This fic is fighting me because I’m going through some things this week….but here’s a little taster of what’s to come:
“In your confusion it takes you a minute to identify little huffs and breathy whimpers from Dieter. Panicking that he might be in pain, you rip the curtain open with more force than it really needed.
A nurse is standing pressed close to Dieter’s bed. Both men’s heads snap to you, and it takes a moment for your eyes to drift down, where the nurse’s arm has disappeared into a very obvious tent in the bedcovers.”
Rating: M. Language, mentions of COVID, some alcohol references, some sex talk / relationship talk
Summary: Officially hired on to work for the Cliff Beasts 6 shoot, you settle into your new routine … and get to know your neighbor a little better.
Is Dieter Bravo really who he seems to be? Who knows - but you’ve got a couple months to find out.
Author’s note:
Uh, so, the response to part one? INSANE. Thank you all so much for reading and for commenting and for giving my take on this character a shot. I’m about 1900 words into part 5 right now, so as long as I can keep up some momentum, this one should update regularly. I’m having a ton of fun with this story - so I hope you do, too.
Stepping out of the elevator the following morning, you were unsurprised to see that the blonde was again behind the front desk and looked as unenthused to see you as she previously had. She gave you a tight smile as you walked closer, and instead of greeting her with just a clipped ‘hello’, you swallowed your pride and zeroed in on her nametag. Anika.“Good morning, Anika. I’m supposed to ask you where the production team is set up, I guess I have some documents to sign?”
The prompt for this week’s Writer Wednesday was given by the new and improved @writer-wednesday!
“Mr. Bravo, pardon my language and my bluntness, but you need a fucking hobby.”
Dieter opened his mouth, two seconds from arguing, but his assistant, Peggy, was faster. “Having sex with people isn’t a hobby,” she added sharply. “You’ve gone on one too many lust-driven benders in the past few months, and the director for your newest film is considering dropping you if you don’t clean up your act.”
Rating: M (slightly raunchy). There’s mention of what happened to Dieter, but not in detail. Language. Sex. Alcohol.
Summary:Things on he set of Cliff Beasts 6 continue to go downhill, and without Dieter’s daily set presence, it’s noticeable.
As the man’s departure date nears, the two of you admit to a lot more than either of you ever planned to - but it only leads to more questions and uncertainty.
Author’s note:
This chapter ended up being longer than the others, but I needed to get to a certain spot before I cut it. I hope you understand.
We divide from canon a little more here, but it’s not too much - just to keep things flowing the way that I’ve been writing them.
Also, with this chapter, I’ll be taking a short break from posting a new one every other day - this is the last piece that I have written as of right now - but I DO have two other Locked Down related pieces in the works that I would like to finish.
I am also ITCHING to get back to Jay and the Catfish Popeboy in “Caught On” - and I have a Javi P story that’s just about finished … so don’t worry - thisstory isn’t DONE, I’m just taking a pause in the main chapters to get some other things done (I’ve written 100k for this story in less than a month, so it’ll be nice to diversify)
Six days later, you were finishing with filming for the day, carefully packing your cameras up for the night. It had been a bad day on the set - Carol actually had a full on meltdown, going off on Darren about changing her scene to one with no lines andmoving her to the back of the group without warning. Krystal’s response to that had been a small tantrum of her own about how she deserved the spotlight, Sean trying to play peacekeeper along with Dustin. But then Lauren stepped in, raising her voice and getting into both Krystal and Darren’s faces. That effectively halted filming for nearly an hour while everyone calmed down, but it had thrown everything off - including your work, because you’d had to try and figure out which horrible situation deserved your attention the most.
And at the sight of Jenna standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, you knew the day was about to get worse. “Jenna.” You sighed, zipping the camera bag. “Done with your quarantine? I didn’t know -”
“Are you busy?” She stepped closer, dropping her arms. “Just got in a little while ago, and I haven’t been up to see Dieter yet. I wanted to talk to you first.” Shit.
Summary; Dieter in panties. That’s it. That’s the fic.
Word Count; ~3k
Content & Warnings; subby!Dieter, Oral sex (f receiving) coming untouched, underwear fetish, face sitting. Established relationship. Also - I have done my absolute best not to “gender”the clothing items; but it is a cis male character wearing traditionally feminine undergarments
Author Note; *throws hands in air* I DON’T KNOW. IT JUST HAPPENED OKAY?! This movie needs to come out ASAP, this whore (affectionate) has me in a chokehold.
This work contains explicit adult content and is intended for audiences over the age of eighteen. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older, have read the content and warnings and wish to proceed
We KNOW about the pinky ring () for Javi G, but it got my tiny brain wondering: what adornments do the others wear?
Frankie’s accessories are laden with meaning - dog tags, wedding ring, and the same cap he bought in a convenience store after his first buzzcut. But nasty, oversized belt buckles are his indulgence - the uglier the better - and he grins every single time you roll your eyes at him sauntering over to the belt section of the thrift store.
Weapons might be part of his religion, but like anyone who expresses through their clothing will tell you, he feels naked without them. Like he isn’t him. It perplexed you at first, the amount of time he took carefully choosing them before each and every trip out of the crest - even to visit friends. But then it became a language. Pulse rifle to intimidate, knives to conceal. The darksaber meant he was scared. But the blaster, the blaster was there for him to run his thumb over when he felt out of place, to rest his hand on when he cocked his hip. It was safety.
Joel wears his beat up leather jacket every day of his life, even in the summertime. He also still keeps a wallet in the back pocket of his jeans even after the apocalypse. It’s full of little momentos - a photo of Sarah, a sketching of Ellie’s - and if you open the page, a dried bushel of white flowers you’d tossed his way. It was early on, and he’d scolded you for being so flippant, but secretly tucked the tiny blooms into his pocket.
Dieter wears cheap ass rings from thrift shops and dollar stores. Partially because he’s a creature of whims and cannot resist shinies, but also because he loves telling the rich and famous they’re priceless designer items with a choked back grin.
Javier Peña wears his mother’s long gold chain tucked under the collar of his shirts. He took the pendant off, left it in his untouched room back in Texas, but the chain is warm against his skin. A reminder that he was once whole and loved.
If he’s having a quickie somewhere like a dressing room, there’s really no time for aftercare. Yeah, he’ll get both of you something to clean up with and spend a few minutes recovering before one or both of you leaves, but that’s about it.
If it’s just fucking - in a bed or a trailer, he’s fine with catching his breath for a little while before worrying about clean up or getting dressed, but he doesn’t cuddle - never the first time hooks up with someone. That sends the wrong message.
If it’s a repeat encounter - someone he knows in a specific city, an actor or actress he’s worked with before (like the makeup girl that worked on two seasons of the sitcom he guest starred on), he’s a little more personable, and takes things a little further.
It’s not quite “holding you against my chest” cuddling, but Dieter has no issue with sleeping next to someone that he trusts, and if that means body parts are touching someone else’s while unconscious, he isn’t going to freak out about it when he wakes up.
But if it’s with someone that he’s in a relationship with, he definitely lets his guard down more and allows himself to get closer. That means touching. That means exploring. That means care and affection and attention - and it makes him feel much more vulnerable, which he doesn’t always like.
Even with Mara, who was his “realest” relationship (before you), there was always that fear of being vulnerable, because Dieter equates caring for someone with trusting them - the same way that person trusts him with their body + ensuring it’s cleaned up after sex. Aftercare can be just as intimate as actual sex, and Dieter is well aware of this.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Dieter’s favorite of his own body parts is his face - but not for the reason you might think. It’s because he knows that his ability to use his face is what helps keep him employed. His facial expressions draw people in - show them what he’s thinking and feeling, and he can use it as a mask if he needs to - and he does often. Dieter’s good at showing people what he wants them to see - and even if sometimes, the words that come out of his mouth don’t quite match the way he looks? Well people still go based on what they see.
On you? His immediate answer would be your mouth - he likes the way you use it, and I don’t just mean for sexual stuff. (He’ll never ever tell you no when it comes to that, though, because you are damngood to him.) He likes how you joke with him. Likes how you laugh. Likes the way sometimes when you concentrate your tongue pokes between your teeth or into your cheek. He also really likes the way your lips look when they curve upward into a huge smile at the sight of him - especially when you haven’t seen each other in a while.
Bonus:Your favorite part of Dieter?
His fucking hands. Strong, thick fingers. Wide, warm palms. The way you can always tell what kind of a mood he’s in based on where they’re at and what they’re doing. (Hanging at his sides, fingers loose? Dieter’s calm and relaxed. Thumbs tucked against his palms and his fingers flexing? He’s a little on edge. One thumb pressed against the bullseye tattoo? It’s time to get him out of his own head.) But the best is when they’re on you, because you can feel the strength in them, even when they’re just resting on your skin. You can feel how into you he is when he brushes his fingertips over your temple or your lips, or even just grazes his thumb over the back of your hand. You like his hands most because you like being touched by Dieter … but to be completely honest, you just like him, and the hands are an added bonus.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes the mess. He likes the way it feels when you come - because it’s a physical reaction that tells him what he’s doing is right, that you like it, that your body responds to what he does. The man always finds an excuse to taste you - either straight from the source or via his fingers (or your own, which happens a lot because he likes it when you touch yourself, too)
As for his? Most of the time, it’s not very messy because he does use protection whenever he actually has sex. But when you’re going down on him, or when he’s taking care of business and getting himself off - or when you manage to catch him off guard and he comes before he has a chance to put the condom on? He loses his mind at the sight of it on your skin or his.
And when the two of you finally make the decision to stop using condoms and switch to only using other forms of birth control? Neither of you will ever forget the sound he made the first time he finished inside you of you and then almost immediatelydove down to clean the mess between your legs with his tongue. It’s not about the way he tastes himself - but the two of you combined? He can’t get enough.
D = Dynamic (what kind of dynamic do they have with their partner? Dom? Sub? Switch?)
Dieter hands down will tell you that he’s a switch, but the truth is that he’s more submissive than anything else. There are certain phrases he uses and requests he makes of you (“look at me”, “get up here”, “sit/lay down”, etc) and when he says them you don’t even hesitate to do as he’s asking … but most of the time? It’s you that’s leading, at least in terms of deciding what exactly is going to happen.
He loves confidence. He loves someone that knows what they want in bed and what they expect from a partner - and when you’re able to articulate that? He’s gone. It turns him on so goddamn much when the person he’s with takes control of a situation and leads him. A lot of people just want to get fucked by an actor - and so they expect him to direct them, which he’s done quite a lot - but it isn’t his favorite.
He doesn’t like being bossed around, and there’s a fine line between making pointed requests and cruelty. Even in the moment, Dieter’s not afraid to tell you when you’re approaching - or have crossed - that line.
This mostly comes from the way that he’s been treated on set in the past by shitty directors and entitled costars, and he doesn’t want degradationin the bedroom from either side - he just wants someone else to make decisions sometimes and stick with them. That way, he knows that you’re getting what you want - and so is he… because it means you’ll be happy.
Bonus D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Dieter’s history of relationships with men and women is very widely known, but he’s pretty good at being discreet when it comes to casual partners.
When he was first starting out in the industry, he tried to keep it more private when he was with a man, just because he didn’t want people to typecast him or for it to potentially cost him any roles or fans, but as time passed and he became more comfortable with it, he hid it less.
And when things really started to pick up for him, Dieter began to explore more things - including threesomes with a man and a woman at the same time.
Well one of them was with a couple, and Dieter liked the man a hell of a lot more than he liked the woman - and the feeling was mutual. So Dieter and the man (Alex) continued to see each other without the girlfriend knowing for about six months. And even though it was regular, and no matter how good the sex was, Dieter always felt like shit when it was over because he knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do, but he was infatuated.
The girl never found out, and Dieter finally put an end to it because Alex casually mentioned that he was going to propose to his girlfriend… and that’s a line that Dieter wasn’t about to cross. He still feels bad, though, and hasn’t been in any hurry to repeat that scenario with another couple since - even though he has had other threesomes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
If you look up the word “experience” in the dictionary, there might as well be a picture of Dieter next to it. He’s had a ton of partners. He’s slept with a lot of different types of people - actors and actresses, crew, other celebrities, athletes … he’s seen and done his fair share of fucking throughout his career.
And it shows. He’s really good in bed, even when he’s not putting 100% into it, which he only does when he’s really into someone or something that he’s doing. (He’s always given you 100%, from the very beginning. And he doesn’t know why but he’s fucking glad he did).
He does have a reputation - and it’s really easy to find examples of what he’s like online - but those examples aren’t always the whole truth. The effort that Dieter puts in is in direct correlation to the way his partner is in bed, but not the way you might think.
If you’re overacting, Dieter does bare minimum, because he knows it’s all he has to do. If you’re genuinely responsive to him, and giving him real cues, he’s more motivated to put his skills to use, because he feels like you’ll appreciate them.
He knows enough about what he’s doing - and what other people are doing in return - to have a pretty good read on what someone wants in bed, and is very easily adaptable to give it to them - often without them even having to ask.
Also, the fact that Dieter has a lot of experience with a lot of things leads you into some really interesting scenarios … because not only does he have confidence, he’s patient about including you in them when (and if) you want. Dieter knows what works and what doesn’t, and what tends to be comfortable and worth trying. At first, it sort of makes you feel inadequate because your sex life hasn’t been too out of the ordinary, but once you understand that his experience is only going to help the two of you find what works best? You start viewing it as an asset in the relationship.
Those other partners were learning experiences for him - and even if he enjoyed them, he didn’t enjoy them enough to make them permanent… just enough to teach him a little something that he can make use of in the future.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
This might surprise you (not), but Dieter values comfort and convenience when it comes to sex for the most part. Missionary is great. Doggy is even better, because it allows him to control the pace and get some good, hard thrusts in. (It does hurt his knees after a while, though…but he hates to admit it.)
He’s also really partial to the position that the two of you were in the night before he got sick - your back to his chest, even though he usually doesn’t come from contact alone andkissing whoever he’s with on the back and shoulders isn’t exactly standard operating procedure for him.
And you on your hands and knees isn’t just good for actual sex - he loves this position for going down on you, too. It opens you up in a very different way than when you’re laying on your back, or standing in front of him - and even though he loves it when you’re hovering over him, the man mouthing his way up your inner thighs while they tremble, there’s something about getting to look at you first that drives him insane, especially since this angle means that you can’t always anticipate exactly when his mouth is going to make first contact.
One of Dieter’s favorite memories with you is the first time he took you from behind - and it was only a couple weeks after you’d started sleeping together.
