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[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

The Lack of Kenergy

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 610

Summary: Dieter is upset over the results of the 96th Academy Awards. Sorry to people who liked Oppenheimer, it was a good movie, but it wasn’t my favourite film of the year.

Warnings: opinions on films that you may not agree with, two people who are in love but also really horny for each other so lots of saucy suggestions!

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It was night and you were in bed reading a book.

Alone.

There was a severe lack of Dieter in bed. You were so used to the blanket of his body warmth you almost felt a little cold.

You knew the Academy Awards were on in the afternoon, so he was probably watching that. Normally, neither of you cared much about them but this year his favourite film Barbie had been nominated and he greatly cared about it and wanted to know whether it had won anything.

Eventually, he walked into the bedroom with such a glum look on his face. He fell onto the bed face down and gave out a whine much in the way an upset puppy would.

You couldn’t help but stroke his hair sympathetically, “Dieter, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t hear his mumble, so you nudged him to sit up.

“Barbie didn’t win Best Picture.”

“Oh, so that’s what you were up to,” he nodded. “So who won?”

“Oppenheimer.”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course they did.”

He turned to face you, “They won way too many awards.”

“Did they win Best Costume?”

“No, that went to Poor Things.”

“Oh good, I liked those costumes.”

“Yeah they were, but Barbie went through years of doll history to recreate several outfits for every character and so much thought was put into them.”

“Sounds like they were snubbed a bit.”

“They did win Best Song.”

“I’m Just Ken?”

“No, What Was I Made For.”

“Well, at least it won something.”

Dieter sighed, “Yeah but it deserved more. Honestly, I didn’t think Oppenheimer was as amazing as everyone made it out to be.”

“Yeah, personally I thought it was a bit long and the fast-paced editing left me with anxiety.” He gave you a concerning look, but you shrugged it off. “But what do you expect? It ticked all the boxes; it’s a film about a prominent American figure of history.”

Dieter scoffed, “Barbie is a prominent figure of American history.”

“It’s a film about mans role in the world.”

“Barbie did that too, but with more humour and an awesome musical number.”

You sighed, “It’s a film that people will talk about for years to come.”

“I think people will talk about Barbie far longer as it speaks to a wider array of people.”

“Oh, but you forget that Oppenheimer was written and directed by men and the judging is mostly white men. They’ll say it’s the most important film of the year.”

“Yeah, for white men it is. Ugh, it’s all a dick competition with them.”

“Wouldn’t you win that every time?”

“Yeah, but then it’ll bruise there fragile egos. That’s why I stopped dating men.” He snuggled close to you. “In fact, I’d given up on dating and accepted the fact that I was doomed to die alone. But then you had to go and ruin those plans.”

“Oh? How am I going to be punished?”

“Well, for starters,” he sat up so he was sitting right next to you. “I’m going to marry you. Then you’ll be stuck with me for all eternity.”

“For all eternity?”

“Do you think death is going to keep us apart?”

You couldn’t help but smile, “That’s not going to happen for…how long now?”

“Six months and 21 days,” he said that without having to think about it.

“So what about in the meantime?”

“Oh,” he kissed your neck. “I’m thinking the blindfold, if you want?”

Giving a tiny nod of consent, you asked, “Can I rant about the lack of nominations for female directors?”

“Will this include Greta Gerwigs snub and the double standards?” You nodded. “Oh absolutely.”

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[miraclesabound]

A Thing for Angels

Merry Christmas, @toxicanonymity! I'm your secret Santa for the Pedrostories 2023 Holiday event! I hope you enjoy your gift.

Summary: You and Dieter spend your first night together after a lovely Christmas date. It turns out you two may have more in common than you realize.

Pairing(s): Dieter x F!Reader, mentioned Dieter x Anika x Kate

Notes: This is my first time writing Dieter, and I hope I did our racoon boy justice. This is set after the movie, so Dee is trying to stay sober, but he and Anika and Kate are doing the poly thing, both inside and outside of their trio. Reader is mentioned to be like Anika in some personality ways, but doesn't have to look like her.

Warnings: Mentioned past alcohol and drug abuse, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), slightest bit of edging, missionary PiV sex, aftercare, description of injuries, Dieter already being a bit lovestruck, mention of the pandemic

Tags: @toxicanonymity, @grogusmum, @writeforfandoms, @oonajaeadira, @phoenixhalliwell, @autumnleaves1991-blog, @blueeyesatnight, @hopeamarsu, @lavenderursa, @littlemisspascal

Anika and Kate had found their local chapter of sober poly events last month, and while they’ve both had plenty of dates, Dieter had been worried that he would strike out if he went to an event alone. Thankfully, at tonight's holiday gallery, he had met you – gorgeous, charming you. He briefly thought he might know you from somewhere, but even if he couldn’t place it, the two of you had a fabulous evening. Now, as you’re pulling him through the door of your house and into a bruising kiss, he knows he’s going to be thanking his wife and his lady for their diligence for weeks to come.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to go to your place, not his – you’re dressed in a gorgeous outfit, but you’d mentioned near the end of the gallery showing that your feet were killing you. Dieter, as much as anyone, knows how important it is to get home and being able to relax. The relieved slump in your shoulders as you break away from him and get out of your heels doesn’t surprise him at all. You’d mentioned that you used to work an active job, and you’re still not used to not wearing sneakers all the time.

Your smile is somehow even more dazzling than it was at the gallery. “Well, this is the homestead,” you tell him. “It’s not the biggest, but it’s affordable and in decent shape.” Dieter sees what you mean. This apartment is small, but he can see that it’s well appointed and that you have a good workspace. There’s even room for a nice artificial Christmas tree that you’ve decked out in rainbow lights and candy canes.

“Need me to help with anything else?” he asks. You nod, and he moves behind you, helping you shrug off your coat and scarf. You’d worn a rather daring shirt tonight, and Dieter doesn’t miss the opportunity to nibble and bite at your neck once it’s exposed to him.

You giggle at his affections at first, but the laughter morphs into a low moan as Dieter trails his hands down your front, one cupping your breast and the other holding your belly. You’d known what the plan for the night was; Dieter had been upfront with you about that, but there’s a world of difference between anticipation and actually having a pair of competent hands on your body.

You can feel the warmth of Dieter’s breath as he chuckles against your neck. “You like that?” he asks. “You gonna be wet if I unzip those jeans and touch your pretty pussy?”

“Why don’t you find out?” You mean for your voice to come out sultry and husky, but the sound is more whining and desperate than you would have liked.

Dieter doesn’t seem to mind, and with practiced fingers, he gets your jeans open and pushes them and your underwear down your hips. You would worry about stumbling, but Dieter has a strong arm around you. “I gotcha…and how ‘bout that…” He takes a finger and slips it between your pussy lips. “Knew you’d be soaked…”

He knows that if he really pays attention, he could get you off right here in your front hallway, but you’ve invited him into your home – the least he can do is attend to you properly. As you whine in his arms, he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Can we go get comfortable?”

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Comfortable apparently means that within five minutes, you’re sprawled on your back, completely naked, gripping your bedsheets tight while Dieter feasts on your cunt. You know he knows what he’s doing, but it’s not just the technique that has your back arching with every swipe of his tongue. It’s the mix of sensations that’s bringing you to the edge over and over again – the coolness of your sheets, the smell of Dieter’s cologne, the way his messy curls are brushing against your thighs…Dieter is enjoying himself too, if the way he’s moaning into your flesh is any indication. “Fuck, you taste good…” he mumbles. “Like…like I don’t know what, but ‘s just perfect…”

“Deeeee,” you moan. “Dee, please, I wanna come…”

“Can you hang on for me, angel?” he asks as he pulls away. He hates withholding anything from you, but he can feel how hard he is and he wants you to get a proper ride out of him before the night’s over. “Wanna give you my cock…”

“Ok…” You scoot back, and Dieter takes the chance to shuck the rest of his clothes and crawl on top of you. In a different context, you might feel like a prey animal being pinned down by a lion, but there’s such a lightness in his demeanor that it’s more like a gentle rain falling on your skin.

