Warnings:Drug use, phone sex, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talking, angst, Dieter being horny, slightly sub/dom undertones, begging, face riding, anal, vaginal sex
Comments: Your quarantine is supposed to be a relaxing time away from your boss, Dieter Bravo. Until he calls you complaining about his lack of stimulation. Surprising him when you agree to phone sex, you change the dynamic between the two of you, possibly forever.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
ClickKeep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
Two weeks, fourteen whole days. Broken down it would be three hundred and thirty six hours that you would be by yourself. Unable to run the most obnoxious and inconvenient errands for your boss, Dieter Bravo.
This is going to be a vacation. You smile as you glance around the small room. Nowhere near as nice as the larger suite you know the star has, you brought his bags up and set out his cocaine so he didn’t flip out when he couldn’t find it in the two point fiveseconds he was looking for it. But the room has a larger stand alone tub you could soak in and you have WiFi. No Dieter begging you to run to his room to draw a bath or wash the one shirt he just had to wear. Yep, this was going to be magical.
It takes an hour for Dieter to be bored. His hair is already messy from him running his fingers through it, and he had already snorted some coke. He knows he can’t just snort coke all day. He’s not desperate enough to risk overdosing. He groans, flicking through the TV channels as he tries to distract himself. “Fuck!” He yells, tossing the remote across the room. How is he going to endure two weeks by himself? He’s going to go crazy.
pairing : dieter bravo x reader (no use of y/n, no use of pronouns in this part, might be afab reader in part two)
summary : You’re Dieter’s assistant on a semi-vacation while he shoots his new film, until they call you in to stay in the hotel where he’s staying.
word count : 1.4k
warnings : tiny angst? mentions of sex, SOFT!DIETER BC I CAN, cheesy goodness!!
comments : This was originally longer, but i decided to make it into two parts! So watch out for part two! Also! first time writing angst so hope i do it right hehe
summary: You’re Dieter’s assistant on a semi-vacation while he shoots his new film, until they call you in to stay in the hotel where he’s staying.
word count: 1.4k
warnings: tiny angst? mentions of sex, SOFT!DIETER BC I CAN, cheesy goodness!!
comments: This was originally longer, but i decided to make it into two parts! So watch out for part two! Also! first time writing angst so hope i do it right hehe
Dieter had accepted a role in the upcoming Cliff Beasts 6 film, and in order for him to participate, the film’s crew had imposed a quarantine on the actors. Good for you, his assistant; it meant you’d have a lot less work than you did before, given that you weren’t allowed to stay in the hotel where they were staying. You’re semi-vacation was going wonderful; you get to work calmly from home and your usually packed errands are practically nonexistent.
This vacation, however, does not grant you a relief from Dieter. When he felt lonely, he would text you every minor convenience, asking to call or video chat. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if those calls hadn’t made you felt a type of way. The idea that he turned to you when he needed someone is heartwarming, even if you know deep down that there’s nothing special between the two of you. Just a celebrity and his assistant.
You received an odd call a few months ago from a man named Gavin, telling you to stay in the hotel where Dieter was staying. When asked why, the man replied, ‘Mr. Bravo insisted you come,’ which was odd because Dieter himself didn’t tell you to come. Thinking about how urgent it might be, you quickly packed some essentials and threw in a few outfits suitable for every occasion. Gavin had sent you the flight ticket and details, as well as his best wishes for a safe flight.
As the car approaches the hotel’s entrance, you notice Dieter’s figure waving at you. When you get out of the car, you’re surprised to find yourself engulfed in Dieter’s arms. “I’m so glad to see you.” “I-i’m glad to see y-you too, Mr. Bravo,” you say, fumbling your words as you slowly wrap your arms around him, patting him on the back. “Are you okay?” He abruptly lets go of you and looks into your eyes, saying, “We’ll talk in the room, come on.” He struts into the hotel and ushers you in. Looking behind you, you notice two people carrying your belongings, allowing you to quickly catch up to your boss.
He escorted you to… his room? It has the same layout as the room from his video calls, and it’s quite messy, indicating that someone has been living in it. 'There is no way this is my room,’ you thought. Dieter waited for the people to put your luggage down before closing the door, “I am dying in here.”
“Are you alright? Are they not treating you right? Do you need anything?” He approached you slowly. “Do you wanna have sex?” Shocked, you step back a couple of steps, hitting the bed.
Did he really say what i thought he said? No it couldn’t be. Why would he want to do… That! With me? Besides! We can’t, if anyone finds out i’m done! An assistant fucking their boss? Whose a celebrity?! Oh they’re gonna think i got this job just to get a chance with him… Well, i mean i do think he’s quite attractive but i never expected anything to happen between us, i mean he’s him! and i’m just me.
The sound of his mouth repeating your name brought you back to reality. “U-uh yes! I mean! No! This is wrong, sir. We can’t.” He takes a close step, perhaps too close. You take a step back, forgetting about the bed behind you, ending with you falling onto it. Dieter took advantage of the situation by hovering his figure above you, keeping you in place. “What’s the harm? I see the way you look at me, i know you want me.”
