Yn Yln, would you go on a date with me?- you smile as you got close to him, you fix his tie which was a little loose.

-With one condition.

-Name it, darling- he whispered, making you smile.

-Promise me you’ll use your best suit- you said with a wink.

You thought about that day and your date as you looked at him, most of the time he had that attitude pretending to be an asshole, but at some point he let you in, he showed some parts of himself that no one knew about. After a few years dating he finally proposes and you move to a little place, something you knew that bothers him. You tried to get up but you felt how a couple of arms dragged you to the bed again.

-Bud- you said smiling.

-We should stay here a little longer- he said , I'll let you look at me if you want- you blushed.

-You were awake?- he nodded.

-I was waiting for you to play a little but you just look at me, is that some kind of kink?- he asked you, you slapped his arm.

-You’re a pig.

-That’s not what you said last night darling- he said, making you roll your eyes, but he bring you close to him -it’s been a while since it was just the two of us- you nod.

-I know, this is nice.

-It would be better if we’re naked.

-Haven’t you learned anything?- He looked at you confuse -you just have to ask- he smirk when he finally kissed you, it was a passionate kiss, you could feel all the love he has for you on that kiss, you smile as you get up -come on darling we have to get ready, you have to get ready for work and I have to take charlie from my mother’s house.

After a few minutes you get out of bed, you get inside the room where Bd was getting ready for his day, you could see how something was bothering him, you also notice how he was having trouble fixing his tie.

-Here, I help you- you said as you made your way to him, he smiled at you -Are you going to tell me what is bothering you?

-Nothing’s bothering me- you look at him and raise your eyebrow.

-Come on, you were so distracted that you couldn’t do your tie.

-It’s just… We have been working a lot and we are stuck in the same place, I wish I can give you a better place, Charlie needs a better place…

-Honey- you said making look at you -We don't care about what we don't have, yeah maybe we don't live in suburbicon but who cares, you’ll have that promotion and we’ll figure it out, I can sell a few pays to have an extra money but what I always want was a husband who is really here and enjoy spend time with his kid and specially with me, and by what happened yesterday I ain’t worry about that- he smile but you notice that there was something else.

-Do you ever think about having another kid?- You were surprised for a second, you had to convince Bud to have a baby, you never thought that he wanted another.

-I do, but I didn’t know you wanted it.

-Having Charlie is the second best thing that happened to me, imagine having another, maybe this time could be a girl…

-You be grap around her finger- he smiles.

-So what do you think? should we try?- You thought for a moment.

-You think we’re ready for that?- he nod.

-You and I are the best team, we can do this, we can with two kids- you smile.

-Fine, i really like to try- he kiss you again.

-You´re the best wife anyone can have, I’m glad I have to work on that case where a lovely girl opened the door.

-I’m glad you were the guy on my door but why your boss couldn’t send Michael?- he rolled his eyes making you laugh -I love you too Mr. Cooper- you said kissing him again.

-You know we can start trying right now- he said with a smirk.

-If you ask early I would do it, but we’re late- you said before you gave him a quick kiss.

Xxxx

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[my-secret-shame]

Can you please decide my fate with any of Oscar's characters, pretty please 🛐🥺👉👈

🔮THE FATES HAVE DECIDED🔮

Your soulmate is: Bud Cooper

And you met: at the office

(I'm sorry I couldn't resist using this gif with the cats!)

Just looking at the stars to see what the Fates know and they are telling me this: 

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” You’re trying, really trying, to keep your voice calm and even. Polite. 

But it is starting to get to you.

You’d been in this god forsaken building for three and a half hours already. 

You’d been sent to floor five, then three, then two, then three again, then six, then back to five. And now, on four, you were at your limit. 

All you wanted to do was to update an address on your life insurance policy. The stupid thing wasn’t even your idea, it had come with your job. Part of an ‘all around package’, that was compulsory. 

You hadn’t even thought about it for the year and a half you’d been there. And now all this just for a stupid, fucking-

“I’m really sorry, but floor two is where you need to go,” the receptionist explained. 

“I've already been to floor two, and three, and five and six!” The exasperation burnt the edge of your words. “Please, I just need to update the address.”

“I’m sorry, but floor two is,”

You were going to scream. You closed your eyes, clenched your jaw so tightly together that you were sure you’d snap a tooth and breathed deeply. 

The receptionist was still talking, but you couldn’t hear them. 

It was only when a warm hand tightly touched your shoulder, did you snap back to the world around you. 

“What’s the trouble here?” The newcomer said, his voice light. 

“Mr Cooper, I was just trying to explain that this policy holder needs to go to floor two for address updates and-”

“From what I heard, they’d already been to two?” 

You stared at him, it was like a chorus of angels singing. You nodded your head rapidly. 

“And to pretty much nearly every other floor in this place.” He gave you a small cheeky smile. It threw you for a complete loop for half a second. 

“Sir, I think-”

“Don’t worry about this,” Mr Cooper nodded in the receptionist's direction. “I’ll sort this out.” 

He guided you away from the desk and to his office, closed the door behind him and gestured to a chair. You gratefully took it. 

“Thank you so much, I feel like I’ve been trapped in his building.” 

He laughed, “yeah, I feel like that sometimes too. Coffee?” He motioned to the machine in the corner. 

“I’m alright, thanks.” 

He nodded and took the seat behind his desk. “No problem, I’m sure you want to get out of here as soon as possible.” 

You stared at him for a second too long, your thoughts fading out as you looked at him, before you quickly nodded. 

He smiled a little, but didn’t mention your obvious gawping at him. Heat burned at your skin. 

“Can I see your papers?” He gestured to your hands. 

The words filtered into your brain and took a few seconds longer than normal to translate. “Erm, yes, of course.” 

