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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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Congrats on your unique milestone!!

Hmm how about a micro with Dieter Bravo and Library AU?

Hi lovely! Thank you for this request. This turned out to be something completely different than what I expected, but... I kind of dig the vibe 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have no good explanation for this, but I hope you find some kind of enjoyment in it!

Dieter Bravo x library AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 800 words | warnings: grumpy, booklover!Dieter, librarian!Reader, I honestly don't know what else to say lol, I can't explain what I've written

Dieter Bravo tosses a dogeared paperback onto the check-out counter at the local library and fishes for his wallet somewhere in the depths of his sweatpants.

You take one look at the familiar cover, and blurt out, ‘That’s my favourite book.’

He hums, not particularly interested in your opinion as he hands you his library card, which you’d personally printed out and laminated when the request from the mayor’s office came through a week ago.

At his dismissive air, you grumble under your breath, ‘It’s way better than that dumpster fire of a book that your movie is adapted from.’

That catches his attention.

Skeptical eyebrows ascend from behind his dark sunglasses. ‘Is that right?’

Having checked out the book, you slide it across the desk to him with a faux sweet smile. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’

Dieter comes into the library every Thursday, after filming hours. You want to say you don’t understand why he does, but your workplace is one of two spots that’s still open after six o’clock in your tiny little town, the other being the local diner. And you guess there’s only so much drugs you can do in one’s hotel room before that gets boring too.

The next week, he returns your favourite book and surprises you with a question. ‘Got anything else like this one?’

So back and forth you go. He never tells you if he likes the books. He barely grunts two words at you, the sunglasses always firmly on, ringed fingers tapping on the counter impatiently when you beep the bar codes on his card and the book you recommend that week.

You don’t mind. You work at the library for a reason, and it’s not for a love of talking.

The weeks wind down, and soon there are whispers that his movie will wrap soon, in a couple of weeks. You’re not exactly sad, but you’ve liked sharing your favourite books with this man, whose glitzy, high-flying life is so far removed from yours - and yet your eyes have read the same words, your fingertips have traced the same lines of text, and your hands have turned the same pages.

The penultimate Thursday, when Dieter walks up to your counter, you have a book ready for him.

It’s a departure from the established routine - you usually tell him where the book is, and he goes fetch it himself. He doesn’t question you though, and instead, waits for the blurb that you always give him by way of an introduction. When you shrug wordlessly, he arches an eyebrow at you, but he doesn’t probe.

The next Thursday, you’re down with the flu and you call in sick for the day. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re relieved that you won’t see Dieter for the last time. Filming has wrapped, and you know he’s flying out this evening (there are no secrets in a small town).

Your dinner of canned chicken soup is bubbling on the stove when there’s a knock on your door. Swinging it open, you wonder if you’re high on your flu medicine.

Dieter Bravo is standing on your tiny doorstep, which is barely wide enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. He holds the book in one big hand, his ridiculous rings catching the porch lights. Something is off, and it takes you a few more moments to realise why -

He’s not wearing his sunglasses.

Warm brown eyes hold yours as he says more than asks, ‘You wrote this, didn’t you?’

His confident statement steals the breath right out of your parted lips, and you stare back at him, dumbfounded.

Not a single soul knows. You published the book under a pseudonym with a small press on the other side of the country and made enough to cover your costs, which was more than you expected. Covertly, you ordered a copy for the library, and it’s been checked out exactly three times in the last four years. It’s been sitting in its little spot, gathering dust until you took it off the shelf last week on an impulse.

You realise that Dieter is still waiting for your answer, but the words don’t come. The car sitting on the curb honks, and he smiles ruefully before pushing the book into your limp hands, and walks away without looking back.

When the SUV rounds the corner, your gaze drops to the paperback. His eyes have read the same words that you wrote, his fingertips have traced the same lines of text that you know by heart, his hands have turned the same pages you now fan through -

Something falls out of the book and you just manage to catch it before it flutters out of reach.

