Lucian Flores x plus size female reader

This fic if for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 507

Summary: You reflect on your relationship with Lucian, what led the two of you here and how it's going.

Warnings: Angst, implied sexual activity, that gold chain, infidelity mention, Nerdie keeps seeing this man peep around the corner at random times

Notes: I was supposed to be working on another challenge but this happened. It's not beta-ed. It's a follow-up to a Lucian Drabble I wrote called "What I want from you." I'll do a third part because I can't leave it alone. 👀

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist

He asked you to marry him. To think about it, consider it. “Just if you ever wanted to. I know I always said I wouldn’t but for you I would. Just us side by side.”

It’s a promise that you’ve always hoped for, long before you married your ex-husband. Lucian’s doing much better now. His films are well received and profiting greatly. He also wanted you both in a new house, the one you were living in reminded him of the past. 

“I want to move forward with you. Forget everything, focus on me. On us.” His large hands cup your face and you look down at his chest, buttoning one of his favorite silk floral shirts. He was supposed to be gone an hour ago, but you walked out of the shower naked and enticed him. You found that Lucian couldn’t say no to you, especially when it came to sex, not that you would say no to him either. 

Your fingers ran along his trademark gold chain after you slipped a robe on and walked him to the door. His kiss was a promise to come back before he left to the car waiting for him. “You’re well worth the later flight cariño (sweetheart).”

These past six months Lucian always comes back to your home. Took you out to meals and on a few trips with one overseas. 

It was new and good, your ex-husband eventually stoped taking you places and going on more business trips alone. That’s why you allowed Lucian in, at least that’s what you told yourself. It wasn’t true, you’ve always wanted Flores. At different points, you didn’t think he wanted you as more than a friend, but then you both became more to each other. Neither of you were in the best of places to make it work. 

The night you first had Lucian within you again, it was at one of your husband’s functions. He wasn’t paying attention to you again, leaving you to flutter around the room and listen to idiot financial guys talk numbers that you didn’t understand.  You don’t know why Lucian was there, but he was.

Outside, slightly cool. The air electrified your skin as he held your leg up, your hands in his fluffy hair while your bodies rekindled their connection. Lucian had you keep your panties on and watched as you walk back over to your husband. Hair slightly messy, hickey on your chest - hidden under part of your dress and the indentations on your ass and the back of your legs from the siding of the house. “Mi chica sucía (my dirty girl).” Lucian called after you before going back to the party himself, you two exchanged numbers later, things continued from there. 

Now you feel you may be trapping him. Not that he knows. Ever since that party. When are you going to tell him? It can’t wait. 

Lucian Flores wants to marry you as you are now. He won’t want you to change, what will you do?

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Ooof, he's such a scoundrel. I wouldn't be able to turn him down either.

Loved this, my friend!💜

Lucian is a scoundrel but we love scoundrels ‘round these parts. 💜 Very much. Maybe too much. Or not enough. We maybe were mesmerized by the silk shirt or the gold chain 🫠🫠🫠

But it’s okay. 👌 Lucian will make you forget the why and just think about the how.🫠🫠

Glad you enjoyed. 😆

Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series

Frankie Morales x Belinda (plus size ofc)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 428

Warnings: Angst, hands in all the places, implied and actual sexual activity

Summary: Frankie’s hands know just what to do.

Notes: I’m finally able to write for Frankie, my sweet messy pilot 🙌🏽 I’m trying for some angst this time around. I’ll do my best with it. This is also pretty horny 🫠🫠🫠 I couldn’t JUST give our dear Mr. Morales angst could I?

Thanks to @maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings and @megamindsecretlair for beta-reading. ❤️ Happy Frankie Friday everyone!

Main Masterlist/ Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist/ Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series

Warm as they touch her face, tucking a hair behind her ear. It was in her face according to him. She doesn't remember seeing any hair on face but that doesn’t matter. They’re gone too soon.

Back by his side as they both walk toward the door; he always opens the door for her and makes sure she gets to her car. A thump on the hood of her car as he chats with her about how Benny’s chili is actually pretty good but telling him would inflate his ego.