You were in your bed, naked and on your stomach, and Dieter couldn’t help asking you to get on your knees, ass in the air as you balanced on your elbows. He slid a pillow under your body, giving you a little more cushion, and then moved behind you, using both hands to spread your legs. It would have been a great position for sex, but Dieter didn’t want sex, he wanted to put his mouth on you, and so he did.
He started by kissing his way up the backs of your thighs, his hands massaging the skin before his lips got to it. You didn’t stay completely silent, your quiet hums and sighs music to his ears, but when he pulled away to look at you, noticing that the insides of your thighs were slick, Dieter used one finger to touch you, sliding it into you with a practiced ease. The action made you spread your knees more, opening you up to him, and it didn’t take him long to pull his hand back, heart pounding and his body buzzing with desire. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
He nearly moaned out the words, both hands back on you and squeezing, and your agreement was quiet but sure, a nod of your head followed by verbal permission for him to keep going.
He kissed the inside of your thigh before moving higher, and the tip of his nose brushed against you before anything else did - and he felt you shudder at the contact. Good. She’s gonna fucking love this.
And you did - your entire body shaking as he used his tongue on you,
lapping at the place his finger had just been, tongue twisting to delve further into your body while his hands gripped your legs to hold you in place. Dieter hadn’t known if he could get you off from that angle before he’d started, but when you bucked your hips backward, lifting them up to give him a different approach, he knew that not only was it possible, it was going to happen.
You came on his face a few minutes later, the man’s groan at the taste of you vibrating on your damp, puffy skin, and he’d been reluctant to let you go, drinking you down until you cried out, swatting at him with one hand and telling him that it was too much.
You collapsed on the bed, rolling over onto your back, chest heaving and your legs open enough so that he could crawl up between them, kissing the skin of your stomach and chest before you grabbed his face and forced his mouth against yours, kissing him almost as deeply as he’d just kissed a different part of your body.
It might have been too much for him to continue that night, but you never said no after that when he suggested a repeat of the position, and after almost no time at all, he didn’t need to suggest it anymore - because youdid.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Dieter’s a mix. Again, it depends a lot on his partner, but overall, he tries to keep it light and fun, especially for the one night stands and the hookups that catch him by surprise. He likes to laugh, likes to let the people he’s with know that things aren’t serious and they shouldn’t treat them as such. He likes to set expectations from the very beginning, because it allows for both (or all three) parties to enjoy every second.
And that works well with you, too, because you like breaking up the serious with a little bit of levity. You like making him laugh. You like letting him know that you’re not expecting serious and focused and super meaningful moments every single time you’re in bed with him.
With you, though, Dieter does tend to get sort of quiet and a little more introspective when you’re done. He might make a joke or two, but then the two of you do talk seriously sometimes - and that caught you by surprise, especially in the beginning. Especially when he asked you to stay and told you he had no interest in kicking you out. It was a lot to think about, and honestly didn’t do you any favors when it came to keeping your expectations low, because he contradicted himself almost right from the get go in a lot of ways.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The thing about Dieter is that he only lookslike he crawled out of a thrift store’s back room. He doesn’t smell like it and definitely doesn’t groomlike it. The hair on the top of his head might be fluffy and unkempt (though it’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt), and his beard might be patchy, but he’s always clean, and he always smells good. (The exceptions after you met being when he was sick and when he went through the middle few days of quarantine)
He keeps his body hair neatly trimmed, though maybe slightly longer than the other men that you’ve ever been with, but it’s not overwhelming, and if you asked him to or made a comment, you know that he’d change it for you.
As for the color? Unlike the hair on his head and the hair on his face, Dieter’s still all dark below the waist.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If you asked Dieter, he’d tell you that he doesn’t like or need romance. He wants physical, in the moment connection, and that’s enough for him. It’s been enough for him in the past, and he’s got himself convinced it’s all he needs in the future. But the truth is that Dieter’s so much more intimate than he knows he is - especially when he lets his guard down.
Sexual intimacy is one thing, and that’s a connection he never skimps on. He wants to feel good - and wants to make the people he’s with feel just as good. Physical intimacy … it’s not quite as abundant, but he’s still incredible with his hands and mouth, knows how to use his body in the moment. He’s very purposeful with the way he touches people and what these touches mean.
But when it comes to being emotionally intimate, Dieter alwaysholds back. It’s hard for him to really connect with people because of the choices he’s made about the way he interacts with them, and there are cases - like with Mara - where he thought he was ready for more - for an actual honest to God emotional connection with someone that was just as ready … but he waited for her to ask him, and she never did. He couldn’t bring himself to take that leap, and it’s probably a good thing, because if she’d known how much he cared, how much he wanted her to care? It would have been yet another thing she could have used to hurt him in the end.
With you, Dieter found himself being emotionally intimate before you’d even done more than touch hands. It wasn’t the physical or sexual intimacy that led to an emotional connection - it was the emotional that made it possible to have such a good first physical encounter. He still held back with you, still didn’t let himself get overwhelmed with what he liked about you before anything physical happen - but it was different for him.
He didn’t mind spending platonic time together. He didn’t mind conversations. He didn’t even thinkabout just trying to get you into bed (even though he would have liked to, because Dieter was attracted to you even when he could only see half of your face because of the mask you wore). But one of the things that he’s most thankful for - and will actually comment on in a very public way in the future - is that he didn’t just rush into a physical relationship with you instead of taking the time to slowly build that intimacy on all levels.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dieter’s masturbation routine is very different on set than it is at home.
At home, he’s used to being able to scratch that itch in a very specific way. He’s got a couple people that he knows he can call if he wants to get off with almost no effort or expectation, so masturbation is sort of a last resort, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t enjoy it.
On set, it happens more often, because he doesn’t usually like to sleep his way through the cast and crew. It’s happened, of course, but while working, if he can’t get away to meet people that aren’t working on the production to take to bed, he’s much likelier to take matters into his own hands and just get it done.
He prefers the real thing; there’s nothing like a warm body flush against his, or a wet mouth around him, but the end result is the same no matter the vehicle used to get there … and so Dieter makes do with whatever he has available to him.
A couple thoughts:
He doesn’t need to be comfortable to get himself off. Standing up in the shower? Takes a couple minutes. Sitting on the couch with one foot up on the coffee table? Same, except from a different angle.
Dieter doesn’t like to touch himself while high.
When he’s got a sex scene in a movie, Dieter will masturbate in front of a mirror “in character” just to watch his facial expressions so that he can recreate them while filming. So that face you see onscreen? That’s legitimately Dieter Bravo’s “I’m getting myself off” ‘O’ face.
Before Dieter’s first red carpet event, he was so nervous that he was late because he wanted to get himself off so that he was relaxed before leaving the hotel and getting into the car - but he couldn’t finish (at first).
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Being handcuffed/restrained
As discussed earlier, Dieter’s a little submissive, and likes when you take control. That equates to him really enjoying being handcuffed - or otherwise restrained. You don’t do it often because it’s not something that you were used to before you met him and got with him, but you’re more than happy to indulge Dieter by locking his wrists to the bedposts, or sitting him up and cuffing them behind his back. Once or twice, you’ve even cuffed him in front of his body so that he could drape his arms over your shoulders while you ride him … but that usually leads to him getting a little frustrated because he’s so close to being able to touch you … but still so far.
There’s only so much Dieter can take, you know?
Competence (see Locked Down Part 6)
Roleplaying based on character fic
There will probably be a longer one shot for this written in the future, but here’s a little explanation to tide you over.
Dieter doesn’t always stay up on what’s happening online, because … he just doesn’t really care. He cares what people think about his work, but just like he doesn’t watch his own stuff (aside from attending premieres and making appearances that he’s contractually obligated to do) he doesn’t look up reviews or anything like that - and he definitely doesn’t scroll Twitter or Instagram to see what people are saying. That’s what Jenna’s for, and there will be times when she finds specific things that she thinks he needs to know so that he can like them or reply to them.
But he doesn’t even know that fanfic exists until you tell him. And he doesn’t know that fanfic exists for his characters until you tell him … and show him.
And when that happens? All bets are off. He’s absolutely fascinated by the fact that people write stories about his characters … and when he realizes that there are SMUTTY ones written about characters like Gio and Billy and Devon from the medical drama and even fucking AnthonyfromHunger Strike he can’t help himself from reading them.
That leads to the two of you reading them together. And reading them together leads to you joking about the logistics of the sex acts within the stories. And joking about them leads to you testing them out … and testing them out leads to … well, you get the picture.
Dieter likes soft things
This is sort of self explanatory, but he really likes being comfortable while having sex. Masturbation while being slightly uncomfortable is one thing - and it helps him to differentiate between the scenarios - but he loves the feeling of soft materials on his skin, or pillows under his head. This is why he lives in the bathrobe both in London and elsewhere; he loves the way the material feels on his skin - and it keeps him alert. Dieter tends to sleep hot, so his sheets at home are cooling - and he often sleeps naked.
Soft things also translates to you, too. The skin of your stomach and inner thighs. The brush of a skirt or sleeve against his hand. The way you touch him with the pads of your fingers. He feels it all, and he loves it - and can’t help how much it turns him on. (There was also an Encounter the two of you had where you were in the back seat of a car on your way home from some black tie event, and you were trying to tease him by not taking one of your gloves off while you touched him … and it backfired… all over the front of his pants.)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere. However, he isn’t going to have sex somewhere that would be flat out disrespectful to other people. For example, he draws the line at sex on the actual set. (Lauren and Dustin, I am looking at you)
He likes being comfortable, though (like I mentioned) - so he prefers locations like beds and couches, or even chairs when they’re the right size.
Dieter fucked you on his kitchen table once - and only once, because the chain of events that transpired resulted in a broken table, a hole in his kitchen wall and you needing three stitches in your elbow. Neither of you regret it … but it’s not gonna happen again until some changes are made and precautions are taken.
He likes being somewhere where he feels safe - which is (was) especially true when he’s having sex while high, because he knows the kind of damage that would be done to his career when and if pictures and the story came out.
He’s horny, not stupid.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, it doesn’t take much. Dieter’s pretty much always ready for sex - but he’s also aware of the fact that it’s not always going to play out how he wants it to. Willing and able doesn’t mean that he’s going to see it through every single time, and that’s perfectly fine with him.
But he loves when you lock eyes with him and then touch him casually. He loves when you flirt. He absolutely goes wild when you make him laugh - and when you give him a hard time.
Touch stimulation is good, but he likes the fact that that you can turn him on without touching him by just being there. The competence kink that he didn’t know he had until he saw you going at it with Darren on set is something unique to you. You weren’t the first person to stand up to a director in front of him, and you weren’t even the first person that he wanted to sleep with that stood up for themselves and what they knew was right in front of him … but for whatever reason, that specific day and thinking about it was enough to really get him going, and it continues to be that way well on into the future.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Dieter’s turn offs include people wanting to roleplay actual scenes from the movies and shows he’s done. He’s had a fair amount of intimate scenes, so there’s plenty to choose from, but for the most part, what he said to Lauren was the truth: he never watches his own shit, and prefers to forget about his actual performances as soon as he’s done on set.
He also uses this as a way to figure out if people are interested in him or in the characters he plays - and weeds people out without hesitation if they’re hellbent on being with the actor. (The exception to this rule, though … is found in the ‘kinks’ section.)
He doesn’t have an issue running lines with you, though. This happens while he’s going over scripts and edits, before he shoots scenes, or deciding which projects to take or leave. Prep work is one thing, and finding ways to try new things in bed with you is always exciting for him … but someone telling him that they want to sleep with one of his characters from the get-go is a no go.
Another turn off for him? Not being spontaneous. Dieter doesn’t expect people to drop everything and do what he wants every time he asks, but he’s used to his life being highly scheduled - filming, promo, interviews, travel for auditions - and when he has downtime and can enjoy himself?
He wants it to be less structured. And sometimes that means having no plans and playing everything by ear. If you can’t accept that, then he’s not the right person - even for a quickie or a one night stand.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Like I hinted at in Locked Down, Dieter’s never going to turn down a blowjob - but that doesn’t mean that they’re always good. However … a blowjob is faster than sex. It’s easier to clean up from, and it requires very little personal connection … so Dieter enjoys them very much. He’s found that in most cases, men are much more skilled at the task, but he’d have to be hard pressed to turn one down from anyone. (Although there was one actress at an awards show that he had to step away from before he came because she was a little too eager and too rough, and if he’d stayed he just knew that there’d be a Blind Gossip post about the fact that he couldn’t keep it up … and that would have hurt his pride way too much.)
He takes a lot of pride in giving oral, too, and that’s honestly what he likes more and looks forward to when the opportunity presents itself.
That’s why he was so quick to go there with you. He knows he’s good, knows that he’s going to be able to find a way to make your body respond to his lips and tongue (and even occasionally teeth) very quickly. But that doesn’t mean that when he finds that spot or that pace with you, he’s going to make it quick. Because Dieter likes to savor the finer things in life - and this is one of them. You are one of them.
There’s honestly nothing he likes more than the feeling of your heel digging into his back or your fingers in his hair, or the sounds you make while his tongue’s curling into you - except the way you taste.
He’s had enough experience to have a very informed opinion, and to ensure that you’re going to be satisfied when he finally lifts his head - and you have absolutely no complaints. Dieter knows what he’s doing, and you’re thankful for everyone that came before you because it means that you get to reap every single benefit - hopefully for a lot longer than any of them.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Again, this depends on his mood - and his partner. Dieter doesn’t ever rush though, unless that’s the point (see ‘quickie”) of the sex in the first place.
Dieter doesn’t really like ‘rough’ sex in the traditional sense of actually pushing himself or his partner to the point of pain. He doesn’t mind you pulling his hair or scratching him - and he really likes it when you bite, but he has to be in the mood and it has to be with the right person for it to be prolonged.
When the man finds a rhythm, he finds it, and that usually works out to both of your benefit.
To be completely honest, Dieter’s never really had to seduce anyone, so it’s always just been sort of touch and go and see what works best. He prefers to pace himself. He prefers to read the situation as necessary and world from there. It’s not uncommon for him to start slow, up the pace and then finish out just a little slower, but the truth of the matter is that whatever feels good is what he’s going to do. And if you’re beneath him, urging him to move faster, or rocking your hips into him at a pace he hasn’t set? If you’re bouncing on top of him and you want it harder? He’s not going to deny you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies aren’t top on his list, but Dieter’s no stranger to them, and even though there are a couple that are memorable for him, the one that stands out the most is the two of you at the Golden Globes the year he won for his role as Billy Creed.