It’s a name card with Dieter’s cell number on one side, and on the other, in precarious handwriting that can only be his -

Wanna make a movie?

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 8 months

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I don't write Real People Fanfic but: Imagine Dieter Bravo doing the "Daddy is a State of Mind" bit.

You got given a gag gift for Christmas, a "Daddy is a State of Mind" t-shirt with three Dieter headshots on it. You wear it unashamedly because "I'll never run into him" but then one Saturday at the grocery store, he's there in all his shabby cardigan and dark Rayban glory. He sees it, and you die inside as he stalks over to you in the produce isle pyjama pants swooshing, then he says, "Daddy is a state of mind, want me to show you?"

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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A Dieter x director's assistant!reader idea I got while walking;

You're the director's assistant and very efficient at your job. You're especially fond of coming to the studio early. So early that the sun isn't even up yet, and tidy the place around. Make a list of what scenes need to be shot for the day and anything else. You get your coffee and work, both excited and tired.

However, one morning you find that there's someone already there before you. You find the lead Dieter Bravo there, half asleep, but lips still moving as he looks over his lines. You're surprised to find him there and he's equally surprised to find you standing and staring at him with a fresh piping hot coffee.

"Sorry," you murmur. "Usually no one is here this early except me,"

He only nods, eyes tiredly looking up from his script. He looks you over then pushes a chair in your direction.

"Would you read some lines back to me?"

You have a million things you need to get done before the crew starts coming in, you need to go over your to-do list, and make sure everything is ready for the day.

But what do you do?

You sit with him. Read lines with him. Give him pointers.

This goes on until the others start coming in, and he thanks you.

The next morning you find Dieter waiting for you at the same spot, script open.

And without even thinking you had bought two coffees.

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tieronecrush · 11 months

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Hello sweet one,

I have been perusing the candy on offer and have finally decided on what I would like.

I am a sucker for some pick'n'mix, and would love to see what you can do with the sweetly sublime Dieter and the prompt "that looks much better on you than it ever did on me "

thank you so much for sending in a request lovely :)) hope it’s a sickly sweet as you were imagining!! 💗

dieter bravo x gn!reader

always 18+ MDNI — no further warnings on my drabbles so read at your own risk!

“Di? Where are you?” your sock covered feet shuffle against the hardwood floors of his house, shivers wracking your body. You pull the sleeves of Dieter’s green corded robe further over your hands to hold in any warmth, the pounding of your headache thumping in time with your steps.

“In here, baby!” His voice calls from somewhere down the hall — totally unhelpful with his directions, typical from him.

He’d insisted you come over to stay at his place when he found out that you were alone in your apartment for the week, and that you were fighting off a cold you’d gotten from one of your students.

“This house is too frickin’ huge, can’t find anything in it…” you grumble as you check each open doorway, getting to the end of the upstairs hallway and turning to your left to see Dieter in his studio working on a new painting. It brings a smile to your face, taking in how much he concentrated on his creative expression. A sniffle breaks him out of his zone, glancing over his shoulder at you with a tender grin.

“Hey there, love,” he chuckles softly as he lifts his hand to face, taking a puff of the joint he’s got lit before ashing it in the tray on the side table holding all of his supplies. He leaves it burning there, setting down the brush in his hand on the same surface, facing you fully as he beckons you into the room.

With a sigh, you start your shuffle again, crossing the studio to stand in front of him. His cool hand presses against your forehead, a frown tugging his lips down.

“Still feel warm. What are you doin’ out of bed, baby?” His hands soothe up and down your arms along the texture of his robe, your shoulders shrugging as you inhale with your runny nose again.

“Missed you. Got bored sitting in bed in your big bedroom alone.” Dieter’s smile ticks up on one side, eyebrows wiggling.

“Missed me, huh?”

“God, not like that. I wanted cuddles,” you roll your eyes playfully and hit his shoulder weakly, Dieter wrapping his arms around your waist to tether you together.