The rough skin of his palm grazes her shoulder. It was exposed from her sitting on her own sweater and it slips down. Frankie pulls the soft material up and taps it. Telling her to keep warm. She promises she will. This time there wasn’t any hair near your face, it was tied up in a messy bun. His thumb presses against her temple. Frankie promises to stop by later after dropping Santiago home.

His hands are placed against the frame of her doorway. It’s two in the morning. She shouldn’t have answered. She promised herself that she wouldn’t. This cannot happen anymore, he’s hours late, there’s supposed to be boundaries and limits.

She forgets every time his hands cup her face and whispers his nickname for her, “Bizcochito (little cake).” They roam her body and claim her, making her cry for him again. Holding her back, grasping her hips, pushing her legs apart.

While skillfully using his fingers inside of her core, the index finger of his opposite hand is in her oral sleeve for her to suck on. His thick digit is on her tongue, so she does what he wants and closes her lips around it. Frankie’s finger presses on her tongue while she takes it deeper along with a second finger. Whimpering after his fingers finish with her folds and wet canal.

Frankie leaves Belinda wanting more. They both agreed not to have sex again. Morales is a man of contradictions. He swears he’s not good enough but still wants to be the one to make her moan his name.

He’s apologizing again, one hand on his chin, the other, ruffling his hair. His thumb rubs her bottom lip before he walks about the door. He texts when he gets home, letting her know he’s safe.

Belinda lays back in her bed and sleeps, cursing the day she agreed to let him in her bed. Belinda is also grateful for the hands of Francisco Morales that know her body and how to contort her.

Lips and Tongue

Those who desire the magic of Frankie’s hands 🙌🏽:

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Frankie is always ruffling his hair. I want to ruffle his hair too...🫠

Nerdie, you know I'm a whore for those hands. Loved this!

We all would like Frankie’s hands in all of the places. We are all whores for those precise hands. 🫠🫠

I’m glad you enjoyed 😘

PEDRO PASCAL as TIM ROCKFORD Merge Mansion (2023) — 1/3

I have Tim plot bunnies a plotting...

Tim!!! 🧡🧡🧡

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Moon Pie)

This is fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.1k

Warnings: Dieter being a bit rude, porn use, mention of masturbation, teasing, improper toy use?, very bad communication, some mentions of sexual activities and acts, Nerdie is unsure of what she wrote

Summary: Dieter is doing his best to stay sober. You have a large part in his plans. They aren’t well thought out.

Notes: Written for the Dieter Bravo Brain Rot Server Challenge. @wannab-urs brought me back to Dieter, originally I didn’t have any ideas for this and then boom! 🤯 I had a few. Thanks to @missladym1981 for beta reading for me. 😘

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

A joke between old friends. Dieter was doing well. Three years sober, well from the harder drugs. He still had the occasional joint and alcohol. You weren’t really into the weed, thought it stunk to high heaven. Dieter always managed to find some really fragrant strains though, smelled like incense. Type you would burn laying on a chase couch in a fancy silk robe. Maybe smoke one of those long cigarettes except it had bubbles coming out of it. Dieter bought you one and told you to make bubbles come out of it over FaceTime.

The two of you have many silly jokes over the years. Some about video games, some about animals, some about his job and yours. He never wanted to hear about relationships and didn’t mention any of his to you. You asked why one day because friends normally at least mention if they’re dating someone or not and Dieter flat out told you, “I don’t need to have the image of you fucking somebody in my head.” Had you not been as secure as you were, you’d take offense, but you left it alone, keeping it in the back of your mind.

One thing Bravo hadn’t joked about thankfully was his sobriety, finally taking it seriously. He told you that if he ever called you mentioning coke or pills to lock him up and prevent him from calling anyone for the drugs. This was another joke. He even bought you handcuffs, zip ties and some bondage tape. His assistant dropped it off with a quizzical look on their face. You smiled and put them in your office. You knew why they had that look, you two as just friends and Dieter’s never given you anything like that before. Like an idiot, you googled how to use the zip ties and tape, ending up on Pornhub and unaware that someone was banging on your door.

What a fucking menace. Love it! 🤭

He will forever stay a menace ☺️ Hehe!

Dieter Bravo/husband x female reader/wife

My blog overall is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.1k

Summary: You're leaving for another work trip and Dieter is sad once again. This time, he decides to show you how much he cares in full Bravo style.

