#cliffbeasts 6

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

Good grief, that was so bloody hot!

Good Boy

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader . Reader is a housekeeper in the hotel. Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias.

Word Count: 5900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I could only soft dom this man, ok? He deserves to be treated well but I couldn’t bring myself to dom him hard. A HUGE shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for beta-ing this for me and helping to boost my confidence that it’s not complete drab. Also a thank you to @chaoticgeminate for some ideas because I hit a soft dom wall and @write-and-buried for the gif in the moodboard (you really do have a plethora of graphics)

**Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

I’d heard that poor man ask nearly everyone in this hotel, each one turning him down for one reason or another, a mumbled apology falling from his lips. I couldn’t understand why. He was handsome in a chaotic way, his hair frazzled, dark brown eyes blown wide with I’d assume lust, but also something else. Judging by what was left in his room when I had to clean it, I would guess drugs.

And by guess I mean it is.

I’ve worked at Clifton House for a while now, long before we started housing bubbles, long before the pandemic. My parents never quite understood why I wanted to work here, always trying to push me into this degree or that job, but none of them fit. I liked Clifton House, the architecture, the grounds, the way it was out of the city but still close enough I can take a day trip. It’s quiet. I started as a simple maid and worked my way up in a few short years to head housekeeper. Technically, I don’t have to clean rooms, but this was a unique panel of guests and they needed their top person, or people, on it.

Because I was head, I was given the task of cleaning the actor’s rooms. I also think it’s because I’m the least likely to be starstruck, considering I don’t watch many movies or tv - I prefer to read. So when they showed up, I didn’t know any of them. The older one, Dustin? Looked vaguely familiar, most likely from some science fiction show my parents watched back in the day.

One of the perks of this job is that if you do it well, no one sees you. I go in when they’re not around and I’m gone long before they get back. These actors though - they were some of the worst people I’ve ever had to clean for. Messy, painting on the walls, installing workout equipment, drugs and food everywhere, not to mention clothes just dropped haphazardly on the floor, clean and dirty tossed together without a care. We’ve had celebrities and rich people stay here often, but this was a new experience with the bubble and it appeared that they did not handle a 14 day quarantine very well. They act as if they're the only ones who had to do it. We all quarantined before being allowed in Clifton House- and not all of us were waited on hand and foot.

Although the painting was pretty bad ass. I ended up leaving it as I was the only staff member who would potentially see it outside of the concierges, and they couldn’t give any less fucks. I asked them who’s room it was and they told me “Dieter Bravo.” What the hell kind of a name is that? It sounds fake. Or like a porn star. They weren’t surprised I didn’t know who it was as they knew me and my history with pop culture.

—-

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

He’s asking random people again, having been here for several weeks already. I could see the desperation in his movements, trying to overcompensate with more drugs, which definitely wasn’t helping his hyperfixation and lack of release. I quietly came out from a back room and nudged Ronjon.

“Who’s the strung out man asking to fuck everyone?”

“Ugh. That’s Dieter Bravo. Mess of a man.”

“Yes he is asking all of us if we would like to have sex with him,” Anika chimed in. “It is creepy.”

“Mmm,” you mumble, watching as Dieter flits from person to person in the room adjacent. Ronjon eyes you.

“No, no. Leave it be. Do not pity that chaotic mess.”

“I don’t pity him.”

“Pity or no, do not sleep with him, ok? You are better than that.”

Ronjon doesn’t know shit about me.

I placate him with a nod, but I watch Dieter out of the corner of my eye. This man, with the crazy hair, the blown wide eyes, hippie clothes with a stretched out neck, is the one- wait. Is that an earring? This is the man that basically recreated Goya’s Saturn with whatever he could find on the wall of his hotel room?

I returned to my office, taking inventory as I thought about him. Despite learning a bit more about him and his habits, I still didn’t understand why people were turning him down. Sure, he was a mess, and sure, he was older. Although that honestly makes him a bit hotter. But he’s also respectful, always apologizing after asking for sex, and he doesn’t seem like he has a violent bone in his body.

How can anyone resist those eyes?

—---

About a week later, I push my cleaning cart into the hallway outside my office, pausing for a moment to smooth out my skirt. I swear if this uniform were about 3 inches shorter they could sell it as a sexy Halloween costume. The owners thought it would bring a more authentic feeling to Clifton House, but I think they just wanted to see us in these ridiculous skirts. I poke my head out of the doorway to the main hall to check that it’s empty and turn just in time to see a green robe disappear around the edge of the hall. Pushing my cart back into my office, I quietly pad down the hallway to the room Dieter had entered. I stop just out of sight and hear him start to ask his now infamous question.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

Same as always, the few people in the room turn him down and he mumbles his apologies. Making up my mind, I step back around another corner, waiting for him to call the elevator. I hear him shuffle up, mumbling to himself as he jams his finger on the button. The doors bing and he shuffles forward. I quickly glance around the corner and see he’s alone in the elevator. Taking a confident breath, I walk up, jamming my arm into the doors to prevent them from closing fully. He glances up at me, his fingers nearly tugging at his hair as he looks at me over the top of his sunglasses. I give him a small smile as I walk in, standing next to him as I turn to face the now closed doors.

It’s quiet and I can feel his eyes on me as I work up the courage to ask him what I’ve wanted to ask him for weeks. I swallow down my nerves and turn to face him, finding his dark eyes on my own.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” I ask, trying to sound confident and not like a bundle of nervous energy. I never do things like this. I hadn’t even gotten laid in…we won’t go there.

He stares at me in disbelief, his eyes softening as he tries to figure out if I’m serious or not.

“Wh-what?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

His eyes never leave mine while he nods his head. “I fuckin’ doooo.”

The elevator beeps, bringing us to his floor. I take a few steps out of the elevator before realizing he hasn't moved, pure disbelief holding him in place. It’s adorable really and it starts a nearly forgotten sensation in my lower belly. Walking back to him, I gently take his hand, lacing my fingers through his as I smile and pull him down the hall. I think he finally realizes that I’m real, actually, physically, really here with him and he squeezes my hand back.

“Are you real?”

“I am.”

“Awesome,” he smiles, letting out a breath. “What’s your name?”

I tell him my name. “But you can call me Sparrow.”

His eyebrows meet in confusion, the little wrinkles on his forehead making his blown eyes appear larger. “Sparrow?”

“Yes. Small, easily hid, not noticed.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s true at all.”

He means it, I realize as we reach his door. I want to ask him something, but I’m afraid he’ll say no. And even more afraid he’ll say yes. His face is, well, beautiful. A Romanesque nose, dark chocolate eyes that are still blown wide with lust and high, patchy facial hair that has grey’s competing with his natural dark hair color. The closeness, the realization of our age difference, the fucking greys in his hair and the damn eye crinkles has me trying to push my thighs together already.

“Are you going to let me take care of you, Dieter?” There, I found the courage.

“What do you mean?” He cocks his head, that furrow appearing between his eyebrows again.

“Are you going to listen to me? Do as I say?” I try to put as much lust as I can into my voice, hoping that I don’t sound like I’m choking.

He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion as his eyes go completely dark, his chest starting to heave as he nods frantically. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good boy.”

The moan that escapes his lips is positively sinful, quickly working its way straight to my cunt, the nearly forgotten tingle causing me to choke back a gasp. I want to hear that sound again.

Opening the door, I walk inside, letting him close it behind us. He gestures around, muttering an apology at some of the mess.

“Would you like some drugs?” He means it, and I know he does as I’ve cleaned them up many times.

“I’m good, thank you. Maybe for round 2?”

He audibly whines at that, sending more tingles through me. “R-round 2?”

“Only if you’re good.” I wink at him. Who even am I right now?

I can see his growing bulge in his pants as he nods. “I’ll be so good.”

I walk up close to him, tracing a finger down the side of his face and scratching at the patchy beard hair that I had been dying to get my hands on. His skin feels soft and warm, like he’s nearly overheating. He’s humming at the back of his throat, his wide eyes glued to mine.

“Do I have your consent, Dieter?”

He nods. “Oh fuck yes. You can have anything you want.”

I smile in what I hope is a wicked way. “You have my consent as well. If you need me to stop, for whatever reason, just tell me to stop. Ok?”

He lets out a puff of air and I feel it on my face, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath, but not so heavy that he’s drunk and I would be taking advantage. Although, he’s the one propositioning everyone.

“Anything you say,” His mouth quirks up to the side in a lopsided smile, his eyelids drooping as he palms himself over his pants.