“Can you blame me for wanting you all the time, hon? I mean, look at you,” he drops his head and gives you a once over, combing over you clad in his striped pajama pants and robe, “That all looks much better on you than it ever did on me.”

“I doubt that. Especially right now. I feel like a walking human shaped blob of ‘bleh’.”

“‘Bleh?’ Well, we can’t have you feeling like ‘bleh,’” his brushes his thumb on your cheek and gives you a soft smile, “How about I go get you some tea and something to eat, you head back to my room, and we’ll watch a movie or something in bed? Kinda got a little case of munchies myself.”

You chuckle softly and nod slowly, cringing at the pain of your headache.

“Alright, c’mon, sicko. Back to bed. And I’m gonna choose something to watch that’s gonna bore you to sleep.” His lips press a kiss to your forehead, turning you around by your shoulders and guiding you out of the studio and back to his room.

You’re snuggled up with his fancy down comforter and four of his plush pillows making a nest around you when Dieter comes back in, balancing a mug filled nearly to the brim with ginger lemon tea, a bag of microwave popcorn, M&Ms, and a brownie. Not a “special” brownie, he clarified.

He spread everything out on the bed, handing you the mug and climbing under the covers next to you, an arm around your shoulders to tuck you into his side.

“Thanks for takin’ care of me, Di.”

“That’s what I’m here for, baby. In more ways than one.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, laughing softly that turns into coughing.

“Quit making me laugh, it hurts.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be quiet, you get some sleep, love.”

You hum and close your eyes, falling asleep quickly with his warmth next to you and already feeling better with him around.

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vivian-pascal · 4 days

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Hands on Hands

dieter x f!reader

warnings: fluff, fluffy fluff fluff, mentions of sex, just dieter being a lil snuggly bug.

authors note: this is a little drabble for @morallyinept since her ask got deleted when I updated my laptop! I hope you enjoy!

"Baby." You look down at the messy curls and the soft whistles of air blowing on your shoulder. You smile softly as he turns his head towards you. You look down at him and kiss him on his nose. He chuckles as he turns over on his stomach.

He grabs onto your waist and you giggle as he hoists your body underneath him. His head lies on your chest as he wraps his arms around your body.

"What'd ya need?" You run your hands through his hair. Scratching at his scalp and slowly massaging his head. He groans at the feeling and you smile softly. "Nothing baby, go back to sleep."

He squeezes your small frame beneath him and yawns. You feel light tapping at the end of your shorts. His fingers going in and out, massaging your thigh.

"You don't need anymore sex do ya?" You laugh aloud and swat his head. "Dieter! No!"

He lifts his head and rests his chin on your chest. You grin at him as he pouts his lips. "So you're saying you don't wanna have sex with me?"

You wrap your hands around his head as he frowns. "No baby, just not right now, I just wanna lie here with you." He smiles softly and gives you a kiss. He slowly rests his head back on your chest and wraps his arms around you tighter.

"But we can still have sex later right?"

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wannab-urs · 1 month

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The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side.

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two.

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems.

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed.

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house.

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?”

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes.

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.”

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks.

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch.

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner.

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

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dieterbravobrainrotclub · 13 days

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Join us in a Dieter Bravo drabble challenge!

We would love to extend our May drabble challenge out of server for anyone who might like to participate!

PROMPT: “Do you believe in aliens?”

TROPE: meet-cute

RULES:

-Fic should be 1k or less words.

-Must feature Dieter Bravo.

-Other characters can be included (e.g. reader, oc, other Pedro characters).

-Post to tumblr and/or ao3 any time in the month of May.

-Please appropriately tag any warnings when posting.

-Tag us at @dieterbravobrainrotclub or send us a link to the work so we can reblog and share it!

We look forward to seeing your creations!!

