well, I know I said I wouldn't write anymore but I had no idea that Dieter Bravo would be THAT hot. So that's it. I'm obsessed. I'm sorry.
warnings: 《 +18 》 SMUT!!! oral (f! receiving), p in v, praise kink, >>>> HUGE daddy kink (use of baby girl, sweet girl, good girl, etc) <<<<
You couldn't stop thinking about how outrageous it was. You, so inexperienced, lying and completely surrendered to a man with a reputation as dirty, manipulative, and world-renowned for his countless girlfriends. But you recognized well, in every inch of your body, why he'd gotten so many women.
The buttons on his shirt, open over his chest, hits your face as his right hand lowered your panties and invaded your intimacy. And you consented to him, between groans and begging moans.
“Oh, I see it now.” He smirks. “Mr. Bravo makes you all wet, right?”
His ego was sharp as a knife.
“You know exactly how to do it.” You said, moaning as he glided his index finger over your entrance.
“Well, I do it often.” He laughs and pulls your dress over your hips, while emptying your cunt as he takes his finger off to lay between your legs.
"Fuck… What a pretty cunt." He says, dripping at the sight of your glisten, spreading his tongue all over his bottom lip. “The prettiest I've even seen. Would you allow me to taste it, sweet girl?”
He was educated as far as he was arrogant.
“Yes.” You say.
“I know you can be a little more convincing. Say it, baby girl, and I will give to you…”
He places his hand into your breast and hold it tightly.
“Please Bravo, fuck me.” You finally say it. “Please.”
He smiles with the sound of your bargain, calling out your name and asking: “How do you want it?”
“Fast.”
He lays down between your legs, holding them up into his wide shoulders. Panting, you feel his breath against your wet entrance, his tongue rough against your small lips, and instantly his mustache shaves against your vulva when his lips circulate the clitoris. As an expert, he sucks once, twice, and continues in smart and wet circles. You take your hand up to his messy curls, and you could come just by watching such a powerful and selfish man drunk with your juices.
You felt it burn, his beard in friction against your thigh, your panties hanging over your ankles preventing your legs from open more. Your swollen clit continued to be pressed, and increasingly wet, helping his jawline to work like never.
He knows you're close and stop for a moment, raising your face with his thumb and smiling at you.
“I know what you want to say. Tell me.”
You moan in silence, feeling your clit pulses. “Daddy, please-”
“Yes, fuck…” He moans, getting into his knees and opening his zipper. “Daddy will give it all to you.”
He is thick as his ego, large and hairy as hell, and it couldn't be more exciting. Your legs were trembling, and he lays his hands into it and finally removes your panty, not without spreading a sweet lick into the fabric.
Your toes curled as he approaches, positioning himself into your entrance. And you believe it could rip you, and he knows that as he spits into his hand – where his saliva melted with the juices that were in your panties – and guides it into the head of his cock. Your cunt pulses as it finally fits inside you, in one and only wild thrust.
“Do you feel it, girl? Do you feel Daddy's cock into your walls?” He keeps thrusting, now grabbing your neck. “You're swallowing me, uh? You're eating a million dollar cock, baby girl, and you know it.”
Your breasts hurt from so much shaking and your legs could barely stand it, until you watched the movement of his pelvis against yours and couldn't take it anymore, cumming on a glorious spark and turning your neck and exposing your boobs in a vision that made him inevitably also come inside you.
You felt his cum sliding, as if it couldn't fit inside you. In joint murmurs and panting breaths, you face each other, and he falls by your side.
“Good girl.” He whispers while guiding his hand into your jawline and grabbing it in a gentle and wet kiss.
hi. i’m sorry to come out of nowhere on your asks, but i was wondering if you could comment on this snippet of your au (“As Time Goes By”)…? i was wondering what you were thinking when you wrote this piece, why did you write it... it's my favorite piece of the whole au, because it reminds me so much of that scene with javier peña in narcos where he's in steve murphy's apartment analyzing some paperwork and with a cigarette stuck in his ear. this excerpt makes me think, and wonder if the “reader” (in the story) would let javier smoke a cigarette inside her and steve's apartment, because in that narcos scene i mentioned earlier, javier himself says (when he is leaving) that he can't smoke inside the apartment, because connie won't let... so, again, sorry to come out of nowhere in your inbox to ask and stretch me so long... thank u very much if you see this ask and answer it. i love everything you write, but mostly, “As Time Goes By” (it's my favorite javier peña fanfic ❤️) 🤧
“[…] Of course, the act of falling in love with you was not a one-time event but a torturous process, an authentic slow burn. Javier remembers the times when you arrived at the embassy, all dressed up and elegant, or how soft your voice was on the phone asking for Steve. He remembers the times when he came to your house to study the latest plans to pick up Escobar and you served the two exhausted men a perfect coffee, strong just as Javier liked it. He remembers tasting your perfume on the cup. He remembers wishing there was someone in his life as affectionate as you were to Steve.”.
