#kopus

I just got comfy. This better be good.

You swing the door open to find a bouquet of roses on your porch and a little note.

It’s here. That year. That day. That time. A promise was made and I told you it would happen. Little did we know here we’d be. Actually doing it. <3

Sitting back for a moment, the memory washes over you. “No way.” You whisper, looking to street to see a 1996 Chevy truck parked at the end of your drive. Fairy lights draped around it, rose petals littered across the ground.

“Damn it, just hold on she’s coming out. No, stop.” You start down towards him.

“No fucking way.” You whisper, sprinting towards him. Phillip Kopus standing there dressed to the nines and a grin on his lips. He spins you around and drops you to your feet.

“I made a promise to you, sweet dove. I promised you I would marry you at 35. Well I’m 35, and you’re 35. So all systems are a go. You ready to get married?” He asks with a grin.

“Phillip John Kopus, you are not about to ask me that. No. Holy fuck. You are such a damn fool, I love you so much. Yes, of course yes!” You laugh and cry, tears of joy running down your face. You spent the first 20 years of your life with him, ten years without him, and here he was again. This was it this was the end game.

“Thank god, I was gonna strip and stalk you naked until you said yes.” He laughs, and so do you. Behind his truck was Marie, Junior, Jack, and Harold and his family. A little celebration. Just enough. It was beautiful.

“Here.” He holds out a ring to her. A dainty little ring with a little diamond in the center.

“It’s beautiful.” You smile.

Requested: no

Warnings:none

Phillip Kopus X Reader

A/N This is my first imagines like ever so enjoy

“Take off your shirt”

“Is that blood”

“Stop moving i’m almost done”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* you woke up to knocking at your front door. Living on the mountain wasn’t easy but you wouldn’t have any other way. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “jesus christ I’m coming” you opened the door to find Kopus standing there holding his shoulder.

“Fuck what happened? Is that blood?”

“yeah I had a little accident” he answered “yeah no shit Phillip, jesus come in.” you moved to the side to let him in the house “go sit at the table, I’ll get the first aid kit”

when you came back, Kopus was sitting the table looking awkward. “Okay take off your shirt” you told him “if you wanted me shirtless all you had to do is ask y/n” Kopus said flirtatiously, “yeah yeah, just let me stitch you up so you can get the hell out of here.” you said to him.

You got a needle and thread, some alcohol and gauze pads, and started to clean up his shoulder. “So are you going to tell me what happened, or are you going to keep the mysterious aura you have right now.” you asked him. “Well it had something to do with mike.” he answered “jesus what did you do ?” “I fucked his girl okay.” he said “and then she just shot you? Are you really that bad in bed because as far as I remember” you trailed off “no no not that, I kinda gave her some money and she figured out what I did to mike.”

“mmhmm I see, so she shot you cause you killed Mike, you’re real discreet” you teased “yeah well we can’t all be saints, shit that hurts” he exclaimed pulling away from you “hold still I’m almost done, you big baby” you said finishing up his stitches “thanks for this y/n I know you didn’t have to but I’m glad you opened the door tonight, I don’t have a lot of people on the mountain who are glad I’m alive right now.” he told you

“yeah well we have too much history for me to just leave you bleeding out on my front porch all night long” you answered back “yeah well after the last time we saw each other I thought you were done with me”

You and Phillip had been dating on and off for the past three years. The police were rolling in heavy and your heart stopped. Phillip was in trouble again. Going into the bedroom, you shake him and he groggily rolls over. In slow motion, your world starts to crumble around you.

“Phillip Kopus! ON THE GROUND!” Phillip drops to the ground, participating like a stand up citizen.

“Tell me, tell me what you did.” You beg. His eyes stare into ground, his lips unmoving.

“He killed Mike Parker, in cold blood.” Harold Jensen barks, dragging Phillip’s large frame out the door.

“Phillip!” You shout, sprinting to get in front of him. “You son of a bitch.” You snarl, hand cracking across his face. “You won’t ever be any different than your father.” You turn and wobble back into the house and drop onto the couch; defeated. They’d taken him, once again he was behind bars.

“Sweetie?” Marie calls from the door.

“In here.” You whimper out. Her familiar, comfortable face meets yours with a sad smile. “You gonna visit him?” She asks, wandering around cleaning and picking up a few things.

“I don’t know. He killed Mike. He killed him.” You murmur, staring out the window at nothing.

“I can’t believe that. But he and Mike into some crazy things, so maybe Mike deserved it.” She shrugs. “I’m not saying he deserved to die, I’m just saying maybe don’t judge Phillip so harshly.”

 Two Months go by, no word from Phillip and he refused to see you. Today was your last visit. If you were declined again you’d give up on him. As you walk into the prison, you are stopped by a guard.

“Jack Kopus is asking for you.” You are led down a hall to see Jack Kopus at a table, always a sick smile twisting his lips upwards. It always made you feel gross.