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beskarandblasters · 1 month

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Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge - Masterlist

If you’d like to join the challenge check out this post! Divider by @saradika-graphics 🤍

Debut 🦋

Fearless ✨

The Way I Loved You + Frankie Morales - @hellfire-state-of-mind

The Other Side Of The Door + Javier Peña - @trulybetty

Today Was A Fairytale + Javi Gutierrez - @starjedi86

Speak Now 💜

Enchanted to Meet You (Enchanted) - Din Djarin by @beskarandblasters

27 Seconds (Last Kiss) - Marcus Pike by @hellfire-state-of-mind

Red 🧣

Begin Again - Joel Miller by @sweetenerobert

Come Back…Be Here + ‘Tis The Damn Season + Frankie Morales - @the-orange-tabby-cat

Better Man - Javier Peña by @dancingtotuyo

1989 🗽

When we go crashing down (Style) - Dave York by @janaispunk

When the sun came up, you were looking at me (Out of the Woods) - Din Djarin by @freelancearsonist

Wildest Dreams + Joel Miller - @planet-marz1

Worth It For Once (Slut!) - Frankie Morales by @burntheedges

Reputation 🐍

Delicate + Joel Miller - @noxturnalpascal

In shades of gray and candlelight (Getaway Car) - Marcus Pike by @freelancearsonist

Dress + Javier Peña - @notpetewentzx

Call It What You Want - Joel Miller - @beardedjoel

Lover 🏹

Cruel Summer - Dieter Bravo - @fhatbhabie

Paper Rings - Joel Miller by @whocaresstillthelouvre

False God - Ezra by @xdaddysprincessxx

Daylight + Frankie Morales - @sweetenerobert

Folklore 🪩

The 1 + Dieter Bravo - @schnarfer

Cardigan - Joel Miller by @always-andromeda

Exile + Javi Gutierrez - @polaroidpascal

August + Joel Miller - @hellishjoel

Clandestine (Illicit Affairs) - Mr. Ben by @hellfire-state-of-mind

Invisible String - Din Djarin by @saradika

Evermore 🍂

Champagne Problems + Frankie Morales or Javier Peña - @proxima-writes

Come Back…Be Here + ‘Tis The Damn Season + Frankie Morales - @the-orange-tabby-cat

No Body, No Crime - Tim Rockford by @theetherealbloom

Midnights 🌃

And I Lost You (Maroon) - Joel Miller by @lotusbxtch

Trembling/Famished/Hollow/Gone (Midnight Rain) - Frankie Morales by @thirtysevenodddogs

Constellations in his eyes (High Infidelity) - Dave York by @janaispunk

The Tortured Poets Department 🖋️

Down Bad - Joel Miller - @whocaresstillthelouvre

But Daddy I Love Him + Joel Miller - @proxima-writes

Fresh Out The Slammer + Javier Peña - @freelancearsonist

Guilty as Sin? - Din Djarin - @beskarandblasters

loml + Marcus Pike - @dancingtotuyo

Clara Bow + Dieter Bravo - @joelsgreenflannel

The Black Dog + Dave York - @janaispunk

I Look In People’s Windows + Frankie Morales - @thelightsandtheroses

Moodboards 🖼️

August + Joel Miller - @joelsgreenflannel

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nerdieforpedro · 1 month

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Fare Well

For @wannab-urs Hozier Song Drabble Challenge

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Sweet Pea)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.8k (Yeah so…I went past Drabble 👀)

Summary: Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

Warnings: unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

Notes: I listened to this song 5 times in a row because I didn’t really listen to Hozier (now I do). The color this fic is purple or violet, whichever you wanna say it. 💜 I bolded lyrics I was able to put in the fic. 🤗 Thanks to Gin for giving me two Dieter fics to write back to back. ☺️ That little trash panda is always so giving.

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Writing Challenge

Tapping his foot on his hardwood floors, Dieter Bravo is in an all too familiar place. He’s been purposely busy. Keeping occupied except for when he’s completely exhausted has kept him out of trouble, even in the tabloids. People are saying he’s changed for the better. He knows he’s keeping clean, keeping in the straight and narrow.

Bravo has run into a snag on his progress.

