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scarerjh · 1 year

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Love Machine

Dieter Bravo x gn!you

Summary: One shot. Dieter just wants to make you smile.

Notes: Dieter is an absolute simp when he finds his person.

“Hey sweet thing,” Dieter greeted you as soon as you got home, taking your bag off your shoulder and hanging your coat for you. He asked you about your day before you give him a sweet, lingering kiss. He would always greet you when you came home but today it was just weird, a little too enthusiastic. You figured he must have broken your new favourite mug or shrunk another sweater trying to be helpful and do the washing. When he started massaging your shoulders as you walked towards the bedroom to change you called him out on his behaviour.

“Can I not just lavish you with attention?” he pouted.

“You can, and you do, but you’re up to something,” you eye him playfully as you turn to face him, sliding your hands up over his shoulders to dance your fingertips through the curls at his nape.

“You read me like a poem,” he sighed blissfully.

“So what is it my love?”

“I got something in the mail today, and I want to show you,”

“Well, where is it?”

“Babe, come on! This me, I’m not just going to show you, I’m going to show you,” he guided you to sit on the chair conveniently placed in the middle of the bedroom before disappearing for a few minutes. When he returned he handed you a glass of wine before setting up the speakers and pressing play, a cheeky grin on his face.

The first bars of Love Machine by The Miracles starts playing and you giggle; it’s a song you’ve often teased Dieter with, telling him he’s your Love Machine. You had a full and varied sex life together; Dieter's incredible amount of experience was comforting when you wanted to try something new. Your heart swelled for your sweet man as he started dancing for you, miming along to the words and pulling out all of his best moves. He’s in his customary crocs and green house coat, just to keep things extra Dieter.

As the chorus approached again he turned his back, giving you a coquettish look, throwing his robe off to reveal his bare shoulders and you hollered in approval.

“I’m just a love machine…”

Dieter turns suddenly revealing the tiniest pair of shiny, gold hot pants you’d ever seen, and he starts almost giving you a lap dance, dropping his robe to the ground.

“…And I won’t work for nobody but you,

I’m just a love machine…”

“Ah, no touching,” he smacks your hand away lightly.

“…A hugging and kissing fiend,”

You nearly spill your wine from laughing so hard; from the goofy grin on his face you had given him just the reaction he wanted. You started dancing in your seat, singing quietly along to the music, enjoying Dieter’s show, wolf whistling as he twerked in front of you. As the song ends, he sits himself in your lap, a beaming smile on his face as he gasped for air.

“Fuck, my cardio sucks,” he chuckled. “Do you like them?” he snapped the waistband of the hot pants onto his skin.

“You were getting your Kylie Minogue on, it was incredible. She has nothing on you,”

“These are hers!” he mentions excitedly. “From the video,”

“No wonder you’re busting out of them,” your head was thrown back as you laughed. “Will and Benny are trying to make a break for it,” you mention his balls breaching the hem as he sits in your lap. “What made you get them?”

“You’ve been working so hard recently, and you’ve been so tired. I just wanted to do something to make you smile,”

“You are so fucking amazing, thank you. You have made me more than smile, the fact that you would go so far just to make me laugh makes me fall in love with you all over again,”

“Fall far enough to marry me?”

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covetyou · 4 months

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chaste

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: chastity pollen (the opposite of sex pollen - our man can't fuck), mention of past drug use, masturbation, not phone sex but phone sex adjacent, brief mention of Dieter pissing (twice), cock and ball pain (not cock and ball torture), a brief thing with a glove that isn't sexy at all for anyone involved but it's there, the vaguest of dub-con for the ending (Dee sends you pictures of his dick that you didn't ask for/technically said no to but jerk off to anyway) word count: 2.6k summary: Off the back of a two week retreat to the middle of fuck knows where Dieter Bravo doesn't seem quite himself. You soon figure out why.

A/N: @sp00kymulderr reblogged this post and said someone needed to write a Dieter Chastity Pollen fic, so I did it.

Reader is entirely gender neutral, no mention of any hair, size, shape, genitals, holes, tits, nothin'.

Sorry to Joel and Tim for neglecting you, you were meant to be done this week but I hate your existence currently and Dieter brings me comfort.

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"Deiter, breakfast!"

Anyone would be fooled in thinking you were calling for a dog. No, Dieter was very much human. Most of the time.

You dump the takeout bag on the kitchen island and look around. He'd been back one day and the place was already more of a mess than when you left it yesterday. His robe was hung over the stair rail and an errant croc almost tripped you as you walked in. It was safe to say that Dieter Bravo was definitely home.

"Dieter!" You shout again, expecting to hear his feet stomping upstairs any moment.

Instead, a feeble croak comes from the other side of the couch. "I'm here."

Craning your neck, you look over the sofa to see Dieter laying there, arm flung over his face and totally, utterly nude.

"Jesus f-, Dee. Put some fucking clothes on."

"No point."

"You have an interview in an hour Dee, at least put a fucking shirt on. I brought you breakfast."

"What's the point in anything?"

You stop in your tracks. It's not that you weren't used to encountering an apathetic Dieter Bravo. It was pretty common actually, usually at the slightest inconvenience. But having just come back from a two week vacation to some pot head retreat, you assumed he'd be bouncing off the walls and easy to get on with. Easier, anyway. But, Dieter was miserable. Errant KitKat wrappers were on the floor around him and he was laying spread eagle, completely naked, on his couch.

You knew to tread carefully when he was like this, so putting the takeout bag back down as quietly as you can, you move to sit gingerly on the arm of the couch.

"What happened, Dee?" you say softly, moving a KitKat wrapper from near his face.

Dieter flings an arm out to the side and sighs dramatically. His face is still covered, but you can see he's pouting from over his arm.

"My life is ruined, that's what happened."

You'd lost count of the amount of times his life had been ruined by something or other, usually someone or something else that had fucked up or not gone to plan. Dieter Bravo never ruined his own life, of course. So, grateful that he can't see you, you pinch your nose and roll your eyes. At this rate, you were going to have to cancel on Variety. Again.