You chose a dress that specificallygave him easy access. You’d gotten ready in adjoining hotel rooms, keeping your outfit a secret until the last minute, and Dieter hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you from the moment he first saw what you’d chosen to wear.
You were flirty with him in the car on the way from the hotel to the venue, but kept your distance - trying not to touch him in a way that would rile him up. Walking the red carpet, you were more handsy, and Dieter wasn’t surprised to find that not only did the press take pictures of him solo, they took them of you solo, too, while he was busy with a few interviews. He loved seeing you handle things in public, loved watching the way that you interacted with everyone around you, and by the time you were inside the hotel, he was beginning to feel the way that he had when you’d gone off on Darren - and then he noticed that the slit on your dress was higher than it had been outside.
He asked you about it in the lounge before you sat, and you shrugged it off, giving him a wink before you moved off to talk to someone - and to get another drink. But then, Dieter noticed that the other side of the dress was also much more open than it had been, and he realized that you were deliberately fucking with him, teasing him with your outfit when there was nothing that either of you could do about it for hours until the show was over.
Except that Dieter had been to that ceremony before, and knew that there were places to go where no one would bother you, and under the guise of showing you around since he’d been there before and you hadn’t, Dieter dragged you off into one of the rooms used by housekeeping - after slipping a large bill into someone’s hand for the privilege and the privacy - and had his way with you.
You only had minutes, and you had to be quiet, neither of you removing a single piece of clothing except to give yourselves access, but long after the night was over, both of you agreed that it was the most exciting experience the two of you had ever had.
Watching the playback of the event, you were shocked to see that when the cameras landed on you during Dieter’s nominated category and then again while he was giving his acceptance speech, you looked no worse for the wear - makeup and hair perfectly in place, dress hanging from your body in the way that it was meant to. His hair was a little less styled than it had been when you’d left the hotel, but that was par for the course… and there were a couple of blogs and fan pages that had some questions about whether or not his lower lip was a little … fuller than usual.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Dieter is more willing to take risks with his life than he is when it comes to having risky sex. He’d rather have people look down on / judge hm for his own choices than label him as someone that’s into public sex or treats his partners like it doesn’t matter if they get exposed.
But as for experimenting? There’s very little he’s unwilling to try - at least once, especially if you ask nicely - or if he knows you’re down for it - and you’re able to do it in private.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Sober, Dieter’s good for longer encounters. It’s not uncommon for him to spend a lot of time with foreplay - either performing or receiving, and while sometimes the foreplay causes him to come a little too soon for his liking, he’s definitely up for a 2nd round as soon as it’s physically possible.
And it really depends on how turned on he is as to how long he can last, as well as what his partner’s doing. He can prolong it - that’s the good thing about being an actor; he’s learned to focus on not getting off during intimate scenes (even when they’re decidedly unsexy, sometimes his body reacts), which means that he can hold himself back when he wants to make sure he doesn’t blow it right away.
His record is five times in one night without more than a short break, but that was when he was younger - and now that he’s older, and his body’s a little less youthful, it’s maybe 2-3 on a good night? But that won’t ever stop him from making you come as many times as he can without physically hurting you.
And as for how long does he last? I’d say on average, it ranges between 15 - 20 minutes. Not too fast, not too slow, and it definitely gets longer when you switch positions or take some time to slow down and savor things.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Dieter does own toys, and he knows you do, too. You’re well aware that he’d been with both women and men in the past, and even though it’s something that you talk about with him, you never pry - and that includes not asking him about the things he’s done with other partners. You know that if he wants to, he’ll tell you about the things he’s done and liked, or the things that he’d want to try with you - and he did - slowly, over the course of the time you spent together.
For example, one of the things you find in Dieter’s bathroom drawer while you’re in the hotel together is this (https://www.lelo.com/f1s-v2). It doesn’t surprise you - but the fact that he really likes using the app does.He was in the bathroom with you when you found it, and since none of your previous partners had ever used anything like it on themselves, Dieter had no problem demonstrating. He prefers the real thing, of course, but with the beginning of the pandemic keeping him isolated, he had to find somethingthat was going to be a little different every time, and the other available options in his arsenal weren’t cutting it.
Fun fact: When he left London, he told you to download the app and gave you his log in information so that when/if he wanted to use it and you were available, you could control it. That led to a bunch of really fun phone calls and FaceTime conversations in the months you were apart.
You do have a few toys of your own - and youdefinitely brought one of them with you to London, but after meeting Dieter, you didn’t use it the entire time you were stuck in the hotel. You didn’t need to.
But the one toy that both of you are interested in? The replica of Dieter that you make from the “Clone A Willy” kit you won at a bachelorette party.
You brought it up to him as a joke, thinking he wouldn’t want to have a silicone version of his own dick out there, but the man’s eyes practically lit up when he asked what was in the gift bag your brought home.
And then you read the directions to him, just because they were on the package. You also had to open the package just to see how strong the vibrator insert was. And from there, it was only natural to want to know if the tube was large enough to fit around him while he was fully hard. And I mean, Dieter needed to know if he could stay hard for four minutes while the mold mix started to solidify around him. After you let it get completely set overnight, the only logical thing to do was mix and pour the silicone … and then set it on a shelf until the 24 hour period had passed.
It was a strange thing for him to see a replica - a life size replica - of himself in your hand… and then in his own, but he had to admit that it felt like him, even though it was cold. It felt like him even though it was a little too firm. You’d made a joke while you watched him turn it over in his palms, about how now whenever someone told him to go fuck himself, he technically could, and Dieter lost it, laughing so hard that tears leaked from his eyes.
He never used it - but you did, Dieter watching the first time just to see your reaction and glowing with pride at the fact that even though you said it felt like him, the fact that it wasn’t the real thing made it less satisfying, especially with him right there. After that, he knew that whenever he was gone on a shoot or a trip, or you were filming in a location that he couldn’t make it to, it was almost like he was there… and that was enough to tide both of you over until you made it back under the same roof again.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Dieter actually isn’t too much of a tease. He likes to get down to business, and so he’s pretty straight to the point. But he has a good sense of humor, and teasing during the act is something else entirely, especially the longer you know each other.
He doesn’t tease with his body, though, and Dieter doesn’t see extended foreplay as another form of teasing; he just sees it as a build up. He won’t ever withhold sex from you, even when you’re fighting or he’s in a bad mood.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Dieter himself isn’t super loud. He moans and groans and grunts and swears, but he’s not a screamer. He’s not a yeller, and he doesn’t like it when people exaggerate the noises they make during sex because it feels false.
The first night he was with you, though, he could tell that your reactions were genuine - that you were being loud because he was making you loud, that it was a natural reaction to what the two of you were doing and not attempting to impress him.
He’s not always a talker, but there are moments - when it’s been a while, when he’s had a stressful day, when he has an overwhelming feeling of affection for someone - where he can’t seem to shut up, but the words aren’t always coherent. They’re often just the man mumbling random phrases into your ear as the two of you move, or him speaking into your chest as he kisses his way up or down your body.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Dieter’s had a lot of less than spectacular sex, but there’s only one instance that he counts as downright bad.
It was when he was younger - late 20’s, fresh off of a successful movie debut, and he’d been out on a couple dates with a woman - someone that he’d met at the premiere that was getting ready for a film debut of her own - that had gone well, which meant that it was moving toward sex. Well, long story short … the sex was bad. Not because either of them were too out of it to enjoy it, but because the girl got violentlyill in the bed - and all over Dieter - only a few minutes into things.
And it wasn’t the fact that she got sick - because Dieter understood that sometimes things happen … it was that the woman wanted to pretend like nothing had happened and keep going in the pukey bed without even pausing to clean up or remove the sheets. She saw nothing wrong with it - just wanted to fuck - and Dieter has never noped out of a situation or blocked someone’s number faster.
It’s made him very aware of the way he feels when he goes to bed with
someone - and it’s why if he feels even the littlest bit like he’s going to be sick, he won’t let things go that far, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. (When he was with you in the hotel right before he got sick, he didn’t feel pukey at all, just overheated and tired… maybe a little sore. He was NOT about to risk that type of humiliation with you).
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
We already know that Dieter was kind of a shock for you the first time you saw him. He’s thick - your fingers don’t wrap entirely around him, even if it’s just your thumb and middle finger, and after you’ve had your mouth on him for extended periods, your jaw sometimes aches. He’s long, too - just about 7 inches (maybe slightly more) when he’s fully hard.
There’s no curve to him - he’s perfectly straight, and you love looking at him when he’s heavy against his lower belly, or when you can see the tip of him peeking out over his fist. His balls are average size and shape, too.
Dieter prefers to wear clothes that sort of hide himself, so when you first see him in a suit / dressed up, it’s kind of a shock, especially when he reacts to the wayyou’re dressed, and can’t 100% keep himself from reacting. It’s obvious that he’s big when he’s wearing fitted jeans or tailored pants, especially when they’re a lighter, solid color.
Bonus X = X-Appeal (do they have sex appeal?)
If you ask Dieter, he doesn’t have sex appeal, he just has people that want to have sex with him because he’s Dieter Bravo and he has a reputation for giving people what they need and want. He doesn’t think he’s bad looking, but he knows that he’s not young anymore, knows that his attitude and his presented appearance are going to be a turn off for a lot of people.
But for you - and millions of other men and women all over the world?
You’d tell him he was wrong without even batting an eye.
He’s sexy in a confident way - which he presents in interviews. You sort of like the aloof attitude, like the snark. You like the way that he seems comfortable and confident in his own skin (even though you realized very quickly that it wasn’t 100% true to his actual behavior or personality).
He’s sexy to look at in a real way. He isn’t overly muscled, doesn’t spend hours on his appearance to give himself a specific look - and you like the fact that he isn’t afraid to be photographed in a pair of loose jeans and a t shirt, or a stretched out cardigan and some sandals.
Dieter’s looks, though? You think he’s only gotten better looking with age. Yes, he was always attractive with deep, soulful brown eyes and a thick head of hair, but as he got older, his face filled out - the flecks of gray that show up in his beard and hair are real, and indications of the fact that he’s not trying to hide the aging process. You think this is sexy as hell, and tell him often, because you know he needs to hear it.
He’s not lazy, but he’s also not going to spend two hours a day in the gym, and while his waist is slim, he’s got a little bit of a belly whenever he’s relaxing between projects (or on the set of Cliff Beasts, because the character really didn’t need to be in peak physical condition). He’s healthy but not toofit, and it suits him.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dieter fucking loves sex, and he won’t hesitate to tell you that or try to initiate. He has a high sex drive, but he can go without it when necessary. He did just that during the pandemic, because he was afraid of getting sick, but the first time he slept with someone (a little over a month before leaving for London) after months of not?It made him realize the benefit of waiting - because even though it was just a random hookup in the sense that there wasn’t an actual relationship with the person, he enjoyed himself immensely.And it was different than it had been for him when he was just having endless amounts of sex (with different people or one person, in the case of his short term relationships and Mara) - which is why, by the time the two of you went to bed for the first time in the hotel, he was more than ready for another encounter … because it had been weeks of only his hand or his devices.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It depends. Sometimes, Dieter just falls asleep, especially if he’s been drinking - or has been using. Weed makes him very sleepy, especially when he smokes a lot at once. (He didn’t in London, because most of the times he smoked it was social, and not by himself), and so if you have sex while he’s high on weed, he’s out only a few minutes later and it’s pretty much a given.
But other drugs and alcohol mixed don’t tend to have the same effect, instead helping him to stay awake, even though being awake doesn’t always mean talking to the person (people) he’s in bed with - it might mean going back to the party, or going out in the first place.
But sober Dieter? That all depends on how worn out he is. He likes laying next to you and talking. He likes watching you fall asleep, feeling you relax next to him or in his arms. He also likes knowing that if he does fall asleep quickly, you won’t hold it against him - you won’t force conversation or try to force him to stay awake.
Dieter knows that after sex is a time for people to be open with each other, and so he’s usually pretty careful about what he admits in whatever conversation he has before he ends up drifting off, no matter how long it happens to take.
Rating: M There’s mention of what happened to Dieter, but not in detail. Language. Alcohol. Talk of sex.
Summary:Dieter has a gift for you less than two days before he’s set to leave England … what is it? And what does it mean? And after you find out - how will the two of you begin your last weekend together for months?
Author’s note:
This one has been a while coming - and I hope that all of you are just as excited to figure out what Dieter’s gift is *now* as you were before. Thank you for being patient with me - and thank you so much for the support on this story.
He led you out onto the balcony after you’d put a pair of shoes and your own robe on. Even though it was chilly, it made sense for the two of you to go outside and continue the conversation. This is where we first really talked. The two of you remained behind the short wall, blocking some of the breeze, but Dieter pulled the chairs back from the railing, arranging them to face each other. He’s nervous. You could see the look on his face - the man’s expression determined, and while you had a ton of questions for him, you decided not to ask, instead waiting for him to speak again and steer the conversation.
Rating: M There’s mention of what happened to Dieter, but not in detail. Language. Alcohol. Talk of sex.
Summary:Dieter has a gift for you less than two days before he’s set to leave England … what is it? And what does it mean? And after you find out - how will the two of you begin your last weekend together for months?
Author’s note:
This one has been a while coming - and I hope that all of you are just as excited to figure out what Dieter’s gift is *now* as you were before. Thank you for being patient with me - and thank you so much for the support on this story.
He led you out onto the balcony after you’d put a pair of shoes and your own robe on. Even though it was chilly, it made sense for the two of you to go outside and continue the conversation. This is where we first really talked. The two of you remained behind the short wall, blocking some of the breeze, but Dieter pulled the chairs back from the railing, arranging them to face each other. He’s nervous. You could see the look on his face - the man’s expression determined, and while you had a ton of questions for him, you decided not to ask, instead waiting for him to speak again and steer the conversation.
Whatever he had to give to you was obviously important, and after everything you’d learned about the man, you wanted it to be on his terms and not your own that things progressed. “Did you get good footage at the interview today? It seemed like you did.” He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “We all behaved.”
“You did.” Grinning, you nodded in agreement. “And yeah, I did. It think it’ll be a good way to bookend the BTS stuff, you know? All of you were really different in the beginning. It’s only been a couple months, but … a lot’s changed.” You meant it in general terms, but also specifically referring to Dieter. You’d never imagined from the first encounter in the lobby that the two of you would have reached the point that you were at, but you certainly weren’t about to complain. “Noticed the biggest change in you, though.” He tilted his head to the side, brows furrowed. “I’m serious. You really opened up, Dieter. And I think it did you good.”
“Maybe.” He straightened up, eyes darting away from you for long moments before they returned to your face. “Guess we’ll have to see what happens when we get outta here, hmm?”