First, sorry for taking so long to answer you! I hope you're not angry 🥺, and thanks for asking me about this, I really appreciate that!
When I was writing this piece, I pictured Javier having some flashbacks. Since we don't know how their relationship started, it's also a way to do draw it into the reader's imagination. And having those little moments are important to build Javier's feelings, not as something spontaneous and immediate, but as a slow burn who results into a burning passion.
And no, I think “reader” wouldn't mind having Javier smoking at her apartment. I guess she would just accept it because Murphy definitely smokes too, so it's something completely normal. Also, it's the 50s, so she probably smokes too. 🤭
Thanks for asking me, and please don't hesitate to discuss it anytime. I will answer more quickly 🤣
well, I know I said I wouldn't write anymore but I had no idea that Dieter Bravo would be THAT hot. So that's it. I'm obsessed. I'm sorry.
warnings: 《 +18 》 SMUT!!! oral (f! receiving), p in v, praise kink, >>>> HUGE daddy kink (use of baby girl, sweet girl, good girl, etc) <<<<
You couldn't stop thinking about how outrageous it was. You, so inexperienced, lying and completely surrendered to a man with a reputation as dirty, manipulative, and world-renowned for his countless girlfriends. But you recognized well, in every inch of your body, why he'd gotten so many women.
The buttons on his shirt, open over his chest, hits your face as his right hand lowered your panties and invaded your intimacy. And you consented to him, between groans and begging moans.
“Oh, I see it now.” He smirks. “Mr. Bravo makes you all wet, right?”
His ego was sharp as a knife.
“You know exactly how to do it.” You said, moaning as he glided his index finger over your entrance.
“Well, I do it often.” He laughs and pulls your dress over your hips, while emptying your cunt as he takes his finger off to lay between your legs.
"Fuck… What a pretty cunt." He says, dripping at the sight of your glisten, spreading his tongue all over his bottom lip. “The prettiest I've even seen. Would you allow me to taste it, sweet girl?”
He was educated as far as he was arrogant.
“Yes.” You say.
“I know you can be a little more convincing. Say it, baby girl, and I will give to you…”
He places his hand into your breast and hold it tightly.
“Please Bravo, fuck me.” You finally say it. “Please.”
He smiles with the sound of your bargain, calling out your name and asking: “How do you want it?”
“Fast.”
He lays down between your legs, holding them up into his wide shoulders. Panting, you feel his breath against your wet entrance, his tongue rough against your small lips, and instantly his mustache shaves against your vulva when his lips circulate the clitoris. As an expert, he sucks once, twice, and continues in smart and wet circles. You take your hand up to his messy curls, and you could come just by watching such a powerful and selfish man drunk with your juices.
You felt it burn, his beard in friction against your thigh, your panties hanging over your ankles preventing your legs from open more. Your swollen clit continued to be pressed, and increasingly wet, helping his jawline to work like never.
He knows you're close and stop for a moment, raising your face with his thumb and smiling at you.
“I know what you want to say. Tell me.”
You moan in silence, feeling your clit pulses. “Daddy, please-”
“Yes, fuck…” He moans, getting into his knees and opening his zipper. “Daddy will give it all to you.”
He is thick as his ego, large and hairy as hell, and it couldn't be more exciting. Your legs were trembling, and he lays his hands into it and finally removes your panty, not without spreading a sweet lick into the fabric.
Your toes curled as he approaches, positioning himself into your entrance. And you believe it could rip you, and he knows that as he spits into his hand – where his saliva melted with the juices that were in your panties – and guides it into the head of his cock. Your cunt pulses as it finally fits inside you, in one and only wild thrust.
“Do you feel it, girl? Do you feel Daddy's cock into your walls?” He keeps thrusting, now grabbing your neck. “You're swallowing me, uh? You're eating a million dollar cock, baby girl, and you know it.”
Your breasts hurt from so much shaking and your legs could barely stand it, until you watched the movement of his pelvis against yours and couldn't take it anymore, cumming on a glorious spark and turning your neck and exposing your boobs in a vision that made him inevitably also come inside you.
