#bravo anon

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

I think anon is lost, this isn't the charmie blogs, reddit or twitter where people live in the alternate reality where he's not getting attention and his career is flopping. He's literally killing it, his highest grossing movie to date still in theaters, on his 3rd GG nomination, a highly anticipated movie he headlines out in less than 2 months, 2 new movies lined up, GG seating at the best table like the superstar he is, jlo filming him like a fangirl, literal legends like Leo hugging him happily, he's the celeb who trended the most after the GGs even though he lost, ig count rising, so on. Only in y'alls delusional heads it's not going good for him. Twitter who was deemed Wonka a flop months before it came out doesn't count, haters boycotting him because they're bored don't count. Wonka's box office proved loud and clear that chronically online losers DO NOT COUNT. Go touch some grass because he's not going to break up with Kylie just because your psycho asses can't accept her. Because THAT's your whole issue. Him dating Kylie.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(Sorry this part took so long if anyone was waiting for it)

Emmy after-party continued...

Evan takes my hand and leads me under the soft yellow light by the bar. It's above a little alcove that would block us from being seen immediately if someone were to walk in. I see him relax a bit.

"Relax baby. It's just me. You know you can tell me anything. So let me know if you feel uncomfortable." I tell him as I take his suit jacket off. He nods.

I fold it up and lay it on the floor next to us. I make sure to lay it far enough away so it's not in direct contact to anything that might accidentally soil it.

I place my hands on his stomach and I run them up his torso towards his shoulders. I can feel his muscles under his tight white dress shirt. My arousal becomes more persistent. My hands make my way up to his face and I cradle it. He leans down to kiss me. I lean in slowly and when our lips are about to meet, I pull away. His closed eyes flutter open when he feels nothing.

"How bad do you want to kiss me?" I ask him.

"So bad, baby"

I lean into his ear. "Where else would you like my mouth?" I whisper. He lets out a tiny whimper as a shiver of pleasure runs through him.

"You know where" he says breathlessly.

"Oh, but I don't know if I do. Say the words. Tell me where you want my mouth." I say seductively.

"M-my c-cock" he stammers. I chuckle softly. It still surprises me when he gets shy about talking dirty. He's so adorable and it makes me want him more. Makes me want to take care of him and make it all worth it for him. I start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Should we speed this up a bit?" He says nervously

"Well, I think, that it's more fun if we have a little fear of being caught. Don't you?" I cock my head to the side and smile lovingly up at him, looking into his soft, warm eyes. "Relax and trust me sweetheart. I already have an excuse ready for why we are in here"

Having unbuttoned his shirt all the way I fling it open and then I reach for his belt.

"What's the excuse?" He smirks

I let his pants drop as I reply "Wardrobe malfunction."

He lets out a little grunt as I reach my hands into the band of his boxers and push them down in one swift movement. His erection laying against his abdomen, now free, falls slightly forward.

I gently push him against the wall and I reach my hand out to touch him. Having found some inner aggressiveness, he grabs my hand and says "I thought you were gonna use your mouth." His face is serious. Dark eyes are boring into mine, making my heart flutter.

He's still holding my wrist, gently of course, as I move my face close to his. This time when I lean in I lick his lips before I pull away and start kissing on his neck. I find his favorite spot and I nip it. Making him gasp.

"Get on your fucking knees" he spurts out

"Patience, baby"

I start kissing my way down his torso. He lets go of my wrist. He doesn't know where to put his hands so he clenches them in a fist at his sides. His breathing quickens as I get closer to his pelvis. When I reach his very hard erection I run my hot breath down the length. He squirms.

"If you tease me, you're just asking for what I'm gonna do to you later" he growls

"Oh, no!" I answer sarcastically as I fake gasp.

He lets out the grittiest laugh I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. "Have it your way"

With that I stick my tongue out and wiggle the tip over the tip of his penis. I'm met with salty precum. He sucks air in harshly. Next, I wrap my lips around the head and I start gently sucking. I suck harder and pull my head away making his penis leave my mouth with a loud pop. Another gritty grunt. My tongue finds the vein under the head and I start thrashing it wildly. He's letting soft moans escape his throat, trying to be quiet. When I go back to the tip and start sucking on it like I would the top of an ice cream, he starts to lose his mind a little. His hands go to my head. He runs his fingers through my hair and gathers it like a ponytail. But, my sweet and gentle love can't bring himself to pull on it.