“That’s going to happen sooner for you than for anyone else.” You tried to make it into a joke, but your voice wavered at the end of the sentence, Dieter immediately reaching out to take your hand in one of his. “I’m fine. I’m just … sad.” You figured it was better to get it all out early instead of waiting until the morning that he left, but Dieter’s expression was serious as he watched you, his gaze focused. “I’m going to miss you, Dieter. I know we’re still going to talk, but -”
“We’ve pretty much lived together since October.” He cleared his throat. “And for whatever reason, you haven’t gotten sick of me.” I haven’t. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d told me to fuck off after my overdose. I know you wouldn’t have, but a lot of people would. You didn’t owe me anything then, and you still don’t. But instead of pushing me away or giving me an ultimatum, you just … you were there for me.”
“Because I wanted to be.” Squeezing his hand, you closed your eyes. “I still want to be, Dieter. Even if it’s over the phone for a while, you have to know that I mean it.” He assured you that he did, the man’s tone serious. “And even if it doesn’t end up the way -”
“Just stop.” He interrupted you, holding up his free hand. “Stop right there.” What?“Before you say anything else, just …” Dieter shifted on the chair, scooting closer to the edge - and in turn, to you - reaching into the pocket of his robe. “I know it might seem like I don’t take a lot of shit seriously, but that’s not what I’m doing here.” What does he mean? “I know you’re set on us using the next few months apart as a way to figure out … if this can work in the real world.” His hand was still in his pocket, Dieter pausing and wetting his lips. “But I meant what I said, too. And so I wanted to give you something to… back it all up.”
“Dieter, you don’t have to prove yourself to…” Trailing off as he pulled his hand free, you felt your breath catch as you saw what he held. That’s a fucking ring box. “What is…”
“It’s not what you think it is. I promise.” He laughed, but it was a nervous sound, the man holding his hand out toward you. “Open it, and then I’ll explain.” He released your hand and you reached out, blinking furiously. Dieter was holding a small green box in the palm of his hand, and you took it from him, trying to keep from shaking as you did so. He said it’s not what it looks like, but …
Slowly, you opened the box, holding your breath the whole time. Oh, shit. You gasped at the contents, eyes immediately moving up to Dieter’s face and finding that he looked downright terrified. “Dieter?” Transferring the box to one hand, you used the other to prod at what was inside, confused. “What…”
“I wanted to give you something that meant something to me.” Dieter said your name and you glanced up, meeting his gaze again. “Something that you wouldn’t need to hide if you didn’t want to.” Ok, but… He held his hand out, pointing at the ring he wore on his pinky. “I bought this after I won my Oscar. Figured since I don’t really spend a lot of money on myself otherwise, I’d get something to commemorate the win.” You’d wondered about the ring before, the shape of the metal unique but not easily discernible, even up close. “So I picked a designer and had ‘em make me a ring out of the knife I used in the movie.” Oh, shit, that makes sense. “Melted it down and now I wear it.” But that’s not this one.
“I like that.” You gave him a smile. “You’ve never admitted to that in any interviews before.”
“I haven’t.” He cleared his throat, pointing at the box in your hand. “But that one’s… that one’s even more special.” Within the box - and threaded onto a silver chain was the ring that Dieter usually wore on his first finger; an oval-shaped, deep onyx stone set into a silver band. “That one… was the first thing I bought after I got paid for my first movie. I’ve had it since I was 21.”
“What?”Why would he give this to me? “Dieter, what…”
“Only time I take it off is when I’m filming.” Dieter took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it. ”And I took it off now because I’m giving it to you.”
“Dieter, I can’t take this. It’s your -”
“It’s not for you to keep.” He cleared his throat. “Just to … borrow. You can wear it and then give it back when we see each other next.” You understood the meaning of his words, the thing that he wasn’t saying. I’d give it back when we make a decision. “And um… there’s something else in there, too. So that if the ring’s not…”
You hadn’t noticed earlier, but when he mentioned it, you saw the small piece of metal behind the ring, a tiny flat pendant with a flower etched into it. What?“Dieter, it’s…” You pulled the chain from the box, flipping it shut and setting it on your lap so that you could inspect the jewelry closely. “It’s gorgeous.”
“That’s what took it so long to get here. Had to special order the pendant, and it took a little longer than I thought it would.” He reached out, using one finger to tilt your chin up and bring your face back up to eye level. “It’s … a Christmas cactus flower. I just thought that…”
“Cactus flower. That’s what you called me while we were running lines.” He nodded, the look in his eyes growing more hopeful by the second. “And Christmas because you got me flowers as a …” Ah shit. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, determined not to let them fall. “As a gift, Dieter.”
“Yeah.” He smiled at you, the man’s lip trembling slightly. “Yeah that’s… you get it.” I do. I do get it. You didn’t know what to say, letting the pendant and the ring roll over the center of your palm as you stared down at them. It was a gesture that you hadn’t expected - the man surprising you with an actual gift before he left. That’s the second time he’s done that, and all I have for him is … nothing.
“Will… you put it on for me?” Holding the chain out to him until he took it, you pulled the shoulders of your robe down, turning in your chair so that your back was partially to him. “See how it looks?” Only a few seconds later, you felt the weight of the chain and the two additions resting against your chest, followed by Dieter’s hands on your shoulders - and then his lips on the nape of your neck. You tilted your head down and then reached for the necklace, trailing your fingers over it. This is really happening. “Well?”
Turning back to face him, you bit your lip. He stared at you wordlessly for long seconds, the man’s eyes focused on where the pendant and ring landed against your chest. “I … really like seeing that on you.” He reached out then, his hand covering yours as both of you closed your fingers around the jewelry. But… if I have it and he doesn’t, people will notice.
“Dieter, you’ve had this thing for 20 years. It’s in almost every picture of you, what happens when -” He laughed quietly.
“Yeah, I thought of that, too.” The man cleared his throat. “I’m sure people will wonder. But I’m not gonna replace it. And if anyone asks, I’m just not gonna answer… yet.” Yet?You figured that he’d be good at deflecting, sidestepping a question with such a personal answer. But that still doesn’t tell me what I should do.
“Am… I allowed to wear it in public, Dieter? When I film my show, or if I’m out with friends?” You had a feeling that he’d say yes, but the words that came out of his mouth next still surprised you.
“I want you to. That’s the point. Want you to have a reminder of all this… of me wherever you go.” He removed his hand from yours, sitting back and resting both hands on his thighs. “But if you don’t want to, I’ll take the ring back, and you can just keep the -”
“Absolutely not.” Standing, you held your hand out and waited until he took it. “This is the most meaningful thing anyone’s ever done for me. I’m… speechless, to be honest.” Pointing at the balcony door, you tugged on his hand. “But I’m also cold, though, so we should …”
He stood immediately, and when the two of you were back in your room with the door closed, you wound both arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his, the man ducking down slightly to make it possible. “Anika helped me out with this, by the way.” What?Confused, you backed off slightly, waiting for him to explain. “I knew I didn’t really have time to order something, so I asked her if there was a jeweler around that she trusted that could do a custom piece.” He bit his lip and then released it, fighting back a smile. “She got me in touch with ‘em. And it uh, came back just in time.”
“I’ll have to thank her.” You used one hand to stroke over the back of his neck, fingertips gliding through his curls. “But Dieter… I don’t… I honestly don’t know what to say to you right now. This is …” It’s too much. “This is a big deal. This is like … if it were the 50’s and you asked me to go steady and wear your class ring.”
“Yep.” He was grinning again, the look of apprehension gone from his eyes. “And I know we’re not calling this anything while we’re apart, I get it. But I still… I wanted you to know that I feel -”
“I’m happy to wear it, Dieter. I’m…. thank you. Thank you for trusting me w-” He stopped your words by kissing you, the man’s right hand on your lower back, the left one raised to cradle the back of your head. There was more you wanted to say to him, more that you wanted to tell him, but you knew that the words wouldn’t come out properly - that if you tried to speak, you’d stumble over everything. So don’t talk. Don’t… even try.
When you broke apart, Dieter stared at you again, the look in his eyes warm. “What do you want to do tonight? You’re off tomorrow, and I don’t have to be on set until noon, so -” Pulling out of his arms, you shrugged the bathrobe down, letting it fall to the floor. The warmth changed to heat, the set of Dieter’s mouth shifting into a smirk, which only grew as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving yourself in only a pair of leggings, a bra and the necklace.
“First, we’re going to get into that bed, and I’m going to thank you properly for such a thoughtful gift, Dieter.” Reaching around to unhook your bra, you dropped it onto the floor, too. “And then we’re going to order dinner.” He removed his bathrobe as you spoke, the man moving quickly to rid himself of his shirt immediately after. “But after that?” Hooking your thumbs into the elastic of your waistband, you shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
As soon as you’d removed your pants, leaving you completely bare in front of Dieter, he reached out for you, pulling you up against his body and then spinning both of you, urging you backwards and toward the bed. “I think I can figure something out.”
—-
It turned out that you didn’t order food until hours later, after you and Dieter had woken up from a short nap. Following the delivery of that, you ate in bed, going back to your original activity of choice for the two of you: Netflix.
The two of you stayed awake well into the night, laughing over the movies and shows that you chose, and when you fell asleep again, it was with your cheek against his chest, Dieter’s arms wrapped around you.
He left the following morning to go down for hair and makeup a little before he was supposed to, and as soon as the room was empty, you sat straight up in the bed, removing the necklace you wore. It wasn’t the pendant you looked at first, even though the floral etching was delicate and lifelike, the flower easily discernible. You instead held the ring up, eyeing the stone and the band before running your finger along the inside of it.
It wasn’t perfectly round, and you figured that that was due to Dieter’s nervous habit of tapping his hands against surfaces. But that meant that it was perfectly shaped to fit onto his finger, and before you could stop yourself, you slid yours into it, too, just to see the difference in size. It was much too large, even on your thumb, but just seeing the jewelry on your hand in the same way you’d seen it on his for months made your chest tighten, your other hand coming up to cover your mouth.
When you removed it, you caught an engraving on the inside of the band, just two letters and a date - 7/16/2002. It took a second, but you realized that the letters stood for the title of the movie, and the date must have been when he was hired, which arguably was a more important date than when the movie had premiered. It was the real deal - not that you’d assumed otherwise - but knowing that you held a piece of Dieter’s history in your hands, and were being entrusted to keep it safe for months was as good as any verbal declaration of affection, or any public admission that he wanted to be with you. And I’ve gotten both of those, too.
Yet again, you second guessed the decision to use the following months as a thinking period, but after a few seconds of reflection, you settled the necklace back into place around your neck and climbed out of bed, deciding to take a shower before leaving the room. You had to be apart anyway; there was no point in pretending otherwise, and even though you were questioning the likelihood of something working out long term with Dieter less and less by the second, it would still be a good time for you to think. He’d given you the ring, yes, but that didn’t mean that things wouldn’t change, especially when he was on a much more structured and professional set with very different restrictions.
Your body ached in a pleasant way, and so you let the hot water soothe it for longer than usual, soaking beneath the stream until your fingers were pruney. You didn’t know how long Dieter would be on set for that day, but you didn’t want to seem like you were hovering, so when you finally left the room, you grabbed a jacket, figuring that you’d go for a short walk outside to pass some time. Surprisingly, the front desk was empty when you walked past, and so you made it to the main doors quickly, stepping through them and into the early spring sunshine.
You walked down the main path and then to the right, wandering past the still closed café and toward the main road. Wonder what this place is like when it’s really busy. You had no desire to go back to the hotel after filming was done, but you were still curious - the property itself was gorgeous, the grounds meticulously maintained, and when it was bustling with guests, you figured that things would feel much more comfortable than they had under the restrictions.
Instead of walking all the way down to the fountain, you cut across the main driveway and made a loop, enjoying the way that the sun and slightly chilly air felt on your skin. You realized that in only a few weeks, you’d be back home - surrounded by familiar things and places, and that you’d have to trade the open spaces of Clifton for narrow sidewalks and steadily rising humidity whenever you wanted to take walks. As excited as you were to finally be done with Cliff Beasts, and as much as you were looking forward to sleeping in yourbed after nearly seven months, there were things about England that you’d miss. And not all of them have to do with Dieter, either. That was a revelation, and as you strolled past the outdoor pool and spa, you paused to consider it.
But your reflection period was short-lived, the sound of someone saying your name startling you out of your thoughts. It was Carol, to your surprise, and she was bundled up, though you could tell that she was wearing stage makeup and had on clothes for interviews beneath her jacket. “Surprised to see you alone, it seems like every time you’re out of your room and not at work, you’re with Dieter.” Is that meant to be offensive? You stared at the redhead for a few seconds, confused.
“He’s filming today. Same thing you are, the final interviews?” Turning to face her, you fought the urge to cross your arms defensively over your chest. “I’m off, because they’re all for private companies or sites, so -”
“I’m just saying. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the chance to talk to you alone off-set.” Carol stepped closer to you, giving you a small smile. “I’m happy for him. Happy for you. I’m not sure if he told you, but he and I were supposed to … well, we were going to act like there was something going on while filming, just to drum up some interest in this stupid fucking movie.”
“He did.” The longer she spoke, the less malicious she sounded, and you relaxed, taking a long breath. “But he said that he didn’t really want to do it because of one of your exes?” Carol laughed, tossing her hair.
“Yeah, it turns out that neither of us wanted to do it, but I think it worked out for the best, right?” She cocked her head to the side, wrinkling her nose. “Are the two of you together? Or are you just making the most of being stuck here?” Here’s the first opportunity to say something to someone, and …
“We’re not together. Not officially. He’s got another movie lined up right after he leaves here, and I’m going back to my job in Atlanta. We’re just going to … see what happens.” She nodded, giving you another once-over. “I’m not stupid, Carol. I know that there’s a chance it’s not going to -”
“No, you’re not stupid.” She sighed, reaching up to scratch the side of her head. “But I want to tell you a little secret about Hollywood.” She moved closer, dropping her voice. “Most of us, you can’t trust. Actors, I mean. It’s all about making ourselves look and feel better, and if we don’t know you, you’re not gonna get the real thing until we do.” She met your eyes, sincerity in hers. “But Dieter? He comes off like an asshole a lot, but he’s actually one of the good ones. He wouldn’t lead you on, especially after spending so much time here with you.” Carol wet her lips. “He had other options here. Plentyof them, and he didn’t take any of them up on it.” Are you included in that list?