His fingers brushed against yours as you handed them over. 

“Ah, yep, you’ve even got a recent bill with your new address.” He gave you a brilliant smile. “I should be able to get this updated in no time at all,” He stood. “Please wait here.” 

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. And watched him as he left, before looking around the large space. 

Lightly you traced the edge of the desk, the name plague. ‘Bud Cooper’. You smiled to yourself. It suited him. 

The sound of the door opening made you jump. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” 

“No, it’s, you, I’m fine.” 

He smiled that small smile again and handed your documents back to you along with a new, updated policy. “All done.”

“Wow, that was, really fast.”

“Well, I prefer the term ‘efficient’, though I could always go slower next time.” 

You couldn’t form thoughts. 

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” 

“No, I, I’m sure I’ve taken up too much of your time today-”

“Not at all,” he sat against the edge of his desk. “Never wasted time when helping a beautiful customer.” 

You couldn’t form words.

“Though, if you want, you could always make it up to me?” He leaned towards you ever so slightly. “How about I take you out later?”

You swallowed. “Surely that would be a benefit for me?”

He grinned. “A mutually beneficial outing, I assure you.”  

Thank you so much!

My Secret Shame's Little Party

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[freelancearsonist]

Oooooh, how about desk sex with Bud Cooper?

😳 pls this is all i ever think about—

the way he’d push everything on the floor, want to make it as comfortable as possible for you 🥺 and he’d lay you down on your back, put your legs over his shoulders so he can thrust deep and hand, one hand over your mouth to muffle your screams so his poor receptionist doesn’t hear—

sinful sunday

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[im-his-druidess]

WICKED WEEK???? sorry in advance for how much you’re gonna see me here 😂

i’m just thinking about bud what’s new and him taking you to one of his more black-tie work functions and then getting so territorial over everyone complimenting you that he drags you to the nearest empty office and bends you over the desk—

Like you ever have to apologize for sending me Thots 😘

Why did you stop there?? 😭😭

Bud would be so excited to take you to the event, excited to show you off and to see you all dressed up, but he doesn't count on how many people are practically drooling over you. The longer the night goes on, the tighter his hand on your waist gets, and eventually you are pretty sure you have a perfect outline of his hand on your hip. His body is absolutely rigid, conversation stilted and cold, and his dark eyes are shooting daggers at literally everybody that approaches you.

You're muffling your laughter until you are suddenly pushed against a desk, him drilling into you at a brutal pace that leaves your breath stuttering in your throat, while he is growling into your mouth for you to scream who you belong to.

"Tell them, sweetheart. Tell them how good I make you feel. Tell them how good I fuck this pretty little pussy."

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[thommi-tomate]

Watch suburbicon is so good

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[ivystoryweaver]

Oscar plays so many amazing characters - we need a 2nd poll!

POLL#1

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[oscarisaacsspit]

a wet oscar isaac = a very wet me

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[foxilayde]

oh god danny thank you for your service

may i humbly request my husband’s scent 🥺👉👈 as a candlemaker i take scents very seriously and he’s like the one character i haven’t listed a candle for because i just can’t get him right 😭

EIGHT & BOB!!!!!

It’s manly in an old fashioned way, it’s adelhydic, powdery, yet animalic and woody… mmmm it’s just fucking classic. That hint of hazelnut? Joy.

also the cologne itself has a cute story:

“””Albert Fouquet, the son of a Parisian aristocrat, was part of the elite French society of the early twentieth century and a perfume connoisseur. Fouquet created and perfected various essences for his own personal use aided by Philippe, the family butler. Fouquet continually rejected proposals to market his fragrance.

One night during his summer vacation in 1937 on the French Riviera (Cote d’Azur), Albert got on very well with a young American student who was touring France in a convertible: John F. Kennedy. Kennedy’s charm and congeniality persuaded Albert to leave him a sample of his cologne. On returning from his vacation, Albert received a letter from Kennedy in the U.S. thanking him for the kind gesture and informing him of the success his perfume was enjoying among his friends. He requested that Albert send him eight samples, “and if your production allows, another one for Bob.”

Without fully understanding the request, Albert decided to send a box with enough extra samples to offset the transport costs. He didn’t fill the order until Philippe finally found some beautiful glass jars in a Parisian pharmacy. Albert considered them suitable for his cologne and labeled them with John's amusing request: "EIGHT & BOB."

Albert couldn't believe it a few months later when he began receiving letters from the U.S. with requests from various Hollywood directors, producers and actors such as Cary Grant and James Stewart. Everyone wanted the "EIGHT & BOB" cologne they had apparently discovered through Joseph Kennedy, John's father.

In the spring of 1939, Albert died in an automobile accident near Biarritz (France). Philippe, the only person who could handle the orders, would only continue with that work for a few months longer, since the start of World War II forced him to leave his job with the Fouquet family. In the last shipments he sent, Philippe hid the bottles inside books that he carefully cut by hand to prevent the Nazis from seizing the perfume.

Decades later, thanks to the family of Philippe the butler, the formula for EIGHT & BOB has been completely recovered, along with its refined production process.

The main note of EIGHT & BOB is a closely-held secret. The fragrance is based on a rare aromatic plant from Chile. In January 1934 Albert Fouquet traveled to Chile and returned to Paris with several sprigs of a plant he called "Andrea." Andrea is a wild plant in short supply due to the altitude and the limited area where it grows; it can only be picked during the months of December and January. The total plants gathered undergo a very exacting selection process of which only 7% are chosen. This process ends between March and April and it is only then that one knows the how many units of EIGHT & BOB can be bottled.”””

Bud would be all over this. Or, this would be all over him rather.

#Bud Cooper