I slap his hand away, giving him a tsk tsk. “No touching yourself unless I say.”

He groans but nods, his hands opening and closing as he fidgets nervously.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

I’m debating on telling him to be quiet but fuck I love to hear him talk. His voice just does things to me and I find myself shifting, trying not to let on how fucking turned on I am.

Dieter quickly shucks his iconic green robe, his crocs kicked off and landing somewhere in the room with a thud. His pants quickly follow but he pauses at his shirt. Insecurity ripples across his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m not in the best shape.”

“You’ve walked around with no shirt under that robe before.”

“Yeah but that’s dif-hey, you were watching me?”

“How could I not? Now don’t change the topic. Take off your shirt.”

His brown eyes study my face for a moment before nodding, casting his gaze down as he pulls the shirt over his head. He holds it in front of himself like a shield, like it would prevent me from seeing his tummy.

I gently wrap my fingers around his wrists and put a small amount of pressure on them to pull them away. If he resists, I won’t push it. But he takes a deep breath through his nose as if to stable himself and then drops the shirt to the floor, standing there fully naked.

And fuck is he gorgeous.

His shoulders are broad, arms strong and he tapers down to smaller hips. He has a swell of a small tummy, probably put there by quarantine, but fuck if I don’t just love it. I want to touch it, kiss it, lick it, bite it, praise it - and I intend to do just that. I want to wipe the insecurity from his memory.

I bring my hands up to his shoulders, lightly running my fingers across the sheer size of them and give his biceps a little squeeze. I graze my fingertips over his chest and down to his tummy, feeling him flinch as I get to the source of his insecurity.

“You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you, Dieter?”

“I-I am?”

I nod, hoping my smile is still wicked. “Walking around this hotel, looking like this, trying to turn me on. Come with me.”

I take his hand and pull him over to stand in front of his full length mirror, turning him to face the mirror as I stand behind him, poking my head around him. I slide my hand from his grip and back around to his stomach, simply leaving my hand there for a moment.

“Look at how pretty you are, pretty boy. These shoulders?” I plant a kiss on his shoulder. “These arms?” I kiss that too. “This tummy?”

I move from around him and drop to my knees, rubbing my cheek across his stomach. Fuck his skin is soft. He whines, breathing out open mouthed as I start to kiss and nip at his tiny swell of tummy. Ok, time to be commanding. Or try to, anyway.

���Jerk yourself off.”

His eyes get dark again, the insecurity leaving them just a bit as he studies my face. “R-really?”

“What did I say?”

He nods and brings his hand to his hard cock, gripping it and starts to pump himself. I bite and kiss his stomach a few more times but honestly am distracted by the sheer size and girth of him now that he’s in his own massive hand. He’s definitely bigger and longer than I’ve had, his dick the perfect color, heavy, wanting, desperate for release.

“Wait,” I place my hand on his wrist and he freezes, watching my face for further instructions as I stand up.

“Take off my clothes. But don’t touch.” Fuck I want him to touch me, to kiss me, to bite me, to bend me over a chair and fuck me until I can’t remember my name. Maybe next time.

Next time? Don’t get ahead of yourself.

Dieter is respectfully restrained. His chocolate eyes hold my gaze as he leans in, reaching behind me with both hands, gently tugging on the knot that holds the decorative apron to me. It falls to the floor as his hands slide up my back, eyes never leaving mine as his fingers search for the zipper pull by the back of my neck. He finds it and gently pulls down, the zipper easily sliding towards its destination. His fingers barely touch my skin and I feel lit up, a fire blazing, burning, warm and hot deep inside me. It’s incredibly hard to keep my face fixed, to not crumble into a puddle of desire as he gently pushes the fabric off of my shoulders, sliding the dress down, and letting it pool on the floor around my feet. I flick my foot, the silky fabric sliding across the floor as his hands fumble with the bra clasp at my back. His eyes are still on mine, but the longer it takes him to undo the clasp, the less focused on me they become. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, his bottom lip curling in under it as he concentrates, his fingers getting more frantic by the moment, desperate to see what’s under the lacy fabric.

I place my hands on his chest and lightly push and his arms drop, his head falling with shame as his eyes lower away from mine. I put my finger under his chin, feeling his soft, patchy stubble and have to keep from losing my shit as I lift his head to meet my eyes. They’re wide, full of desire but also embarrassed, and a bit like a puppy.

This man is going to kill me.

I wink at him, turning around to face the mirror. A few seconds pass before I feel him at the clasp, his head dipping down to see what he was doing. The clasp comes undone and he lets out a little “Yes!” followed by a “sorry, sorry” as he starts to slide the straps down my arms. As the straps come past my wrist, I fling it off towards where I think my dress is. Honestly, in this moment, I couldn’t give anymore fucks about where my clothes are as I feel his lips gently brush my neck. My eyes close and I gasp, lips parting before I remember that I’m supposed to be in charge, that I’m supposed to take care of him.

“Y-you're not supposed to -touch.” Yeah. That sounded super confident.

“Sorry, sorry.” There it is again - that unneeded apology.

I turn back around to try and prevent any more neck kisses. If he does it again, I know I will give in and let him do whatever he wants, which wouldn’t be a bad thing but it’s not how this is supposed to go.

Our eyes find each others again as he pokes at my hips, trying to find my underwear line. I spasm, a giggle coming from me as it tickles.

“Sorry, sorry.”

His fingers are more gentle this time, deftly sliding my panties down as I kick them off and across the room, his eyes somehow never leaving mine, although they are watering around the edges, like he’s fighting the urge to scan my body.

I step behind him, holding his gaze as I push him closer to the full body mirror. My hands touch his back and he shudders, letting out a little gasp as I run them up and down, sliding them around his front to caress his chest and tummy. I feel his happy trail and run my fingers through it as my hands move closer to his dick. I poke my head around his side, wanting to watch his expressions as I trace the skin of his inner hip. His mouth is slightly open, his breathing hitching as I circle closer and closer.

“Are you going to be my good boy?” I speak quietly in his ear.

“Y-yes. Oh fuck yes,” He pants out.

I look down at his hard cock and run my finger up it, watching him twitch and gasp at probably the first touch that’s not his own in weeks, if not longer. I’m trying to resist the urge to fall to my knees, take him in my mouth and suck him dry, telling myself to be patient. Instead, I make sure he’s watching me as I bring my hand to my mouth and lick my palm a few times before bringing it back to his cock. Fuck, he’s huge. I can’t even curl my fingers around all of him but fuck if I’m not going to try my hardest. I pump him, moving my hand up and down his shaft, changing up my pacing and pattern, watching as his dick pops out from between my fingers, precum already starting to drip out.

“Of fuck, Sparrow,” He moans out as I speed up.

I tear my gaze away from his cock to look in the mirror at his face - the slack jawed expression as he watches me jerk him off, his body twitching as he gets nearer to coming. Bringing my unoccupied hand back, I slap his ass, the crack ringing out in the room and he cries out. I do it again and I feel his body tense in preparation to come, so I yank my hand away. His eyes fly open, anger now tinging the edges of his lust.

“What the fuck?”

“I haven’t said you could come yet.”

The expression on his face morphs and he’s whining at me, eyes round and large, nearly black at this point. He nods frantically, afraid if he does anything else that I’ll leave.

I walk to the bed, looking down at the absurdly difficult to wash sheets, and climb onto his bed and turn to lay on my back, propping my upper back against a few pillows. I part my legs, putting myself on full display and I see his eyes drop to my cunt, unable to keep them on my own any longer.

“Come here.”

It’s like a cartoon - he scrambles in place, trying to move as fast as he can to the bed, tripping on his last step and half falling onto the bed. He starts to crawl up the bed, crawling over me. But as his head becomes level with my cunt, I place my hand out to prevent him from moving up any further. Fuck his hair is just as soft as it looks. I need to grip it, pull it, run my fingers through it - so I do. Gripping his hair, I push his face between my legs, the heat from his breath fanning out over my wet cunt.

“Time to show me your skills, Dieter Bravo.”