"Dieter, I know it feels that way, but I'm sure it's not that bad. We can fig- "

"It is that bad," he cuts in with a huff, suddenly hauling himself upright on the couch. "Just look."

You follow his dramatic gesture downward to where his cock hangs limply between his legs.

"That's your cock, Dee. It's always been there."

You'd seen it before. Many times in fact. Probably more often than most PAs had seen their employers genitals, to be honest. Seeing Dieter Bravo naked was one of those things that just happened. In the grand scheme of things, it was one of the most normal ways a person could ever see him. As it was, you'd seen him in far more compromising situations than sat on his couch with his dick out.

Looking at you with a strange kind of urgency in his eyes, he pleads with you. "But look at it."

Standing, you round the couch and look down at him with your hands on your hips.

It looks normal. You'd seen it enough to know that his foreskin wrinkled just like that, his balls sat soft just as they were, and his pubic hair was groomed just as it always was.

Except... it didn't move. Not a twitch or a flicker along the entire soft length. He was more flaccid than he had probably ever been and, for whatever reason, he was staying that way. You frown, letting your brows meet in the middle.

"See."

"What..." you trail off, trying to work out what the fuck was going on. You had seen him soft before, but usually within a few minutes of you talking, typically with him staring at your mouth as it moved, likely imagining you licking his balls or sucking his cock, he would begin to harden. In fact, simply stare at his dick for a few seconds and something was bound to happen. Dieter Bravo was so painfully easy to turn on it was almost endearing. And yet, he was still soft.

He slumps back, pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes until he sees stars.

"It's been like this all week. I can't do anything with it."

"What do you mean you can't do anything?" you say in confusion. For all the things Dieter had tried to do with his cock over the years, he, and by proxy, you, had learnt of the many many things his cock could not do. Saying it couldn't do anything didn't really reveal much and was likely a typical Dieter exaggeration.

"Anything! I can't touch it, I can't fuck with it, I can't even make myself hard. It's just there. Useless."

"Your cock is not useless, Dee, I promis-"

"I have to piss sitting down."

"Oh."

A few simple words and the gravity of the situation suddenly hits you. Dieter was a man who took great joy in pissing. Sometimes you thought a little too much joy, but you weren't going to judge. There were weirder things he could be into. But one of those joys came in the form of being able to unzip his pants and piss just about anywhere he pleased. There were other things he liked doing with his cock too, but if he couldn't even stand to pee, you knew whatever was going on was a big deal.

You meet his eyes again, seeing how slumped and dejected he looks, and you don't know what to say. Usually you could find a solution for anything, but Dieter Bravo is the last person you expected to have cock troubles. Luckily for you, he can't keep his mouth shut for long, and after another big sigh, blinking back tears that you swear just might fall from his eyes, words spew out of his mouth in a stream of consciousness.

"I went on that fucking retreat, and they had this new strain, and I tried it, and ever since I've just been," he waves his hands desperately in the air, "like this."

"Wait -"

"And now what am I gonna do? What if I can never come again? Who the fuck even am I if I can't come again?"

"Dieter."

"I can feel it too. It's like my blood feels horny but my cock is the opposite of horny and I can't do anything about it -"

"Dee, slow down - "

"Even if I touch it it's like I'm getting fuckin' electrocuted. It's like ZAP straight to my cock and balls, through my fingers, down my arm. My cock is going to kill me."

He finally stops, taking a deep breath as he flops back again with a desperate whine. His cock flops with him, falling sideways to rest on his leg, and he looks at it with a dramatic sob. He couldn't even move it off of himself if he wanted to.

The couch dips when you sit next to him, kicking yet another KitKat wrapper away. Despite everything, his dick still looks normal. By rights, after the things he'd stuck it in, it had no right to look normal, almost pretty, but it did. Whatever had happened at that retreat, whatever god awful thing he smoked, he was lucky this was all he got. A week of forced celibacy was nothing. For most people, anyway.

Looking at you out of the side of his eyes you can see a glimmer of a question flick across his face. You already know what he's going to ask. "Dieter, no."

"Can you try touching it?"

"No."

"Please! Not even in a sexy way this time, just... just a little bit?" he looks at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes that would have just about anyone else giving in to him. You knew better, and he usually knew better than to use them on you. They were never going to work on you.

So, you don't know what possesses you when you nod, mumbling something about grabbing some gloves from the first aid box in the kitchen. When you return, Dieter is sat with his knees wide, looking at you expectantly. Snapping a glove around your wrist you crouch in front of him and move to reach out when he stops you.

"Just a little touch," he says with a waver in his voice. You can't imagine it. The poor man had probably gone back to his room with the weed haze still licking at his bones, peeling his clothes from his body before falling into bed. He would have reached down to give his little Dee a tug goodnight, only to be met with the shock of his life. You'd be terrified too if you were him.

"I'll go slow," you say, trying to reassure him as much as you could. In a few months time you'd laugh about this, if it all blew over quickly, but right now it was impossible to get the fearful look in his eyes out of your head.

Reaching out again, you get an inch from his cock. It still hasn't twitched or moved at all, even with the threat of your impending touch. You look up at Dieter, giving him a nod. "You ready?"

Taking a deep breath, he nods back at you.

As the tip of your gloved finger barely grazes the skin of his flaccid dick, his hips buck up and he throws himself back away from you.

"A-ah! Shitting fuck! Ouch."

You still, eyes wide and panicked. You didn't feel anything but Dieter very obviously did. He's curling in on himself, trying not to writhe with the pain of the sharp zap straight to his cock directly where you touched him.

"Did you feel that?" he says, from the ball he's curled himself into. You shake your head, biting your lips in concern. "Are you kidding me?! You touch me and I'm the one who gets zapped? How is any of this fair."

"I'm not the one who smoked some mystery weed, Dieter."

"I'm going to die."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. My cock is going to fall off because I can't touch it, and I'm going to die cockless and alone."