“Hey pretty girl.” He growls, patting the table and waving to the open seat across the table.

“What do you want?” You snip, in no hurry to hear whatever Jack had to say.

“I hear Phillip’s here. Sometimes at night, he calls out for you.” He laughs. Your heart twinges, as Phillip wouldn’t see you.

“Okay? If all you wanna talk about is Phillip I’m gonna go. I’m actually not here to see you.” Standing, you hear Jack say something you never thought you’d here.

“You’re not the only pretty lady meeting him here. And he got released three days ago.” He barks.

“What?” You turn to him, brows furrowed and heart thundering. He was doing it to get under your skin. Shaking your head for a moment, you face the wall to compose yourself.

“Phillip was released already.” He grins darkly, his smile like something of the Joker’s.

“Anything else you want?” You nip.

“He’s banging another girl and he didn’t want you to know.” He snarls, continuing to try and break her.

He was sitting across the table in the little cafe lounging area, kicked back in the chair and lazily looking through a magazine. His eyes flicking up to you every couple minutes or so, just to make sure you are still content doodling in your little sketchbook. A gentle smile graces his lips and a soft chuckle, watching you intently sketching away, curled around this little book rested atop your knee. Pulling out his notebook, he scribbled down something and slides it across the coffee table, leaning back and going back to his magazine article on waste and how to save the planet.

‘You’re kind of cute’ and he glances up just in time to catch your eyes meeting his. Your golden orbs drink in the smile on his face and the sweet twinkle in his eyes.

With the quietest giggle, you slide one back that reads, you’re not so bad’.

You two pass notes back and forth until he stands, abruptly disappearing. Shrugging, you dabble in thoughts of the beautiful man while you go back to sketching, and after ten minutes or so, he reappears with a couple drinks and some sandwiches.

“Let’s have some lunch and a real conversation.” He laughs, sliding the sandwiches over for you to choose your favorite and you obviously chose ham over turkey.

“ suppose you’re right. What are we going to talk about?” You ask, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“You can tell me what you’ve been sketching for an hour?” He smiles nodding to the book sitting next to you.

“Fine,” you slide the little sketch across the table for him to see. After close examination, he places it back on the table.

“That’s pretty good. Say, how about you draw me?” He chuckles, flexing one arm.

“Fifty bucks.” You laugh, pushing the sketch to the side. He slaps a fifty on the table in front of you without hesitation.

“I’ll pay for the fine art.” He assures, taking his hand away. You shrug, flushing and hiding for a moment to regain your poker face.

Phillip comes home with this. As a person in love with all animals, you couldnt believe this cruel joke. You shout from the kitchen how mad you are and what a sick joke as he told you he didn’t want pets. He comes in, dragging you against him by your waist.

“Baby. He’s all yours. Name him whatever you want. I found him at the dump. Charlie says he got left there.” You coo and hold the cat close to your chest. You couldn’t be more in love with the little fur baby.

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Y’all. This is a warning. WARNING. W A R N I N G!!!! For the rest of you 18++ here is sexy times with Phillip Kopus.

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WARNING

WARNING: there are SEXY TIMES about to happen.

You shared an apartment with Phillip, Harold, and Mike. Often you found yourself wandering through the house scantily clothed in attempt to catch the eye of a certain tall sexy badass. But recently Mike’s been the most into it. Mike had to work late tonight but Phillip would be home a little early so you decide to scamper around in a sports bra and shorts cleaning.

When you hear the door open you grin to yourself and continue washing dishes. A hand slips across your back and tickles the exposed skin and sending jolting chills up your spine. Sucking in a quick breath, you slowly turn to face him. Phillip Kopus.

“Mike home?” He rumbles near your ear.

“No, n-not til eleven tonight.” Words were never your strong suit. A little less after drinking a wine cooler and having Phillip’s fiery hands on her.

“Wow, that sucks.” His tones changes so quickly. Awestruck by his sincere sounding tone you whip back to the sink, feeling foolish. A tear lets loose just as Philip turns you back around. With a gentle swipe the tear is whisked away and he leans so close to you that his shirt brushes against your shoulder.

“I’m gonna ravage you. Leave you in pieces. And when Mike gets home you’ll still be quaking and whispering my name.” You shiver and nuzzle against his neck.

“I need you.” You manage before his arms wrap around you and hoist you off the ground, carrying you to his room.

“Baby. I need you to keep whispering.” He mutters as he wiggles out of dirty denim jeans and worn out, sun bleached tee.

“Phillip, fuck.” You whisper, nails nipping at the nape of his neck, leaving little crescent moons in their wake.

“Swear to god.” He roars, yanking your shorts and bra off before laying you down on the bed. His eyes drop on your supple breasts for a moment. Shoving all his blankets to the floor, he climbs atop you lips rolling your nipples around, causing your to squirm under him and your heart begins to pound off rhythm. ‘Ghud ghud’ ‘Ghud ghud’. You claw at his shoulders, begging him to slip into you. To fill you completely, but he doesn’t. He takes his time. He knows he has almost five hours to tease you.