The words have barely escaped my lips before his tongue is on me, licking up my slit as he devours me like a starving man. He uses his nose, that beautiful nose of his to run up through my folds, rubbing it over my clit and moaning into my pussy as he hears the absolutely unhinged sounds that are coming from…somewhere? Oh wait. That’s me. I’ve never made sounds like this before, but I’ve never been taken care of like this before. His tongue enters me, swirling around inside as his other hand comes up to play with my clit and I cry out his name, my fingers gripping his hair tighter as my pleasure builds quickly. He removes his tongue, replacing it with a finger as he circles my entrance, gathering up my arousal before pushing in. I cry his name, feeling him push in two fingers this time as he finds that spot inside me that I have a hard time reaching. He rubs it, taps it, scissors his fingers as his tongue resumes its caress of me, absolutely unaware of the ecstasy I’m feeling as I writhe under him. I feel an intense warming, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before as my climax nears the edge. I come with a cry of his name, my body lighting up as it never had before and I feel liquid gush out of me as my orgasm continues on. Dieter guides me through it, humming his content, the vibrations extending my orgasm and it’s too much and not enough. I push at his head, overstimulated with my legs twitching and feel his soft lips kiss my inner thigh before he sits up. His face shines with me, his eyes nearly disappearing with his squinty smile. I flop back into the pillows, trying to catch my breath.

“Good….boy.” I manage to pant out, hearing his faint chuckle.

If I could have that every day for the rest of time, I would. What the hell was that? Is that squirting? I’ve never done that before.

My head is finally clearing and I see him waiting for instructions at the foot of the bed.

“Do you have any suit ties?” I ask.

He laughs. “Hell no. But I do have these.”

He walks to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a box, opening it and taking out a pair of fluffy handcuffs. They’re pink fluffy handcuffs.

“I like pink,” he shrugs.

“Pink’s cool.” Lame. What a lame response. He looks down at my wrist and I jerk it back to me and move to get off the bed.

“Not for me, good boy. Lay down.”

He does, handing me the cuffs as he walks past. He settles himself on the bed, lifting his left arm over his head and putting it near the post so I can cuff it. The pink fluff is made of something soft, a cushioning under it to help prevent scrapes and cuts. I open one end and clasp it around the bedframe and clasp the other end around his wrist. He pulls on it a couple times, making sure it doesn’t move before turning his eyes up to me, waiting hopefully. It’s my turn to crawl up to him.

I do just that.

Placing my hands on his legs, I slowly slide them up, pausing at his thighs to plant a few kisses on his inner thighs. He grunts, airing puffing out from his mouth as I move up. I decide to switch it up and add in some nips here and there, my teeth barely scraping over his skin and he whines. Making sure he’s looking at me, I lock eyes with him as I kiss the tip of his hard cock, watching it twitch as his body spasms.

“Oh shit, sorry, sorry.”

Flattening my tongue, I lick up the side of him, a groan coming from him as I do this along the other side, making sure he’s nice and wet. I’m still not sure if he’ll fit in my mouth, but fuck do I want to try. I line him up, open my mouth wide, and take him, slowly inching my way down as far as I can go. Fuck he’s huge, my lips stretching to take him and I can feel my arousal burning at the thought of him entering me.

“Sparrow…” he whines out, his hand moving to grab the back of my head. He hesitates and instead takes a fistful of his blankets, knuckles going white as I pull off of him and push him back in.

Adding a little more sucking pressure, I move my hand to cup his balls and he rewards me with a mewl of my name. I pull off of him and lick a stripe up one of his balls, his dick twitching in response to match the moans coming from his beautiful lips. I do the same on the other before taking him back into my mouth. His body starts to tense under my lips and I pull off of him just before he comes. He lets out a small cry and I swear there’s a tear at the corner of one of his eyes.

“It’s not time to come yet, my beautiful boy.”

I crawl up his body again, pausing to kiss and nip at his tummy, moaning my own sounds as I do. I make it to his neck and fuck he smells good. I mean yeah he smells like whiskey and smoke, but there’s also the smell of sex and lust, and something distinctly him. I nip at his chin before dusting my lips across his, moaning into a harder kiss as he nearly pulls me in with his lips. I feel his free hand come up to cup the back of my head and I lean into it. I know it’s not very commanding of me, but it feels good to have someone touch me in this way. Our tongues dance around each other, mine coming out to swipe across his bottom teeth and he pulls me in closer, kissing me harder. I don’t want to stop kissing him, ever, but I’m in this to take care of him. I sit up and scoot down a bit, gripping his cock and lining him up with me.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Dieter. But you are not to come. Understand?”

He nods, swallowing hard.

“Good boy.”

He’s hot by my entrance, heavy and waiting as I start to slide down on him. Oh fuck he’s big, stretching me out to take all of him, a slight burn where we connect. But this burns so good and I never want it to stop. He bottoms out and I cry out, louder than the moan that had escaped when he first entered me.

“Fuck, Dieter. You-you fill me up, so good.”

“Sparrow, you’re so fucking tight I…can I come?”

I shake my head as I lift my hips from him, sliding back down on him a few more times to adjust. “No, my good boy. Not yet.”

I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I ride him, the headboard slapping against the wall as I cry out with every thrust in, Dieter’s moans mixing with mine. It doesn’t take him long to start to tense and fuck I don’t want to but I pull off him, hearing him grunt in frustration and sensitivity at the loss of me. I shift my hips forward on his body, resting my throbbing cunt against that tummy I love so fucking much. I lean down to kiss him, nipping at his chin and neck. My hips start to move and I feel the hairs on his happy trail graze across my clit and I gasp. Pulling back from the kiss, I brace myself on his arms and fully focus on grinding my hips, his tummy providing the perfect pressure to my desperate thrusts. Dieter watches me, mouth open at the fact that I’m getting myself off on his stomach.

“Oh fuck I love this TUMMY!” I come on the last word, fingernails digging into his arms as arousal leaks out of me and onto his stomach, my chest heaving with my high. I kiss him again, biting on his bottom lip as he moans into my mouth. I start to kiss a path down his body, tasting the salt from his sweat as I go. I wrap my hand around his cock and pump him, trying to pull those little high pitched moans from him as I kiss his body. He grunts out my nickname and starts to tense so I drop him and remove my touch from his body. Actual tears start falling down his flushed cheeks as he begs me to let him come over and over.

“Please, Sparrow, please.”

“You’re doing so good, but not yet sweet boy.”

He whines, taking a shaky breath as he nods.

Tossing my leg over his hips, I line him up and sink down onto his hard, aching cock, crying out his name as I spear myself on him. I can’t help it - the burn of the stretch and just him turns me on so fucking much. I ride him, gripping his chest as I speed up my hips.

“Give me your hand.” I pant out. Dieter all but throws his free hand at me and I grab it, licking his first two fingers before pulling it to my clit. “Touch me.”

He does just that, using his thumb and middle finger to part my lips and his pointer finger to rub at my clit. His fingertip is smooth, gliding over me as he rubs circles, then crosses over it, then tap, tap, taps it, fueling the raging fire growing inside me.

Fuck it. I can’t keep this up anymore.

“Oh fuck! Come for me, Dieter!” The band inside me snaps and I come, pulsing around him as I moan his name, my mouth gaping open. My entire body feels on fire with electricity, my brain simply floating away with ecstasy. I don’t remember ever feeling this way after sex. I come down, my body spasming with release and I notice that he still hasn’t come yet. So I speed up my hips, snapping them a certain way and crying out at the overstimulation.

His breathing picks up, tiny puffs of air escaping his open mouth, little moans following them. Suddenly, his hand grips my hip, his fingernails digging into my skin as he flings his head back into his pillow, my name, my actual name erupting from his lips on a cry as he comes, warm and spurting inside me, his hips sporadically thrusting as he empties himself completely. His grip on my hip remains hard and I can feel the bruises starting, deep beneath my skin and I know I’ll wear those marks with pride.

Shit, now what do I do?

I really, really want to stay, lay naked in bed with this man until we’re forced out, touching and caressing each other’s bodies. But I have no clue how he feels. Of course if he wants me to leave I’ll leave, and have no regrets. The look on his face - he’s relaxed, comfortable, satiated. His eyelids relax and that furrow between his eyebrows that I thought was permanent is smoothed out, disappearing with his release. His mouth still hangs open as he takes deep breaths to steady himself.

“I gotta get up, ok?”

“Mmm? Yeah, yeah of course.”

I try to slide off of him as gently as I can, but we both hiss at the loss of contact and I feel empty, hollow. I hate it. Walking over to his en suite bathroom, I grab a washcloth and clean myself up, grabbing another and bringing it back over to the bed. His eyes are closed and I touch his arm, waiting for him to look at me.

“I’m gonna wash you off, ok?”

“I-I can do that.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m taking care of you.”

He nods, letting me wipe him down and toss the rag back in a basket in the bathroom. That he obviously doesn’t use because there’s clothes everywhere. I bend down to pick them up and have to remind myself it’s not the time.