You didn’t think so - she’d seemed pretty set on getting Dustin’s attention whenever she could, and you hadn’t ever seen her even flirt with anyone else off-camera. “Carol, I -”
“The night he… that Anika saved him? That would have been a perfect excuse for him to get with her as a thank you, and then frame it as ‘oh, you can’t blame me, she saved my life.’ He didn’t. And it seems like after that night, the two of you… well, you’ve been pretty damn inseparable, haven’t you.” You were surprised that she’d noticed, but since she was right, you didn’t see a reason to lie, agreeing quickly. “You’ll see him again soon. They’re going to edit the shit out of this movie and add a million low quality special effects, but it won’t take them long at all.”
You couldn’t hold back a laugh at that, rolling your eyes and glancing up at the sky. “No, I’m sure it won’t.” The two of you started walking again, back in the direction of the hotel. “What were you doing out here? Just taking a break?” She nodded in agreement, both hands in her pockets. “How many interviews do you have to do today?”
“Three more by myself and then one with Krystal.” She paused. “And then one with Sean and Dustin.” You didn’t envy the cast at all; even the easy days were filled with work to do, and you winced at the admission. “Yeah, but after today it’s back to our regularly scheduled 13 hours of bullshit with Darren.”
“At least we’re almost done.” You were back at the front doors of the hotel, the two of you pausing before entering. “Maybe things won’t be as hectic for the last weeks of the shoot.” Carol actually laughed as she reached for the door handle, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the lobby.
“I wish that was true. But it’s only going to get worse.” Great.Her phone rang then, Carol reaching into her pocket to pull it out. “I have to go. I’m due on camera in ten. But don’t forget what I said, alright?” You had no idea why she’d gone out of her way to give you a Dieter pep talk, but you weren’t going to question it. Not so close to the end.
Carol made her way off in the direction of the hallway you’d used the day before and you decided to go to catering and grab something to eat. Surprisingly, there were only a few people in the room, and none of them were cast - but one of them was Darren, the man sitting across the table from Gavin, the two men engrossed in conversation. That looks interesting.
Under the pretense of getting food, you made your way over in their direction, listening closely to see if you could overhear what they were talking about. As you grabbed your meal, you overheard words like “rewrite” and “reshoot” and “night shoot”, barely containing your groan of annoyance. That wasn’t going to go over well with anyone - including you. But at least if we’re doing night shoots again, it’ll be easier to sleep without … The fact that your first thoughts were of missing Dieter told you just how fucked you were when it came to him, and what the time you’d spent together had done to your way of thinking about yourself and your relationships. But it was worth it. It’ll all be worth it. Doubling back to get another side of fruit, you listened again - to Gavin speaking, his hands gesturing wildly.
At his words, you froze in place, unable to keep from reacting. Shooting the seventh movie right after this one? What the… absolutely not. They can’t… You heard someone clearing their throat and turned your head toward the sound, finding both Gavin and Darren staring at you. Shit.“Are you eavesdropping?”
“No, I’m getting lunch.” You held up the food in your hands. “Decided I wanted more fruit, so I came to grab another container.” Good. I don’t sound guilty. “Why, are you talking about something that I shouldn’t hear in the middle of the public dining room?”
“No.” Darren spoke first, the man sighing loudly. “We’re just talking about the end of the shoot, and what the studio wants.” Right. They apparently want to keep everyone here longer. He laughed, the sound thin. “That fruit does look good.”
“Yeah.” You held the container out to him, the man reaching for it without hesitation. “Take this one, I’ll grab another.” You smiled at both men, lifting and dropping your shoulders in a shrug. “I’m going to go eat now, if that’s alright.” Neither of them said anything and so you turned back to the fruit, picking up a third container and then making your way to the lobby - and the elevators. I was planning on eating in there, but I guess not now.
You didn’t know what to make of the conversation you’d overheard, but figured that Dieter might be able to explain his take on it next time you saw him - whenever it was that he got done filming. That gave you time, and so you sunk down onto your freshly made bed, crossed your legs and spread your lunch out in front of you, the TV playing in the background while you ate.
A knock on your door interrupted some British sitcom while later, and you answered it to find Jenna standing in the hallway, looking more uncertain than she had in all the months you’d known her. “Can I come in?” Stepping aside, you let the woman into your room, motioning for her to take a seat at the table if she wanted to. She did, though she didn’t say anything for long minutes, instead staring at her hands, which were clasped together on the table in front of her. “I’m sorry I ruined your dinner the other night. I really thought that Dieter would have told you that we were leaving. I didn’t mean to … surprise you like that.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Jenna. You didn’t know. I overreacted. I knew you were going to be leaving before me, so I don’t … I don’t know why it surprised me so much.” She thinks I’m upset with her? “And hey, at least you delivered the shitty news, and he didn’t need to do it.”
“Yeah. Great.” She rolled her eyes. “I really am sorry, though. I know how close you’ve gotten, and it can’t be easy to know that you’ve only got a couple days left.” You’re not wrong. Her eyes moved from your face down and then back up, confusion switching to surprise. “Is that his…” Shit.
“Yeah.” Reaching up to take the ring between your fingers, you rubbed your thumb over the stone. “Yeah, he… fuck, Jenna, he gave it to me to keep while he’s filming Valley of Shadow, because he said he wanted me to have something meaningful of his, and …” You pushed it to the side, showing her the pendant. “And he got me this to keep once I don’t have the ring anymore, so -”
“Dieter did that?” She leaned over the table, reaching out and putting her hand behind the pendant so she could see it better. “A flower? Wh-”
“We were reading over his lines for his self tapes, and he ad-libbed a nickname for the girl in the scene, and called her Cactus Flower, which fit because of the setting, but…” She let go of the pendant, letting it - and the ring - fall back against your chest, but didn’t look back up. “Then he gave me this, and I just … I’m confused Jenna. Because I know we need to figure out what happens when we’re apart and can’t be around each other all the time, but I… this is a grand gesture. This is huge,and -”
“In all the time I’ve known Dieter, he’s never done anything like this for anyone. His gifts to people? He sends them bottles of wine and standard gift baskets. He sends them off to a spa or a massage or sends them weed.” You snorted at that, but she kept going. “He doesn’t do sentimental, ever, except with his family. This is … I don’t even know what to say to this.” She was beaming, the woman happier than you’d seen her since she found out she was going home for weeks at Christmas. “Shit.” Jenna rubbed her forehead, scoffing out another quiet laugh. “Wow. Ok, well, this changes a lot of things.” It does? “I just came to apologize and to say goodbye. I figured that you and Dieter will be … well, that we won’t really see much of you tonight or tomorrow, so …”
“It’s up to him.” You shrugged. “I think he said something about the cast wanting to say goodbye tonight, but …”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be at that.” She stood from the table, looking down at where you still sat. “I’m not cast.” Neither am I. “But I’m sure I’ll see you on Monday morning, before we leave for the airport. “ She tapped on the table with one finger, raising a brow. “Take care of that ring. If you don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it.” You began to laugh as she headed for the door, but before she could pull it open, someone beat her to it, Dieter stepping into the room, with his hair still styled from set. Oh. Hi. “Dieter!”
“What are you doing in here, Jenna?” He looked past her and at you before returning his attention to the other woman. “Something wrong?”
“Nope. I was just coming in to apologize and say goodbye. Didn’t want to interrupt the two of you before Monday morning.” Dieter’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile, but Jenna didn’t even pause as she stepped past him and into the hallway. “Make sure your shit’s packed, Dieter. I don’t want to have to contact the hotel in two weeks when you figure out you left something here.” He grumbled under his breath that he wouldn’t forget anything, and then the woman was gone, the door closing behind her.
“If you do forget anything, I can just send it home to you.” You balanced your chin on your palm, watching as he made his way toward where you sat. “You know, if you trust me with your address.”
“Of course I do. I’ll text it to you.” He leaned down, kissing you on the cheek. “I actually stopped here to see if you wanted to help me pack. I’m supposed to meet some of the cast for drinks tonight, and figured we could get most of it done and then go down for that.” You want me to go with you? “I didn’t bring too much, so it shouldn’t take long, but folding everything’s a bitch.”
“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to that at all.” Leaning back in your chair, you stared up at him. “Yes, I’ll help you pack. And if you want me to go to your party tonight, I’d like that.” You paused. “But only if we eat dinner first.”
“Deal.” Dieter’s smile grew, the man stepping back from the table and toward the door. “It’s a date.”
—
You didn’t get back to Dieter’s room until late that night, both of you stumbling through the hall and stopping in front of his door, the man fumbling for the key to let you both in. You weren’t drunk, but you were tipsy - the result of Dustin’s insistence that the two of you not leave early since it was a celebration. Dieter was less intoxicated than you, the man sipping his drinks slowly after leading with a hefty pour of whiskey. You’d expected to feel out of place in the room filled with actors and actresses, but instead, they’d made you feel more welcome than ever before.
You were included in conversations, asked questions and even listened to when you were simply speaking, and to your surprise, before the end of the night, both Carol and Sean had added you on Instagram, something that completely shocked you. It meant more exposure - and more of a link to Dieter, but there was nothing that you could do about it, especiallywhen they kept you in a group shot of them sharing a toast to Dieter, and then Carol posted it immediately after on her page, tagging you.
But the most interesting part of the night was their response to you telling them what you’d overheard Darren and Gavin talking about. They’d believed you immediately, none of them happy about any of those options. You didn’t blame them, and weren’t surprised to see Carol, Sean and Dustin moving off into one corner to talk between themselves as you and Dieter said your goodbyes on the way back to your rooms.
“Are we packing more?” You sunk down onto Dieter’s couch, stretching out on the cushions. “We can finish tonight, Dieter, and then have all day tomorrow to -”
“No.” He was already changed out of the clothes he’d worn to the party, the man dressed in only the green bathrobe and a pair of shorts. “We’re not packing anything else tonight. I’m mostly done anyway.” Cracking one eye open, you turned your head to look at Dieter, eyes raking over him from head to toe. “I can finish Monday morning.”
“I’m gonna miss you.” You spoke without thinking, the sentiment spilling from your lips. “Gonna be lonely here without … “ Sitting up, you sighed. “Without you, Dieter.” You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry, that you’d stay composed because it was stupid to be upset when you knew that the separation was temporary. But I will miss him. A lot. “Especially if they’re planning on keeping us here for longer to shoot 7, and have a ton of reshoots planned.” He joined you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap, and without pause, you ducked your head down, tucking your face into the side of his neck and sliding one hand beneath his robe to press against his skin.
“They can’t keep you here for 7. I don’t know what anyone else’s contracts are like, but they had no reason to write an additional movie into yours. You can’t do anything about reshoots or nights, but the minute 6 wraps? You get to go.”You felt his chest rising and falling against your body as he spoke, Dieter’s voice comforting you. “And believe it or not, I’m going to miss you too.” He tilted your face up with one finger, giving himself a chance to look you directly in the eye. “A fucking lot.”
The admission made your entire body warm, and you couldn’t resist angling your face so that you could kiss Dieter in response, not trusting yourself to speak. He kissed you back, but made no attempt to deepen the kiss, instead moving the finger beneath your chin so that he could rub his thumb over your cheek, swiping it in a slow, steady circle. It’s going to be a long four months. “Dieter?” You took a breath when he pulled back, blinking to get your bearings. “Take me to bed?” He laughed at you, shaking his head no. What?
“We’ll go to bed, but you’ve had too much to drink tonight. I know that you’d probably be alright with whatever happened, but I wouldn’t.” What? I’m not that … “We’ll have all day tomorrow to make up for it, but how about …” He leaned closer, lips against your ear. “I’ll rub your back, put you to sleep.” It sounded like a good idea, and the thought of his massive hands all over your body was more than appealing, so you agreed. “Get ready for bed. I’ll be here.”
You peeled yourself from his lap and then headed for the bathroom, smiling the whole way. While you stood and brushed your teeth, you realized that you were less sober than you’d thought, and by the time you were guzzling down a large glass of water, you were thankful that Dieter had turned you down. I don’t even know that I’d be able to do much anyway. The lights in the room were mostly off when you emerged from the bathroom, and Dieter was waiting, telling you that he needed five minutes and that you should get comfortable. “Am I allowed to take my clothes off, or -”
“You sure are.” He raised an eyebrow, running one hand through his hair. “Bra and underwear on though.” Five months earlier, you wouldn’t have believed those words were going to leave his mouth, but instead of replying, you just nodded, waiting until he was inside of the bathroom to begin taking your clothes off, removing the necklace and setting it carefully on the bedside table. When you were just down to your underwear, you climbed into the bed, staying on top of the blankets but stretching out on your stomach, cheek pressed to the pillows. It was comfortable, and you were tired, but you managed to stay awake until you heard his voice again, the sound strained. “Fuck.” Cracking one eye open, you saw that Dieter was standing at the foot of the bed, his hands curled into loose fists at his sides. “Fuck, you’re…”
“You’re the one that said no to me, Bravo.” He groaned and you laughed at the sound. “And you promised me a massage, so…” The mattress dipped as he climbed into bed, straddling your thighs, and the next thing you knew, he had his hands on your back, palms flat and fingers spread out.
He was strong but not overpowering, and you relaxed beneath his touch, the man working his way up your torso and then back down, focusing on the center of your back with his thumbs. “You’re really tense.” He spoke quietly, digging in. “Carrying that camera around too much.”
“It’s my job.” You sighed, fighting back a quiet moan at the way his hands were working over your skin. “Can’t just stop.” Dieter stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then you felt his breath on your bare skin, only seconds before his lips were too. “Dieter…”
“I’ll behave.” He kissed his way across your shoulders, the movement of his hands on your lower back never faltering. “Can’t help it, though.” Good. I can’t either. You were slightly disappointed when he sat up, but Dieter moved both hands in unison, his fingertips pressing down on either side of your spine, hands spreading out when they reached your neck. “Gonna unhook you, that alright?” Whispering back a ‘yes’, you felt him do it seconds later, and the next time he ran his hands up and down the entire length, there was nothing in his way, the pressure consistent the whole time.
You let him work on you for a few more minutes, feeling that your body was going slack beneath his touch, and then you spoke, shifting on the mattress. “You can stop whenever, Dieter. It feels amazing, but you don’t have to -”
“Wanna touch you while I can.” He laughed, almost like he was embarrassed. “Fuck. I sound like a … Christ, I sound like…” He trailed off, moving backwards to slide further down your legs, hands following. You gasped as he squeezed your ass with both hands, followed by a light smack to one cheek, and then his weight was gone, the man laying down next to you. “Sorry. I said I’d behave, but -”
“Dieter, for you, that was behaving.” He smiled in the darkness, the man’s cheeks going round, and when he reached for you, one arm winding around the upper back that he’d just been massaging, you moved closer to him immediately, not caring that your unhooked bra exposed your chest. He kissed you soundly, and before you knew what was happening, Dieter had both arms around you, crushing you to his chest as his lips moved with yours.