The last few paintings had done well in gallery showing, even selling for double than asking price, his last movie was well reviewed. These are both very good things, wonderful. He’s happy, proud even. Bravo is having plenty of sex, mountains of it. In his head. Reality has played out much differently. All this work he’s doing, he hasn’t been able to chase a different high. One he’s used to replace the drugs. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find people to have sex with. He’s been more careful about it, not something he’s been concerned about prior to his new leaf. In doing so, acts he’d normally attempt weight more heavily on his mind and keep little Dee from swelling when needed. Bravo knows the rumor that might be going around but it’s not true! Since his mind is clearer, he actually thinks about who he’s having sex with more and little D isn’t always on board. You know, one of those words his therapist mentioned – cognitive dissonance except it’s happening with his partner in pleasure little D. Big D when he’s feeling in the mood.

He knows he could just go to one of those discreate clubs, seek his needs out there, but he always assumed he wouldn’t need one. The Oscar Winner keeps looking for different projects, in his studio trying out new paints, trying to learn the saxophone (it was a bad idea, but sounded great at three in the morning when he called his assistant and told him what to buy), he then went to a spin class and damn near passed out after fifteen minutes and tried a cooking class but was kicked out for causing an oil fire.

Nothing was working so he called and asked to stop by, check the place out. The owner of course said that was fine – he’s Dieter Bravo, they’d love to have him. Dieter told the owner,

“I’ll take any high. Any glazin’ of the eyes. Any solitary pleasure that masks my sorrow. No drugs though, I’m not willing to backslide over it.”

The owner said they understood and had the perfect person for him.

So now Dieter waits in this room. It’s an array of different purples well violets since this is a more classy place. He wanted to undress to his boxers but was told by the front desk to leave them on. He did remove his shoes, socks and jacket, but otherwise he’s dressed. Simple black slacks and a white button-down shirt that had bellowing sleeves with a deep v-cut exposing his chest down to his sternum. He felt like dressing up a bit but still kept it simple, most of the clientele were in suits and dresses that Dieter saw. Soft guitar music played in the background, he closed his eyes as he waited curious who they might have matched him with based on what he asked for.

Dieter heard the clicking of heels first. Then smelled a deep woodsy fragrance, it approached slowly, matching the pace of the heels. They stopped in front of him and he caught hints of citrus and a flower. Using his aquiline nose to sniff closer to the source, feeling body heat radiating from whoever was in front of him. “It’s faint but you smell like a sweet pea.” He released a deep breath he’d been building from taking in and trying to identify the different components of their scent.

“Welcome Mr. Bravo. I hope my fragrance invokes pleasant memories. I’m told you want to rid yourself of sorrow. Correct?” The voice embraced him as soft fingers coiled around his neck, thumbs pressing into his chin.

“Yes, please. I need to forget, just for a bit. Then I might be able to get my body to function properly. Everything is fine, great even.” He kept his eyes closed and he felt them. Lips on his forehead, warm and plush. They lingered, “Can I touch you, please?” No answer was given as hands left his neck and were placed on each side of a torso. His palms roamed slowly tracing the lace that wrapped the body he had in his hands.

The lips left his forehead and he was tempted to reach for them, but kept his eyes closed, he would wait, trying to keep his breathing even. “Is this alright Mr. Bravo or do you want someone who might-“Dieter wildly shook his head.

“Don’t you go anywhere Sweet Pea. Stay right here with me. Just like this. Maybe more. Can I look at you?” He pulled the body toward him, sniffing more. “Call me Dieter. Mr. Bravo is the one having issues with his little D.” He made himself chuckle knowing what a stupid joke it was. Fingertips graced his cheek and tipped his chin upward.

“Look at me Dieter. How do you want me to drown your sorrows tonight? I usually go by Violet due to the room, but I like Sweet Pea when you say it. It makes me sound cute.” The giggle from this celestial being has Dieter wondering if she’ll still giggle if he’s buried between her legs. He wouldn’t need to come up for air, just search for what would be his reward: her moans and his tongue squeezed by her pelvic muscles. His palms ran around to her back, feeling the different rolls of her body.