“Hey,” you smile, cupping his cheek.

“Hey yourself,” he smiles back, and he turns his face to quickly kiss the inside of your wrist. “You still ok?”

You nod, and his grin widens. “Awesome – c’mere…” He hitches one of your legs around his hip, and you both groan as his cock rubs through your folds. “You ready for me?”

“Yeah…oh FUCK!” Your fingers dig into Dieter’s shoulders as he lines up and slowly pushes inside of you. He’s not so big that you’re in pain, but you always have a slight adjustment whenever you sleep with a new partner. Dieter kisses your cheek in reassurance, still maintaining that careful pace until he’s seated as far as he can go.

“Can I move, angel?”

“Please!”

“Good girl…” With that, Dieter sets a thorough but unhurried pace, feeling how your breath hitches as he passes through certain parts of your pussy. “That the spot?”

“Yes…” that whining edge is back in your voice, but again, Dieter doesn’t seem to mind. Instead he grinds deeper with his hips, making you cry out from the stimulation both inside and on your clit. “Yes yes yes yes!”

“So good for me…” he says, punctuating the statement with another thrust. “Dunno how I got so lucky…can you come for me?”You barely get the words out when you feel the knot pop behind your spine – your orgasm washes over you like a warm bath. You don’t normally come so quickly, but you certainly don’t mind – especially not when the handsome man above you looks like he’s not far behind you. You wrap your arms around him, kissing him deep as he spills inside of you.

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A few positions and orgasms later, you’re asleep after having a nice hot shower. Dieter is staying the night, and he’s looking around for something to sleep in when he sees a photo of you in an EMT uniform in a frame on your dresser.

Suddenly it clicks for him how he knows you – years ago, you and your crew had saved one of his buddies when he’d fallen off a balcony during a nasty bender. George’s face had gotten plenty fucked up, but thanks to you all, he’d been prevented from a more gruesome injury. No wonder Dieter likes you so much – you make him think of Anika, cool in a medical crisis.

You hadn’t mentioned still doing that line of work when the two of you had talked earlier, and Dieter wonders if the stress of the pandemic made you leave the medical field. However, that’s a question for the morning. As he pulls on a large T-shirt and snuggles into bed with you, he starts mentally planning what he can make for breakfast. After all, what do angels eat?

#dieter bravo #dieter x reader #pedrostories #pedrostoriesgift23 #the bubble netflix #the bubble fanfiction

[nicolethered]

Pedro Pascal as Dieter Bravo behind the scenes of The Bubble, part one

#pedro pascal #dieter bravo #the bubble movie #the bubble netflix #the bubble #I’m in a Dieter mood so I’m going to be making a bunch of bts gifs

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the bet [part two] - all bets are off [dieter bravo x f!reader]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Words: ~3.3k Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT [oral sex - f receiving, nipple play, switch!dieter, switch!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, cream pie, dieter curses a lot and just has a dirty mouth, he's also a tease, kinda sorta semi-public sex because...well, you'll see]. Oh, there's also some smoking mary jane - drug mention. Summary: After losing the bet from last night and that kiss, you end up at Dieter's place, where you both give in to what you really want. A/N: This is part two of the bet!

[dieter masterlist]

Tags: No more taglists, but I will be tagging people I know will read it. @fireproofmarta @absurdthirst

“Hey, pretty lady. You doing anything tonight?”

You smiled as soon as you heard the voice on the other end.

“Hmm…Dieter Bravo,” you hummed, sitting back in your chair.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

“No,” you giggled.

“Oh…that’s good. So can we, like, make out again because I seriously can’t stop thinking about it.” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“Are you getting high?” you asked.

“Duh. Are you gonna answer my question?”

You chuckled. “I have lunch in a few hours. Gimme your address,” you said, and suddenly he was sputtering and coughing in your ear.

“S-Sorry.” He quickly gave you his address, and you wrote it down. “Gotta go clean up the place.” Before you could say another word, he hung up, and you looked at the phone before hanging it up, shaking your head.

Most of the time, you never even took lunch. You spent your days hunched over your desk, either standing or sitting, trying to get as much work done as possible. Maybe this thing you have going on with Dieter would change that.

The taxi pulled up to the building you sort of remember from last night, and you stepped out. You rechecked the apartment number and rang the buzzer.

“Yeah?” Dieter’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“It’s me,” you said.

“Oh, shit. Right. Buzzing you in!” The intercom clicked, then buzzed and the door unlocked. You made your way to the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

“10…35,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as you reached the door, it swung open. “Whoa!”

“Hey!” Dieter simpered, trying his best to lean against the door frame seductively. The smell of weed wafted out into the hall.

“You gonna let me in?” you asked.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He held the door open for you, and you walked inside. There was nothing humble about this place. It was a beautiful loft, the kind you had always wanted to live in but could never afford.

“Holy fuck, Dieter,” you mumbled.

“What?” he asked as he stood beside you.

“This place is amazing,” you told him, shrugging off your jacket.

“Yeah?” He nudged you playfully.

“Yup.” You turned to him, biting your lip.

“What did I tell you about biting that lip? My job, remember?” He pulled your lip from between your teeth, and you blinked at him innocently. Then he was kissing you.

“Mmm,” you hummed as he walked backward, pulling you along. The backs of his legs hit his bed, and he fell onto it. You squealed and giggled as you fell on top of him.

“This would be so much nicer if you were naked,” he said, pulling you into another kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, and you sucked on it, taking him by surprise.

“So, kissing me isn’t enough for you?” you teased.

“I didn’t say that. I just…come here….” He pulled you closer, then pressed his lips to your ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Oh,” you breathed, closing your eyes and grinding against him. You kissed him deeply, then pulled away. “You know what would be hotter?” you asked before kissing him again.

“Hm?”

“You…fucking me…against those…big windows,” you told him between kisses.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmured against your lips. His hands palmed your ass and helped you wind your hips against him. He wasn’t wearing underwear under his pajama pants—it was becoming more apparent the longer this went on.

“Wanna let all of the city know you’re fucking me,” you said breathlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding your hips still. You sat up and looked down at him. He had moved one of his hands into his pajama pants. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost made me cum in my pants, that’s what.” He hissed as he held himself and tried to regain his composure. “Been a while,” he confessed.

“Want me to—”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I mean…please, stay right where you are.”

“I do have to get back to work eventually, Dieter.”

He pulled his hand from his pants and sat up, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, I know. Can I just…can I see your tits?” he asked, making a face.

“Real classy,” you teased, and he shrugged. You shook your head even as you unbuttoned your shirt. Dieter eagerly watched, his hands opening and closing at on your thighs.

You let your shirt fall open, and he quickly reaches around to work on the clasps of your bra. He was better at that than anyone else you had been with. You shrugged your shirt off and let your bra slide down. He looked up into your eyes and asked silently. You took his hands and put them on your breasts.

“There…”

“Damn…” He moved his hands carefully, slowly dragging the pad of his thumbs along your nipples. He noticed how that made them hard immediately, so he repeated the action, picking up speed until you were writhing in his lap.

“Fuck, Dieter.” You looked down and watched him fondle you.

“Hm?” He looked into your eyes as he grabbed one breast and slowly moved his tongue over the nipple.

“Shit…fuck…” You grabbed the back of his head, pulling on the soft curls. He latched on and sucked, lathing your nipple with his tongue simultaneously. “Dieter, don’t make me cum in my pants when I have to go back to work,” you moaned.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and licked your nipple as if he couldn’t get enough. “You’re gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?” he asked, pulling at your nipples playfully. You hissed and nodded.

“Interesting,” he purred before moving to the other nipple, looking into your eyes as he did.

“Ah, fuck you, Dieter,” you scolded even as you held his head in place.

“I wish you would,” he teased before biting down on your nipple. You gasped and trembled.