I look up at him. His eyes are closed. They open as I say his name. "Lean against the wall with your back and your pelvis out a little. Can you see?"

"mmmm"

"Good. Keep watching" I say sternly

His hands are clenched at his sides again. As I plunge his hard cock into my mouth I take one of them in my hand. He grips it immediately. Urgently.

I suck gently so my mouth doesn't get tired. I bob my head back and forth and I make sure to take as much of his length in as I can get without choking. I push it a little too hard and gag. His response is immediate as he pulls my head back a bit. "You ok?" I nod my head yes and reach for his hands again. Having choked a bit left my mouth thick with saliva and that's what ultimately pushes him over the edge.

"Ohhhh can you go faster? It doesn't have to be deep. Please? It's so close."

He always says please like I wouldn't. It makes me want to cry. I need him to know he can have anything he asks for. This beautiful man that treats me like a queen each and every day.

I oblige. I go fast and quick. Periodically sucking so I don't get fatigued. I want to finish him off this way. I find a new energy as I hear his soft moans get louder. "Pull away, it's coming..." He cries. In the throes of passion and still wanting to be respectful and considerate. As if I would pull away and not carry him through.

His head tilts to the ceiling. His eyes screwed shut. His full lips open in a cry of total ecstasy. I suck deeper and he starts screaming. The alcove stops it from echoing. He somehow picks up on that and he lets himself go completely. I swallow his sweet, salty, hot fluid and I release him. He falls completely against the wall, breathing hard. His forehead is shiny with beads of sweat. I grab a few cocktail napkins from the bar and hand him some. He takes care of what he needs to as I dab at his face. I help him get put back together. His hands are shaking and he has a hard time walking with his jello legs.

"You ok?" I ask him

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. He kisses the top of my head.

"You're fucking amazing"he says to me.

"No, you are. That's why I wanted to make you feel good."

"We need to go back out there, don't we." It's more of a statement than question.

"I'm here with you. You're not alone sweetheart" I coo. "Let's walk back in there like we own the place and have some fun together."

He nods his head and kisses me. The rest of the night doesn't matter to me as long as I'm with him.

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Omg I’m your Bravo anon coming out of the shadows to apologize for helping summon that troll. Holy shit that was funny tho. Preferring a known and documented cheater and gaslighter with the musical talent of your average house cat to Harry Styles. Jesus wept and I cackled. Pls, anon, look away from my blog devoted to that hideous creature who is so musty he smells like cold hard cash and critical acclaim. Of course tryhards copy him.

LMAO! Hello, Bravo Anon! Lovely to meet you properly 👋🏽💕

I can only assume that other anon was actually Tom himself because there ain’t no way.

Hopefully they see your message. Nothing to add myself, you said it all perfectly. 🍸

[temeyes]

I've been thinking about the art of Price’s boobies since I saw it, I'm showing it to my friends when I meet them for dinner today, everyone must see his amazing boobies

thank u for doing me a favor of showing his tatas to your besties. BUT have they even seen his bum-

oh shit, close the door- CLOSE THE DOOR!!!!!!!!!

[qveerthe0ry]

hi! i just read misfire & omfg?😭😭 pathetic dieter is top 2!! i was wondering if you would consider doing an alternative to where the reader does engage??

Sweet anon, what a wonderful question.

The answer is absolutely, and I have, and also I may have written the bulk of this earlier today instead of doing my job.

Thank you so much for reading Misfire and your kind words! Without further adieu I present you: Misfire (Anon's Version)

Summary: Dieter gets waxed for a role and is way too into it.

Word Count: 1,494

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN! Reader

Rating: 18+ explicit

Warnings: 18+ mdni, body hair waxing, pain kink, humiliation kink, degredation kink, praise kink, sub!Dieter, dom!Reader, anal fingering, prostate orgasm, coming untouched, minimal aftercare, no use of y/n

It isn’t the stickiest situation Dieter’s ever been in, but it is still quite sticky. 

The last thing he expected for a Tuesday at 8am was to be ass naked on a cold esthetician table, hard as a rock. All for a stupid role about stupid Olympic divers.

Because your hands are so gentle, which is the sexiest fucking contrast to the sting your wax leaves as you rip it from his fuzzy asscheeks. 