Now what?

I walk back out and glance around the room, moving to collect my things before sitting next to him on the bed. He watches me move around and when I finally sit next to him, he looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. They’re chocolate brown, the lust has left them but simmers at the edges as he watches me.

“I-can I stay?” I nearly whisper. God I hope he says yes and I’m not making a fool of myself.

His entire face lights up. “You want to stay?”

“If that’s alright.”

“Yes! I mean, yes. Please.” He scoots over and pulls the blanket back, patting the bed, a wide grin spreading across his face, and fuck there are the eye crinkles.

I drop my clothes and slide in, cuddling up to him as he wraps his arm around me. He nuzzles his nose into my hair and I hear him whisper “Sorry, sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my good boy.”

—----

He wakes several hours later and she’s gone. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sad, already missing her presence despite only meeting her today. Or was it yesterday? Fuck, did he make her up? Was it the drugs?

He throws his arms out to the side and one of them lands on something hard. Confused, he pats the bed and grabs the object, or objects. Kit-Kats. Not just the regular ones he likes but new flavors - Green Tea, Cherry Blossom, and Tiramisu. He grins, a full ear to ear grin as he sees them. His eyes land on a sticky note attached to the top one. He pulls it off and holds it closer to his face to read it.

“Next time, it's your turn to tell me what to do.”

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[nicolethered]

Every time Pedro dies onscreen, suggested by @lokischocolatefountain (spoiler follow):

Eddie, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 4x01 The Freshman (1999)

Kevin “Kip” Green, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, 8x08 The Glory That Was... (2009)

Special Agent Greer, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, 12x24 Smoked (2011)

Liam, Nikita, 3x08 Aftermath (2013)

Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones, 4x08 The Mountain and the Viper

Agent Juan Badillo, Graceland, 1x09 Smoke Alarm

Max Phillips, Bloodsucking Bastards (2015)

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels, Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)

Dave York, The Equalizer 2 (2019)

*Thank you to @xxhypersomnia for reminding me about Dieter's overdose in The Bubble (2022)

Dieter Bravo as Gio in Cliffbeasts 6, The Bubble (2022)

Santos The Penis Collector, Drive Away Dolls (2024)

[vanemando15]

For The Love Of Kit-Kat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem!reader

Rating: Mature - 18+ Only!

Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

A/N:  @musings-of-a-rose gave me this idea and I kinda rolled with you.

Growing up with Dieter was always an adventure. You met him your first day of first grade on Valentine’s Day. No one gave you anything because nobody knew you. When you came back to your new assigned desk from lunch that day you had a Kit Kat bar with a child handwriting saying: 

“Will You be My Valentine? Check off Yes or No? Dieter Bravo

You didn’t know who Dieter Bravo was until 6 year old Dieter came up to you and announced himself. 

"Hi, I'm Dieter and want to be my friend?"

With glee you nodded with excitement and your life with Dieter was never the same. As the years went by you and Dieter were inseparable. Experiencing everything together. In 7th grade you both shared your first kiss at a party while playing Truth or Dare. Since that day your crush on him started. When the both of you entered High School Dieter told you that he wanted to be an actor and one day win an Oscar. You wanted to be a lawyer and UCLA was the college of dreams. With both of your dream places colliding you made a pact that after graduation you both would move out to California and pursue your dream careers. When senior prom came around you knew that you were going together but everything changed when he told you that he was going to prom with his crush. Heartbroken as you were, you accepted that if there was a chance between you and Dieter it went out the door once you found out he was going with someone else. After Prom he finally got together with his crush and you became a distant memory to him. Dieter spent all his time with new gf and you became an afterthought to him. One afternoon he showed up to your house with news that he was finally moving to California. Caught off guard because he hadn’t mentioned anything to you about you being disappointed but everything came tumbling down when he told you that his girlfriend was coming with him. Seemingly he had forgotten the pact that you both made years ago. 

Here was your one shot to tell Dieter your true feelings for him after all these years. Maybe he would change his mind and stay to be with you but nevertheless you gave one last hug and wished him the best.

As Dieter drives away you run to your bedroom and weep for the rest of night never knowing that you didn’t express to him your true feelings and that you would never see him again. 

5 years later

"Bonjour, I am checking in."

"Bonjour ma’am. Let me take your bags to your room."

Life has gone well for you. When you found out that you didn’t get accepted to UCLA this came as a great eye opener.  Getting into the law program in the University of Miami was your opportunity to start a new adventure and you took the chance. After graduation you had received an offer from Miami’s top law firm to which you had accepted. As part of their requirements you had to visit their law firm partners in Paris for training. Everything was falling in line for you except the one thing “Love”.  Relationships came and went but nothing was good enough for you. In the back of your  mind you compared every man you dated to what Dieter was and could have been if you had told him that day but yet you find yourself all alone thinking of “What If”. Dieter on the other hand became an elite actor and after his breakout role he completed his goal and finally won his Oscar.  Ever since the day he told you he was leaving for California he never called you again. You felt that he erased you from his life. As hurt as you were that day you managed to pull through and move on. 

If there was somewhere you always wanted to go it was Paris. The city of Love as people called it. Back at home you had various pictures of Paris all over your room. One thing was seeing it online another thing was seeing it in person. Your law firm had placed you in a hotel that was right in front of the Eiffel Tower. Astonished and excited as you were to explore the city you had to deal with your new bosses for 3 days but after that you were free to explore the city as you pleased.

3 days later

The last 3 days were brutal and exhausting. Not only was the language barrier an issue but you didn’t expect to be working so much in only 3 days. You literally felt that the last 3 days were just one long day. The routine was leaving your hotel room at 7am and not coming back until 10 or 11 pm every night. By the time you got back to the hotel room service was closed and you had to go out to the local market and grab a quick bite. But at last, on your last work night, you decided that you were going to go to a hotel bar. It felt like a breath of fresh air to walk into a bar, being cooped up in a law firm for the past 3 days made you feel trapped, but now you had a taste of freedom to do whatever you wanted now on this trip.

The hotel bar was a little crowded, and you had no idea why it was for being a hotel bar.

Bonjour Mademoiselle what can I get for you? The bartender asked.

Bonjour can I get a jack and coke please? Make it double please. 

A few minutes later the bartender placed your drink in front of you. You thanked him and started reaching for your purse when the bartender interrupted you.

Oh no this was paid for already.

Paid for? By whom?

That gentleman in the corner. He says that apparently, he knows you.

The bartender then placed in front of you something that automatically reacted to think who it was.

He also told me to give you this.

He places a Kit Kat bar with a note inside saying “Hi”.

You grabbed the Kit Kat and astonished as you were you couldn’t believe that it could possibly be him.

Dieter?

Indeed, it was Dieter. You had not seen Dieter in 5 years. 5 years since he left your driveway to pursue his new career and now, he was walking towards you. You quickly downed your drink and the bitter after taste left your face twisted. However, it worked for the moment because you felt more relaxed and ready to assess the situation that is currently happening. Though you have seen how he looked based on social media, another thing was how he looked right in front of you. He had his long brown hair with soft curls, a very chiseled face and as you remember his big brown eyes.

Hey you! It’s been a long time.

Your body had frozen. Lost for words and not knowing how to react he gives you a hug and you return the favor.

Dieter, yes it has. How have you been? What are you doing here? Out of all places in the same hotel as me.

Great, I’m finishing up a movie here and the production company placed me here while we move sets. How have you been?

You couldn’t believe that you were sitting next to Dieter after so many years being apart. Dieter ordered drinks and the both of you moved to the corner of the bar. While the room was very crowded you both managed to be alone in this booth. As the night went on their conversation flowed naturally. Talking and reminiscing stories about the things you both did together back home and surprisingly you felt comfortable around him like it had not been years since you guys had been apart. The liquid courage also helped at the same time. 

Can I be honest with you? Dieter asked while taking a sip of his drink.

Oh boy! Dieter being honest, that's a first! You replied giggling. 

Dieter moved closer to you and grabbed your hand.

I have been thinking of you for the past year and have been wanting to call you. 

You blushed. 

Why didn’t you call me? I haven’t changed my number. 

I was embarrassed to call you. I think we left things on bad terms when I moved out to California.

You slowly looked into his eyes and intertwined your fingers with his.

Well you should have called. I would have answered.  