“D-Dieter,” you whimpered. “Don’t…fucking….” He continued teasing one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. “Ah! Dieter!” You started to cum, your hips jerking against him as you threw your head back.

“God, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” He watched you intently as you came because of him.

“You…piece of shit,” you breathed as you laid your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed your back.

“That was the hottest thing ever,” he said.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” You bit his neck and then licked it before sitting up and moving off his thigh. “Gotta get back to work.”

“You can’t say something like that and leave.” He rolled off his bed, not even trying to hide how hard he was.

“Yeah, I can,” you said with a wink.

“Well, are you gonna come back tonight?” he asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You slipped your bra back on and then your shirt. You walked over and kissed him. “Make sure those windows are clean before I come back, okay?” You tapped his cheek, and he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You walked out of the apartment, leaving Dieter standing there like he was lost.

As soon as you left, Dieter searched his place for any cleaning solution he could find to clean his windows.

You sat in your office, anxious to leave. You clicked the pen in your hand repeatedly, checking the clock impatiently. Coincidentally, the mix you were listening to on your Spotify began playing So Anxious by Ginuwine.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. Then it hit you. You were eager to fuck Dieter fucking Bravo. Was he even good in bed? Well, he was good with his tongue. That much you knew.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he made you cum in your panties. He was exceptionally good with his tongue.

The clock finally struck 5:00, and you practically ran out of the door. You took a taxi to Dieter’s place and excitedly buzzed his apartment.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He buzzed you in, and you walked to the elevator. When you got to the 10th floor, he was waiting for you.

“I hope you know my dick hasn’t gone down since you left,” he said, and you laughed.

“You’re not the one who had to go to work with wet panties.” You walked with him to his loft and stepped inside, noticing that the windows looked much cleaner.

“How wet?” he asked.

“Soaked,” you told him.

“Never thought I’d be the guy to get your panties wet, hm? The guy you hated,” he teased.

“I never hated you, Dieter.” You walked over to the windows and looked out over the city. The sun was going down, and you always thought it looked better at night.

“Wanna smoke?” he asked. “High sex is spectacular.”

“Is it?”

“Uh, yeah. I just remember from…a long time ago,” he said.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m some kinda playboy or something.” This was Dieter Bravo being vulnerable, and you appreciated that.

“It’s fine. Really. Let’s smoke. I think we both need to relax.”

You laughed loudly as Dieter told you another story. The coffee table was littered with half-eaten food and snacks, and you can’t remember how much you smoked, but it felt good to let go for a while.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek.

“Thanks.” You sat back and stared at him. “So…are you gonna show me how spectacular high sex can be?”

“Only if you want me to.” He moved closer, and you slowly reached between his legs, touching him through his flimsy pants. Then you slip your hand past the waistband and wrap your hand around his dick.

“For me?” you asked.

“Oh, hell yeah.” His hips moved in time with your hand.

“How does that feel?”

He only looked at you and nodded, then looked down at your hand moving in his pants. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed.

“Just this?” You continued to stroke him slowly.

“Nuh uh but…fuck it. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Wanna take these off?” you asked.

“Please.” He lifted his hips, pulled his pants down, and kicked them off. Your eyebrows shot up as you took in the size of him. You would have never guessed.

“Wow, Mr. Bravo,” you simpered. You stroked him a little faster, twisting your hand as you did. You stopped for a moment, and he was about to complain until you spat onto his cock and began stroking him again.

His eyes rolled back into his head. “Don’t…stop….”

“You want me to make you cum like this?” You tilted your head, waiting for his answer. His only response was to move your hand away and take the rest of his clothes off.

You stood and undressed. He watched you intently, looking at you up and down.

“Come on.” He led you to the windows you loved and turned you so your back was to them. You leaned against them carefully as he kissed you deeply.

As much as he wanted to be inside you, he also wanted to taste you. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder.

“I knew you had a pretty pussy,” he said before spreading your lips with his thumbs. When you felt his tongue on your clit, you gasped.

“I wanna sit on your fucking face,” you moaned.

He froze. “You do?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

He lay on the floor in front of the windows, flat on his back. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I never—”

“I’m sure, beautiful. Come on.”

You stood above him, then slowly lowered yourself to straddle him.

“You’re gonna have to bring it closer,” he teased, and you giggled. “Are you teasing me?”

You shrugged innocently and moved yourself up his body until you kneeled over his face. “What if you start suffocating or something?” you asked.

“Then I’ll die happy. Come on. I’m ready.” He licked his lips as you slowly moved close enough for him to taste you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimpered.

“Mmm!” His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you against his tongue. Your hips started moving back and forth, riding his tongue and face as if your life depended on it. Your hand grasped his on your thigh.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried. “I’m gonna cum on your tongue.”

That only made him swirl his tongue around you and slurp you down eagerly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Dieter!” You came hard, your body writhing and jerking on top of him. You were about to climb off, but Dieter held onto your thighs. He wasn’t entirely done.

“Dieter…what…what…I…ah! Too much!” Surprisingly, you were coming again, gushing all over his face. You finally pulled yourself away and climbed off him, your body still trembling.

“If I could drown in you, I would,” he said. You looked at him and noticed just how wet his face was because of you.

“Did…I do that?” you asked, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you did.” He lay there catching his breath. “You need a break or….”

“I’m fine.” You stood and walked over to the windows again, leaning and pressing your back against one, trying to look as seductive as possible. Dieter sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fucking goddess,” he whispered. He got to his feet, walked over to you, and caged you between his arms. “Is this how you want it?” He moved one hand to your thigh and lifted your leg to his waist. He slowly moved back and forth, getting his dick wet with your juices.

“Yes,” you murmured, and he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“Who gave you the right to be so tight?” Dieter asked through his teeth. You laughed, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed himself into you completely. You both cried out.

“You fill me so well,” you whined, tucking your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You feel too good….” He began pumping in and out of you, stretching you in the best way.

“More,” you begged.

“Yeah?” He pumped faster, pressing your body against the window’s glass even more.

“Mmm fuck me,” you cried.

“You like that, pretty lady? Hm? Tell me.”

“Yes. Yes, I like it!” You moved with him, but suddenly he was pulling out of you and turning you toward the window.

“Hold on,” he warned, and you placed both hands on the glass. He was inside you much faster this time, pumping hard and fast.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Ye-ah-ah,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a stammer, timed with his thrusts. “No one’s ever fucked me like this before,” you admitted.

“You know what that means?” He pressed himself against you and laced the fingers of one of his hands with yours. His other hand slid up your body to your neck.

“It means…you’re mine,” he growled. He pushed into you and stilled. You whined and turned your head to look over your shoulder. Then his tongue was in your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, and you loved it.

“Fuck me, Dieter,” you whimpered, then bit your lip innocently.

“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking your tight little pussy,” he grunted as he slipped a hand between your legs.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, pushing against his thrusts.

“You want a cream pie, hm?” He smirked.

“Yeah. I want it…deep.” You pushed against him again, and he spanked you.

“I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks, bouncing against me. Or how wet you got my dick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you told him before backing up against him so hard he stumbled back. You approached him and pushed him onto the bed, then straddled him. You spit on his dick and stroke it before lowering yourself on it. Your hands find his chest for balance as you start bouncing on him.

“Goddamn…” He grabbed your ass and helped you bounce.

“Shit,” you cried, closing your eyes. The curly hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, and it was just the right amount of friction.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming,” he said.

You shook your head. “Not dreaming, Mr. Bravo.” His cock throbbed inside you, and you smirked.

“God, call me that again,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You like when I ride you, Mr. Bravo?” You bounced a little faster.

“Mm-hm. Yeah, I do,” he gasped.

“You’ve made me cum twice today. I think it’s your turn, hm?”

He nodded wildly. “Yeah, yeah…my turn. Fuck! Fucking fuck me!”

You moved one hand to his neck and squeezed lightly. “I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute,” you teased. You swirled your hips on him and bounced hard and fast, ignoring the burning in your thighs.