You understood immediately - it was the beginning of him saying goodbye; the man trying to show you different sides of himself that hadn’t been exposed yet. But I like all of him. You realized it as he backed off enough to take a breath, his eyes meeting yours again. I like everything. “We should go to sleep.” He licked his lips. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep my promise of behaving.” It was your turn to laugh, but you moved as you did, shrugging out of your bra and dropping it to the floor before sitting up to reach for the blanket.
You faced away from him when you laid back down, letting your back meet his chest. Dieter curled around you from behind so closely that there wasn’t any space between you, but it was comfortable, your body still pliant from the time he’d spent with his hands on you. “If the movie career ever dries up, Dieter, you could always turn to massage. I’m sure there are plenty of people that would killto have you touch them like that, even if they had to pay for it.”
“Does that bother you?” It was as direct as he’d ever been when it came to discussing his popularity and what it might mean if the two of you were together.“That people feel like that about me?”
“No.” There was no hesitation in your reply. “You’re an actor, Dieter. You have been for years. It’s part of the territory.” Should I even say it? Yes. “I’ve watched you kiss other people on camera. I’ve… seen you do sex scenes, and know you’ll be doing another on the next movie. You’re supposed to be appealing to the people that watch your work, that’s part of what comes with it all.” Part of what it would mean to be with you. “I wouldn’t want you to act on any of it if you and I were … together, but I understand that there’s always going to be people trying, or you’ll have to do it for roles, so I’d have to be alright with it..”
“You’d be surprised,” he replied after a few seconds of thought, his breath fanning out over your bare skin. “I think I’ve only filmed one or two scenes that weren’t just … work.” He kissed the back of your shoulder, lips lingering on your skin. “It’s hard to really enjoy any of that shit when there’s 20 people in the room and three different cameras and you’re wearing a cock sock.” You snorted, rolling your shoulders slightly and settling further into the bedding. “I’m being serious. It’s not as sexy as some people make it out to be.”
“Good.” You felt your breaths lengthening. “I’m not an actress so there’s no way I could compare if it was.” Dieter said your name urging you to turn back to face him, and when you did, he kissed you on the mouth - the affection short but firm.
“I kiss actors and actresses all day at work. I don’t want to do the same thing at home.” You could still see his eyes in the dim light, and though you weren’t fully awake, you saw honesty there, the man telling you the absolute truth. “I -” He was cut off by a yawn, Dieter’s eyes squeezing shut. “Shit. Sorry. I was just gonna say that I hope you still feel this way when you haven’t been drinking.”
“I will.” It was your turn to yawn, the end of it cut off in a quiet yip. “It’s fucking late Dieter. We need to go to bed, otherwise we’ll sleep all day.” And I’m not wasting our last one.
He settled down behind you again, and within minutes, both of you were sleeping, his arm still securely around you.
AN | Was this inevitable? Probably. Am I sorry? Nope. Enjoy this foray into Dieter-land. More to come? Maybe. Dieter isn’t an actor in this bad boy, only a very eclectic artist!
Summary | In which you’ve been best friends with eccentric artist Dieter Bravo for years and years. In which you’ve been in love with your best friend for years and years. All it took was one little comment for the truth to come out - but it might have ruined everything.
Pairing | Dieter Bravo x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language, Sex [discussed/done although nothing explicit], Bi!Dieter and Bi!Reader, 18+ solamente
You almost choked on the sip of coffee you’d just taken as you read through the comments on some random influencer’s Instagram post. People just continued to be the worst; you knew that comments more often than not were a cesspool, but you still found yourself drawn to them. Tossing your phone back onto the table you were currently occupying in the small café, you caught Dieter’s eye and groaned dramatically.
“Alright, bonita?” he twiddled the stylus between his fingers as he paused from the sketch he was working on, “please don’t choke and die in the middle of a café. Not cute and you need to find a more dramatic way to die, especially so young.”
“You’re the worst,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you turned back to your laptop, going through too many work emails. He blew you a kiss before winking and turning back to his own work. The two of you worked in silence for some time, only the noise from the other patrons reaching your ears.
“You know what the worst thing about being bi is?” you sighed after some time, still annoyed by what you’d read, coffee halfway to your mouth before you shook your head, “well, not about being bi. About people and their perceptions.”
“They think we’re confused?”
“If I dated you, or any man, they’d just say I was straight, same as if you dated a woman,” you huffed, “but if I date a woman, I’m lesbian and just didn’t want to fully come out, if you date a man you’ve been secretly gay this whole time. People are just so…narrow-minded. I’m not confused, you’re not confused, what’s wrong with just liking people?”
“Don’t let the fuckers get to you,” Dieter shrugged nonchalantly, “w-wait - if you dated me? So you’re saying there’s a chance?”
You almost snorted into your coffee before looking across the table at the time. He looked up from his pad, eyebrows raised so high they disappeared into his mop of curls. You’d often wondered how soft they were, how your fingers would feel running through them, how it would - stop. Rolling your eyes, you quickly flipped him off, “not a chance, baby. Not a fuckin’ chance.”
“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about having sex with me even once?”
“I didn’t say that,” you turned your attention back to the work you were doing on your laptop, “don’t put words in my mouth.”
“So you have thought about it?”
“Yes,” you did your best to keep your face as neutral as possible, wanting to get a rise out of him, “I’ve touched myself to you many times. Wishing it was you touching me instead.”
“You have not.”
“I have,” you really had.
“So if I asked you to have sex with me right now you’d say no?”
“Yup,” you popped the p and glanced up to find him watching you incredulously, “again, there’s a difference between me wishing it was you and not my hand and it actually being you. I’m not having sex with you, Dee.”
“But-”
“We’re best friends,” you sighed lightly as he made a small noise of annoyance, “I want to always be your best friend. I don’t want us to have sex and ruin our relationship. If we had sex there would be feelings involved and I can’t risk that with you. I don’t think I could live with a broken heart because of you.”
“You’re just assuming that things would go wrong,” was that a note of…hurtin this voice? You swallowed thickly before shifting your gaze from his, “why…you really think I’d hurt you?”
“I don’t inherently assume you’re going to hurt me,” you promised, “you never have. You’ve always been there for me. You know you’re the most important person to me. But I can’t risk losing you.”
“Then give me a chance.”
“I…no, Dee,” you closed your laptop before stuffing into your bag, “I should get going…I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
“Sure,” his voice was flat as you flitted by him. He expected that you’d kiss his cheek or top of his head as was your custom, but this time you just walked by. He tried to ignore the pang that settled in his heart at the obvious distance you suddenly felt the need to create. He should have just kept his damn mouth shut but no…he just had to go and mess it up, “fuck.”
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It turns out you did not see him the next night, making up a lame excuse about having to work late that evening. While your work at the museum did occasionally offer up odd hours, perks of being a curator, he knew you were lying. It had hurt your heart too, lying to the best friend you’d ever had, but you just needed some space from him to think. Maybe then you’d be able to get your mind straightened out.
One canceled movie night had led to several missed brunches and lunches and everything in between. It hurt every time just as much as the first. You knew he knew you were lying. He’d texted you countless times asking what was wrong, what he did wrong, how he could fix everything. He just wanted his best friend back. So did you.
You really did love him. You really did want him, but you didn’t want to just be another fuck for him or end up as friends with benefits or start a relationship with him and then have everything ruined. Where you really willing to give up over fifteen years of friendship for sex? No.
He’d remain your best friend and you’d find another way to satisfy your other needs. Which is precisely how you’d found yourself at a bar that was too loud and too crowded and totally not what you wanted to be doing on a Friday night. You should have been at home with him in your pajamas, eating pizza, drinking cheap wine, and watching shitty movies.
But your date was nice; he’d checked off all the boxes. Handsome, smart, decently funny…but also completely not what you wanted. You wanted the zany craziness of your best friend.
“Fuck,” you groaned quietly at yourself before downing the rest of your drink. Your date had gone to the bathroom so you had a moment to breathe by yourself. The peace, however, did not last long because before you knew it, you felt someone behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist, “what the-”
“Hola bonita,” oh no. There was no way he had managed to find you here. He rested his head on your shoulder before pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “I see while you’re busy ignoring me you’ve got plenty of time to come here.”
“I haven’t been…” he smelled so good and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You were going to blame that on the alcohol, “avoiding you.”
“Of course,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ve only known you for how long? You don’t think I know every time you lie to me?”
“Dee-”
“I’m not going to push you,” he promised and by gods were you tempted to turn your head and kiss him, “if you don’t even want to be friends anymore, that’s on you. It’s all up to you, bonita. But I’ll leave you so you can get back to your little date. He’s cute, maybe a little too preppy, but he’s got looks. I hope you think of me when you’re with him. I could be a better boyfriend than him.”
“Dee-” but just before you turned around, he was off of you and disappearing back into the thick throng of the crowd. A small sound of frustration escaped your lips as you motioned for the bartender to bring you another drink. Part of you was furious with him for pulling this little stunt and part of you couldn’t blame him. You were after all the reason for the shift in your relationship with him. You were the one that had told him you’d fantasized about having sex with him, not the other way around. Now you were left to wonder how long he’d felt the same. How long had your best friend thought about you as more than a friend? If it was anywhere near as long as you had, then it had been years. Fools, silly, dumb fools.
“Everything alright?” Ethan - wait was his name Ethan? Aaron? James? No - it was definitely Julián. Either way, he’d made his way back to you and hopped back into the stool next to you, his leg brushing against yours. He was handsome - and now that you really studied him, you could see why you thought so. A mop of dark curls and warm brown eyes with a golden complexion and a strong jaw. Not completely unlike - fuck. You quickly thought back to the previous men you’d dated and yeah…there was a startling trend when you realized they all bore some resemblance to your best friend, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Yeah, it’s all…everything’s fine,” you lied, taking the drink that had just been placed in front of you and downing it all in one go. Julián said nothing but chucked slightly before finishing his own drink. It wasn’t that…there was nothing wrong with him. He was nice, kind, and charming but he wasn’t him. He wasn’t your eccentric, wild artist best friend that often made you wonder if he’d huffed too much paint. You leaned in and let your lips brush against his ear, “do you want to get out of here?”
He turned to you with wide eyes as a flush worked its way into his cheeks. He hadn’t been expecting your question considering your ambivalence towards him, “yes.”
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He went through the motions of sex methodically; there’d been a lot of making out beforehand, he’d fingered you and then ate you like it was his job and hadn’t expected you to go down on him. You’d let him do the work, finding your heart wasn’t in it but you needed something - anything - to keep your mind occupied. Despite reassuring him you were on the pill and clean he opted to use a condom just to be extra careful (what a rarity but appreciated nonetheless), and opted for missionary. You weren’t able to look him in the eyes as he fucked you, pretending it was all too much and squeezed your eyes shut.
He was determined to make sure you came again, focused on your pleasure as much as his, but when you finally felt yourself reaching a second high, it all went downhill.
“Fuck yes, Dee, right there,” the words were out of your mouth before you even realized what had happened. Julián stilled, buried inside of you, as both realized what had happened. He let out a huff of bitter laughter before pulling out of you and rolling to the side, “Julián, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened-”
“I think I should go,” he was already up, disposing of the used condom before grabbing his clothes and hastily pulling them on.
“Julián-”
“I think you need to figure out your own feelings before we see each other again,” he sighed as you hung your head, pulling the sheet around your frame, “look, I really like you. You’re great, but I’m not going to be a replacement for whoever Dee is.”
“You’re not a replacement…”
“You don’t have to lie to me or yourself,” he was already headed out of your bedroom, “like I said, figure it out and if you still want to give this a try, call me. Chao cariño.”
“Julián,” but he was already gone and you were frustrated in every sense of the word, “fuck. Fuck.”
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Dieter almost jumped when he heard the loud, rapid knocking on his door. He’d been in the middle of working his way through another bag of kit-kats (hey, they were minis, don’t judge) and watching a random show on Netflix when he was startled out of his thoughts. He glanced down at his phone and realized it was much later than he had thought. Who could be at his door at this time of night?
He stood up, grumbling at the cracking of his stiff joints before walking to the door, not even bothering to check who it was.
“Dee,” you were standing there, in your pajamas, soaking wet from the sudden downpour. His expression went through a mixture of emotions as he stood there, silently watching you, “do you love me?”
“I…what?” he was so stunned by your question, “of course I do. You’re my best friend.”
“No - I…are you in love with me?” you were still trying to catch your breath from having practically run to his apartment from your own, not trusting yourself enough to drive. Your heart was pounding in your chest from both the run and your nerves, so loud that you were sure he could hear it, “please, I have to know.”
Dieter paused for a moment, staring down at his croc covered feet - despite how hard you tried to get him to ditch them he never did - and let out a long, heavy breath. His silence had you worried; what if you’d read this all wrong and he just loved you as a friend that he wanted to have sex with. He wet his plush lips before letting himself meet your eyes, “yes.”
“Yeah?” you were ready to burst into tears as he just nodded in stunned silence.
“Yeah.”
“Me too,” there it was - out and in the open finally after all these years, “I’m in love with you too.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he pulled you inside, into the warmth and comfort of the home you knew as well as yours. He allowed himself a small, tentative smile before brushing some of the wet hair out of your face, “mi bonita.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why would I ever think someone like you would love me?” he asked softly as you just laughed, “I’m a weird, immature, odd artist. And you’re…”
“Shut up,” you laughed, gently swatting his chest, “you’re the perfect compliment to me. We’re good apart but together we’re…even better. I’ll curate all your art as long as you want, I don’t care that you’re weird or odd or that you still wear those dumb crocs and those baggy t-shirts that you should have gotten rid of years ago and sometimes you forget to shower for too long when you’re working on a new piece and that your diet is that of a frat boy’s, and that sometimes you mess up ‘your’ and ‘you’re’…. I just…I want you. I’ve always wanted you. But please…promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t break my heart,” you whispered, a few tears running down your cheeks from the sheer emotion of it all. Dieter reached up and gently wiped them away before resting his hand on your face, “please don’t ever break it. I don’t think I could bear life without you, you big, dumb, gentle fool.”
“I won’t,” he promised, “never.”
“Okay,” you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders now that it was all off your chest. All these words, all these feelings that had been pent up for so long were finally out there. It was like you could fully breathe again, “I promise too.”
“W-what about that guy you were with earlier?”