“I want to see if I’m going to go into a coma from drowning in your nectar Sweet Pea. Can I be your first casualty? If I was going to go, I’d want to be surrounded by thick thighs and a woman’s cries I offer her.” Slipping her left heel off, Sweet Pea places her leg on the bed beside Dieter’s right leg. His hand slowly makes its way across the curve of her wide ass to her thigh, his large fingers dipping into the small holes of the fishnets, tugging on them. “Let me show you gorgeous.”

Smiling, Sweet Pea gives his lips a quick peck before bending to reach between his legs, “Seems just the thought is enough Dieter. Why come to me? I’m sure you’ve got many offers, especially if you’re asking like that.” She lowers her leg and stands back up, turning her back to him but looking over her shoulder to meet his eyes. The glint in them makes her lick her lips, she could ask him to do it, just to see if he will. Given how desperate he is, he might. He won’t say it, but his body betrays him, he said that ‘little D’ was having trouble but that didn’t seem to be the case at all from what she felt. Maybe it’s the scents, the atmosphere and that what happens here will remain here until he comes back. She crosses the room and drops her black thong, stepping out of it and her other heel, sitting on a violet velvet loveseat with her legs open wide. “This is what you want right Dieter?” Her elbows are on her knees with one hand beckoning him. “Come to me, but undress and crawl.”

Bravo doesn’t want control right now, nor does he want to think. He just wants to act, to perform. In this moment, he isn’t thinking about how lonely he is or how his career could crumble on some whim of culture or random video. There’s only this purple room he can melt into as he removes his clothes, making himself bare to Sweet Pea. Dieter’s actually hard, dripping onto her carpet as he lowers himself onto the floor on all fours. His knees are burning as he makes his way across the padded carpet. It’s worth his goal though, into her tender folds. “You like to see a man work, huh Sweet Pea? That’s more than fine.” Halfway there, his bobbing swollen cock made a mess of the carpet and his belly. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on her knees and looked up to her, balancing himself on his knees so little D was at full attention. He wanted to show her what she’d been able to bring out of him so far. Something changed though, he was smiling but Violet recognized it. She used her fingers to rub circles into his biceps and shoulders before tracing the pronounced vein on his neck.

“You adorable man. This isn’t what you want. At least not now. You can’t seem to decide between the two Dieter.” Fingers run through his hair, and he knows she’s right but couldn’t she had said so after he’d had his fill, hear her cries?

“You’re not wrong, but I still need this. Need you.” He dipped his head to nibble on her thigh and she hummed but pushed his head back. In standing, she also helped him to his feet and brought him back to the bed, removing her lace corset and climbed on the bed.

“From behind, I’m not going to have your tears dripping where I can watch while you fuck me.” Now Sweet Pea was on all fours and Dieter’s sorrow returned. It was inescapable, but he wanted to see her face. He could block it off, just for a short while he tried to get the sunshine.

“No, I need to see how your face changes as you take me.” Crawling across the bed behind her, he pulled her back flush to his chest and turned her chin over her shoulder, capturing her lips. Slipping his tongue in, the warmth felt good. He hadn’t had it in months, he didn’t know why now, in this place with her, but he’d accept it. All of it. “Pleasure to mask my sorrow is why I’m here, Sweet Pea. Have me bask in the sun.”

Their kiss broke as Sweet Pea turned to put her arms around his shoulders, kissing his forehead once again as Dieter laid back on the bed, she fell forward as he took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in. Her hair fell around her face, her wet folds grazed his shaft and he moaned. “I’ll be your dawn until the light shines on you Dieter.”

Coming unbound, feeling elated and devastated when he had to leave, Dieter had been able to bury his sorrow in pleasure for a time. Another appointment was made for later in the week. To quote Bravo, “I’ll deny me none while I’m allowed because I wouldn’t fare well.”