“Shit…fuck…fffff….” He shouts your name, sitting up quickly and wrapping his arms around you tightly to stop you from moving. “Shhhhiiiiit. Can’t stop coming,” he said, and you giggled.

“Give it all to me. I can take it, Mr. Bravo.” You kissed his nose, and he groaned. “Hmm, I think you’re leaking out of me. Wanna see?”

He nodded weakly. You slid off him and sat on the bed with your legs spread. “See?”

“Jesus…” He slid his fingers up and down your slit, gathering his cum, before pushing it back inside you. You grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your lips so you could suck them clean. He slipped them out of your mouth and then kissed you hard. He was tasting himself from your mouth, and he loved it.

He laid you down carefully as he continued to kiss you. When he pulled away, he just looked down at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just…I can’t believe we just did that,” he laughed, and it made you laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” you teased.

Dieter was certainly a cuddler. He was pressed against your back right now—arm draped over your waist, and his head nuzzled into your back. He snored softly, and you carefully placed one hand over his, then slowly started to move it. You didn’t want to wake him.

You rolled out of bed quietly and scurried to the bathroom on your tiptoes.

Dieter just happened to wake up when you were in the bathroom. He blinked a few times to focus, reaching out to find an empty space beside him. He sat up quickly and looked around the dark apartment.

He put his head in his hands and sighed loudly. “Too good to be true, you idiot.”

“What did you say?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ha!” He practically jumped out of bed and ran over to you, wrapping you up in his arms. “You’re still here!”

“Uh, yeah. You thought I left?”

“Mmhmm.” He buried his face against your neck.

“I never thought I’d say this about you, but…you’re adorable, Dieter Bravo.”

“Adorable enough to have sex with again?” he said, and you shoved him playfully. He just stood there looking at you.

“What? Now?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah. I dunno about you, but I could go for another round or ten,” he quipped.

“10? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the bed.

“I could make you cum ten more times,” he said arrogantly.

“Oh, you think so?” You climbed onto the bed, putting your ass on display for him.

“Wanna bet?” he asked with a smirk before walking over.

#dieter bravo #mine #the bubble #the bubble netflix #pedro pascal #headcanon

[oldsoul23]

ICONIC

DIETER YOU'RE ICONIC

#pedro pascal #the bubble #the bubble netflix #dieter bravo

[dyns33]

Flufftober 6 - The Bubble

Dieter Bravo x reader 

No one really took the actor seriously when he survived his overdose and said that he saw the future.

This future included what he had first taken for an angel, before realizing that this was the woman of his life, the one who would make him truly happy and who would allow him to stop doing bullshit.

Dieter Bravo, however, seemed to really believe what he was saying.

Not only did he start looking everywhere for the woman he had seen in his dream, but he also stopped drinking and took drugs less and less.

That didn't stop him from acting weird, proving once and for all that his attitude had nothing to do with his bad habits.

He was just weird, and now he was looking for a ghost.

Several women tried their luck. Even though he wasn't perfect, he was still rich, famous, and quite a handsome guy. Trying to use this new fad to their advantage, his agent even decided to organize a kind of contest, so that he meets the one who had saved him, metaphorically speaking.

A filmed contest, of course.

But Dieter immediately refused.

           "I don't understand. Don't you want to meet this girl ?"

           "Indeed, you don't seem to understand !" the actor got angry. "I'm very serious, I had a vision of my future. Of my destiny. I'm not going to choose a pretty girl at random from lots of pretty girls, because it's simple and fun. I want to meet the one I I saw."

           "Maybe she will be there."

           "She's different from the others. She won't be here. I have to fight to find her. I have to rise to the occasion, travel the world, and have the chance to cross her path."

           "Are you sure you don't want to try the contest ? You can choose no girl at the end, and explain what you're looking for on camera, so your special girl recognizes herself."

This didn't seem to convince Dieter, who agreed to enter the contest anyway, as it was stated somewhere in his contract that he had no choice.

There was a lot of betting during the few weeks that the show lasted, people were convinced that he was going to sleep with everyone, drink, smoke, and go back to how he was.

But no.

Dieter Bravo was a new man now, with a purpose.

After he said goodbye to his suitors, he quickly turned to the camera, taking out of his pocket the text he had prepared for a long time.

           "My love. You don't know yet that we were meant to be together, but heaven sent me a sign, the sight of your sweet face, the sound of your laughter, the shine of your smile, and I won't stop looking for you, even if it must take me all my life. As soon as I find you, I will know. I will come to you, and I hope that you will be as happy to meet me as I was to finally see you. I will understand that you're scared, it's a bit strange and I have a pretty complicated past, but please, give me a chance."

Although there were still a few sceptics who thought he was acting for attention, his speech moved the rest of the viewers, who all wanted him to finally meet the one he was looking for.

Many hoped to be the woman in question, and many came to him with this secret hope. All were very disappointed after being gently rejected.

It ended up getting boring.

           "Maybe it's time you accepted that you had a bad trip, just a dream when you were going to die, and that this woman doesn't exist." his agent told him after more than a year of research.

           "She's real ! She's out there and I have to find her !"

           "You're crazy, Dieter. It was kind of funny at first, your popularity had never been so high, but if you don't find it quickly, people will think it's a waste of time. "

           "But I don't care what people think !"

As he stood up to leave the restaurant table, Dieter slammed into someone, nearly knocking them over. It was only with a good reflex that he grabbed their arm, holding them close.

           "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

           "No, it's me, I..." he began before looking at the person standing in front of him.

A young woman. Who looked at him with a shy smile, and a slightly lost look, obviously not knowing who he was and why he was staring at her like that.

But he knew her.

           "You ! It's you ! I've been looking for you for months !"

           "... What ?"

           "It's her ?" asked his agent, rushing towards them. "Her ? But she's not..."

           "Oh, shut up. You're not supposed to be here, you're ruining this moment. Come on."

Without waiting for her answer, Dieter took the hand of the woman of his dreams to lead her outside, in the street, towards the park, far from the crowd. It could have looked like a kidnapping, and he would have understood her screaming and hitting him with her bag, but she seemed curious to see what he was going to do.

She was not risking much, in the middle of the park, surrounded by several joggers, mothers with their strollers, and little old people sitting on benches feeding the pigeons.

           "So, I was saying... It's hard to explain everything, it would have been for you to know a little bit, but anyway. Over a year ago, I almost died, and I saw a woman's face. I knew right away that I had to find that woman, and that she would be the love of my life. And that's you. That's it. I love you."

           "... That's a bit fast, isn't it ?"

           "For you, no doubt. But as I just explained, I've loved you for over a year."

           "You don't even know my name."

           "Oh, what an idiot ! I'm Dieter Bravo, how about you ?"

He didn't understand why, but it made her laugh.

Dieter might have been offended if he hadn't dreamed of that laugh for so many months. It was a real pleasure to hear it in person.

           "You are weird."

           "People often tell me this."

           "I can imagine. I'm Y/N. And you can't be in love with me."

           "Y/N. Lovely Y/N, I can buy you a drink and if you let me, I'll do anything to prove to you that I love you, and to deserve that you love me too."

Of course, Y/N hesitated for a moment. But she at least accepted the coffee, and they would see about the rest, later.

That was enough for Dieter, who already knew they would never be apart again.

#the bubble #the bubble netflix #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo imagine #dieter bravo fanfiction #flufftober 2022

[ladyinthefrozenlake]

I know no one asked for this, but I'm sleep deprived and it popped into my head and I can't stop thinking about it.

Imagine Dieter Bravo finding out that you read "x Reader" fanfiction and imagines about his characters from projects he's been in.

I just feel like there's so much potential there, where ever your preference on the "Fluff to smut" gambit lies, and with pretty much any tropes you'd want to use.

#the bubble movie #the bubble #the bubble netflix #the bubble 2022 #dieter bravo #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction #cliff beasts 6 #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo fluff #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x y/n #dieter bravo x you

[imthefailedartist]

The Bubble 2022

This movie is very long and the novelty of it wore off very, very quickly.