Both looking into each other's eyes and only inches apart Dieter grabbed your hand and moved your fallen little hair out of your face. There was no space between the both of you now. Dieter inched yourself closer. Dieter placed a short and soft kiss onto yours and slowly retreated back a few inches. You both smile while deeply looking at each other again. This was your opportunity to be with Dieter. You didn't hold anything back and couldn’t resist him any longer. Breaking apart Dieter grabbed your hand and slowly got up from the booth and the both of you knew what was going to happen next. 

Dieter took you to his hotel room and the both of you laid on his bed. You didn’t hesitate and you grabbed the back of Dieter's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Your energies were synced. The long awaited moment you wanted was finally happening but did he feel the same? At the moment you didn’t think that you just wanted to take advantage of this moment. As the kisses became more passionate the items of clothing started peeling off.  Dieter grabbed you and lifted you onto his knee and you started straddling him. All that both of you cared for was for being together at this moment. You would tease him by biting his lower lip and in return he would wander his hands all over your naked body. You convinced yourself that you were dreaming, for years you had awaited to be touched by him. You would pass your fingers through his long curls. Breaking apart you long hear the words you have been wanting to hear from Dieter.

I have always wanted you but I never had the courage to tell you. 

Surprised by those words you grabbed him and placed a rough and desperate kiss on his lips. Dieter started teasing you as he began to trace his finger on your inner thigh. You let out a soft low loan from the pleasure you were receiving. The both of you were hungry for each other and the both showed each other that the rest of the night. 

The next two days you both didn’t get out of the hotel room. All you enjoyed was each other and room service. Dieter had convinced you to stay a couple of extra nights in which you did. The law firm was able to extend your starting date for a week later which gave you more time to spend with Dieter. One night Dieter invited you to dinner at the Eiffel Tower. 

Eiffel Tower are you serious Dieter?

Yes I know that is somewhere you always talked about going.

You remembered.

Of course why would I not? I remember everything we always talked about. 

So this is our first date?

He gives out a small giggle and places a soft kiss on the lips.

I think we have surpassed the first date ma’am. Now go get ready, the limo will pick you up in two hours.

A limo wow you are going all out Mr. Bravo. 

Anything for you missy.  

You quickly left his room and headed towards yours and started getting ready. Nearly an hour passed by and you still had nothing to wear. Everything you had packed you felt that it wasn’t suitable to go on a date with Dieter. This was THE FIRST DATE ever with Dieter. Being that it was, you had to look amazing. After shuffling through all your clothes you stumbled upon a dress and realized this was the one. You started getting your hair and makeup ready hoping that you would finish on time. As you were putting on your shoes you heard a knock on the door and quickly got your things and headed out towards the limo. 

The limo dropped you off right at the entrance of the Eiffel tower. 

Ma’am Mr. Bravo is waiting for you inside.

Trying not to fall in your heels you slowly walked in and took the elevator and led you to a private room on top of the Eiffel Tower as elevator doors open and you see him. Dieter was staring at the beautiful sight of Paris. He was wearing a black high neck turtleneck with a matching blazer and black skinny jeans. His hair was slit back and he was wearing his black glasses. He looked so handsome. You politely tapped him on the shoulder.

Hey there.

Dieter turned and was lost for words upon seeing how beautiful you looked. 

Wow you look gorgeous. 

Thank you Dieter. You don't look bad yourself. 

He grabbed your hand and not wanting to ruin your makeup she placed a kiss on your cheek. 

Shall we?

Why yes Mr. Bravo.

Dieter this has been an amazing night. Being with you, being here in Paris, eating in the Eiffel Tower I don't know how I can ever repay you.

Stay with me. 

Stay with you? What do you mean?"Dieter I have to go back." 

Stay here with me until I finish the movie."

"Dieter you know I can’t. I can’t just stop my life to be with you. I have my family, my friends and my job that I worked super hard to get. 

You're a lawyer and you can get a job anywhere. 

Dieter It's not that simple. These past couple of days have been one of the best days in my life. Seeing you again brought all the feelings that I never got to tell you until now. As much as I want to stay I can’t. 

I haven’t felt this way in a long time. The day I came to your house I was going to tell you how I felt about you even though I was with someone else. 

Why didn’t you tell me? I wanted to tell you as well but there was no point you were leaving anyways. 

I didn’t tell you because I knew you would have dropped everything and left with me but also you wouldn’t have had the career that you have now. I remember you always saying you wanted to be a lawyer and look now you are. 

That’s why I have to go back to Dieter. 

You grabbed your purse and slowly got out of your chair.

Dieter I think it’s best we end this on a high positive note before our feelings get the best of us. 

As you are walking towards the elevator door he stops you. Puts both of his hands on your face as if this was the last time you would see him. 

Don’t leave please. I love you.

With a year streaming down your face you grab his hands and slowly push them down and walk inside the elevator door.

Dieter I love you too but we aren’t meant to be. 

The elevator door closes and you leave Dieter all alone.

Walking alone in Paris was something you saw in the movies. Heartbroken woman walking down after leaving the love of her life back at the Eiffel Tower. This trip was life changing. A soon to be memory. Endless phone calls and text you would receive from Dieter but no response back. You spent the rest of night in your bed while still wearing the dress and without taking out your makeup. 

Morning rises and you are slow to get up. Today you were going to spend it alone before heading back home the next day. You went to a local cafe and there you spotted a lovely older couple. Watching them looking into each other's eyes, giggling like school kids made you wonder if one day you will have that same happiness. You wanted to be happy for once and in that moment you decided what you were going to do. 

What felt like 5 minutes getting there you quickly arrived at your hotel and headed towards the elevator door. You pressed the number for Dieter's floor and anxiously waited for the elevator to get to it. Fidgeting as you were, you had made the decision that you were going to stay with Dieter and explore the possibilities that this relationship can take you. You finally realized that everything Dieter told you he meant and it was a huge risk leaving everything in your life but maybe the universe was pushing to him and this was the happiness that you deserved. 

The door opens and you zoom to his room. Reaching his room you quickly knock on the door.

Dieter! Dieter! It’s me. Open the door please. 

You paced yourself outside the hotel room. The nerves kicked in when you heard the sound of the lock being turned and the door slowly opening. Dieter said no words as he spoke with his eyes. He appeared shocked to see you.

What are you doing here?

Dieter I had a couple days of thinking and I finally decided. Can I come in and we can talk?

I think it's best that you don’t.

What do you mean Dieter?

An unfamiliar voice is heard in the background and pulls the door away from Dieter. 

Anika?

The mysterious woman responds back to you.

Yes I am and you are?

At that moment you felt disgusted and at that moment you just wanted to disappear and erase everything that was happening.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Anika looked at Dieter.

Is this the girl you were talking about?

You looked with anger at Dieter. 

Wait, she knows about me? You have been talking to her about me? How could you?

My love, let me explain. Dieter desperately whispered as he went to grab your hand and you quickly blew him off.

You don't have to explain anything to me. How can I be such a fool? It was a mistake coming here. After everything you were still with Anika. For once tell me the truth.

"How many times do I need to tell you me and Anika are not together."

"Why would she just show up to Dieter? 

He finally confesses that he had indeed called her to come to Paris to meet up and potentially get back together but when he saw you again after so many years everything changed and he had forgotten to tell Anika not to come. You didn’t know if you could believe him or not but that moment you had to leave

I need to leave. I can’t be around you Dieter. I’m sorry. 

You stormed down the hallway.

Baby! Please come back. He shouted. But you were far too gone to even listen to him.   

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach and had your heart ripped out of your chest. Having wanted to believe every word that Dieter said was hard to swallow. Finding out that Anika was there gave you more reason not to. The following day arrived and it was time to go home. After spending the whole night feeling sorry about yourself you made the decision to get up and start getting productive and preparing your things to head out to the airport. You finished packing within the hour. With time to spear you figured to get lunch at a nearby cafe before grabbing a cab to the airport. As you try to capture the sights and sounds of Paris for one last time you look at the Eiffel Tower and remember that perfect night. Confessing your true feelings to Dieter was one of the hardest things you had ever done. Making love to him for the first time is a memory that couldn’t escape your mind. The touch of his hand passing over your soft skin or kissing every part of your body was something that couldn’t escape your mind but yet the aftermath of it all erased everything you felt about Dieter. Yes it had been over 5 years since you had seen Dieter and based on what the entertainment world reported about him he was always listed as the bad boy but yet you still found the real Dieter when he was with you these past couple days. Deciding to not to stay with him was the hardest decision you could do 

The waiter comes to your table and hands you over a note. 

Mademoiselle this for you.

You grab the note from the waiter's hands.

Merci.