Warnings: Dieter is the softest boi 😭, side-eyeing a suitcase, illusions to smut?, kisses, doodles, just all the fluff, bad jokes

Notes: So this is a follow up to The Day before was always difficult. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings are always asking more for more soft Dieter. So naturally, I took it as a request even though they didn't really ask? FYI Dieter is a koala 🐨 in this one, but he'll always be our lovable messy trash panda. 🦝 I think I used all the colors Hemmy. 😆

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Dieter used to love suitcases. It meant he was on the move to a new job or some new fun, sometimes both. Now he was more ambivalent about them. Coming home and seeing the hard shell gray suitcase meant that tomorrow morning you’d be gone again for a time.

It’s not like he didn’t know it in advance, you’d always let him know ahead of time. Especially if he was going to be at home alone. It didn’t make it hurt any less. Some might say that he should get over it, just relax and wait for your return, but Dieter isn’t that type of man. The tea kettle screeches with steam and he knows where you are: the kitchen. Instead of alerting you to his presence, he waits until you’ve poured your tea and is covering it to let it steep.

His chest gently presses against your back before his arms ensnare you just under your breasts, propping them up as you’ve showered and in your black cotton nightgown. You’ve decided on an early evening for yourself but Bravo has other plans as his lips to the nape of your neck tell you. A chuckle leaves your chest while you fix the rest of your tea, not intent on giving him a quarter into the game he’s trying to play.

Ugh...soft Dieter kills me. Thank you for feeding my soul, bestie. I loved this!

I want Dieter to be my koala bear. 😭😭😭

Soft Dieter is a special breed of sweet. 🥰 Having been your koala bear would be a dream. ☺️

I’m glad you enjoyed. 😘

Part One of Two Hearts by the Ocean

This part is for general audiences - rating will depend on individual parts. Overall will be 18+ MDNI

Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist / Two Hearts by the Ocean Masterlist / Javier Gutierrez Masterlist

Word Count: about 2.3k

Summary: Frustrated by her friends, Abigail is going to see one of the beaches on Mallorca. Her sense of direction fails her and she meets a man in a speedo. Javier needed a break from his current worries. The beach is picturesque and so is the beginning of their story.

Warnings: mildly annoying friends, rich guy horrible cousin problems, meet-cute, that speedo, FLUFF, they're sweet okay?!

Notes: I've actually had this in my WIP folder since October of last year. I really have wanted to write for sweet Javi G and finally the right idea came along. Since it's winter I really want to be on a beach somewhere. Soaking in some sun and finding Javi in a speedo. A lovely summer romance. 🥰 I have a lovely mansion in delulu land.

Cobblestone streets, rolling waves on beaches, beautiful vistas from atop hills; this was Majorca, Spain. There was so much to see and do on a girls’ trip there. But Abigail’s friend group was more preoccupied with the nightlife and wineries. Wine didn’t taste like sweet grape juice and she wasn’t too keen on being in a club, she didn’t even go clubbing at home. Why do that when there’s so much to explore?! These heifers hadn’t even been to the beach. She did not come all the way to a beautiful island off of Spain to be inside partying all the time, some of the time sure but not all the time.

Abigail was a round girl, larger belly than butt that hung a little, wide thighs, arms that waved after she stopped doing so and a round face. She believed she was cute, she wouldn’t say sexy, but cute and she felt even more so in her red one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots. It also had a short skirt that accentuated what little butt she did have. She had a large yellow sun hat and put on her white cat eye sunglasses following the resort map to the beach. She brought her tote bag which had her phone, wallet, sunscreen, books, beach towel and towel to dry off and a water bottle. She also carried a beach chair that had an umbrella attached to it. Abigail always liked to be well prepared even if it looked and was cumbersome. She trotted down to the beach and set herself up, sitting in her chair that she placed on her beach blanket and stretched her legs out. She was watching and water and sky meet each other on the horizon as waves crashed lightly before her. It was stunning and looked like a postcard.

Awww Nerdie! This is so damn cute! I love me some sweet Javi G.

I too am directionally challenged so I can relate to Abby so hard. Can't wait to get caught up on the rest of this one. 💜

🥰🥰🥰 Thank you. I do cute things sometimes. He’s so sweet and they’re lovely together ☺️

The Day before was always difficult

Dieter Bravo x female reader

This blog overall is 18+ MDNI

This fic is for general audiences.