There are funny jokes and scenes, but few and far between. Showing the "Cliff Beasts" final cut wasn't funny after the first time. It's funnier if we just see them acting on green screen then for one scene we see the finished product (Spoiler: the genitals scene) to highlight just how terrible the movie is.

This feels like Judd Apatow wanted a way to force us to accept his other kid as a star. It did not work. Someone famous, who thinks they're normal, wrote it and it's why the movie just doesn't function. They are trying to make fun of the thing but realized the people they are satirizing are their friends.

It could work. It should work. It's got the parts that work and they do, but rarely. If the movie took its premise more seriously and had the ridiculousness happening around the seriousness you've got something. Think Tropic Thunder. It could've worked as a behind the scenes documentary, especially because they make a point to highlight the behind the scenes camera man.

This could've played with language in such an interesting way. "In these unprecedented times" became a meaningless mosh of words after hearing it so often. It could've been such a great joke. A bunch of clueless, spoiled, actors who think their crappy movie is going to be the thing that unites us or whatever saying that in earnest to camera. It would be so funny. Them lamenting about how hard this has been then cut to a crew member who can't go home and is making significantly less and is worried about where the next paycheck is coming from because Hollywood is essentially shut down.

Netflix did this and very well with Death to 2020.

Wishes and Musings

Karen Gillan's character being obsessed with her shitty boyfriend was never compelling. It felt like she never liked him.

The director trying to use this as his comeback or a new director trying to prove themself or a nepotism kid using daddy's money and connections.

The "love story" was pointless. It could've been funny if it was a tactic to get him to behave. He's an actor with a history of not showing up or walking off, so they use her to keep him in line but they actually start liking one another.

What the hell was that bullshit at the end with them fighting for their rights. See that's the problem with this movie being a vanity project. No regular human is going to give a shit about these rich asshole being mistreated. Which they were and that's bad, but it felt shoehorned.

The tik tok star could've felt more out of place, and isolated by the big name actors. But imagine moments of her phone endlessly buzzing with notifications and the stars panicking because they aren't getting the same social media interactions. Dichotomy of fame and internet fame.

Her trying to teach them how to use tik tok but then thinking it's beneath them. Also this would've been a great role for Diana Silvers. Instead we're stuck with Apatows daughter and she's not bringing it.

Keegan Michael Keys character trying to start a cult is funny and the realization moment is great but it's buried because we don't see his character to often.

Dustin trying to imbue more meaning into the movie while the writer a normal person is telling him no one cares about that. They just want to see flying t-rex's get shot in the genitals was great

They could've had a side plot of the crew trying to sabotage production to keep extending filming for more money.

Guz Khan was great. I wish he would've come back.

Needed more of the actors and director being sad about being separated from their families for so long, but also being happy because quarantining together in their big mansions was too much together time.

This movie is 2 fucking hours long. WHY!!! They could've cut this to a tight 70-80 minutes and it would've maybe been funny.

#the bubble #the bubble netflix #cliff beasts 6 #pedro pascal #keegan michael key #leslie mann #judd apatow #karen gillan #david duchovny #fred armisen #daisy ridley #guz khan #harry trevaldwyn #samson kayo #parody #satire #ensemble cast #death to 2020 #netflix

[sixofclovers]

flips the fishbowl like an hourglass

#the sandman #netflix #morpheus #dream of the endless #dream #he has so many names #ignore the joke im just nervous abt this one in case the visuals dont make sense like i think they make sense #hes in the glass bubble all twisted up but its like an hour glass too #mr snadman man me a sand and all that #soc art #i need a tag for paintings specifically #painting #also ill stop using this green yellow grey palette when i die #wait i changed the comment the new ones better

[la-gay-and-shits]

Your honour; it’s them

#the addams family #wednesday netflix #netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday x enid #they are literally the cliche wlw goth girl/bubbly girl trope #and we thank them for there service

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter Bravo and the Sundance Queen

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 3, 064

Summary: you go to Sundance where Dieter is promoting the film where you two met

(This is early in their relationship so check out the masterlist to figure out the timeline)

Warnings: mild swearing, so much pining for each other, Dieter gets drunk and does adorably silly stuff

“Fuck it’s cold.”

“It’s not that cold.”

“I think my snot has turned into icicles.”

The snow was gathering around you, picturesque in the town of Park City, Utah. You were here for the Sundance Film Festival. Dieter was here to promote Sap of Justice while you were just along to watch some films you had your eye on, most of them horror of course. He arrived a few days earlier to do all the usual promotion stuff required of an actor. You managed to get the Friday off but and the flight was at a reasonable hour of the morning, but you still slept badly the night before and the traffic was terrible and then the flight was delayed. You only managed to nap once you actually got on the plane so by the time you got there you were somewhat tired and hungry.

Dieter had a nice room booked and offered to share it with you, knowing you would probably not get a better choice of accommodation. He told you he would book the room with your name as well as one his pseudonyms which you should be able to recognise. At the desk, you gave your name to the receptionist and after a few tense seconds, they said “Yes, you’re staying with Abraham DeLacey.” You nodded and received your room key. Dieter opened the door as soon as you knocked.

“Thomas O’Malley, I presume?”

“You got my reference?”

“Well, you sing the song all the time.”

He led you into the room, taking your small bag. It had a rustic lodge feel, the fireplace definitely adding to the cosy feeling. And the huge bed was very inviting in its plush warmth.

“I’m sorry but there’s only one bed but I can take the couch if you want?”

“We can share, it’s big enough.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, it’ll get cold at night, so we’ll have to snuggle together for warmth.”

“The hotel has central heating, and the fireplace gets pretty warm and…oh.” He pulled you into a hug, “You’re fine sharing? I’m a bit of a cuddler.”

“Really? I haven’t noticed.” You would have stayed in his embrace for eternity, but your stomach said otherwise.

“When did you last eat?”

“Well,” you paused for remembrance. “I get this waiting anxiety thing at airports, so I managed a sandwich at some point.”

He sighed lovingly, “Someone needs feeding. I happened to have organised a nice surprise for you.”

*****

He took you down to the hotel’s restaurant and led you through a cosy private booth all set up.

“Is that cheese?” you were staring into a pool of melted cheese, “Is this all for me?”

“Well the fondue is meant to be for two-“ but you had already speared a piece of bread, dipped it into the cheese and shoved the melty goodness into your eager mouth. You bounced up and down, almost dancing with the happiness you were feeling.

“So it’s good?”

“I’m so happy I could cry!”

He couldn’t help but smile and took a piece of cheese dipped bread that you handed out to him. He wasn’t as bouncy as you but could definitely agree that it was heavenly in taste.

“Your hair has grown out.”

Dieter ran a hand through his hair. It had been a while since the two of you saw each other.

“Yeah it probably looks messy.”

“No, I like the curls,” you really wanted to run your hands where his were. “I bet you looked adorable as a baby with those curls.”

“Probably,” he sighed. “I’m pretty sure curls run in the family.”

“I bet if you had babies, they would have the most adorable curls.”

“Maybe.” He was imagining you having those babies of his and he felt a strange new warmth within him.

Exhaustion came and punched you in the face unexpectedly, so you were wanting an early night. The warmth of the bed was helping you fall asleep, but Dieter seemed wide awake next to you.

“Are you okay Dieter?”

“Oh no, I’m keeping you awake, aren’t I?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just worried about this Q & A tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, it’ll just be on my mind all night.”

“You just need a distraction.”

“Does it involve kissing?”

“It won’t occupy you all night. No, what I’m thinking is you need a question so difficult to answer you’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued.”

You got up a little to deliver the question, “What is the better adaptation? Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?”

“Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?” he emphasised the ‘or’, “Or? OR?! Why would you make me choose between two masterpieces? Oh, it’s working.”