You quickly opened it without hesitation. When you opened the envelope a little card felt out curious as you were about it as you picked it up. Seeing this brought everything into reality and truth was finally out. 

“Will You be My Valentine? Check off Yes or No? Dieter Bravo"

It was the card that Dieter had given you on Valentine’s Day when you both met along with a Kit Kat. Lost for words your eyes start getting watery and Dieter slowly pops up next to you. 

“You have always been the one for me. Yes it did take years for me to realize that. But I always held his card in my wallet with hope that one day I can finally realize what you mean to me”.

You slowly grabbed his face and brought your lips to his and shared the most passionate kiss. 

Life was finally where it should be. 

You and him.

——-

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Calls from the bubble

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it’s complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader

Potential Triggers: Therapist/patient consunsual FWB relationship

Warnings: implied sex, mentions of drugs

I’m trying something different with this little thing. Happy Friday 💙

Los Angeles, 3:33 a.m. / UK 11:33 a.m.

 „I can’t do this.“

„D… Dieter?“

„I’ve been stuck in this room for four hours. That’s two-hundred-forty minutes. And… And I have thirteen days to go. That’s three-hundred-thirty-two hours and one-hundred-ninety…”

“Dieter. We talked yesterday. It’s 3 am….”

“Were you asleep? You’re my friend, you gotta be….”

“I’m your therapist. And even I have to sleep some time Dieter.” Boundaries. You needed boundaries.

“You weren’t my therapist 48 hours ago when you were sucking my…”

“Good night, Dieter. Call me again in seven hours.”

“But…”

“Just… Unpack your suitcase, take a bath and order some food. You’re in a hotel, I’m sure you’ll survive two weeks of quarantine with room service.”

“They do have KitKat in the mini bar.”

“See.”

“A KitKat and some coke. Good idea. Thank you.”

“That’s not what I was…”

 But the line was already dead.

[chaoticgeminate]

Calls from the Bubble: Painting

Series Masterlist | Steph's Masterlist | My Masterlist

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it’s complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Notes: Group project with @toomanystoriessolittletime as the ring-leader 💙

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader

Potential Triggers: Therapist/patient consunsual FWB relationship

Warnings: implied sex, mentions of drugs

Los Angeles, 12:15pm / UK 8:15pm

“What do you mean you’re painting?”

“I’m painting. Or getting ready to paint.”

“Dieter…” There was just something in his tone.

“I’m bored and nobody wants to have sex, so I made paint.”

“What are you painting?” He had to be high on something.

“I was thinking about Saturn, by Goya.” Again, his tone made your eyes narrow.

“Why that piece in particular?”

“It speaks to me, you know? Isn’t that what art is supposed to do?”

“It is Dieter but I’m concerned about those particular pieces speaking to you.”

“You know about Goya’s Black Paintings?”

“I’m a therapist Dieter, of course I have knowledge about paintings done by a man paranoid and mistrusting of the world around him.”

“Didn’t think of it like that, you sound sexy when you get all smart like that.”

“Dieter…”

“I think I have a new muse, I’ll send you a picture later. What colour was that lingerie you wore the last time we were together?”

“You aren’t painting me-”

“I remember now.”

“Dieter-”

He hung up on you before you could protest and wouldn’t answer when you tried calling him back. A call to the hotel was definitely in order.

[musings-of-a-rose]

I Hate That I Like You - Part 1

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 4700+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only! NSFW

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: We’ve only got a teaser trailer, a promo pic, and a behind the scenes in character video, but I couldn’t resist writing this! So please note this came out before the movie and so I’m making wild assumptions. Also this will be a 2 part series because apparently I don’t know how to do short stories so much.

I’m also posting this as a thank you for 300 followers! I am BEYOND humbled and can’t believe 300 of you have chosen to hit the follow button. It truly means the world to me!

Shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair and @icanbeyourjedi for bouncing ideas with me!

**Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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“This will look good on my resume, this will look good on my resume..” you chant to yourself while also cursing at the fact you agreed to sign on to this movie.

A movie being filmed inside a damn bubble, thanks to world situations being what they are.

“We would like to make you an offer to work on Cliff Beasts 6.” Your manager reads off to you, indicating the salary. “Wow, they upped the hourly rate. They must be desperate.”

“Hey!” you smiled at your manager who smiled back. You two had been friends since childhood and worked together well. You had been working as a hair stylist in Hollywood for a while now, quickly working your way through various sets and earning yourself a reputation in the field for being creative, efficient, and quick - plus the talent loved you.

“There’s a catch.”

You sigh. “Of course. What is it?”

“With all the new protocols, you’ll have to quarantine for 14 days before you can work.”

“That’s fine by me. I have some reading to catch up on.”

“AND you’ll be secluded, in a bubble of sorts, when on set.”

You pause. “What does that mean?”

“It means, once you’re through quarantine, there’ll be no leaving the set for anything until the shoot is over.”

“So I’ll be stuck there with everyone?”

“Yup. And there’s more.”

“What else could they possibly want?”

“You’re going to be fully assigned to an actor. That means all their hair, on set, off set, during shooting, etc.”

“So sort of like a key hairstylist specifically for an actor.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok that’s not terrible. Who do they want me for?”

She hesitates a moment, looking back down at her list. “Dieter Bravo.”

You think for a moment, pinching your thumb and forefinger to the bridge of your nose.. “How much does it pay again?”

—

Quarantine wasn’t too bad. 14 days alone in a hotel room with food being delivered to you. You managed to get through a couple books and binge watch a few shows and movies during this time while coming up with some alternate hair ideas to present to the key hairstylist that’s leading everyone, just in case something ends up not working. Or the actor loses his shit.

You put the last few things in place in your trailer where you’re going to be doing Dieter’s hair (his makeup team will also share with you). Begrudgingly you admit to yourself that you were slightly curious to see if the rumors about Dieter were true, that he was often late, paid little to no attention to his staff (unless they were hot or fawning over him of course), and was, generally, a cocky, entitled, asshole. You had no high hopes but purely because you knew you’d be spending a few months working directly with him, you hoped the rumors were at least a little harsh.

They weren’t.

The first day he was to show up for a trial run of hair and makeup, he was over 2 hours late. He flung open the door to the trailer, not lifting his eyes from the phone in his hand, and shuffle strutted over to the chair, sitting down and crossing his legs. He said nothing to you nor either of the other makeup girls who were there, confirming the truth to the rumors. The three of you glanced at each other before getting up to work, making sure your masks were secure, but apparently weren’t moving fast enough because Dieter’s hand shot in your direction and he snapped a few times, the universal signal for “hurry the fuck up”.

This guy here.

The three of you made it work, now having to move quicker because of his tardiness, occasionally tripping over each other. You were supposed to have your time after they were done to avoid situations like this, but you managed still. Once you were all finished, Dieter annoyingly drug his eyes away from his phone to glance in the mirror, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up and shuffled out, not even waving bye.

“What an asshole,” one of the makeup girls said. Laughing, you all swapped insults as you cleaned up and gathered your on site supplies, rushing out the door to make it to the rehearsal.

—----

Things did not improve much from there.

Dieter arrived more or less on time after that, no doubt after being reprimanded by someone way above your pay grade. You’re not sure if this was actually more annoying because it meant having to spend more time in his presence, which only agitated you more. He would either stare at his phone, completely absorbed in his social media, laughing, scoffing, or making passing comments to himself, outloud. Or he would nap, head lolling to the side which made your job, and that of the makeup girls, much more difficult. Waking him wasn’t an option - he was either a deep sleeper or really good at ignoring you.

The pay was great, sure, but the one thing you were clinging to is how good this will look on your resume. Working on one of 2 movies that were actually shooting during these times will definitely boost your credibility. You were already doing fairly well with your reputation, but this would boost you up to the next level. You may be able to book key hair stylist gigs after this one.

Bubble restrictions still required you to wear masks or face shields, sometimes both, nearly always, especially around the actors and the crew deemed “most important” (directors, producer, etc). While you stood around waiting to adjust Dieter’s hair on set, you wondered what everyone looked like without a mask. Then you’d be brought back to reality when you heard that awful voice Dieter spoke in while in character. It was so ridiculous and over the top, which makes sense for the movie, you supposed.

—----

Several weeks after arriving on set, you got restless in your room. It was late and there wasn’t a night shoot so you decided to risk a walk down to the kitchen to get something to eat and to get a change of scenery. You put on your mask and quietly walked down to the kitchen, which wasn’t far from where everyone was staying.

It was completely empty.