Oh my god, I’m done. Goodbye, career.
“I-no! We really shouldn’t. I can’t do it.”
“Tell me why.”
In actuality, I’ve pondered this moment many times before. I never hesitated to say yes all of those times. But now that it’s happening, I can’t help but wonder what it means for our future. Will we evolve into something more? Or am i just someone to satisfy his desires just for one night only?
You lightly caressed his cheek with your hand. Surprised by the soft touch, he melted into your warmth, satisfying his need even if its just a tiny bit, “We can’t, Dieter.”
“Please, i need you. Tell me why we can’t.”
“Because. I-i’m afraid. I don’t want to do this with you if it meant—” The following words couldn’t come out of your mouth. You realized what you were about to say, something that could jeopardize the relationship between you two. Dieter wasn’t your favorite person at first, nor would you ever thought he would be. However, during your time as his assistant, you discovered how gentle he can be. Especially since you’ve been separated from him for a few months, the texts between the two of you have deepened your bond to the point where you couldn’t deny those feelings any longer. You truly loved this man, and the thought of doing this just for pleasure isn’t enough.
Dieter looks at you, waiting for your next words. You sigh defeatedly, it’s now or never. “I don’t want to do this with you if it’s meaningless. Dieter, I love you. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself. And I know you don’t feel the same way, so I wouldn’t blame you if you fired me right here right now.” His expression was the same as before, with no indication of what he was thinking at the time. They remained in that position for a long time before you caved. “Please, Dieter, say something.”
His expression finally changed, his eyes softening and he smiled. Finally, he pressed his lips against yours. You couldn’t believe how soft, intimate, and romantic it was. Seconds came by before you finally kissed him back.
As he pulls away, it’s his turn to place his hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. “Adorable.” Hearing him chuckle sent a rush of adrenaline through you, pushing him away from you, finally sitting straight after an hour. Dieter lay on the floor, stunned by what had just occurred, and looked at you, perplexed.
“Do you think I’m joking? Why did you laugh? Why did you kiss me? You can’t just—play! with my emotions like this, Dieter! I truly love you, and it pains me that I can’t be with you!”
“How come you can’t be with me?”
“Wh- Huh—you know why. I’m you, and you’re me.”
He got up and sat down beside you, taking your hand in his. “Listen to me. I ’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you think that way. I care about you, hell, I don’t even know what I would do without you. The time I’ve spent here quarantining would have been dreadful if it hadn’t been for our phone calls. When I couldn’t sleep, your voice soothed me. Oh, and seeing you at home, all cozy in your pyjamas, god, you’re the cutest. You drew me in with your wonderful self. I didn’t bring you here just to have sex with you; I just couldn’t wait to see you again.”
“D-do you really mean it?”
“I truly, deeply do.”
Your eyes began to water, but you quickly blinked them away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead against his. His hands reach for your waist and pull you into his lap. “Do you wanna cuddle?”
You give him a quick peck on the lips, giggling at the unexpected question. “I would be delighted to.” He placed his hands under your thighs, gently picking you up and laying you down. He scooted over to the other side of the bed, close to you. When you suddenly sat up before he could wrap his arms around you, “I think I should clean myself up first; wouldn’t you rather have me all nice and comfy?”
“You look fantastic to me—oh, did you bring your red and white plaid pyjamas?”
“Oh so that’s the one you like! and yes, I brought it, I’ll change into that right now okay?” you say, raising an eyebrow. He nods cheerfully, grabbing the back of your neck and luring you in for a soft kiss.
“So, how do I look?” Looking up, he frantically stood up and ran to you, scooping you into his arms when he arrived. “You look absolutely gorgeous, darling. We’re free to cuddle now, right?”
Nodding, Dieter led you to the bed, showering you with kisses when the two of you found a comfortable position.
Time passed, the two of you enjoying each other’s company, no talking, with occasional kisses. Dieter chuckled as he noticed you sound asleep in his arms. “I love you, can’t wait to spend tomorrow with you.”
Warnings:Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth.
Comments:Your boss, Dieter Bravo is the embodiment of an adult child. You are shocked when he decides on day that he wants a baby. Even more shocked when he wants you to be his surrogate and have it for him.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
ClickKeep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
“I’ve decided I want a baby.” Dieter announces this just as easily as he’s decided to get a puppy. In his mind there’s not a whole hell of a lot of difference between the two. Both are small, need to be fed and will shit everywhere, both would love him unconditionally. He’s thought about it longer than anything else he’s decided in his life, almost two days. That article with Sandra Bullock about her kids making him yearn and wonder if it was ever going to happen for him. He wasn’t getting any younger and like most things he wanted, he wanted it now.
Your eyes widen, shocked and in disbelief, until you burst out laughing. Dieter looks offended which makes you laugh even more. The man can barely remember to shower without you telling him he has to, how the fuck is he going to look after a baby?!? “You’re joking, right?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows.
He pouts, looking at you with annoyance. “Why would I be joking?” He asks, tilting his head, “I’m perfectly capable of being a daddy.”