Word Count: 381

Summary: You have to leave and neither you or Dieter are looking forward to it.

Warnings: Fluffy angst? I dunno why.

Notes: This is for @angelofsmalldeath-codeine, she requested fluff and this is what came forth. It's sweet-ish. I hope you like it, my bad if it's too somber. 🫣

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

The day before was always difficult. It didn’t matter if it was him leaving or you, the both of you circled each other and tried not to stray too far away from one another. This time it was your turn, it was another three days for another small work conference that could have been over Zoom but the company was stressing about being ‘in-person’ and ‘using the buildings they were paying for.’ The last part you and your coworkers figured is what the suits above you were getting out of having everyone meet in person. The only so-called perk was travel, but it was rare you got to see anywhere you traveled. 

It was the eve of when you were supposed to leave, you’d gone to bed earlier since you know your flight leaves early. The company always tried to book employees on the same plane to keep track of everyone. It’s annoying, but they’re paying, not you. Sleep isn’t catching up to you and you lie awake in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. The weight shifts on the bed and Dieter slides into bed next to you, curling his arms around you as well as a leg. He engulfs your body with his and sighs. He’d rather you didn’t go. Have a lazy day with him as he’s in between press tours and roles. A welcome lull before the next job starts. Your hand snakes to his soft curls, lightly scratching his head, your lips meet his forehead and curl into a smile. 

The talented Dieter Bravo is adorable wrapped around you like this, making his own cocoon to try and encase you with his emotions. Despite playing varied characters and bringing them to life from the pages of a script, he still is poor with his words. It’s alright, you know what he means. He doesn’t need to say it. A half turn allows for your arm to snake under his head and your other hand to pull his head toward your chest. Dieter would say that he loves your breasts which is true, but more than that, you’ve seen him as he listens to your heart beat. 

Making sure you’re there. That you’re with him. That he hasn’t lost you.

The day before was always difficult. 

Trash Panda Posse 🦝: @katw474 @readingiskeepingmegoing @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @sp00kymulderr @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @titlee78 @tinytinymenace @maggiemayhemnj @rhoorl @morallyinept @pedroshotwifey @trulybetty

Nerdie...why you getting me all up in my feels for? You know how much I fucking love fluffy Dieter. This was cute and also tugged at my heart strings a little bit.

More fluffy Dieter please! 💜

In between the thots about Dieter, I’ll allow him to be fluffy and cuddly. 🥰 Dieter is all up in everyone’s feels. Hehe 😉

Maybe I do have more fluffy Dieter. 👀 Maybe because you asked for it. Or maybe I’m re-working on old WIP, I dunno.

Thanks for reading and I’m glad you enjoyed my friend. ❤️

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

Fanfiction - teens and up I guess?

Masterlist

Warnings: just fluff and maybe a few innuendos, brief mention of drug use

Notes: I’ve actually had this in my WIP folder for a while. Re-worked it a bit and feel like it’s ready. A soft Dieter was inspired by lo-fi beats and coffee. Maybe how he would be if he was at home and looking over scripts. He’s touch oriented so I thought this fit.

Length: 835 (New personal short record!)

“Honey, you can’t wear those.” A gray robe was draped over the love seat as Dieter plopped on the floor in front of it. He had a script in hand and needed to focus.

“Why? I’m in my house and it’s a little cool.” You stood in the doorway to the living room. Happy that he was home, but a little miffed that he didn’t start with a greeting at least. It had been a year, you knew him well enough by now that Dieter Bravo didn’t always give you what you wanted, but he somehow surprised you with what you didn’t know you needed.

“I won’t feel your thighs properly if you wear pajama pants. Keep your tank top on though.” He instructed, and started to read the script again. You walked back to the bedroom and slipped off your bottoms, then donned a pair of white cheeky panties to match your tank top and walked out to the loveseat. Dieter peeked up at you,

@nerdieforpedro I love me a soft fluffy Dieter. This was cute with a side of menace. More please! 😁

Aww, thanks bestie! I’m glad you enjoyed! ☺️💕 I’m working on it. Dieter can be so soft and fluffy can’t he?