"No. No, look, it'll be okay. We'll give it another week, and if things aren't back to normal we'll call a doctor, get it seen to," you pat him gently on the knee and watch as he feebly nods in agreement. "Alright. Let's get you dressed, okay? We'll put your dick away for now -"

"May as well put it away forever, never gonna need it again..."

"- for now, and get you ready for your interview."

Nodding with watery eyes, Dieter lets you bundle his robe around him and take him upstairs. He complains the entire time you're fixing his hair that his dick feels wrong in his boxers, whines when you finally sit him down in front of the camera and join the call. But, two minutes in and some particularly good questions later, the fake smile he'd plastered on turns real and his cock sits soft and forgotten between his legs. At least, for a little while.

It was going to be a long week.

Four days later, at 4:23am, you're awoken by the harsh ringing of your phone. Your eyes can't focus, but at this time it could only be one person.

You fumble for a second before swiping to accept the call, slapping the phone to the side of your face with an arm that doesn't seem to have woken up properly yet.

"I'm hard! My dick is hard," are the first words that come tumbling out of his mouth. Dieter sounds positively ecstatic, if a little breathless.

Stifling a yawn and rubbing your eyes you smile in relief at his words. "That's great, Dee."

"I woke up for a piss, and stood there, stood there, pissing. Didn't even realize at first - shit that's good - had to go back and touch it in the mirror to see. No zap!"

"No zap!" you try to say enthusiastically through another yawn, barely registering the wet rhythmic noise coming through the phone.

"I'm so happy I want to kiss it. I want to kiss my dick!"

"Please don't try to kiss it, Dee, your back isn't doing great as it is." You hear him sigh and mumble a soft God I've missed you so much and it confuses you for a moment until you realize he's not talking about you.

"Do you know how good this feels? I've never felt something this good in my life, I swear it. So - fuck - so good."

You are fully awake now, staring wide eyed at your bedroom ceiling. The wet noises are clear as day. "Are you... are you jerking off?"

"Well, yeah. Haven't stopped. Do you know how quick I got hard? I'm like a fucking rock, here, let me send you a picture." Putting you on speaker, you hear the phone clatter as Dieter fumbles with it.

"Dee, no, no look, it's okay. I don't need a picture. You enjoy yourself. I'll cancel your meetings for the day so you can have some alone time."

Dieter groans, mumbling softly to you down the speaker. "You're an angel."

"I'm your PA. It's my job. Goodnight, Dee," and you slump back asleep as soon as you hang up.

At 7am your alarm sounds, and you startle awake, fairly certain you'd had a dream about Dieter's cock. Scanning through your notifications on your way to the bathroom, you spot a series of messages from the man himself.

A slew of excitable texts, a few missed calls and, finally, pictures. You hadn't dreamed it at all and it seemed that Dieter Bravo's cock was finally hard, and you had all the proof of that right in front of you. First his dick clutched firmly in his hand, glistening red tip poking from between the fingers as he hunches over to get his smiling face in the frame to give you a thumbs up. He sent you a profile view picture too, hands free, and you can see just how hard he is by how stiffly his length juts out from between his hips.

Finally, and maybe most importantly, a short video. His hand moves quickly up and down his cock, stiff and engorged in his fist, voice coming through the speaker in loud pained groans. If you didn't know better, if you hadn't witnessed first hand what Dieter Bravo sounded like with his cock hurting, you'd swear he was in agony. A few seconds later and you watch his balls seem to swell and tighten before his tip twitches to life, spurting again and again and again all over his fist, trickling down his fingers, his balls and onto the sheet below as he comes seemingly endlessly.

"Oh shit, oh shiiit," he groans in the recording.

By the time he finishes, fist slowing to a stop around his length and his slit finally ceasing its erupting, cum coats just about everything in the frame.

And then he laughs. Dieter Bravo, cock in hand at 5am and covered in his own cum, laughs in disbelief as he is finally, blissfully able to come.

You shake your head as the recording cuts off and you climb into the shower, setting your phone out of the way in a nook opposite the flow of water. You hit play again.

And again.

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pascalscoffin · 5 months

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Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Requests accepted and encouraged!! I write for ANY type of reader!! (Afab, Amab, plus size, skinny, poc, non-poc, gender neutral it doesn’t matter to me)

Installations with a * have smut in them or content pertaining to sexual activities in them

I’ll write for all Pedro Pascal characters (and yes this includes Claudia Flores and Silva and Mr. Ben shut up) (Silva literally has a son, man is bisexual therefore I will in fact write Silva x fem reader as well as Silva x male reader)

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Away from the Devil -series- (ongoing)

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 16 - Dieter Bravo

Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, gender neutral reader, no description of reader other than that they have hair, established relationship, public teasing, oral sex (m), public sex (kinda), sex toys (vibrator), allusions to piv sex, stuff I'm forgetting

Summary: You help Dieter indulge in one of his fantasies

A/N: Sorry this is late, y'all. Tmw's should be on time if that's any consolation. I like this one for the most part, but I feel like my Dieter could be improved. Please let me know if y'all have any tips on that!

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“Alright, how does that feel, baby?” you ask Dieter as you finish adjusting his pants. You look up at him from where you kneel in front of him to watch the blush creep up his cheeks.

“Good,” he says, avoiding eye contact. You just smirk, knowing full and well that he still wants this, that he had begged you for it last night. When he had been balls deep inside of you, spilling all of his fantasies.

This one had almost surprised you, but you had to remind yourself that this is Dieter, after all. Rambling about how much it turns him on when you tease him in public, he had told you about a video he saw recently.

It was of a girl who had gone shopping with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who held a controller which was connected to the vibrator tucked in her panties. He had whined into your ear as he spilled into you, how much he wished that could have been him.

Well, lucky him for dating you.

Thanks to you, he now stands backstage, a remote-controlled vibrator tucked in his pants as he waits for his premier to start.

“You sure you still want this, baby,” you ask him, just to make sure. He looks you in your eyes now, nodding as he licks his lips. He looks so handsome in his outfit tonight, the color of his suit complementing his scruffy grayish hair.

You don’t look so bad yourself, donned in an outfit to match his. It makes you feel so special when his dressers plan it out like that, giving you a look that is guaranteed to let everyone know who your boyfriend came with.