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wildemaven · 1 month

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Moodboard for a plot bunny that’s been bouncing around the last week… one im actually excited to write hopefully soon

#I’ll probably use it for one of the blind dieter drabbles in my inbox #dieter bravo imagine #dieter bravo #pedro pascal #wildemaven moodboard

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jpbpxma · 18 days

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hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

(yes the picture is a way to bring your attention to this post)

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 months

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Since all good things come in threes, I have another request, hehehe. (You're leaving no crumbs today with your 5 sentence fics, Steph, wow!)

Precious little chaos nugget Dieter Bravo and "I'm not drunk enough for this."

I have no idea how my head went there, but I kind of love it lmao

Summary: Dieter Bravo x gn. reader

Warnings: established... situationship, big brown eyed and excited Dieter, a sleeping Alpaca that had not been harmed in the writing of this fic

"I'm not drunk enough for this," you were rubbing your temples, closing your eyes as if this was all just a dream you just had to wake up from.

But when you opened your eyes the picture in front of you was still the same.

There on the big king sized bed in his beverly hills villa sat your.... situationship and boss Dieter Bravo and laying next to him a fully grown sleeping.... Alpaca?

"I named her after you," Dieter said quietly, excitement all over his face as he looked at you with his big brown eyes.

You had so many questions, some questions you were pretty sure you did not even want an answer to, your mind already making a internal checklist about what you had to add to your already long to do list today, now that Dieter had gotten an Alpaca... for you?

"Her fur is almost as soft at yours," he wiggled his eyebrows as he swaggered over to you, your eyes widening when you realised what he meant, your mouth already opening to argue when his lips pressed against yours in a sloppy kiss.

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#5 sentence fics #Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo x reader #Pedro Pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #drabbles

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 1 month

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give me a sign (Dieter Bravo x f!reader)

WC: 200

summary: is it too late?

notes: angsty af, established relationship, ups and downs of celebrity and living in Hollywood, feelings

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He searches for the ring he gave you so long ago. Its presence would give him hope. A physical sign that you’re still here, that you still believe in what the two of you have shared.

Something precious among the messy, relentless, and chaotic world that is Hollywood. A place where true love is constantly tested.

There isn’t much left to give. You’re both exhausted and frustrated. Prying eyes and the cameras are looking for cracks in the polished facades you display. Fun personas and colorful outfits can only go so far.

It’s a tiring game, being in the spotlight while maintaining a relationship that is shaky at best. Others in your position gave a valiant effort and failed. Is this how your story ends too?

Your heart aches as you cry. The conversation you’ve been dreading, but agreed to have. In person, in private. In a room where countless memories were made with the person you love.

You reach for his hand, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the golden band that’s wrapped around your fourth finger.

He exhales deeply, but still cautious of what you will say.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dieter,” you confess. “How about you?”

#Mel writes #angsty af #Dieter Bravo fanfiction #Dieter Bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #making myself write something every day this week #Dieter Bravo drabbles #Dieter

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itsokbbygrl · 2 months

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you should definitely write dieter and the reader both fucking up their backs mid-fucking IN PAIN

And dieter is like:

Ask and ye shall receive.

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Drabble: At Least There Are Drugs

Tags: 18+ MDNI, silly smut, unprotected piv, reader has tits and a cunt and legs and a stomach but no other physical descriptors, mention of drugs but none specified, swearing, description of minor back injuries

Sweat beads and rolls down along the dip of your spine as you lift and drop your hips again and again, the obscene percussive smacking of skin on skin fills the room as ass meets thighs over and over. You throw your head back in ecstasy, the hard cock you're riding filling you just right.

"Yes, oh, fuck, yes, right there right there, feels so fucking good," you babble.

"Jesus christ," you hear Dieter quietly mutter. You look down and find his eyes locked on you, the way your tits bounce, muscles in your stomach tightening and releasing with every movement causing your skin to ripple rhythmically, and lower, watching how your cunt has coated him in your translucent milkiness, showing him more more more before taking away the view as quickly as it was shared every time your strong thighs lift and lower your body over him.