Grateful for the lack of people, you quickly made yourself a sandwich and grabbed a drink, heading back out front of the kitchen and sitting at one of the tables crammed against a wall. There were a few tables scattered around, at least 6ft from anything of course. Setting your plate down, you shift the chair to face out at the area in front of you and sit, taking off your mask and setting it on a napkin on the table.

A few minutes later, one of the new food assistants comes crashing into view, storming up to the kitchen muttering to herself. She emerges a few minutes later, seemingly with the same sandwich on her plate as she stomps back off across the courtyard. She repeats this process once more, even more agitated than before. When she comes back a third time, you set the last bit of your sandwich down and watch her as she comes out of the kitchen.

“...can’t make a sandwich - MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN SANDWICH THEN, DIETER!” She’s speaking in loud mumbles to herself, not even realizing you’re there. She stomps off in the opposite direction, and you smirk to yourself. Good for her.

About 10 minutes later, you look up from the book you had brought to see Dieter Bravo himself walking towards the kitchen. He looks annoyed at being put out, the audacity of him having to walk to the kitchen himself to find the girl to demand his sandwich. He flings the door open, green corduroy robe flowing behind him and disappears inside, coming out a few seconds later after seeing she wasn’t there. He stops just outside the kitchen, looking around the courtyard.

Sighing, you say “She left.”

Dieter jumps, turning in your direction, a look of surprise on his face as he only just realized you were there.

“She left? Where did she go?”

“I don’t know. Mumbled something about “make your own sandwich””. Why the hell is he wearing sunglasses inside? At night?

Dieter glances around again, his hands on his hips. “Well that’s great.”

You hoped he would leave then, let you sit here in peace and finish your sandwich and read, but you weren’t that lucky. His eyes land back on you and he shifts his sunglasses down his nose a bit, visibly checking you out over the tops of his frames. You roll your eyes and look back down at your book, hoping he would get the hint.

He didn’t.

Dieter struts over to you, taking off his sunglasses and hooking them to the collar of his shirt. He pulls out the chair across from you and sits down, leaning to one side as he cocks his head, scanning you up and down.

Ugh.

“You know, I’m one of the main actors in this film.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

He smiles. “Oh, did you recognize me?”

“You could say that.”

He smirks again, meeting your eyes with a ton of confidence, as if no one has ever turned him down. “Where did you recognize me from?”

“From your makeup chair. I do your hair.”

His eyebrows furrow together. “No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Since when?”

“Since the beginning of the shoot 6 weeks ago.”

Rallying, he replies “I think I would remember a face as pretty as yours.” He waggles his eyebrows, seemingly unphased by the fact that he’s seen you for hours at a time, every day for weeks and doesn’t recognize you.

You stand, gathering up your things and you see his smile falter. Good.

“You probably would, if you ever looked up long enough to say hi.”

You walk past him without giving him a chance to answer.

—----

The next morning, you walk to your trailer, intending to set a few things up before the makeup girls come in. To your surprise, Dieter is sitting in the chair, no one else around. He’s scrolling on his phone and looks up when you open the door, a smile stretching across his face as he turns off the screen and shoves his phone in his pocket.

“Are you the hair girl?”

You sigh, stepping in and closing the door behind you. “I am.”

He’s got one leg propped up on the counter in front of him, the top 2, no 4 buttons on his shirt are open and he’s running his hand along his shoulder inside the shirt.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Bravo?”

He lets out a raspberry. “Please, call me Dieter.”

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Bravo?”

His eyes move up and down your body again, landing back on your face. “You can take your mask off for me, so I can see that beautiful face of yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignore this comment and move about the trailer, setting up what you needed. You feel his eyes on you the entire time and you find yourself growing more agitated by his presence with each passing minute.

You stand next to him, shuffling things around in the drawer in front of you. Glancing up in the mirror, you see his gaze shift from your ass to your eyes, smirking when you glance away quickly.

“So…are you a fan of my work?” he asks.

“Some of your earlier movies were great.” You answer in a bored tone, continuing to organize what you need.

“Liked what you saw, eh sugar lips?” You know he is smirking even without looking at him.

Pulling out the traveling case you brought with you on set and ignoring the nickname, you answer him in a distracted tone. “Yeah in your younger days you weren’t half bad to look at.”

He gets quiet for a moment and you replay what you said in your mind, realizing you may have bruised his ego. Good. But you weren’t a complete asshole so you look up at him, an apology forming on your lips until you see his face.

He’s staring at you, his eyes glazed over with something…lust? A cocky smile on his face as he pulls his arm out of his shirt and settles further into the chair.

“You think I’m attractive?”

Shit. That’s not what you had meant.

“In that film..what was it… Spanish Nights?” you pretend to think, even pausing in your work to add to the effect. “You were alright. That was a while ago though.”

You resume your task but notice that the smile on his face falls slightly. Despite how much you don’t like him, you feel a little bad about what you said. But before you can say anything, the makeup team enters and it’s time to start your day.

—----

It’s annoying now that he sees you. You didn’t realize how much you actually liked him ignoring you until now. In between takes, if he’s not running lines, he’s talking to you, telling you stories about his past projects, crazy stories about ex girlfriends, anything he can think of.

“You hear the accent I’m using? I came up with that! They heard me and insisted I use it for the film! What do you think, sugar lips ?” His eyes were big and round, brown orbs looking at you hopefully, as you continued to adjust his hair on set between takes.

You’re about to answer when you see his eyes shift behind you briefly and you chance a glance, disguising it as a stretch. A woman walks past, her hips swaying as she walks, tossing her perfect hair over her shoulder, revealing her perfect cleavage. You roll your eyes and look back at Dieter, hating him a little more now.

“Not a fan.”

—----

A few weeks of this goes by, Dieter debating with himself on whether he should continue to pursue you or act cool and aloof. It’s clear that the “charming hot famous actor” bit has always worked for him before and here you were, unaffected by that charm.

One morning you walked into the trailer, Dieter already sitting and waiting for you, as per his new normal routine. The makeup girls came in, did what they needed to do and left you with him. He continues telling you stories about himself as you work, smiling and winking at you every time he could catch your eye in the mirror. When you were finished, he turned towards you and took your hand, which surprised you. Dieter wasn’t typically physical with anyone on set unless it was behind closed doors, so-to-speak.

“Why don’t you take your mask off for me? I want to see that beautiful face again. It’s all I can think about since that night with the sandwich.”

You lean down to get eye level with him and he smiles wider, shifting in his seat to meet you head on.

“What’s my name?” you ask him.

His eyes widen for a moment and it’s like you can see the wheels spinning in his brain, desperately trying to remember if you’ve ever told him your name.

“That’s why.” You pull your hand from his grip, grab your case, and head out the door, heading to the first set of the day.

—----

He hadn’t spoken to you the rest of the day, but to be fair he hadn’t really had a chance. There were a ton of reshoots and new lines to work, these scenes being heavier on the action than others.

After the final “CUT!” of the day, which had turned into evening, you head back to the trailer, the makeup girls tossing their case inside and heading out to get food by the kitchens.

“I’ll be there in a bit. Just need to clean out my case - that hairspray leaked everywhere.”

Taking everything out of your case, you carefully wipe down each item, tossing the combs and brushes into your jar of cleaner. You wipe down the case, spraying into every corner and cursing out the manufacturers of the bottle. It was apparently not meant to do anything other than sit on a shelf and what good is that? Sliding the open case over to the corner to let it air dry overnight, you hear the trailer door open and close behind you.

“Was dinner a bomb- oh.” It wasn’t the makeup girls. It was Dieter.

“Sorry. Thought you were the girls. The makeup girls.” you clarify for him.

“Nope. Just me.” He flashes that cocky smile at you and you just want to reach out and slap it off his face.

“What do you want, Mr. Bravo?” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“I told you to call me Dieter.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I insist.”

“I don’t have to do everything you tell me to.”

He puts his hands up. “Hey, hey. I came in here to try and make peace and all you do is start shit.”

You scoff. “I start shit? Mr. I-can-only-talk-about-myself-and-give-2-craps-about-anything-else?”

“You’re not a nice person.” He takes a step towards you.

Your jaw drops open, offended as you are a nice person to nearly everyone else in the world. He just makes being nice to him so difficult.“Yeah? Well you’re extremely entitled, self absorbed, and a jerk. And you have a stupid earring.”

He gasps and it nearly makes you laugh. “How dare you insult the earring!”

You step towards him. “I shouldn’t. It definitely fits your aesthetic.”