Just then, one of the staff comes around the corner to let the two of you know that it’s almost time to go.

Dieter quickly snaps out of his trance, slipping back into his usual confident persona as he steps forward and takes your hand. He falls in step behind the employee and lets her lead you out to the carpet.

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It’s about half-way through the night, and you can tell Dieter’s getting nervous. You’ve decided to make him sweat it a bit, and it’s working wonderfully. He keeps glancing your way, probably wondering why you haven’t made a move yet.

It's only when what must be the dozenth reporter walks up to him, that you finally decide it's time to play. You reach for the controller and turn it on so that it will connect to its counterpart. You can tell when it does by the way Dieter jumps slightly and stumbles over a word.

The connection only provides a small buzz, and you bite down on your lip to cover your smile as you realize how much fun this is going to be. Dieter places a hand on the small of your back as if to steady himself.

You press another button, this one to get a steady vibration going. You only turn it up to the lowest setting. His breath hitches beside you and you look down at his crotch to see a slight tent forming in his pants as the toy begins to work over his most sensitive spots.

“Everything alright, babe?” you ask as the interviewer jots something obnoxious down on his notepad.

Dieter turns his head to look at you, his gaze pleading both for more and for this to stop. Of course, one wins out the other by a landslide.

He nods at you before smiling and giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

You only let him warm up for a minute before you turn the dial up twice more. Dieter gulps and coughs to conceal a moan, excusing himself with embarrassment.

He answers the interviewer's remaining questions the best he can, but half of them come out shaky and the other ones dont make sense.

After two more questions, the two of you are left alone again.

“You’re fucking k-killing me,” Dieter whispers harshly into your ear. “Fighting for my damn life trying not to stick my hands down my pants.”

“Aw, poor baby,” you taunt. He gives you a stern look, but it quickly fades away as you turn up the vibrations again. This time, a moan slips out, and Dieter’s unbelievably grateful that nobody was close enough to hear it.

His knees buckle slightly as you smirk at him mischievously. You watch his eyes dart around until they land on an entrance leading to a closet near backstage. He takes your hand without another thought and pulls you with him.

As soon as the doors shut behind you, you’re all over each other. Your lips crash together, both of you quickly running out of breath as you swallow his moans.

You know you don’t have much time before someone comes looking, so you quickly descend to your knees and unzip Dieter’s pants. His cock springs free as you tug the band of his boxers down. If there was a light in this too-small closet, you would be able to see the way it’s already red from so much teasing.

Dieter moans as you grasp his throbbing dick, feeling the vibrator against your hand. The added pressure makes the vibrations so much stronger against him, and he threads a hand through your hair for purchase as he almost keels over.

You pump him a few times as you turn up the vibrations to max, feeling his pre-cum dribble down his shaft. Dieter pants loudly between moans at the intense sensation, already close to coming.

“God, feels so f-fucking good,” he whines. “Please let me come,” he begins to beg you.

“I know, I’ve got you, Dee. Don’t worry.”

With that, you suddenly take his tip into your mouth, suctioning his sensitive head. He groans as you do so, and you can tell you’ve only got a few seconds before he busts.

You move your head, taking more of him into you until he touches your throat. As soon as he does, you feel his grip tighten in your hair as he spills into you, moaning obscenities the entire time.

You swallow up every drop, milking his cock as he empties his balls. Once every drop has gone down, you gently pull off of him and turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting again.

His hips buck at the oversensitivity as he whines.

“Ah! Fu-why–”

“Never said I was done, babe,” you say, letting your hand run along his dick as you stand back up. Dieter feels his face growing hot as he gapes at you in the dark, feeling you zip him back up with the toy still in place.

You can feel his shocked gaze on you even without a light, and you shrug.

“Careful what you wish for.”

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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i usually only do this in the springtime, but i want to get back into writing more than just exchange fics, so i've decided to do a little requesting event! usually i just kind of go nuts and post multiple fics a day, but with these requests i plan on spacing them out a little (to give all my writing its chance to shine). everything will be tagged with #winterficlets23.

under the cut will be all the character and prompt information you need! requests will be open (via ask) from now until december 9th at 2:00 PM EST. even if i don't finish writing them by the 9th, if the request was sent before that time it'll be counted!

i'll be starting to write these requests tomorrow!

you can request the following characters for this event! right now, i'll only be writing x reader pairings.

marvel: peggy carter, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, clint barton

star wars: padme amidala, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, din djarin, cassian andor, rex, wolffe, fox, echo, cody, crosshair, fives, hunter, jesse, kix, tech

other fandoms: harley quinn, elizabeth swann, will turner, dieter bravo, katniss everdeen*, peeta mellark,* lucy gray baird*

*i'm currently rewatching the hunger games movies so if your request has anything to do with events after the beginning of the quarter quell games i may push it off until i've finished my rewatch. i have seen the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie, but i haven't yet read the book.

here are the basic prompt guidelines!

i've created a prompt list for you to choose from if you'd like. when you request, just please write out the prompt!

if you have another idea you're welcome to send it, but just make sure your request isn't something that requires a longer story (since these are just ficlets) and that it doesn't contain anything i don't write (which can be found on my guidelines post). i don't usually refuse requests, but i have in the past because they've made me uncomfortable or don't fit my guidelines, so just be aware of that.

please specifically whether you want a fem!reader (she/her pronouns) or gender neutral reader (either they/them pronouns or no pronouns). if you don’t specify it will just end up being whatever catches my fancy as i write it.

you can send requests on anonymous or not, i don’t mind either way!

if you have any other questions just let me know :)

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simpingcowboy · 2 years

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Pedro Boys and Swing Sets

Pairings: Marcus M./Dieter/Pero/Din x GN!Reader (I even threw in a little neutral Spanish because gendered language is the bane of my existence) Warnings: very tiny bit of spice, reference to drug consumption (courtesy of Dieter) A/N: I know we're in the middle of Kinktober, but enjoy some softness <3

Marcus Moreno: Super DILF Moreno has lots of experiences pushing kids on a swing set. He's basically a pro. Often it'd be you and Missy with him taking turns pushing you two. If he's in a particularly lazy (or if a bunch of kids are wanting to be pushed) he'll just use his powers to keep everyone swinging at their preferred speeds. Sometimes he'll spook you by using his power to shake the swing or hoist you up by it. It might scare you in the moment but you know he'd never let you get hurt.