You're there, right on the edge of bliss, just a few more good punches to your spot and rolls of your hips brushing the hair at his base against your clit and you'll tip over, you think. Then you feel it and you scream.

"OW OW OW OW OH FUCK OH FUCK," you pull off him immediately and roll away, unable to find a comfortable position as your back spasms over and over again, tightness gripping so strongly you fear you might throw up from the intensity of it. You start to sob, unable to stop the emotional reaction, and uncaring at this point, just praying the pain stops soon.

"Sugar, what's wrong? What'd you do? What can I--oh FUCK," Dieter exclaims. He had hastily pushed himself up onto his elbows and turned to his side to check on you and in the process, the muscles in his mid-back seized on the left side. He groans and writhes in pain for a moment.

You can't help but laugh through your intense pain. This is a new level of sex pain and suppose it comes with the territory of getting older, body less resilient every day you get further from your youth. You reach your arm back blindly to feel for him. "Diets, you ok, baby?"

He groans a laugh. "Sugar I think I threw my back out."

"Well that makes two of us then. What a pair we are!"

You both chuckle. Dieter finds your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. "Well, at least we've got the good drugs."

#hope this was at least kind of what you wanted!#answered #LJ writes #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo smut #drabble

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 2 days

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Chloe Or Sam - A Dieter Bravo Drabble

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader Word Count: 500 Summary: Friendship get complicated whenever somebody confesses their feelings. Warnings: Angst, smut memories, feelings, lost friendship. I'm sorry your heart was broken Dieter. A/N: Hi, it's me again posting yet another Taylor song themed drabble. I listened to "Chloe Or Sam Or Sophia Or Marcus" and had to write this out.

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He’s there, always there. At your table, a chip taken out of the vase from the time he accidentally knocked his hand into it while animatedly telling a story. In your car, his forgotten sunglasses still sitting in the middle console, one of the many pairs he always loses. On your couch, the brown blanket you have draped over the back reminding you of his big fuzzy coat you helped him pick out. In your bed, the memory of the time you took your friendship a step forward, his eyes watching as you unbuttoned your shirt, his smile as you climbed on top of him.

The walls of your apartment whisper his name, they hold the sound of him telling you he loved you, tearing your world apart, his confession, his idealization of you. You’d never be able to change into his idea of what he wanted, what he needed, you’d never be able to save him the way he always wondered if you could.

A sigh, his brown eyes downcast at your rejection. His earring glinting in the light as he solemnly nods, that same earring you helped him pierce in your bathroom while splitting a bottle of wine. Your apology, his smile as he tells you he understands, he’s such a good actor.

He walks away, how many times will he tear your world apart?

You watch from afar. You dress up as someone else, changing into what someone else needs, still feeling like a fool while you play the part of someone else’s goddess, looks like you’re also a good actor.

You watch his movies, you watch his interviews, you ignore his calls, you never text back. His handsome face shines on the screen. Your heart breaks over and over as you match each smile with a memory of him. A chill as he tells the pretty starlet he loves her as he saves the day, you pull the blanket that reminds you of him closer feeling like a villain as you wonder if your boyfriend can sense your guilt. You wish you could be his hero, you wish you could change into the cape and save him, but you know he doesn’t need you like he needs drugs. You could never watch that.

Tabloid fodder, paparazzi pictures, rehab rumors gallop around your head like wild horses. He tries on partners as you settle down, you think of his hands all over them. You watch it happen.

You sell off that apartment, moving into a new home, somewhere that he no longer haunts like a phantom hologram. The cadence of his footsteps no longer following you down the hall into your bedroom, the breeze from the window no longer floating across your skin as he undresses you, the walls of your bedroom no longer painted dark green acting as the backdrop while his naked body crashes into yours.

You try to outrun the desertion, you try to tell yourself you were too impaired by your youth, you were a wreck, he still is one.

It could never be enough.

Bravo.

#pedro pascal #dieter bravo #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal drabble #dieter bravo brainrot club #dieter bravo fanfiction #ttpd #the tortured poets department

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