He snuggled up next to you, kissed your cheek good night and the both of you went to sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up suddenly feeling like the life was getting squeezed out of him. He could work out that you were clinging to him very tightly. He shuffled across the bed which managed to loosen the death grip you had on him. It worked for only two seconds as you clung tightly to him again. He moved over again but again you gripped him tightly and soon he ran out of bed. You were awoken by a muffled yell and thud and reached out to turn on the light to find out but could feel only bed. You reached to the other side of the bed and turned on the light and found Dieter lying on the ground with his legs still tangled in the sheets.

“Are you okay?”

A very tentative’ yeah’ came from the floor. He managed to untangle himself and got himself back into bed.

“Did I kick you out?”

“No, you sort of squished me.” Your confused expression needed more of an explanation, so he continued. “You were sort of aggressively cuddling me.”

You covered your mouth in shock “I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ve never wanted to cuddle with anyone before. You’re just so soft and warm my subconscious must’ve, I really didn’t mean to.” You were almost on the verge of tears in embarrassment. Dieter gently held your arms and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s kind of adorable really.”

“No, it’s-“ he interrupted you with a hug.

“It is. We just need to work on less of a death grip.”

“I’m the anaconda.”

“Well, you haven’t tried to eat me so that’s a good thing.” That brought a laugh out of you. “Maybe I should try being the big spoon?”

You nodded so you both shuffled in bed until Dieter was holding you from behind. He kissed the back of your neck which tickled from his scruffy beard. This happy comfortable arrangement helped the two of you drift off into sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up but it was not from being squished, it was just normal consciousness from morning.  His arms were still wrapped around you, and he was very much enjoying everything about it. He could definitely get used to this. The only thing upsetting the cosy atmosphere was a certain part of Dieter’s anatomy. Let’s just say it was very happy this morning, would you believe it? He hadn’t woken up with one in a while and it was probably the lovely smell of your hair that may have set him off. You shifted in your sleep, pushing yourself further into Dieter and he was growing more uncomfortable. He really didn’t want you to wake up and feel him pressed up against you. He gently removed himself from you and quietly got out of bed. Maybe some cold air would help.

You awoke to an empty bed. The bed was still warm but there was a certain softness lacking and it wasn’t until your turned around to find that there was no boyfriend next to you. You didn’t have to worry long as Dieter came through the door a few minutes later. You got out of bed to greet him.

“Morning, honey cakes.”

“Morning Dieter.”

You noticed he placed a few bags on the table.

“When did you get up?”

“I’m not sure. I felt like a walk and decided to get breakfast. There’s hot chocolate or some juice thing and…”

“Did I squish you again last night?”

“No.”

“Because I’m still sorry about that.”

He reassured you with a hug, “And I’m still saying it’s fine. Now, do you want a breakfast sandwich or one of these several pastries?”

“You’re making me choose? Is this some kind of revenge for that question I gave you last night?”

“That question which is possibly the most evil question in existence? Maybe.”

You both just started laughing and you kissed his cheek, “I’m probably going to have to take these to go. My first film starts soon.”

Dieter’s face dropped in sadness at that but did his best not to show it. “I can pack you a bag?”

“That would be lovely!” you kissed his nose and then hopped to the bathroom to change. His nose was kissed again before leaving. “I’ll be there for your Q & A.” All he could do was nod.

*****

The room was packed, the heat becoming more stifling. Dieter played with his collar and hoped his sweaty face wasn’t obvious. He kept scanning the crowd, hoping to see your face but it was only at the last second did he see you. You had managed to get through the door at the last possible second and gave him a little wave which made him smile.

It turns out a lot of people really enjoyed Sap of Justice and only had good things to say. This eased the tension knotted up in Dieter, but he still didn’t enjoy the questions coming at him.

The next person was handed the microphone and asked, “I was wondering about the scene where a piece of your skin came off and it was all bloody sap. Just wondering if that was a practical or special effect?”

“It was all practical.”

“Do you know how it was done?”

“Our make-up artist is in the audience if you’d like to ask her.”

You felt eyes upon you as you walked upon the stage. Dieter gave you his seat and microphone and you spent the next few minutes answering questions about the special effects makeup you did for the film. The unobservant didn’t notice that Dieter was off to the side looking both proud and very in love.

You couldn’t stay for very long afterwards as you had your next film screening to go to. Dieter’s face dropped into sadness. The rest of his day was busy with all his promotional work and various photoshoots but eventually he was let go and he went straight back to his room. He was cosied up on the couch with the remains of room service when you came through the door.

“Hi,” you immediately snuggled up to him on the couch.

“Hi,” he kissed your cheek.

“How was the rest of your day?”

“Oh, it wasn’t bad. All the usual actor stuff. I was given some nibbles to nibble on, but I was still hungry, so I got room service. There’re leftovers if you’d like them.”

You approached them with delight and happily devoured them.

“So, how were all the films?” he asked.

You put down your fork, “Really good. The first one was amazing and set too high a standard for the others. The second one was based on a short film and really didn’t quite work in the long form. The third one was predictable in a good way.”

You were too excited to notice that Dieter had his classic puppy dog eyes on you.

“The first film I saw was Sap of Justice.”

He did and internal double take, “What?”

“Yeah, it was really good. You’re a really good actor.”

“Wait, have you not seen any of my films before?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done any horror films so…no.”

The silence would have been awkward but you both started laughing.

“Should I watch your other films?”

“I wouldn’t. I never watch my films.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope, just wipe and flush.”

Again, you both started laughing.

The rest of the evening was spent in simple act of domesticity. This hint at a regular happy life brought about in Dieter a desire he didn’t realise he was wanting his whole life.

*****

Consciousness slowly nudged at Dieter. As he blinked his eyes awake, he realised he wasn’t being cuddled to death. He was once again being the big spoon so he could breathe in your scent. His bladder tore him away from you and your lovely smell. He very gently sneaked out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, not even flushing for fear it would wake you. Crawling back into bed, he noticed you had shifted slightly so he just watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way the way a serial killer in a slasher film would. This was him watching you sleep because he knew he was definitely falling in love with you. Suddenly you shifted in your sleep, your arm hitting Dieter on the chest. The soft snort you gave out while moving was probably the most adorable thing Dieter had ever heard and he knew for certain that he was in love with you.

You slowly stretched as you woke up, the warmth was too tempting to bring you back into slumber. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed that Dieter was doing his best not to look like he was watching you sleep.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning honey cakes,” he nudged his nose close, silently asking permission to kiss you which you allowed.

The two of you just ley together in bed, your lips gently touching. Dieter revelled in this tenderness, and you felt safe in his arms. The kissing went on for longer than it had before, and you wanted more. Your fingers finally ran through his curly hair, pulling him closer. This was as physically close you had been with him and none of it felt wrong and you weren’t afraid if it went further.

But there was a knock at the door, but Dieter ignored it. Until the knocking became louder.

“Can’t a man kiss his girlfriend in peace?” He angrily got out of bed and opened the door with his usual gruffness.

“What?”

It was his manager. “Bravo. Some producers were impressed with your film and want to talk to you about future projects.”

“Now?”

“Now,” he said it like it was obvious. “Say goodbye to your random hookup and be downstairs in five.”

“Can I have twenty minutes?”

“You’ve got ten.”

Dieter closed the door without saying goodbye. He immediately wrapped himself around you.

“You’re not some random hookup.”

“I know.”

“You’re so much more than that.”

You spent what must have been five minutes just staring at each other, knowing you soon would part. He felt the tug of obligation pulling him from the bed and quickly cleaned himself off in the bathroom. Coming back into the room, he pulled off his shirt, throwing it onto the bed and put on a clean one. He was contemplating which sweater to put on.

It was the first time you had properly seen him shirtless and you had to admit you were enjoying the view. His broadness of his back was so inviting it was begging to be kissed.

“I’d go for the green one,” you pointed.

“Really?”

“Really really. The colour looks good one you.”

He put it on and sat next to you on the bed. “So can I see you later?”