Dieter Bravo: He wants to be pushed on the swings. Depending on what drugs he's taken will depend on what he wants. Sometimes just the slow back and forth is nice, other times he locks the chains up super tight and let's go so he's spinning around. If you're on the swings, he's definitely grabbing a handful of your ass every time he gives you a push. He's also in a very serious competition with himself to see how high he can get you to swing. So, allow him to push you with caution.

Pero Tovar: He's very anxious about pushing you. He's aware of his own strength and doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. When you eventually convince Pero to push you he's giving you the softest little pushes he can manage, basically just gently patting your back. That's unfortunately all you'd get from him. If you are swinging by yourself though and need help stopping he's more than happy to help. He'll come from behind and grip the base of the swing with one hand, and hold you to him with the other "Cuidado, Queride cuidado."

Din Djarin: Din would be a bit lost on the concept. "Fun" is not really in his vocabulary. It's a luxury he can't afford, but you and Grogu have slowly introduced the concept back into his life. The first time he'd be very gentle, until you and Grogu both increasingly ask to go higher. Din of course caves. He's strong and sturdy so it doesn't take much from him to really get you two up there. Though he just about loses it the first time Grogu jumps off the swing by himself. Slowly, he begins to enjoy these times with you. It fulfills him to see his clan happy. One day, you may even see the Mandalorian by himself on the swing, just slowly swaying. Maybe he thinks he can have a little fun too.

#headcanon #Am writes #pedro pascal characters #pedro boy headcanons #din djarin x reader #pero tovar x reader #dieter bravo x reader #marcus moreno x reader

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insolent-uprising · 1 year

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Writing details and specifics

Types of writing:

One-shots

Imagines

Headcannons

Blurbs

Multichapter fics (to be completely transparent, however, this is risky. I have a short attention span and tend to burn out on longer pieces. If you have a prompt in mind though, it should turn out great!)

Characters I write for:

Joel Miller [game or show version] (The Last of Us)

Ellie Williams [game or show version] (The Last of Us)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi G (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Ezra (Prospect)

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Dio Morrissey (NYPD Blue)

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

If it seems I missed one or you'd like to ask for more specifics, send me an ask.

NSWF Yes's:

Most kinks, including but not limited to:

Choking

Bondage

Breeding kink

Rough

Dom/Sub dynamics (you choose the specifics of said dynamics)

Daddy/Mommy kink (try to keep it a little light on this one though, with me specifically it can come out a little cringey if too much emphasis is put on it)

Anal

Spitting

Slapping or spanking (keep it fairly light, see NSFW No's)

Praise kink

Degradation kink

Feral! characters

Aphrodisiacs (see sex pollen trope)

Pegging

Risky! sex (see NSFW No's for specifics)

Sex work

Cockwarming

Oral (m or f recieving)

Mild weapon play (see NSFW No's)

Voyeurism

Masturbation (mutual or solitary)

MAYBE dubcon, depending on the circumstances provided (CONSENT IS KEY. I am not promoting dubcon in real life in any way, this is a work of fiction. Always ask your partner for consent <3)

Again, the list of kinks I will write for is not limited to that list. If you have any questions or requests for kinks not on either list, please send me an ask.

NSFW No's:

Underage sex

Rape/excessive noncon

Excessive violence (see NSFW Yes's)

Foot fetish (Sorry to the people that are into it, I'm just not capable or comfortable in writing this kind of work.)

Public sex (this makes me uncomfortable as well, sorry guys)

Absolutely NO HBO Ellie or TLOU 1 Ellie (see NSFW No's #1)

Slurs

Consensual breeding

Bestiality

Any elements of pedophilia

Any Ellie x male reader works. (this applies to SFW and NSFW alike) Please respect her sexuality.

Any works revolving around Pedro himself. (this applies to SFW and NSFW alike) Pedro is a real person and it makes me uncomfortable to write for him. He has a real life and real feelings, I don't want to violate him in such a way. (For anyone thinking this applies to Javier Pena as well, I write strictly for Pedro's portrayal of him. Javi is a fictionalized version of the real life agent.)

If you have any questions regarding this list feel free to send an ask :) Also, no kink shaming whatsoever will be allowed in this space.

Random notes:

Willing to do any tropes!! If you have a specific one in mind, hit me up!

Storylines don't have to be romantic or sexual!! I've noticed a lot of writers don't include platonic works in their library! Sometimes all we need is a friend or family figure. If it's good with you, it's good with me! <3

If a storyline bothers you, please don't spread hate. If you must, please share your opinion in a respectful and polite way.

I'm willing to write for female, male, and gender neutral readers. I'll generally write for afab (often female identifying as well) readers, just because that's what I write best. However, I have no problem writing for any other types of people if requested!! The writing may not be as accurate, but I'd love to include everyone here <3

If you have any extra specific prompts, such as a dialogue snippet, I accept all requests!! Send em in!

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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The Angel In Me

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: Smut in the form of a blow job, gross misrepresentation of biblical themes, possible implication of power exchange (though it isn't, all parties are consensual)

Notes: So this fever dream fic is the culmination of several menaces in Discord, talking about biblical themes and the 7 deadly sins & 4 horsemen, and my brain just decided to say "but what if sexy?" and here we are. This is all thanks to @pagannightwitch, @beskarberry, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @mandocrasis, and @adikas-anonymous (who also gave me a dialogue line for the story too💙) for basically sending my brain on a spiral.

Being stuck with gate duty was the most boring job any angel could land and Dieter shoved his sunglasses higher up his nose with a heavy grunt, the stupid white toga he had to wear as an angel trainee barely covered the bottom of his dick on a good day and he always ignored the side-eye from others when he shrugged on his green robe.