“Baby. I need you to promise me. Mike doesn’t know about this.” He murmurs against your neck. You groan in agreement, not really caring about Mike right now. The only thing on your mind was Phillip’s hotness in your hand. You stroke the length of his cock through his thin boxers, rolling your thumb over the tip. Feeling dangerous, your eyes flick up to meet his only to find his head tipped back, eyes closed and mouth agape, heavily breathing.

Tugging at the elastic, you free his heat from its cage and flick your tongue against it.

He gives a groan, rolling against your cheek and corner of your mouth.

“Holy fuck.” He barks, grabbing a fistful of hair, causing you to moan against his thick long cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

The quietest, “I want you inside me” gets him moaning against your neck, his hot breath against your skin sending goose bumps racing across your skin. His fingers hook into the lacy edges of your panties and he starts to pull them off. Dipping his head down, he licks a hot stripe up your heat leaving you reeling and crying out for more. You pulse with lust, your hand slipping down to your heat and your finger rolling around that sensitive little nub.

His big hand comes down and captures yours, removing it from the situation and holding it hostage above your head.

With your free hand you grab his thick cock and slip into your wet, tight heat, clenching around his cock and reveling in the moment. A second passes, before he starts rolling against you. In a hard but firm pattern, he rolls against you. Pressing hot kisses to your neck, he pulls out, flipping you on your stomach and sliding his hot, thick member in from behind you, his big hands rolling your buttocks around. Lost in the bliss, you begin to rock back against him and meet with the sound of slick skin against skin. A soft rhythm forms between the two of you til he turns you back over. Laying his heavy body atop yours, he slips into you with a hard thrust, sending you into a fit of rolling hips and moaning. Seconds seem to pass and you feel your body start to tighten. He reaches his thumb down to that special little button and gives it a good twist and rolls the tip of his cock around it before thrusting deep into you and sending you over the edge. Nails digging into his back, teeth clenched together and legs gripped around him, you thrust to meet him a couple harsh times to come down and he takes a hold of the back of your neck and thrusts deep a couple times before he finishes on your stomach.

You laid next to Harold, thinking about Phillip. It was wrong and you knew it. But something about him, his ruggedness and softness, he was gentle in a way Harold didn’t understand. You and Phillip could sit in silence, watching a movie and be content. You and Phillip could hang out for hours at a picnic table talking about anything he would bring up. You loved Phillip. It was hard to admit but you had feelings for him, feelings that you and Harold hadn’t had in a long time.

You sat on the couch opposite Phillip, both on your phones, your feet just resting over his calves that were outstretched.

“Ugh! I’m starving! Want anything?” As you root through the cupboards, looking for something to snack on. Harold was at work and wouldn’t be back til later so obviously you didn’t need to cook anything for him just yet. You start on making some boxes Oriental rice of some sort, hoping there would be enough for the three of you.

“It’s all good, I can help.” He assures reaching for the fridge door just as you do, giving him a jolt you didn’t understand. Shrugging, you step away and crack a joke about him being so tall.

“Bugs, calm down. I felt it too.” He chuckles, putting an arm around you. You didn’t know where this was headed but it couldn’t be anywhere good.

“Oh fuck. Phillip, I’m so sorr—“ he presses his nose close to yours and your eyes meet in a way they never met before.

“Tell me no, right now. Tell me to stop. Because if you don’t stop me I’m gonna kiss you.” You shivered but didn’t speak a word. Just kept your nose against his cheek, letting out a shaky breath. His breath is hot on your face and smells of menthols and mint.

“I love you.” He stammers before pressing his lips to yours in an effort to make you forget what he said.

“Phillip, I-“ he presses his lips back to yours, rebelling in the jolt of joy radiating through him. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. The electricity between you two finally connected you.

Warnings: Language, violence, possible trigger warning, kidnapping

You were a Parker, Mike’s younger sister to be exact. Currently you were riding around in a trunk, listening to babbling Albanians muffled banter. Every now and again you hear a mention of the ‘big indian’ and you know it’s Kopus. As you bounced around, bumping into the inside of the lid, back and forth. All of a sudden, the breaks were slammed, sending you bashing into the backseat of the car, groaning in pain. Not only did you have bruises decorating your arms, but a few cuts and scrapes from bumps in the road. A loud thump echoes through the little space you were cramped in. Every bone and joint ached from being in such a small space.

Muffled voices outside make you awkwardly comforted. This was obviously not part of the plan as the Albanians were shouting and carrying on. A gun shot echoes, and the deep voice you were hearing was suddenly silenced. Fear begins to ice the red hot feeling of escaping. Shouting ensues once more, and you begin to quake as a key scratches against the truck latch. As if you were free, the truck flies open, sunlight flooding in and blinding you for a moment. As your eyes adjust to the bright sand, they land on the hulking figure laying in the sand.