You felt his cum sliding, as if it couldn't fit inside you. In joint murmurs and panting breaths, you face each other, and he falls by your side.
“Good girl.” He whispers while guiding his hand into your jawline and grabbing it in a gentle and wet kiss.
you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!
tagged by @redminibike1 thank you!! (just making a separate post cos the other one was kinda long)
1. thank you for the music by ABBA
2. song for ten (reprise) by murray gold
3. martha’s theme by murray gold
4. comics by caravan palace
5. maria by blondie
6. the greatest story never told by murray gold
7. bleeding love by leona lewis
8. gimme gimme gimme by ABBA
9. build me up butter cup by the foundations
10. princess leia’s theme by john williams
well… it could have been worse
no pressure tags: @bi-scottsummers @cohborikardok @asteroids-and-tractorbeams @elzar @softieskywalker @mayhaps-a-blog @roguecassians @anakinskyiwalker and anyone else who wants to do this!!
well, I know I said I wouldn't write anymore but I had no idea that Dieter Bravo would be THAT hot. So that's it. I'm obsessed. I'm sorry.
warnings: 《 +18 》 SMUT!!! oral (f! receiving), p in v, praise kink, >>>> HUGE daddy kink (use of baby girl, sweet girl, good girl, etc) <<<<
You couldn't stop thinking about how outrageous it was. You, so inexperienced, lying and completely surrendered to a man with a reputation as dirty, manipulative, and world-renowned for his countless girlfriends. But you recognized well, in every inch of your body, why he'd gotten so many women.
The buttons on his shirt, open over his chest, hits your face as his right hand lowered your panties and invaded your intimacy. And you consented to him, between groans and begging moans.
“Oh, I see it now.” He smirks. “Mr. Bravo makes you all wet, right?”
His ego was sharp as a knife.
“You know exactly how to do it.” You said, moaning as he glided his index finger over your entrance.
“Well, I do it often.” He laughs and pulls your dress over your hips, while emptying your cunt as he takes his finger off to lay between your legs.
"Fuck… What a pretty cunt." He says, dripping at the sight of your glisten, spreading his tongue all over his bottom lip. “The prettiest I've even seen. Would you allow me to taste it, sweet girl?”
He was educated as far as he was arrogant.
“Yes.” You say.
“I know you can be a little more convincing. Say it, baby girl, and I will give to you…”
He places his hand into your breast and hold it tightly.
“Please Bravo, fuck me.” You finally say it. “Please.”
He smiles with the sound of your bargain, calling out your name and asking: “How do you want it?”
“Fast.”
He lays down between your legs, holding them up into his wide shoulders. Panting, you feel his breath against your wet entrance, his tongue rough against your small lips, and instantly his mustache shaves against your vulva when his lips circulate the clitoris. As an expert, he sucks once, twice, and continues in smart and wet circles. You take your hand up to his messy curls, and you could come just by watching such a powerful and selfish man drunk with your juices.
You felt it burn, his beard in friction against your thigh, your panties hanging over your ankles preventing your legs from open more. Your swollen clit continued to be pressed, and increasingly wet, helping his jawline to work like never.
He knows you're close and stop for a moment, raising your face with his thumb and smiling at you.
“I know what you want to say. Tell me.”
You moan in silence, feeling your clit pulses. “Daddy, please-”
“Yes, fuck…” He moans, getting into his knees and opening his zipper. “Daddy will give it all to you.”
He is thick as his ego, large and hairy as hell, and it couldn't be more exciting. Your legs were trembling, and he lays his hands into it and finally removes your panty, not without spreading a sweet lick into the fabric.
Your toes curled as he approaches, positioning himself into your entrance. And you believe it could rip you, and he knows that as he spits into his hand – where his saliva melted with the juices that were in your panties – and guides it into the head of his cock. Your cunt pulses as it finally fits inside you, in one and only wild thrust.
“Do you feel it, girl? Do you feel Daddy's cock into your walls?” He keeps thrusting, now grabbing your neck. “You're swallowing me, uh? You're eating a million dollar cock, baby girl, and you know it.”
Your breasts hurt from so much shaking and your legs could barely stand it, until you watched the movement of his pelvis against yours and couldn't take it anymore, cumming on a glorious spark and turning your neck and exposing your boobs in a vision that made him inevitably also come inside you.
You felt his cum sliding, as if it couldn't fit inside you. In joint murmurs and panting breaths, you face each other, and he falls by your side.
“Good girl.” He whispers while guiding his hand into your jawline and grabbing it in a gentle and wet kiss.