Under usual circumstances he’d be all for bearing everything and letting it all hang out but since he had to look presentable to greet new spirits at the gate Dieter didn’t want them to come back tattling if they got all up in arms over his cock being visible. They’d learn eventually, sure, but until then he didn’t need any excuses to get sent down the pit.

He hadn’t been forced to go to Hell but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out what was down there quite yet, so repenting and training had been the future he chose.

A soft flicker of light made him look over at the staircase, landing on the newest soul to come for judgement, and his throat bobbed immediately. He’d spent so long around apostles and old looking angels that he’d almost forgotten how fucking beautiful people were, and this one was ticking all the boxes.

“Is this- oh.” Their curious tone fell to something resigned when they spotted the pearl and golden doorway behind him, eyes darting along the intricately designed barrier, and Dieter opened the large book before him that started to glow gently with the soul’s approach.

“Let’s see where you belong, yea? C’mere, sweetheart.” He gestured to the seat in front of him; the sturdy white marble desk was gaudy and felt really out of place for the white-walled room; like some sort of clinical office building, rather than the cloudy paradise that the movies and shows liked to depict. He wasn’t surprised to see the person across from him was bare, his eyes tracing each part of their nude form, the souls that arrived fresh still didn’t know they could give themselves clothes or just appear however they wanted.

That had been a big surprise for him when he’d died, especially since he’d met some crusty old angel named Gabe first.

“Are you- I’m having my life judged, aren’t I?” They sat down and shivered at the touch of the cool chair against their bare skin and he nodded with his expression as neutral as he could manage, when he found their page he skimmed the text to find out what the “Almighty” had chosen for them.

“I can’t believe- you’re Dieter Bravo right?”

“You know me?”

“Of course I do, I’ve seen all your movies and shows. I figured you were here because of the whole ‘comfort in your last moments’ thing that people always preach about.”

He leveled them with a look.

“Nope, I’m in training and I’m here because Paul decided to fuck off for the day and nobody else wanted gate duty. Good to know you’re a fan though, I figured I would be forgotten.”

“Never.”

He almost hesitated at the conviction in their voice, the firm expression on their face, but they weren’t the first fan he’d ever met even if the idea that he had an actual legacy did come as a surprise. He returned to their book while fighting a smile.

The verdict was not heaven and Dieter pressed his fingertips to the golden letters, to find out why, he was transported to a new time and place despite not moving from the chair and felt that disorientation that came from looking into the memories of a soul. He watched this person driving, safely and obeying all the road rules, to work when they were cut off by a reckless driver that ran a red light.

Their angry words whispered under their breath, a soft curse to the other person, weren’t exactly friendly but Dieter couldn’t have expected that to be the cause. Until he realized belatedly that the other driver was a Guardian Angel, in a human guise to carry out their duties on Earth, and because they’d cursed a Heavenly being they were meant to be sentenced to time in purgatory like he had been when he died.

Fuck that.

Blinking away the disorienting feeling of being pulled through their memories he stared at the soul across from him, they looked hopeful and soft and his cock jumped to attention at the idea of those lips wrapped around him. He shook that away knowing this wasn’t the time to do anything like that, he didn’t need the Archangels accusing him of taking advantage of a new soul or something.

What he could do was change the judgement, seeing their memories was a second chance to prevent souls from going to the wrong place since the Almighty wasn’t infallible, and he felt good knowing he was saving them from something like purgatory when they had no reason to be there at all.

“Almighty one says you’re due for purgatory, labyrinth that you wander until you’ve repented.”

Their eyes blew round in surprise and they shot a nervous look to the hallway that he pointed to, scared and unsure, and Dieter pushed his chair back. He made sure to stand up, so he could throw a little flair into his delivery of the news.

“I can change your judgement-“

“You can? What do I- what do I have to do?”

He blinked at them and smiled, making sure to drop his shades enough for them to see his eyes.

“Nothing, at all, you didn’t deserve a purgatory judgement. I mean I wouldn’t say no to a little fun but you don’t have to. I don’t do coercion or force, not my thing and never has been.”

The look of surprise melted to something soft, gratitude and adoration, and then he found himself watching them get up and walking around to him instead. Their expression was coy, they wanted him, and he felt his body responding eagerly to their bare form pressing against him as they reached out to slide the tip of their finger across the draping white fabric just below his collar bones.

“I- what if I wanted to? You’re- I had the biggest, dumbest, crush on you and was devastated when you died. Or is that- would you get in trouble?” Dieter snorted and shook his head, it was kind of weird because they all wanted to appear as they died but there were plenty of old ass angels that got together to fuck.

“Trust me, sweetheart, they’d be a bunch of hypocrites if they did say something. You want to do something for me? Can I have these pretty lips around my cock?”

“Yes.”

He sat back in his chair and they followed, dropping to their knees in front of him onto the cold floor, and Dieter didn’t even have a chance to offer them to get comfortable as they ran their nose along his inner thigh and gripped his calves gently; his exhale was soft as he let his head fall back, their soft exhale against the sensitive skin of his balls making him shudder.

Dieter couldn’t even think of the last time anyone had been near his dick, since most of the trainees refused to even indulge a little for fear of being punished and the ones that were willing had already shacked up.

“You’re so pretty.” The puff of breath against his shaft had him dragging his hand up into his hair, gripping it tightly when they finally wrapped those lips around the head of his cock and Dieter whined when they drew back and pushed up the skirt of his toga before dragging their nose down the length of his shaft. One of their hands drifted up and they licked their palm to moisten the skin before circling him and pumping gently, a teasing sensation that made him buck his hips.

Dieter grunted when they chuckled before he was moaning as they dipped their head to lick his sac, he jumped when those sinful lips kissed at the skin before their tongue teased him again. Their grip on him tightened a little, thumb smearing the precum gathering, and he looked down in time to watch them mouth at the side of his shaft as they looked up at him.