“Oh sorry, I’ve got a film to go to and then I have to get my plane.”

He was struggling to find the words. “Um, you can order room service if you want. Order anything.”

“Okay,” you were struggling to find words.

He kissed you and spent way too long parting from your lips.

“I’ll…miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, Dieter.”

*****

The flight back was probably worse than the one out to Sundance. The anxiety was now filled with longing. By the time you got home it was night.

The night brought with it darkness and sadness. You felt so empty now. Empty of the warmth you felt from protective arms. An agony was aching in your chest, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or not. You moved over to your bag and pulled out something. It was the shirt that Dieter carelessly threw onto the bed back at the hotel. You weren’t sure if he would notice its disappearance, but you didn’t care. You breathed in his scent, missing him so much. You fell asleep trying to imagine he was next to you.

*****

Dieter walked into his hotel room and noticed you weren’t there. He was slightly buzzed as champagne was handed out in celebration so he couldn’t help but have a glass or two. He was offered many lucrative parts in upcoming jobs but you weren’t around so his happiness was just a façade.

He fell onto the bed and rolled over to what was your side of the bed. He sniffed your pillow, but no familiar scent graced his nose and he whined, swatting at the pillow like a puppy. He couldn’t smell you and it made him sad. You weren’t here and it made him sad. You were home and he missed you.

He wondered if you’d be home yet. He looked around for his phone and somehow, he managed to find it in his drunken state. He listened to the dull ringing but instead of hearing your voice, it was just that annoying voice saying that the call couldn’t be taken at this time. There was no harm in leaving a message he decided.

“Hey…it’s me…are you there? Oh wait, you’d be asleep, sorry. You’re so pretty when you sleep. I like watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, in a…not creepy way. I wish you were here, no…I wish I was there because you’re there. Oh, I love you. Love you, love you, love you. And I wish I was there watching you sleep in a not creepy way. I should let you sleep now, okay? Love you…it’s Dieter by the way…”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble

[miraclesabound]

A Dieter Thought

Dieter walks right up to you with the usual line, “Hey, do you wanna have sex with me?” Maybe you’re a friend of his and you’re hanging out with him on set.

Not even looking up from your phone, you say, “Wanna? Sure. Gonna? No.”

Dieter respects your wishes, but as he walks off, he’s baffled. If a person wants to do something or someone, why wouldn’t they? But hey, at least he knows you actually want him. That’s gotta count for something, right?

@max--phillips @lowlights @pettyprocrastination

#dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble spoilers

[nicolethered]

Someone bang this man!

#pedro pascal #dieter bravo #the bubble movie #the bubble netflix

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the bet [dieter bravo x f!reader]

Inspired by that outfit.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Words: 2,540

Warnings: Flirty Dieter, vulnerable Dieter, kissing, like...lots of kissing, some spitting, pet names courtesy of Dieter.

Summary: You’re a journalist who makes a living bashing Dieter Bravo, but he can see right through that facade.

[part 2]

[Dieter masterlist]

You had just put the finishing touches on your article when your phone rang.

“Hello,” you huffed.

“Thinking about me?” the familiar voice asked, amusement in the tone.

“Mr. Bravo…” you sighed, “What is it this time?”

“You know, you could be a little nicer to me. I am one of the reasons you’re so popular,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but you would not admit that.

“Are you?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

“Pfft…you’ve written about me more than anyone else. I bet the article on your desk is about me, too.” You knew he had a smirk on his face.

You ignored that. “What do you want?”

“Are you covering the film festival this weekend?” he asked.

“Of course I am. Why?” You sat back in your chair.

“Just wondering if I’d see you there,” he said nonchalantly.

“You know this is an event you must dress nicely for, right? I doubt you even own one three-piece suit.” You had made a career of basically bashing Dieter Bravo and the clothes he chose to wear when he was out and about.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he said. “Are you dressing up, pretty lady?”

“Yeah.”

“What color? We can color coordinate like we’re going to prom,” he joked.

“Dieter, I’m hanging up,” you warned.

“Wait, wait, wait! One more thing.”

You sighed. “What is it?”

“A bet,” he said, and you sat up in your chair. “I bet I can leave you speechless on that red carpet this weekend. I’ll look like a brand-new man, and you’ll have to find something else to write about me.”

“Okay, so, what do you win if you can even leave me speechless?” you asked.

“If I shock you speechless, you finally have to let me take you out to dinner. No funny business. Just two adults enjoying a meal. And I’ll even dress nice.” He waited on the other end nervously.

“Deal,” you said after a moment of thinking. There was no way he would win this. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get this article to print.”

“Can’t wait to read it,” he teased. “Bye, beautiful.”

“Bye.” You hung up and shook your head, ignoring the smile on the corners of your lips.

The film festival was in full swing, and the red carpet was bustling with international talent, but you could only think of him. You noticed how you were craning your neck and standing on your tiptoes, looking for him.

“Stop it right now,” you said quietly. You prepared yourself for seeing him all gussied up. You would not let him win this bet.

You looked down at your watch and shook your head. Dieter Bravo was never on time for anything. He’s probably at some store scrambling to find a suit.

Suddenly, everyone began to get louder and turn their cameras toward someone that had just pulled up to the event.

“Is that Dieter Bravo?” one of the other reporters said, and you whipped your head around.

“Whoa…” you said breathlessly. You wouldn’t have believed it was him if someone hadn't said it. “Dieter?”

He looked dapper. Suave even. A white shirt with a white jacket over that and a black bow tie to top it off. His slacks were black, as well as his shoes and the watch on his wrist. His curls were messy, and his shades hid his eyes from the cameras.

He let a few reporters stop him and allowed a few photographers to snap photos, but you were his final destination. He locked eyes with you, and you felt yourself heating up.

“Shit. Think of something to say,” you whispered to yourself. “Think of something to say. Think of—”

“Hey, beautiful,” Dieter said, and you swallowed hard. Your mouth moved, but there were no words to be found. “You okay there? You must have some burning questions for me?”

You swallowed again and opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came. Dieter moved closer, and you inhaled sharply. He smelled so. Fucking. Good.

“Dinner on me after the show?” he whispered. You looked into his eyes and blinked slowly before nodding once.

Then he walked away.

He was walking away, and you hadn’t said a damn thing. All you could do was slap a hand to your forehead.

You and Dieter sat in entirely different areas during the event. You were press, and he was one of the stars.

While your eyes scanned the guests for him, he did the same for you. He was getting bored and frustrated with all of this. He also felt as if his shirt was choking him. But he would do it a hundred times over if he had to be uncomfortable for a few hours just to see that look on your face.

At the end of the night, you took your place among the crowd of the press to do quick interviews and write about who showed up wearing what and with whom. When you finally got to look down at your notepad, you realized that you had written Dieter’s name with nothing else besides a tiny heart above the I. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

Grow up.

As things died down, you finally decided to call it a night and make your way away from all the noise. You hugged yourself as you walked back to your small apartment.

“You know, I think you’re the only reporter that walks everywhere,” Dieter shouted from the backseat of a massive SUV with blacked-out windows.

“I like the exercise.” You shrugged.

“You hungry?” he asked, and you stopped walking. A deal’s a deal.

You turned to him, and the car stopped. “I could eat.”

Dieter beamed at you and opened the door. Once you were settled in, you sat in awkward silence.

“You look…nice. You look real nice,” he said nervously.

“Oh, thanks. You do too. And, for the record, I was not speechless. I just thought I’d let you win this one,” you lied.

“That must mean that some part of you wanted to go out with me this whole time,” he said, tilting his head.

“Don’t get cocky, Bravo.” You looked out the window and sighed. “Where are you taking me?” you asked.

“Anywhere you want.” He watched you even though you had a hard time looking into his eyes. “Even if it’s just cheap hot dogs from a vendor. I just…want to spend a little time with you,” he confessed, and you finally looked at him.

“I’m so mean to you, though,” you said.