His breath leaves him in little whimpers as your wax stick gets closer and closer to his entrance, and he’s drooling from his mouth and his cock at this point. 

Which is fine, since he’s on his stomach. And maybe he’s grinding into the medical grade sanitary paper that covers your waxing table, and trying to disguise his squirming as discomfort. 

It would’ve worked, too, if he didn’t have to wax every inch of the front of his body as well.

But now you’re telling him to flip over, and he doesn’t want to move. Any other time he’d be dying to get his cock out and swing it around. But you’re just trying to do your job, and here he is, leaking onto your poor little waxing table, soiling it.

With a heaved sigh, he rolls onto his back, clambering all awkwardly on the small space. You’re turned away from him, preparing the next glob of hot wax, and his cock throbs. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, quiet and shameful, and you barely hear him.

“What’s that?”

Dieter can’t say it again. He just grumbles and covers his eyes with his arm. 

“Oh. Look at you, you poor thing.”

Dieter’s blood runs cold at the sound of your teasing voice. Well, all the blood that isn’t in his dick. The dick that’s now dribbling another stream of pre-cum as it jerks in the air. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he tells you.

And he looks so pretty, with his wide brown eyes and his flushed face. But he’s anything but innocent, and you know it. 

“Did you not, Mr.Bravo? Was I just imagining you humping my table like a bitch in heat, then?” 

You watch his chest expand with a gasp, see the wheels in his head turning for a desperate attempt at getting him out of this unscathed. 

He’s going to be fun to play with, you think. 

“I’m so sorry. I’ll uh, I’ll go, and I’ll make sure you’re paid triple for the trouble— I can do this myself at home.”

He starts to move to climb down from the table, but you don’t let him. Your gloved hands press down firmly on each of his thighs respectively. His prick bobs and sputters at the contact, and you’re sure your grin is devious.

“Nuh-uh, you aren’t going anywhere, Dieter. You want to act like a needy whore, then I’ll treat you like one.”

There’s a split second where apprehension gets the best of you, and Dieter freezes up, and you think maybe all the debauched tabloid entries you’ve read about him aren’t true at all. Maybe you’ve made a horrible mistake, and he isn’t a completely unhinged, freaky sex fiend at all. 

But then his body goes lax and his eyes close as he whimpers. 

“Yes, yes please.”

You huff out a sigh of relief and let your hands smooth up and down his thighs. 

“There you are, good boy. You know your place, don’t you?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” 

He nods his head and looks back at you with not a sliver of an iris to be found. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me, then.” 

He’s so eager to comply, crinkling up the paper on your table as he flips to his stomach, then eases up onto his hands and knees. 

His back arches as he hangs his head between his shoulders, and his freshly waxed ass is gorgeously on display, all for you. 

“For such a naughty thing, you’re being awfully good for me now,” you say, swiping your gloved fingers along the back of his thigh. 

He shivers, and goosebumps break out all over his smooth skin, and you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life.

“I’ll be so good, promise,” he whispers. 

You hum and squeeze the meat of his asscheek. He pushes into your hand and keens, and you watch another clear bead pour from his straining cock onto the crumpled paper underneath. 

Your other hand reaches up to grab him and spread, and you’re filled with awe as his puckered hole flutters at the attention. 

“Oh god,” he sighs, slumping slightly, balancing himself on one hand as the other makes a valiant effort to wrap around his own prick. 

It falls just short, though, when you grab his wrist and pin it behind him. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

The noise that works from his throat is pitiful, defeated and impatient and pleading. 

“N—no, no, you didn’t. I’m sorry.” 

You squeeze his wrist harder, and watch his dick bounce wildly between his legs, begging silently for any friction at all. 

“That’s what I thought,” you coo. 

His breaths are coming in more ragged, now, and his hips wiggle with desperation. Having such an influential, powerful man reduced to a puddle under you rministrations sends you reeling. Mad with power. 

So, you throw caution to the wind, and hawk a mouthful of spit directly onto his hole. 

He jolts and gasps and his face falls against the table as his arm gives out on him. His ass tilts up even more, and he spreads his legs farther apart and whimpers as your saliva drips down past his taint and onto his heavy sac. 

“Please let me come,” he begs, “I need to come.”

“Aww,” you mutter, “so eager.” 