Licking away the mess and hollowing their cheeks around him, making Dieter roll his hips up to get more of his cock into their mouth, he was robbed again as they drew back before they swirled just their tongue against his frenulum and then let their tongue tip swirl mindlessly down his shift.

“Fuck- you’re really trying to make me beg aren’t you sweetheart?” His breathy question earned a dark chuckle and Dieter couldn’t stop his yelp as they drew one of his balls into their mouth entirely, the sensation making him tremble as they continued to swirl their tongue around him, and then the tease went and let him go with a soft pop before licking and sucking at the skin of his inner thigh.

“Please sweetheart-“

Their eyes flashed in victory and Dieter nearly howled as the heat of their mouth slid down his shaft fully, hand gripping what they couldn’t fit, both of his hands now in his hair as their free hand pressed down against his lower abdomen to prevent him from fucking up into their throat. He wheezed as they hollowed their mouth and drew up his cock, a slurp that echoed in the room making his skin tingle, and he felt the sudden flicker of energy right as they dropped their mouth back down him.

“Shit, you gotta stop before someone-“ He nearly wheezed when they let up off him and scooted back so they were under the desk, grabbing his calf and pulling the chair closer by grabbing behind his knees, and Dieter just managed to school his face into something calm when Paul walked into the room. The menace under the desk didn’t stop mouthing at him, slow and gentle to avoid making nose, and Dieter’s cock jumped at the fact that he could very easily get caught.

“Please tell me you don’t want me to finish out the day? Gabe just ripped me a new one for deciding to visit the library and leaving you here but they just got a copy of the newest bible translation on Earth so we’re all comparing to see what the mortals are trying to muck up now.” Dieter bit the inside of his cheek as those sinful lips teased their way down his shaft again, slow and quiet, his cock resting heavy on their tongue.

“No, Paul, you can go compare bible translations.” His voice pitched high at the end when he felt the touch of gentle fingers on his sac and Dieter had never been happier as the old man practically fled the room with a loud “thank you” that disappeared the second the doors closed. He looked down to see the very satisfied gleam in those eyes, lips still gentle around his cock, and as he went to say something his moan echoed in the room as they hollowed their mouth and drew up before sinking even lower until their nose pressed into the hair at his base.

“Thank the big boss I’m already dead, cuz you’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

His voice was definitely wrecked and Dieter squeezed the arms of the chair as their throat tightened and shifted around him with the swallow, drool beginning to dribble out of their mouth, and as they drew up with another loud slurp he cupped the back of their head and let them breathe before just resting his hand there as they sank back down his shaft with a moan.

Dieter wasn’t going to last, he panted loudly and his hips jumped at the fast bobbing of their motions and found himself whining when they would draw back and suckle at the head of his cock, his balls started to draw up and he tried to warn them but there was no time. As they sank back down he gripped the back of their neck with a loud groan, it faded into grunts as he rocked his hips up to chase the sensation, and their nose sank into the wiry hair at his base to swallow around him one last time before they let up.

His cock was a mess of drool and cum, their chin stained and lips darkened, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them up into his lap to kiss them finally like he’d wanted to do since they walked into the room.

“Will this be the last time I see you?”

Their voice was soft, needy and nervous, but Dieter immediately shook his head.

“No, not if I can help it, you’ll be an angel trainee and you can bet I’ll come find you.”

He was whining from how sensitive he was when they slid back down and cleaned him up, his eyes studying their bare form again, and Dieter gave them his green robe with a smile before marking their page in the book with the gold and pearl stamp that opened the door behind him.

“I have to finish out today, but after that… you’ll need someone to show you around.”

Dieter earned a salacious grin before they disappeared through the “pearly gates” and his eyes danced with the promise of someone more his taste being around. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.

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Alt Taglist: @imtryingmybeskar

#chaoticwrites #dieter bravo x gn!reader #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo x gender neutral reader #dieter bravo

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deadhumourist · 2 years

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Bravo Juliett

A/N: Since the trailer for The Bubble dropped, we've been reduced to thirsty (gender-neutral) bitches, and there are some good fics out. Dfinitely check out Please by @ezrasbirdie , Extra Whipped Cream by @pettyprocrastination and Stay by @honestly-shite. And like clowns we're all using the same fucking gifs because this character ain't even on screen yet. All three fics are brilliant, please go read and shout at them about how good it is.

This fic definitely borders on a crack fic, he’s not a fully rounded character and the action is smutty and with tongue very firmly in cheek. And other places. It’s satire if you squint. I am both amused and deeply ashamed. If I’m going to horny jail, I’m taking you with me. Not beta’d, mistakes mine.

Rating: 18+, no minors

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (fuck, I know ok. I KNOW)

If you want more ficlets in this universe please come shout at me. This was so much fun to write.

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You're one person in a long line of interviewers. They're ushering you into the hotel like cattle, but honestly, you would gladly queue for days to meet him. You spent way too many hours engrossed in Dieter's work, rewatching scenes. You can quote most of his iconic lines. You didn't even have to do research prior to this interview. Dieter. Mentally you’re on a first name basis with him. You have lost yourself in his work, and you want him to know that.

The hotel lounge is a large, airy space, the Rococo decor offering glints of gold as it catches the morning sunlight. Most interviewers are sprawled across couches and chairs, with one pacing nervously and reviewing his notes, repeating it back to himself.

You know your shit, so you opt to spend your time doom-scrolling through Tumblr looking for Dieter fics. Commented on two; reblogged one that was particularly hot. What you wouldn’t give for him to go down on you like that, worship your body for hours and call you his sweet girl.

It feels like the day is dragging interminably, when a PR assistant beckons you. You have 10 minutes.

By this time the sun is dipping low on the horizon and it’s many many hours into his media schedule.

You make your way to the veranda and as you sit down, you can see the day wearing on him. Even though he’s incredibly handsome, he looks every inch the middle aged, harried acting veteran tolerating yet another interview by some clueless twit asking irrelevant questions.

He looks bored. Irritated. His eyes screaming “A moment of respite please.” as you smile at him in greeting.

"So Dieter, tell me a bit about your character in Cliff Beasts 6"

He rubs his neck and sighs deeply, mustering the energy from somewhere to give a terribly rote description of the character.