“That’s reporter you. Maybe tonight I’ll get to know…just you.” He smiled at you, and, for the first time, you noticed how adorable his smile was.

“Can we try that new seafood place?” you asked.

“Of course.” He shouted the directions to the driver.

“It must be nice having someone drive you around all the time.” You looked around the vast SUV.

“Eh, it’s okay. I kinda miss being able to ride my bike places,” he admitted.

“What’s stopping you?” you asked.

“Getting hounded by people.” He pulled at his bow tie, but it wouldn’t budge. You moved to sit closer to him and reached for the bow tie.

“Um…I go riding on this one pretty secluded path. Not too many people. If you like, I could show you one day….” You fiddled with the tie just a little more then it was loose. “There,” you breathed.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his eyes quickly glancing down at your lips.

“Uh, yeah, you got it.” You looked down at your hands. “When’s the last time you got dressed up like this?”

“Is this for one of your pieces, or is this off the record?” he asked.

“This whole night is off the record. You want to get to know me, right?” You smiled at him.

“The truth is, I don’t like all of this.” He gestured at himself. “I know you and hundreds of other journalists think I dress like some pothead who just rolled out of bed, but that’s how I’m most comfortable.”

“I get it. I’d love to come to work in sweats and a t-shirt.” You looked at him, then back at your fingers. “I want to apologize to you, Dieter.”

“Oh? For what?” He lowered his head to meet your gaze.

“If I ever hurt your feelings or just…I dunno. I’m sorry. I know you’re a nice guy….”

Dieter cut you off with a wave of his hand. “I know you have a job to do, and I’m tougher than I look.”

“Even so, I wanted to apologize.”

“I accept your apology…and just in time. We’re here.” He climbed out of the car first, then helped you out, your hand lingering in his longer than necessary.

“Thank you.”

“Didn’t know I could be such a gentleman, hm?” he joked. He held the door open, and you stepped into the restaurant. He gestured for a table for two, and you both were escorted to a corner booth.

“I’m starving,” you said.

“Order whatever you want.” Dieter watched you read over the menu for a minute. “I think I should apologize to you too.”

“Hm? For what?” You continued to look at the menu until he moved closer, and you were drawn in by his eyes.

“For how badly I want to kiss you right now,” he said in a hushed tone as the waiter approached.

“Oh…” you breathed. Dieter sat back and smiled at the waiter. You couldn’t speak, so you let Dieter order for the both of you. For the second time tonight, he had left you speechless.

“You okay?” he asked before taking a sip of water.

“I need a drink,” you said.

“I ordered wine, but if you need something stronger….” He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a flask. You took it from him and smiled as you shook your head.

“You are something special, Dieter Bravo.”

“Is that the journalist in you talking or….”

“It’s just…me. It’s me,” you said as you twisted the cap off the flask. “Cheers.” The liquid hit your tongue, and you swallowed quickly, trying your best not to cough.

“Sorry. I should’ve told you what it was.” He took the flask from you as you cleared your throat. He drank from it, only wincing slightly, then slipped it back into his pocket.

“Wow, I needed that,” you said once you got your voice back.

After the food was finished, you two stayed and talked, ordering another bottle of wine for the table. The wine made you more talkative and, embarrassingly enough, more flirtatious.

“Let’s get you home,” Dieter said, grabbing the unfinished bottle of wine. He helped you stand and only let go when he was sure you could do so alone.

“I’m not that drunk, Dieter,” you scolded as you walked out into the cool night air. You hugged yourself, and then you felt something warm cover you. It was his jacket.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

Once again, he helped you into the SUV and climbed in after you. “Temperature dropped pretty quick,” he said.

“Yeah.” You paused for a beat. “Why did you apologize?”

“Hm?”

“For wanting to kiss me. Why apologize for something like that?” you asked.

“I thought maybe it was inappropriate,” he admitted. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about tonight.” He fiddled with the top button of his shirt until it came undone. “Fucking choking in this thing….”

“Kiss me,” you blurted, and he froze in place.

“Say that again.” He gazed at you longingly. You had a feeling that he knew exactly what you said.

“Kiss me. I want you to.” You slid closer to him—your thigh touching his.

He leaned in. “You sure?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Mmhmm.” He gently grabbed your chin and then used his thumb to pull down, carefully taking your lip from between your teeth.

“Need your lips if I’m gonna kiss you,” he said before leaning in even closer, so close his nose bumped yours. Then you felt his tongue on your lips. Using just the tip of his tongue, he traced your lips slowly before pulling back.

“Fuck,” you whispered. You wanted more, but he was teasing you, and you deserved it.

Finally, he kissed you, and you surprised yourself by moaning when he did. He was a good fucking kisser. He pulled away and chuckled as you chased his lips for more. It didn’t take long for him to give you what you wanted because, fuck, he wanted it too. You tasted so good. Just like he thought you would.

You ended up on his lap during the kiss, forgetting that you were in a car and the driver was there.

The kiss seemed to have levels. You two would devour each other hungrily—tongue, teeth, nibbling, and sucking—then switch to a slower, more sensual kiss, still full of tongue but gentler.

And he was just as filthy as you thought he was. During one hungry kiss, you felt him pucker his lips and spit into your mouth. You moaned as you tasted him and swallowed.

“Goddamn,” he breathed.

Neither of you noticed that the car had stopped. You were at the hotel Dieter was staying at.

You tried to stop kissing him, but the other would chase every time either of you pulled away.

“Ask me to come upstairs,” you breathed.

“Mmm.” He pulled you in for another kiss but then pulled away with a sort of finality, shaking his head. “Can’t.”

“Why?” You pouted, and, god, did he want those lips on his again.

“Too fast, baby girl. And you’ve been drinking. As badly as I wanna see what’s under this pretty little dress, I’m gonna be a gentleman and say goodnight…this time,” he said.

You nodded, feeling defeated and needy. “Okay.”

“Tell my driver where to take you.” He opened the car door and got out. Turning to face you, he smirked, and you leaned out the door for just one more kiss.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked.

“You wouldn’t let me,” he chuckled.

“Oh, that’s right.” Another quick kiss, and he closed the door and then waved goodbye.

On the ride home, you had a hard time believing any of this was real. You were making out with Dieter Bravo and liked it. No, you loved it. You wanted more.

The car came to a stop, and you thanked the driver before climbing out and walking into your apartment building. You walked up the two flights of stairs to your apartment and unlocked the door, throwing everything on the little table beside the door. You would worry about all that tomorrow.

You stumbled to your bedroom and collapsed onto your bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Your alarm woke you up, and you quickly rolled out of bed, showered, brushed your teeth, and then got dressed. Luckily, you weren’t hungover, but you sure were lovesick.

You sat at your desk writing your article on the film festival when your phone rang. You picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty lady. Doing anything tonight?”

[PART 2] >>

#dieter bravo #the bubble #the bubble netflix #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

[evermorelore]

𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡? 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒?

did I start drawing this last night as I watched persuasion? yes. regency au elucian when?

#yes I am in fact in an art bubble and non stop drawing elucien things #the reaction to my wip last night really inspired me #bless #my art #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanart #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #persuasion #persuasion netflix #persuasion 2022 #jane austen #regency au #regency era

[blaithnne]

@sketchbookweek Day 1 | First Meeting

#today we mourn the tragic loss of johannas heart floof #bc I forgot it for the first time in years #and bc of the way I’d formatted the speech bubbles it just looked weird when I added it back in #truly an unfathomable loss #anyways I’ve had this in my brain for so long #I rlly want their canon meeting to go something like this yk……just Johanna being really obviously undeniably gay #also I’m seething with rage bc I used the wrong yourin the text bubbles. but I can’t be bothered to fix it #hilda #hilda the series #netflix hilda #art #hilda netflix #my art #digital art #fanart #doodle #drawing #sketchbook week 2023 #sketchbook #sketchbook ship #sketch #Johanna hilda #Hilda johanna #Kaisa hilda #Hilda kaisa #comic #doodle comic