He gulps another lungful of air, stuttered and wet, and you realize he’s crying, little droplets streaming from the corners of his eyes and wetting your table. All of a sudden, you find sympathy. 

“You can come,” you say. 

He tries valiantly to reach for his aching prick, but your grip on his wrist doesn’t waver. 

“Ah-ah,” you tut, “you can come, but you’re not touching your cock.”

He groans, and at first you think he’s defeated, but his dick throbs between his legs and sputters another few dribbles. The paper below him is transparent now, soaked and soiled from pre-come and drool and tears and your own spit. You want to see him come so badly, make an even bigger mess, and he doesn’t seem very far off. 

His legs are shaking and his hips rock back and forth absentmindedly, searching for anything he can get and coming up short. 

So you relent, and you help him along. Your gloved finger presses against his hole and it damn near sucks you in, greedy and ready. 

“Oh god, oh shit.” 

You feel the warmth of him draw in the tip of your finger as the ring of muscle spasms and relaxes. You enter so easily, a smooth, slow slide until you’re knuckle deep and Dieter is rocking his hips back and forth to urge you to move. You press in and out in minute motions, barely drawing back before diving in again. 

And then you curl your finger, and he yelps, and his legs tense up. 

“Have I– have I been good?” 

His little hiccup of breath is sweet, pathetic music to your ears and you let out a satisfied hum. 

“You’ve been very good for me, Dieter.”

“Yeah– fuck. Please–”

“Come for me, make a mess for me. Be a good boy and come.”

You can feel it before you’re even done speaking, his tight hole clenching around your finger. His legs tremble with the force, pulled taught and strained, and his groan almost sounds pained as he finally releases. 

His cock jerks against nothing as rope after rope of his seed sprays your table, each streak just a little less forceful than the last, until the final few drops weakly ooze from his spent cock. 

He whines when you slowly slip your finger from him, and curls into himself when your hands leave his body. 

You round the table to look him in the eyes, sleepy and sated and red from the tears. 

“Okay?” you ask, disposing of your soiled gloves. 

He sighs, and you thread your fingers through his sweaty curls. 

“I’m good,” he tells you with a hoarse voice, “thank you. For uh– For all of that.”

You give him a sweet smile, and he returns it, so vulnerable here, curled up into a ball, shivering from his cooling sweat, and lax. 

You find your handy box of tissues behind you, and set the on the table beside him. 

“Now clean yourself up and we can finish your wax.” 

Dieter watches in disbelief as you leave the room with a nonchalance that makes him burn.

He aches with the hope that you'll let him return the favor next time.

[chuckletons]

miscellaneous jb-related screenshots i've taken that made me lose my shit

[charles-leclerc-official]

!! here (if it fits):

first of all, he’s the living proof of that dream all little kids who are obsessed with formula 1 and ferrari have: that one day, if they work hard enough and have enough luck, they too can become a ferrari driver. he’s never been shy about how much he’s always loved ferrari, how much it means to him and more especially to his family that he is driving for the team. he made his way up through the ranks, through ferrari’s driver academy - the first fda driver that has signed with the team, he is the literal manifestation of that dream.

he’s also insane about racing, kimi raikkonen style. i’ve heard it said that kimi was the best driver behind a wheel that many had seen, and the only reason he kind of dropped off going into later seasons as set up and sims and driving configurations became more and more complex and important is because he would get 100%, 110% out of whatever car the mechanics put in front of him, but he was not so good at predicting how best the car needed to be set up for the race - he’d outperform the car every time, but as the sport moved away from purely turning the wheel, braking, accelerating and choosing the best line, the switches suited his driving style less and less.

charles, to me, has the exact same attitude towards racing that kimi did, in that he’s insane enough about the racing itself that he’ll go on and on for as long as the sport will have him. whereas lewis and fernando can be reasonably expected to retire once they get another wdc, whereas max seems deadly serious about only racing for another four-ish years, charles seems to me like he’ll go down kimi’s route - he’ll keep racing until the teams drop him, or until he physically can’t keep up anymore.

i think perhaps that’s why ferrari and the tifosi are so incredibly insane about him? because on a purely spiritual level he bleeds motor oil in racing red, he lives and breathes rosso corsa because ferrari is, more than any other team, the heart and soul of formula one.