“Julián,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “yeah, things ended pretty quickly when we were having sex and I called him by your name. It’s you, it’s always been you.”
“Aye, bonita,” he laughed but stepped closer so there was almost no space in between your bodies, “you’re soaking wet. Let’s get you into some clean, dry clothes.”
“Okay,” you nodded, butterflies swarming throughout your belly, “I…”
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he gave that smile that you loved so much; the one that made his eyes crinkle and that single dimple appear, “if you want.”
“Please,” you whispered and he wasted not even a moment of time before he crashed his lips onto yours. You’d kissed him before, of course those were platonic kisses, left on a cheek or forehead, or hair. His lips had always been elusive and you’d found yourself wondering what he tasted like more than you cared to admit. He tasted of sweet chocolate from those silly KitKats he loved and kissed you with a hunger that was a delicious mix of needy desire and tender softness.
He didn’t let you go, didn’t pull back until you were both breathing dizzily out of breath and beaming at each other like fools. You took his face in your hands, gently stroking his cheek and admiring the silly patchy stubble of facial hair that you adored so much. He couldn’t help himself but steal a few more quick kisses.
“Ask me what you asked that afternoon,” you whispered against his lips, feeling as the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile.
“What afternoon-”
“That afternoon.”
“Oh.Oh,” his cheeks flushed and he made a small sound that was nothing short of exuberance, “do you want to have sex with me?”
“Yes,” you grinned, and both of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. His hands found purchase on your waist as he pulled as close to him as possible, “I really want to have sex with you.”
“Finally,” he sounded triumphant as you both laughed, “I’ve…been thinking about this for a long time.”
“Me too,” you whispered, “now get me out of these wet clothes and into bed. We have a lot of time to make up for.”
Word Count: 2900 Rating: R to Mature for the whole series, nobody under 18, scram.
Warnings: Language
Summary: You have known “Dieter Bravo” since you were kids and you two used to be thick as thieves before his big breaks when he developed a serious douchebag (and cocaine) problem. The big problem you two have isn’t a lack of compatibility or trust or whatnot, it’s that Dee continues not to acknowledge that you two have a fucking child. That he named Pickle.
^this be the vibes folks, come on in and buckle up.
A/N: As promised the Epilogue. There is plenty of room for requests of these guys :)
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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
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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.
discussions of pandemic,professional sex work, professional sex industry, its a porn shoot. , squirting, rimming, throatfucking, PinV sex, premature ejaculation, facial, creampie… and feelings?!
A/N; i love this chaotic disaster duo.
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Okay I am literally obsessed with this. Like I am LIVING for this! So good! I’m swooning! Words cannot describe how much I loved this. Def will be a reread when I’m feeling down!
Series Summary: You’ve been busting your butt day in and day out to get your comedy career off the ground. Crappy writing jobs, late night stand-up gigs, and tending bar on the side to make ends meet. Landing the job as a staff writer at Saturday Night Live was the best next step for your career. So what happens two years in, when you come face to face with the show’s next host, Dieter Bravo, a man you’ve mocked relentlessly for almost the entire length of your career?
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader ChapterSummary: The production week at SNL begins at 9:00am Monday with a free form pitch meeting between the host, cast, writers, and producers. WC: 5.5K Warnings:M for this chapter, but that will change as we progress through the story. Tension, cursing, bratty behavior, drinking, drug use, yearning, and slight angst. Possibly OOC Dieter, definitely playing fast and loose with the production of SNL, but I’m doing my best with the help of Fandom.com
(Did you ever hear the story about the traveling salesman?) A thousand jokes (Stick around for the jokes!) A thousand faces - I’m the Greatest Star [FunnyGirl]
Monday 9 AM — 30 Rockefeller Plaza — Lorne Michael’s Office
If you go to the website Youtube.com and type in the words “How to tell a joke” the top result— well the top result will be an ad—, but the top result after that shameless advertisement (that definitely will not teach you anything about comedy) is from the New York Times. It’s an interview with Jerry Seinfeld where he breaks down the anatomy of a joke via a Pop-Tart. It is five minutes long, is nearly 10 years old and has 2.6 million views. You loathe this video. You detest its very existence. You curse the creators of search engines for allowing anyone the ability to reduce the complicated act of making someone laugh into clickbait. You hate this video, and by extension, Jerry Seinfeld.
Dieter Bravo x female Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.
Rating: Teen. But this blog is *always* 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, family hardships. Summary: Dieter meets with his team about their new strategy to fix his image problem, and you battle your best friend about how to respond to it when the campaign goes live. Notes: Welcome to the Soulmate Sunday Family to our favourite Trash Can Man, Dieter Bravo! This is my first time writing anything enemies to lovers and Keri and I are having a blast with the secondary characters for this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as we are!
Dieter slouches down in the stiff conference room seat, unsure why they couldn’t spring for something more comfortable. Fuck knows they charge through the nose for their services so chairs that didn’t feel like the pew at St. Mary’s when he was six and forced to go to every damn Mass because his abuela was convinced that his soul was damned, wasn’t beyond unreasonable in his opinion. Hungover and desperately craving a snort of something, his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. Ridiculous indoors to some, but he needs them against the bright florescent lights in the conference room. “It wasn’t a big deal.” He huffs defensively, folding his arms over his chest and looks over at the grim faced, horribly dressed suits that represented his team.
“Maybe not to you.” Libby, his manager of twenty years, shifts in her seat and holds her hands in her lap like an unhappy schoolmarm. “But Paramount rescinded your last offer and I had to dig my claws into the Ray-Ban reps to keep them from ditching your endorsement contract.” The venti, 3-pump, skim milk, no foam, extra hot chai tea latte in front of her is now cold and that makes her madder than she likes. If she didn’t appreciate the huge fucking percentage she gets from being Dieter Bravo’s representation, maybe she wouldn’t be sitting here pissed off and she could have enjoyed her coffee. Right now, the fact that she cares about him as a human is secondary to making sure his career doesn’t tank. “Dee, I don’t think you understand how bad a beating the Bravo brand is taking right now.”
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.”
Synopsis:Being a personal assistant meant you needed to help Dieter out with all of his tasks - but never did you imagine you’d become another tick on his list.
Warnings:Smut, Hate Fucking, Angst, Asshole!Dieter, Dieter Bravo himself needs a tag, Hair Pulling, Choking (slightly), Spanking, Rough Sex, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Camera Sex, Public Sex, Fingering, Dieter hits it from behind, Age Gap (Dieter is about 40-45 while the reader is close to 24-25), Making Fun of His Name (LMAO who is actually going to scream Dieter during sex??????), Name Calling on Both Ends, Mentions of drug use (cocaine specifically), Covid-19 Pandemic talks,
Rating:E
Author’s Note:Happy The Bubble release day! I had to break my hiatus for this!
With all of that being said, I do have an idea for Dieter that I want to get down somewhere so I don’t forget.
It’s your classic assistant!reader and she is in love with Dieter, but he doesn’t realize it because he’s just kind of ditzy. Maybe he doesn’t realize he feels the same until it’s too late and then they have a chance meeting a couple of years later or something.
It definitely wouldn’t take place during a pandemic and I’m not sure if there would be drugs in the story because they can be pretty triggering for me. But I wanted to put this out there and see if anyone would be interested in something like it.
Author’s Note: Here’s the newest update! Finally! Apologies for taking an extra few weeks but I got here, we ready! I’m posting this a day earlier than I normally would because I’m impatient and just want it out there for y’all. I also only proof read this a few times so it’s likely riddled in mistakes. I hope you like it anyways.
In this one, we have a little party here, and a little party there. Tension thick enough to cut with scissors and perhaps Jealous!Dieter makes an appearance. I can’t be too sure though ♀️ Guess you’ll have to read and find out. Their outfits are based off these costumes: 1,2,3,4. Bisous!
Next update for this little series is coming soon. I try and update every Friday.
Summary: Dieter Bravo is the celebrity host on a new dating reality TV show and she was signed up by her friends as a joke. She decides to try and stick it out for the prize money and keep everyone else away from her.
Disclaimer: ✨ If you are under 21, please do not interact.✨
“Car dans mes yeux, ça se voit La fièvre dans les yeux, oui ça se voit Mon cœur se serre, j'ai du feu dans la voix Le plus souvent, c'est quand je pense à toi” Fever (feat. Angèle) - Dua Lipa
Anthony nearly tripped over his own feet when he spotted Dieter standing near the edge of the pool. At first it was due to him being out in the main area, which wasn’t cause for much concern, but when he realized who was floating in the pool he jumped into action. He whipped out his walkie and immediately sent word to Jemma while smacking the camera guy closest to him and pointing in the their direction.
“Pan over,” Anthony hissed, “Pan over!”
They quickly set themselves up and even the boom mic was adjusted accordingly to try and pick up on their conversation. Of course Dieter chose to approach her now. She wasn’t wearing a mic pack. Anything related to water meant they weren’t required to wear their mics and Anthony had to give Dieter kudos. The man was slick. He may have come off aloof, but he’d given some thought to what he was doing.
Anthony crouched down and watched the tiny screen of the camera with thinly veiled glee. This was it, this was the content they were looking for. They all watched as Dieter sat down, inviting her to join him and the rest was going to be history. He could feel it.
He grinned to himself, without meaning too, he’d become invested in these two, and not just because their situation was a priority for him. After him and Jemma had gone through all the original tapes and the subsequent ones that came along at the end of each filming day, he found himself wrapped up in whatever world these two were currently in. It was hard no to be. There was a certain magic watching their relationship unfold. Especially when they didn’t know that there was a whole crew dedicated to their story and however it turned out.
Anthony had been the one to push the dates when introducing the new contestants. At the time is was a tactic to try and rock the boat, so to speak. However, it didn’t have the affect any of them were expecting. Well that wasn’t entirely true. Kevin fell for the trap, hook, line and sinker. The fall out giving them an amazing sequence for the show and mixing up the dynamic within the whole group. But when it came to the other two, all bets were off. Instead of causing a rift, it brought the two of them closer together and he wasn’t even bothering to pretend it wasn’t an exciting turn of events.
Between him, Jemma and their little crew, they needed to find more ways to foster the budding relationship developing. Anthony had a few ideas up his sleeves, and hopefully everyone else was on board. Tonight, allowing him to put one of those ideas into motion. See what kind of traction it would bring them. Altogether they needed more ways to keep these two in each other’s orbits. For the show of course, but also for all of them to see how this all played out.
The whole crew of them assigned to this secret project were all equally invested in their turnout. None of them had any idea how it was going to go, given Dieter’s reputation, the rules of the show and well, how opposed to making any kind of meaningful interaction their rogue contestant was. However, for the past few days, it was becoming much more obvious how willing both parties were to be around each other. It may not be the explosive dramatic event that they were used too, but watching them slowly come around was arguably even more satisfying.
Anthony’s walkie chimed to life and as he looked down to grab it, the mic guy kicked him int he shin to get his attention. With a curse on his lips, Anthony looked up to find the guy inclining his head aggressively towards their subjects. Anthony furrowed his brow but looked over at them, then down onto the screen of the camera to find it zooming in. Anthony’s mouth dropped at the subtle but direct touch. There was quiet intimacy in the way Dieter’s hand clutched at her calf, then the swipe of his finger along her bare ankle. The contrast of their skin tones illuminating in the bright sunlight.
All of them held their breath, waiting to see the reaction. None of them knew what to expect but seeing the way she lifted her feet to cross them over Dieter’s thigh had them all vibrating with anticipation. It was the first time they’d openly touched each other, and they’d gotten it all on camera. This was so much more than any of them had expected. Anthony grinned widely to himself, plucking his walkie off his belt and connecting with Jemma. This opened up a whole new chest of opportunities.
~(TRC)~
She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. There was a lot of commotion going on around her but she was immune to it. She smoothed her hands down the front of her costume, the one-piece suit bright and colourful. A mix between lime green and electric blue. She turned from side to side, admiring the matching coloured feathers that she had strapped to her upper arms. She’d fastened her head piece on and loved the way it framed her face.
She felt great. She couldn’t expressly pinpoint why. Maybe it was the outfit, or maybe it was the fact that her housemates were warming up to her again, or perhaps it was because she spent time with Dieter earlier in the day. Whatever it was it had her excited for the night ahead of her.
She continued to primp and prime herself in preparation for their welcome party coming up. They hadn’t had one since the very first night, but with new contestants around, the producers decided now would be a good time to throw one. If they’d announced this a few days ago, she would’ve been annoyed at having to join in, but today? Today, she was all in. She was ready to have fun.
She backed away from the mirror and was quickly flanked by Jasmine, Shereen and Christina. The new girl, Tamara, was still gathering her berrings to the house dynamics and it didn’t help her case that she was one of the parties to wrong Christina. It had proven to be a bit of a switch in the ordering of most liked to least liked and she found herself no longer at the very bottom. She felt bad for Tamara, but she was balancing on a thin rope and wasn’t sure when it would eventually snap.
She felt bad, but looking over at the newest housemate, she didn’t appear to be bothered in any way and that settled her guilt for the time being. There would be time to offer an olive branch later. At least tonight they were all getting the chance to relax and unwind in fun way that would hopefully quiet down the drama.
The feathers framing her arms began to shift and she looked over to find Jasmine repositioning the arm band to straighten them out a bit more. She smiled over at her and Jasmine winked back. As a group they continued to get ready together, all of them fawning over the vibrant colours and accessories of their costumes.
Every now and then, when there was a quiet moment, she let herself drift back to this morning and spending time with Dieter. She wondered if he’d make an appearance at the party. She hadn’t figured out if he was into the whole scene or if he really was here to stay lowkey and only do exactly what was written out in his contract. She let herself fall into false hope that he’d at least stick around for a drink or two.
She touched up her mascara, leaning closer into the vanity mirror and found herself lost in her memories. Even thinking his name had her nerves on edge in the best way. Everything about him felt electric and caused a current to run through her. She couldn’t explain it, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to try. She felt a tingle on her ankle and smirked to herself as she felt the phantom caress from this morning. She could still feel his warm hands laid out comfortably on her legs and she had to hide the sigh threatening to escape.
“Hey,” Jasmine bumped her hip against hers, “You good?”
“Hmm?” She murmured, glancing up to see Jasmine staring at her with an amused expression. She flushed a bit at being caught up in her thoughts as if Jasmine knew what she was thinking about and gave a hasty smile, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
Jasmine arched an eyebrow and gave her a potent stare. She capped her mascara and turned to stare back at Jas. Jasmine grinned and nodded, appearing to accept her answer but with a look of ‘we’ll talk later’. She gulped, it was as if Jasmine knew something. Not that there was really anything to know. Dieter and her being friendly with one another wasn’t new. She was sure all the other housemates were on a good terms with him. She knew she had a little bit more of a friendship with him, but that’s all it was. They were friends by proximity and it was fun. There was nothing else to know.