You listen intently, waiting for the right time to drop your bombshell.

"You have an unrivaled command of physicality, seen in so few actors. You manage to convey the entire character's personality without a single line of dialogue, like in Death Games. Will we see more of that in this movie?"

Dieter sits up, attention suddenly focused on you. You can see that you’ve surprised him, and you're silently reveling in that he might start to enjoy this interview. He rolls his tongue in his cheek, like he's contemplating something.

“You did your research.”

His full eyebrows quirk upwards, almost as if impressed.

“ With Death Games, the director, Joel, trusted me to go beyond the page and really create Jackson from the ground up and make him real. This….”

He breaks your gaze to look over the horizon, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

…is not that kind of movie."

The PR assistant on the side motions for you to wrap it up, your slot is almost done. As you thank him for his time, he leans over and whispers in his assistant's ear, winking at you. You can't make out what he's saying but you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the brazen gesture. He’s doing this in front of everyone.

You shake his hand. A warm, large palm that almost completely envelops yours. He has a firm grip and for a split second you imagine it wrapped around your throat, as he caresses you with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench and your breath hitch.

As you walk out of the room, his assistant pulls you to the side by your arm."Mr Bravo wants you to wait in the lounge area."

You swallow nervously at the strange request."Uhm, okay…how long?"

"Until he's done with interviews"

You nod slowly, not sure if you understand, but make your way to the plush lounge at the centre of the hotel.

You're deep in the middle of scrolling Instagram when you hear footsteps coming to a stop right in front of you. A pair of loafers come into view across the lush carpet. The rich baritone, which you’re so familiar with, intones flatly.

"Come with me"

Just that. Not hello, not thanks for waiting. You walk behind him, suddenly feeling foolish for staying behind like an obedient girl.

You walk down a hallway, and as you round an alcove, Dieter smoothly turns around and crowds you against the wall.

"So you're a fan huh?"

His eyes greedily take you in, pinning you in a challenge. You nod.

For a moment you’re dumbstruck. You think he wants to lean down and kiss you. His eyes are boring into yours and it just feels like that kind of moment.

He reaches for your jaw with his large hand, gently holding it between thumb and forefinger.

You nod again, this time constrained by the hold. "I..I think you're brilliant. Your work moves me." Your eyes shine with the bold admission.

His eyes drift down to your mouth, lingers there, and you can see the barely disguised hunger in them.

"I want to see those pretty lips around my cock. Show me how much I move you."

He pulls his grey sweatpants down to his thighs, and his almost-hard cock springs free with the motion. He brings your trembling hand to it, placing it palm down.

God, he's thick. You wrap your fingers around the velvet length, slowly pumping it.

Reverently working the foreskin up and down the shaft in long, languorous strokes.

You sink down, and when your knees touch the carpet you look up at him and deftly reach your tongue out to curl around the pink head of his cock. You swirl it experimentally, licking the droplet of precum and humming as you swallow it.

His eyes flutter closed, his mouth dropping open from the warm, wet sensation. You look up at him, enamoured with how good he looks like this. It's straight out of your filthiest fantasies, but before you can drift further his right hand comes up to cup your head and pull it closer to him.

Several inches of his length disappear into your mouth, and you feel the corners of it straining to take the big, insistent cock. You flatten your tongue and start working him over, a slow drag back and forth.

He looks down at you and mumbles through strained breaths. "Tell me….tell me which performance was your favourite."

A strained grunt distorts the next word that slips past his lips.

"Nnnnnd why"

Pulling back with a pop, the heavy cock swings in front of you from the sudden release.

Your hand comes up to cup his ample balls, your middle and ring fingers gently stroking the underside. They’re weighty and a little thrill runs down your spine from how forbidden this feels.

"Dieter no one does what you do, the way you brought Roberto's grief to life in "Colombia Nights" was unlike anything others have done."

His eyes slip closed and he nods, shoving you back onto his hard length.

You love the effect the praise has on him, and you decide to ramp up your onslaught between sloppy slurps of his dick.

"The aching subtlety of your performance in The Green?"

You surge forward and slide him all the back into your mouth, your nose nuzzling the sparse hair at the base of his cock, bobbing your head a few times. You revel in his scent, clean but distinct.

Then you pull back, holding the head of him against your lips as you speak in a low, breathy tone.

"God, you would raise an eyebrow and the whole tone of the scene would change."

He groans loudly, unable to contain himself. His head lolls back onto the wood paneling.

"Fuck, you take me so well. Tell me….fuck …more. I need…..need more."

You bob your head furiously, tears appearing at the corner of your eyes every time the fat tip of his dick hits the back of your throat.

Arousal already pooling in your panties, you hoped you would get a chance to fuck him. You want him so bad. The rough carpet is digging uncomfortably into your knees but you ignore it.

You pull off him a third time.

"You were so fucking amazing as the CIA agent in Born to Kill. God. The writing was terrible but you elevated the whole film."

His cock twitched in your mouth, his head thrown back with his eyes pinched closed. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly above you.

"Fuck I'm…nggg…close. So close, keep going"

You pumped him with a slick palm as you made a last impassioned plea.

"You should have won an Oscar for that performance"

With that he jerks violently and spurts of cum land hotly on your lips as a low moan escapes his throat above you. You open up for him and lick and suck him down greedily, committing his warm, salty taste to memory.

After a beat, his breathing starts to return to normal and he lifts his head back up and… pats you lightly on the cheek.

"Alright Sweet cheeks. I'll see you around. Cliff Beasts is out April 30th."

He reaches down and pulls the grey sweatpants back up, tucking his softening cock in. In your line of view, still on your knees, you can see a little growing patch of cum staining the light grey material and can't help but feel a bit smug that you did that.

You're not fully on your feet yet when Dieter starts making his way down the corridor, and the last you see of him is the edge of his purple shirt disappearing around the corner.

You touch your fingertips to your swollen, cock-bruised lips.

What on earth just happened?

#dieter bravo #the bubble #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

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