#suburbicon

[nowritingonthewall]

OSCAR ISAAC + glasses 😊

Moon Knight | Ex Machina | Suburbicon | Big Gold Brick | SNL | Scenes from a Marriage | We Live Here | Che Part I

[multific]

Fate Takes It All

Bud Cooper x Reader

Modern!AU

Inspired by @brandyllyn work.

Warning: mention of insurance scams, death, smut and blackmail

Summary: After the death of your grandma you are to inherit as she stated in her will. However, when you get a stranger knocking on your door, it looks like your grandma had secrets of her own.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

"Ma'am, my name is Bud Cooper, I come from Limitless Insurance regarding your grandmother's will." the man in front of your door looked too handsome to be true.

This looked like some of the porn you might watch when you want to get cheesy. 

"Um, come on in." you allowed him into your small apartment, guiding him to your dining table. "Anything to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"I'll take some water please, if you have sparkling."

"Of course." you headed to the kitchen to get him a glass as you watched him from the corner of your eye. He got some papers out of his suitcase and sat down.

You sat across from him.

"First of all, Ma'am, I'm truly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Please excuse my boldness but, why are you here exactly?"

"You see, I went over your grandmother's will and insurance policy. She had a very basic plan, if you will. A cheap one. And yet, as it was determined, you are to receive 5 million due to her death."

"S-sorry. F-f-five... million?" you whispered the last part and he simply nodded. You nearly fell down from the chair.

"My job at Limitless Insurance is to look into these kind of contracts, I received it after the amount was determined and I found the amount strange. Your grandmother passed due to her age. She wasn't sick, she had no illnesses, from our data, she was very fit for her age. So, excuse me, but I found it strange. How can an amount as big as that, come after such a simple plan and contract? I had a look and your grandmother had a closure."

You looked at him, almost breathless as you waited for him to explain.

It made no sense.

She never mentioned anything about insurance.

"Her closure was in the event of death before her 80th birthday. The amount was determined because of that."

"It makes no sense. Why would my grandmother have something like that? Why would it be... good for your company?"

"Those were my exact questions. The man who prepared and got the contract approved, James McDrown, an insurance salesman who had been with the company for a long long time. He passed after a car accident just two months ago."

"What are you saying Mr Cooper?" you searched his eyes.

"I found out that your grandmother and Mr McDrown have been in a romantic relationship. I believe he prepared the contract for her with such a favourable amount because of that. I have proof of their messages." you frowned your eyebrows.

"What do you want Mr Cooper?"

"Half. And I won't release the information about the scam your grandmother and James pulled on the company. Now I'm sure you know how it would end if it got out. Big lawsuit." You looked at your hands on the table.

"But you see, Mr Cooper, the closure you mentioned had been signed by Limitless Insurance. Meaning, that even IF what Granny and James did is... not the right thing, it was approved and it is in full effect. So, tell me, Mr Cooper, why would I give anything to you exactly?" you smiled at him and watched as his eyes widened. "I assume your next step would be to prove my grandmother's death was not due to age. But let me remind you once more of the closure. More specifically, the last sentence." you pointed at the paper and looked into his eyes. "Even in the event of suicide." 

A heavy silence fell in the room.

"So, I ask once more, Mr Cooper from Limitless Insurance, what do you want?" you watched as he swallowed. 

"It seems I walked right into the claws of the dragon. How could I escape?" you loved his panic.

"I have been thinking of getting a life insurance myself. Would you perhaps be able to help me?"

"I-"

"But I have also been thinking, I could use some company, I believe you could be a good... cure for my loneliness."

"Ma'am... It seems like I have made a big mistake."

"Just as you said, Mr Cooper, you walked right into my claws."

"Is this what your late grandmother did to James?"

"Don't underestimate my Grandfather, Mr Cooper." Bud looked behind you at the cabinet and saw the photos. Photos of a young girl with the insurance salesman. "My grandmother once told me that a handsome insurance man would come knocking on my door. She said he would be mine and mine alone. Now I believe you are the insurance man I heard about since I was a child. So, we can start with a simple date. I can be quite sweet despite my... sassiness."

Who was he to lie and say he didn't like the idea? 

Who was he to say he wasn't staring at you as you poured the water for him? 

Who was he to say his cock didn't get hard just by the way you smiled at him? 

A wicked smile, but it made his blood rush into one place only. 

"I believe Ma'am, I have fallen into the traps of a spider, a black widow. And I rather not escape. So, we should go out for dinner? I can wait for you to get ready." 

"Perfect! Give me about 30 minutes." he simply nodded.

Who was he to stand in the way of fate?

A/N: Anyone interested in Part 2, let me know! I have some ideas!

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/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[spring-daddy]

[ivystoryweaver]

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

POLL#1

[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.”

[charactersmashorpass]

"he’s a 1950s dilf that’s committed numerous murders. also he’d spank you and then call you a good girl."

[imjustheretostalk]

Of coure I am going through Oscar Isaac's filmograpghy because I am obsessed... Here is the list:

10 Years

Sucker Punch

Revenge for Jolly

Inside Llewyn Davis

In Secret

Two Sides of January

A Most Violent Year

Drive

Ex Machina

Mojave

Show Me a Hero

Star Wars: The Force Awakens

The Promise

Suburbicon

Annihilation

Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Operation Finale

Van Gogh

Life Itself

Triple Frontier

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

The Card Counter

Dune

Scenes from a Marriage

Big Gold Brick

Moon Knight

It looks long but the man only does movies so I am afraid that I will finish it quickly... I will update as I proceed.

(this is just for keeping track of what I wanted to watch. There are older movies such as Agora and Balibo, you should check them too)

[manicpixieginger]

No words for this scene

[joeythephatone]

Oscar Isaac in "Suburbicon"

[geo-winchester]

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!

350 followers celebration

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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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[sugar-spice-alilbitnice]

damn right it is.

[ehgood-enough]

Suburbicon feels like someone made a movies out of a fallout 4 head cannon after finding some skeletons in an old gated community

[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

[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."

[lisamarie-vee]

[thommi-tomate]

Watch suburbicon is so good