She continued to stare as Jasmine walked over to one of the smaller vanities and adjusted her eye shadow. There really wasn’t anything to know. Dieter and her were friends. She scrunched up her nose knowing full well she was lying to herself but wasn’t going to acknowledge it.
~(TRC)~
Dieter allowed himself to be corralled by Jemma and a few of the other crew members to attend the festivities. It was with veiled reluctance that he agreed. He was unsure about getting too involved with ongoings of the contestants, but there was a tingling at the base of his spine that drove him to making the decision. He wanted to be there. He could continue lying to himself but deep down he knew exactly why he wanted to be in attendance. However, he would continue to ignore the obvious inklings of real emotions growing in him.
The last party the house hosted had been at the very beginning and he was scarce for that one. Sticking around only to make sure all his pleasantries were administered and then retreating to his room to unwind. However, now he knew the contestants a bit better and wasn’t as adverse to mingling. At least, not when it came to her. They had a good rapport, light and carefree. To him, she was a breath of fresh air. Someone who was more than aware of his celebrity but didn’t boil him down to only that. She saw past the fame. She saw him.
He knew that he was letting himself be convinced to participate, past more than just having his presence there. The crew had persuaded him into following the dress code. He sighed, realizing now that it may have been a better idea to sit this one out. Make his contractual appearance and then leave it be. Perhaps putting up a bit more of a fight at how much they were expecting from him.
He didn’t dislike the theme, it was fun and set the tone but that’s what he was worried about. The tone of the evening. A party was one thing, but the theme of Carnival was another. He wasn’t sure he had the stamina to keep up with the rest. He closed his eyes, his age catching up to him for a moment. Albeit this would be a much less smaller version, it still had the potential to keep up with the traditional energies.
He glanced down at the intense blue shorts and thick neck piece set on the edge of his bed. He knew the idea behind the costume was to go shirtless, but he was honest enough with himself that he didn’t want to be that exposed. He crossed his arms over hiss chest and drummed his fingers along his forearm, considering his options. He didn’t have much by way of wardrobe, but what he did have was simple enough to match with the colours he was presented with.
Resigned to his predicament, he grabbed the shorts, headpiece, and necklace and stopped to grab a plain white linen button up. It only took him a few minutes to get himself dressed and he glanced at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t much but he found that he liked it. He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, and maybe it was the colours, brighter than anything he’d wear regularly, or it was the prospect of getting more time with her, but he felt good. There was a low simmer inside his chest that had him looking forward to the night ahead.
He shrugged his shoulders, shifting his shirt until it sat more comfortably on him. He opted to leave it unbuttoned, playing to the theme but still giving himself more comfort. He turned the tap on, running his hands underneath it and then running his fingers through his hair. He wet his curls and detangled them with a few swipes of his hands until his signature tousled look was set in place.
Checking for all his essentials, he pat down his pockets before reaching for the door. He did one last scan of the room and paused when he caught sight of his night table. He turned over the options in his mind. He argued with himself that he wasn’t old, but on the other hand he was older than them. He knew it probably wasn’t the best idea nor solution but it would help him keep up with the rest. He’d pay for it in the morning, but he figured that he could deal with those repercussions when he was presented with them. Nothing to worry himself over in the present.
Resolved in his decision making, he stepped up to the piece of furniture and pulled the drawer open. He picked up the baggie and opened it gently. He scooped up a small amount, only enough for a bump, and snorted it. He sniffed deeply, making sure he get it all and then rubbed his fingers against the tip of his nose before closing the baggie and dropping it down in to the drawer again.
With renewed vigor, he pushed the drawer shut and rolled his shoulders back. Now he was ready. He checked the time then left, letting his door slam shut behind him.
~(TRC)~
They had been called to gather on the beach, where the crew had set up a little dancefloor and bar for them. Their crew was acting as their bartender as well as the DJ. The speakers were placed in a square around the designated area and quiet house music was playing in the background. She laughed to herself when she noticed the speaker they’d dressed up. Even Betty was out to party tonight.
Jemma and Anthony signalled for everyone to group together and come closer to the speaker, while they waited for their host to come down. She was standing, sandwiched between Jasmine and Shereen, with Christina hovering close to Jas’ other side. Tamara was a little ways off to the far side of Shereen and then the boys were all milled around to their left, hyping each other up while they waited for the kick off.
She noticed right away as the crew starting to reposition themselves, cameras pointing in the opposite direction, and when she followed their lead, she found herself watching as Dieter walked down the pathway leading to their little paradise on the beach. She felt the air in her lungs cease and she froze. He hadn’t laid eyes on her yet, but she knew he’d notice right away, just as she had.
Jasmine felt her reaction and looked over at her, studying her face before following her line of sight. Jasmine let out a quiet noise, akin to a gasp and she snapped back to focus. She furrowed her brows in feigned confusion and turned to Jasmine. Jasmine’s eyes were wide, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. Remembering to start breathing again, she inhaled noisly but continued to pretend like she didn’t know what assumptions Jasmine was connecting together.
She turned her attention back to Dieter only to find his gaze now leveled on her. His eyes roamed her body, taking stock of every detail of her costume. She noticed as his eyes snapped over to Jemma and then back to her. That was interesting. It made her wonder, did the crew know about their little nightly meets? Did they know about the drugs? Did them knowing change things for her?
Before she could be overwhelmed by her thoughts, Betty chimed to life and Dieter dazzled them all with his lopsided grin. Shereen handed her a drink and she thanked her silently, taking a deep gulp from it and then paying attention to the announcements being made.
It was all par for the course. No, tonight wasn’t a free for all. Yes, the rules still applied. Of course, have fun, blow of steam and most of all, dance! Once Dieter and Betty finished up their spiel, a new round of drinks were handed out and the music was turned up until she could feel the bass beating in time with her heart.
She was immediately pulled into the group, both Jasmine and Shereen spinning her around with them. She giggled out loud, closing her eyes and letting the vibes take over. She lifted her hands into the air and danced around with the girls, letting loose and shedding all her anxieties. She jumped up and down with Christina, bopping along to a new song, singing the lyrics out loud to each other.
Her and Shereen wrapped their arms around each other and two stepped their way side by side, waving their drink filled hands as they shouted along to another song. She reaches out and grabs Jasmine’s hand, twirling her around and then being twirled around in turn. They laughed and smiled as they all celebrated together. The sun was setting further and further, casting a beautiful glow over the group and splashing oranges and purples across the horizon.
Everything about the night was turning out to be perfect. Or, almost perfect.
~(TRC)~
Dieter wasn’t sure what to do with himself. As soon as the music started, he was handed a cup, filled to the brim with something sweet and alcoholic. All the contestants had taken over the dancefloor and he was not getting caught up in that. Instead, he leaned against one of the tall bar tables they had placed periodically around the dancefloor. Jemma joined him for a little bit, keeping up some small talk and pleasantries but she was eventually called away by the job and she left him to occupy his own company.
He had half a mind to ask her about the situation he’d found himself in, but Jemma seemed too innocent to have a hidden agenda. He’d have to keep a close eye on her for a bit. Maybe it was a coincidence but given that this was a reality TV show, he highly doubted it. He knew they’d be noticed together this afternoon but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He’d been spotted chumming it up with other contestants before. How would his time with her stand out in any way.
Regardless, he found himself constantly distracted. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her even if he tried. From the second he laid eyes on her, he’d been captured. It wasn’t only because of her costume, but also because the moment their eyes met, he was reminded of every revelation he was trying to suppress. All the things he was willfully in denial about. They had fun together. They were friends.
He was sure he could’ve left a long time ago, but every time he mustered up the energy to leave she did something to make him want to stay. He hadn’t even spoken to her directly since the party started, but she continued to hold his attention. The way her body swayed in tune to every song without fail. The carefree way she threw her hands into the air. The shimmy of her shoulders when she leaned into one of the other contestants. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything she did calling to him. He cleared his throat and slammed back the reminder of his drink.
He’d lost count a while ago of how many cups he’s downed. He was well and truly tipsy and rolling with it. He felt his inhibitions loosen, not that they were all that tightened up in the first place. If he had been anywhere else, he’d have jumped into the fray already, but here, he was less on display and he wanted to keep it that way.
He noticed as she stopped dancing, fanning at her face and miming something to her companions. She slipped her way through the group and under moving limbs until she was a few steps away. He watched as she glanced around, taking in her surroundings and zeroing in on him. She flashed him a brillant smile and he gripped the table top to steady himself. She bounced over to him, her feathers fluttering with her movements.
He immediately turned to the bar and grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol and glasses. He didn’t even register what he’d grabbed, choosing instead to start pouring. When she approached the table, he held out the glass to her and she accepted with a nod and a smile. He waited until she took a sip for him to raise his own glass and drink.
As she set her glass down on the table, she leaned her forearms on it and tilted her head up at him.
He smirked down at her, and winked, “We match.”
He waved an aloof hand between the two of them, bringing the fact that their costumes were the only two that matched into the spotlight. She grinned and nodded, laughing.
“I can only assume you had something to do with this?” She quipped, “Do I need to report a peeping Tom among us?”
He arched an eyebrow at her, pinning her with a heated stare, “I wouldn’t stoop that low. I’d seek you out and you know I would.”
She pulled back, a look of astonishment on her face. It was the most forward thing he’d said to her. Bordering on acknowledging the current between them. The one they were content to let run it’s course without ever outrightly admitting to anything.
He chuckled at her reaction and rolled his eyes playfully, “If we’re going to blame anyone, I would bet on Jemma, or one of the other crew members. They seem to enjoy causing ripples in the routine.”
She nodded in agreement and then moved to slide around the table and stand directly next to him.
“Are you having fun at least?” She asked, “You’ve been over here in this corner all night, alone.”
He glanced down at her, belatedly noticing how close she now stood to him. He swallowed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright. I’ve had something to keep me entertained the whole time.”
She raised her eyebrows at his response but the recognition of his unsaid words registering in her expression. She grabbed her drink without taking her eyes off him and took a sip.
“Well I’m glad that you’ve found something to keep you occupied.” She smiled as she set her glass back down on the table, then turned to watch her housemates on the dancefloor, “I’m sure that whatever it is was enjoying the attention you gave it.”
His grin widened as he watched her side profile. He could see as she shot a glance over at him under hooded eyes and he stepped in even closer, brushing his chest against her shoulder. In tune with his movements, she shifted on her feet until she was angled against him in an open ‘v’ towards the beach.
He bowed in closer to her, crowding her space and watching her reaction carefully. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable but she pulled him in with her presence. Everything in him wanting to be as close to her as he could possibly get. She gave him a soft smile, her eyes glittering as she looked up at him. He wanted nothing more than to grab at her hip and tug her the miniscule distance between them and line her body against his. But, he knew he shouldn’t. He flexed his fingers, curling them into a fist and then relaxing them. Leaving his hand to hang in the empty space behind her.
He let out an exhale, watching as his breath washed over her face causing her eyes to flutter shut. He ground his teeth together as her head tilted up, the column of her neck elongating. He rolled his lips together, desperately shutting down all the ideas that were starting to swirl in his head. All of the experiences he’d been turning a blind eye to now bubbling to the surface. Falling victim to his own urges, he leaned in, his lips only a few inches away from her ear and murmured her name. He felt the shiver that ran through her then kept his gaze trained on hers as she turned to meet his.
“Hey babes!” A voice called out towards them, shocking them both out of their reverie. “Come back, we miss you!”
Their attentions snapped towards the caller, both of them abruptly stepping apart. Her shoulder knocked backwards into him and he let out a soft grunt before moving to the side. However, losing his presence behind her had her stumbling into the open space. She flung a hand out in an attempt to catch the table and bring herself balance but he was faster. His reactions kicked in and he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, and tugging her forward. She fell into him, her hands landing flat against his chest, keeping her steady.
His heart raced, realizing that he’d unintentionally done exactly what he was trying to avoid moments before. She stared up at him and he stared down at her. Her chest was expanding against his, while his breath came in heavy pants. She swallowed thickly as they found themselves nose to nose, staring deep into each others eyes.
It was a long moment where they held onto each other, stunned into silence. The air around them charged with the unspoken connection between them. Sooner than he would’ve liked, he felt her breathing level out and her fingers contract against him before she was pushing away. He let her go, his arms falling back to his sides and then tucking his hands safely away into his pockets.
The music of the night slowly trickled back into his awareness and he spared a look over at the dancefloor. Jasmine was standing on the sidelines, smirking over at the two of them. He closed his eyes and let out an exhale through his nose. That could be a problem, one that he didn’t want to have but one that he also didn’t want her to have to deal with.
Realistically, nothing had even happened. Whatever it was that this was between them could easily be waved away. He didn’t want to complicate things for himself. He didn’t even know what it would mean if he fraternised with the contestants. Was it even allowed? Had there been a clause written into his contract? He didn’t remember one but he also only skimmed it, trusting his lawyers to warn him of anything truly shady. He nearly groaned out loud when he thought of all the implications that could arise.
His eyes snapped open, when a warm hand laid across his forearm, tearing him out of his thoughts. He focused his gaze and found her giving him a soft, almost shy smile. An expression he’d yet to see grace her features and it sent him reeling. A moment of true vulnerability from her and he was caught up in what his fucking contract might say.
He forced himself to calm down while she backed away, walking backwards towards the dancefloor. He angled himself to the side, studying her as she went. She kept the smile on her mouth, letting it slowly curl into a smirk and he laughed lightly to himself when he saw it. She gave him a cheeky wink and went to turn away but then paused. He held his breath, waiting for what would come next.
“Goodnight, Bravo.” She called over at him.
He laughed, his shoulders shaking with his mirth. The tension was still thick between them but she managed to find a way to dissipate it while also keeping their fire ignited. He inclined his head towards her, offering her the same sentiments and with one last bright grin, she spun around and rejoined her housemates.
He faded into the shadows, taking a moment to himself while he let his eyes wander up and down her body while she fell into step with one of the guys on the dance floor. If this had been any other situation he’d immediately have his back up, jealous and ready to start a fight. But not tonight. Not here. Something about their situation made him pause. He knew there was nothing to be up in arms about.
He had her. She had him. Whether either of them was ready to admit it or not.
He turned on his heel and with a hidden smile for himself, he retreated back to the house to call it a night.
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
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“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.”