he also embodies the spirit of of ferrari more than any other driver on the grid right now - he’s sacrificed, lost so much for this sport and because of this sport, and how does that quote about enzo ferrari go? that he loved his drivers as his sons, yet sent them out to face death in a metal shell. ferrari is this feral beast of desperate love, desperate hope and animal self preservation - it loves it’s drivers so much, it does anything for them to win, and yet will rip them apart and cast them aside for another who it believes can bring them victory. it puts the hopes and dreams of a nation, the decades of prestigious history and endless past victory on the shoulders of it’s drivers, and waits to see if they’ll sink or swim. in that regard, charles was ferrari from the minute he arrived in formula one, fresh from past victories and past loss during formula two - it seems a sick confirmation of that that he won his first race in the shadow of his friends death, and won again in the home of his beloved team. loss and victory, in equal measure.

Forza Ferrari, Forza Charles, Forza Ferrari Sempre!

[ohlexa]

Natasha and André in MRS HARRIS GOES TO PARIS (2022)

[pissditching]

that one meme but it’s: jfk (frank) gay asf for falling asleep when jackie (gerard) fat ass out like that

[subqmale]

guys’ sweat smells so good not gonna lie. i wanna lick it off someone’s happy trail </3

sweat and musk my beloved <3 you don't know much i need a sweaty gym bro to trap my face in his hairy armpit

[wildemaven]

what do you think Poppy & Dieter are up to these days? 🌸

Poppy & Dieter Update

Sweet Creature Masterlist

They’re busy, busy these days. Poppy has settled in with this years class and they’re a lively bunch of kids. They all love when Unlce Dude stops by for a visit, even more when he’s able to stay and help out in class. Poppy still manages to run late a few times a month— can you blame her though.

Dieter is living his best sober life. Already signed on for a few new roles that he’s excited to prep for— Poppy is so happy and proud of him. He started writing a script, hoping to have it finished by next year so he can start shopping it around to producers in hopes to get it made into a movie. He’s also continuing working on his art any chance he gets, either on set or at home in the art studio— lots of art and sex still being had in said studio.

The gallery is running smoothly. Both Poppy and Dieter have showing Ms regularly through the year when they’ve completely a collection— sometimes even on collaborative projects. They’ve hire a few wonderful people to help run it while they’re both away or busy with their other endeavors.

They’re also the best Auntie P and Uncle Dude to Wren who’s been keeping Diem on her toes as she gets older.

Their life has been pretty great. Thank you so much for asking about them!!

[stressed24seven]

ayo gurl??? r u trying to single-handedly revitilize my love for samurai bravo??? because its working, wow

freaking props and kudos to you baps <3<3<3 thank you and have a nice day

I can’t believe posting silly art of a dying ship actually managed to give me the powers of a necromancer (I’m jumping around screaming)

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Bravo anon and yess Sandoval’s style is like Amazon/Halloween costume version of Harry. There is another man (not one who treats women as poorly as Tom on at least on camera yet but there is still time) in the Southern Charm/Winter/Summer House orbit who claims he started wearing his pearl necklace bc of his grandma. Uhhh sure. Harry watching these absolute bros attempt to co-opt pieces of his personal style 🙈 they better leave the hair clippy alone!!!

Hello, Bravo Anon!

It’s so fascinating to see how influential Harry has been when it comes to fashion trends for both men and women. The grandma explanation is cute but I’m not buying that either. 😆

And yes! Amazon/Halloween Costume version is so accurate. But oh god, my eyes will roll out of my head if Sandoval tries to incorporate the clippy into his greasy hair. He was so gross in this newest episode, I need him to pick another fashion inspo asap. Harry doesn’t deserve to have his name and style associated with that guy. 😖

[yakool-foolio]

imagine a horribly fucked up au where some people's orginals survived the blank week ala zombie movie. imagine if Yakou's.was one of them.... imagine if they met.

I've been itching to write about the Blank Week, and this ask inspired me! Unsurprisingly, what follows is a short excerpt that made me think 'oh god what have I wrought' the whole way through.

[lesserknownhusbands]

[madmanwonder]

ask

johnny bravo wants daphne to help him hook up with velma. she isn't interested, until he adds that it will mean she and shaggy will be alone together.

“Deal.” Daphne quickly and wholeheartedly shook hands with big muscular blonde.