Dieter steps closer to you. “Yeah? And what is my aesthetic?”

“Pompous asshole.” A small step towards him, just a couple feet from him.

“Yeah? Well yours is angry bitch.”

Something inside you snaps and you slap him across the face, the sound echoing off the walls of the small trailer. His face turns to the side with the force and he rights himself, his gaze boring into you as his expression changes.

You grip his shirt and pull him to you just as he closes the space between you, your lips crashing against each other. He immediately deepens the kiss and you let him, feeling his tongue massage yours and you hate to admit it but he’s actually good at this. You bite his lip as you pull back, reaching up to grab those damn sunglasses from his face, throwing them on the counter behind you.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

You launch yourself at him and he falls back, laughing as he lands. His laugh is cut off as you quickly straddle him, working to open the 2 buttons that were actually closed on his damn shirt. But the buttons wouldn’t come open so you grip his shirt and pull, the 2 buttons popping off and flying across the trailer in opposite directions.

“Hey that’s my shirt!”

“Oh shut up you barely use buttons anway.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Dieter exclaims as he starts tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“You’re an asshole,” you respond, ripping your shirt up and over your head, tossing it across the trailer and reaching for the clasp on your bra. You undo that and chuck it, feeling Dieter's hands grab your breasts and start massaging them. Giving into the feeling for just a moment, you grab his wrists and pull them from you, pushing them down on either side of his head.

“No touching.”

His eyes are wide, lust blown and angry, but he listens, growling into the kiss you give him as you bite his lip, pressing your chest against his bare skin. Grinding your hips, you swallow the moans that come from him.

“I hate that you’re soft,” he groans into your mouth.

Standing, you undo your pants, sliding them down and off along with your underwear, but before you can straddle him again, Dieter sits up, grabbing the backs of your thighs and rubbing them while he stares at your core, his rings cold against the heat of your skin.

“I hate that I want to touch you, bury my face into you,” he says as he moves closer to your apex.

“I hate that you’re still talking.”

Pushing him back down, you straddle him again and move your hands to his pants, fumbling with the tie as you try to undo it. Why does he wear these awful pants??

To your surprise, he grabs your upper arms and pulls you to him, staring into your eyes briefly before he kisses you, winding his tongue through your mouth. You lean into it, temporarily losing yourself in the kiss. Why does he have to be good at this? There’s a moment, something that passes between you both, but before you have time to dwell on it, he pushes you up.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

Your hands find the tie on his pants and finally undo it, and Dieter tries to help you shove his pants down, both of you breathing heavily into the small space. But you keep bumping into each other so you swat his hand away.

“Stop. Let me do it.” You demand.

“I know how to undo my own pants.”

“Fuck you’re insufferable. Just let me.”

“No, I can-ngghhh.” You cut him off, having reached into his pants and pulled him out.

And honestly, you need a moment because this was not what you were expecting.

He’s big, long and thick, a lovely color and already hard, leaking a little. You feel your jaw dropping slightly but then you catch sight of his face, a bright smirk lighting him up as he sees you take him in. You clamp your jaw shut.

“Like what you see, sugar lips?”

You take him in hand, squeezing a little harder than you normally would, just to see him grunt. He tries to grab at your hands but you drop him, grabbing his wrists again and pinning them to the floor on the sides of his head.

“Just shut the fuck up,” You drop one of his wrists, moving your hand back down to hold him as you line yourself up, slowly lowering yourself onto him. Gripping his bicep, you squeeze it, unable to prevent the moan from escaping your lips as you feel him inch into you, feeling every ridge and being as he stretches you, lighting up your body with desire.

“Fuck!” Dieter grunts. “You’re so tight.”

Lifting yourself, you pull almost all the way off of him before you drop your hips down and cry out as Dieter pokes at a spot at the very back of you. Then you see that damn smirk again and you roll your eyes. Moving your hips, you start to grind down on him, feeling him touch nearly every part of you.

“I really..hate..that smirk,” you pant out.

“You’re such a..bitch.” Dieter responds, panting out between words as you start to fuck him into the floor.

The hand you’re not pinning down shoots out to your hip, gripping you tightly, digging into your skin as he guides you, making you move harder, faster. The touch sends an electric shock through your body, lighting you up as you feel your climax build.

“Fuck!” you cry out as you come, hips sputtering as your body lights up, your breaths puffing out erratically.

You realize that Dieter still has a strong grip on your hip and is moving you, sliding you across his dick as he chases his own high. A part of you, a large part, wants to push him away and leave him here without coming. But instead you decide to do something else.

Your fingers wind around his hand on your hip as you push against him to stop your movement. His eyes fly open, blown wide open with lust and anger.

“What the fuck?” he yells out.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you slam his wrist into the floor by his head and lift off of him, the tip of his just touching your entrance. His eyes are frantic now and you swear you can’t see any of the brown, as if the black of his pupils has taken over.

“You’ll come when I say you can.”

“You’re such a bitch. I hate- ngghh.” You slowly slide back down on him, taking your time inching him inside of you, loving the way he writhes under you. Once he bottoms out, you move your hips very slightly, tracing little circles as you grind down on him.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” Dieter grunts out, pushing against your hand slightly as he lifts his head to look down where you’re joined. You feel his breathing start to speed up, his hips tensing, so you pull off of him, smirking down at the frustration on his face.

“I didn’t say you could come.”

“God, I hate you!”

You repeat this process a few more times, Dieter’s face growing more angry and desperate with every thrust of your hips. But then you see the tears building at the corners of his eyes, the restraint and lust finally becoming too much and you take pity on him.

Speeding up your hips, you grunt out “Come for me!”

His hips sputter as he comes instantly at your command, his little grunts and moans filling up the trailer and you have to admit, you love the sound of them, the way his brow furrows up and together, his mouth hanging open in an o shape.

He comes down and opens his eyes, watching you behind heavy lids. His hair is mussed up, his face holding a fucked out expression. He looks hot like this-

Before you can follow that thought any further, you push off of him, Dieter letting out a hiss as he slides free of you. Grabbing up your clothes, you get dressed quickly, suddenly feeling embarrassed by what just happened, but more so because you actually enjoyed it.

“Hey-”

Before he can finish the sentence, you open the door and close it behind you, heading to your room at a quick pace.

What the fuck was that? I hate him. HATE. HIM. And I just…but that was kind of hot? He’s kind of hot. WHAT THE FUCK GET IT TOGETHER! You pinch the bridge of your nose, cursing yourself for jumping on him.

Tomorrow is going to be so much fun.

—----

That night you decide to sneak out for a snack again, making another sandwich and sitting at the small table shoved up against the wall as you eat, propping your book open to read, hoping to distract your mind from the million thoughts running through it.

Hearing footsteps, you glance up and see Dieter walking towards the kitchen. Much to your annoyance, he spots you and shifts course, heading for you. You’re about to tell him to leave you be but then you take in the way he’s walking. Not strutting or shuffling, but a simple, average walk. He stands at the chair across from you and gestures to it.

“Mind if I sit?”

Shocked he even asked, you nod and gesture towards the chair. He sits and you notice the familiar green robe he wears, purple shirt and black sweatpants back on, but the sunglasses are not around. Interesting.

Dieter leans forward a little, looking at you. “Can I ask you something?”

Thinking he’s going to ask you about what happened, you swallow hard. “Sure.”

“What’s your name?”

Not what you were expecting, you hesitate a brief moment before responding. “Sugar lips.”

He smiles softly. “Not what I meant. I mean your real name.”

You consider him for a moment. He looks genuine and those big, brown eyes bore into you. You tell him your real name and he smiles.

“Such a beautiful name.”

“Thanks, I guess. Everyone usually calls me Bee, because I’m always moving.”

He smiles again and then gets up, pushing in his chair and walking towards the kitchen. He’s gone for a few minutes and then reemerges with a plate, waving to you as he heads back upstairs.

Don’t catch feelings for him. Don’t do it, Bee. Don’t do it.

Shit.

—----

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I Hate That I Like You - Part 2

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 6200+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only! NSFW

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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<<Part 1<<

Dreading what the morning has in store, you get dressed as slow as possible, trying prolong the time until you absolutely had to be in the trailer. But time has a funny way of speeding up whenever you weren't looking forward to something, so before you knew it, it was time to head to work.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to the trailer, seeing Dieter already sitting in the chair. The makeup girls are there, starting on his eyeliner.

"Morning, Bee!" One of the girls cheerfully says to you and you smile back at her. Looking in the mirror, your eyes find Dieter's staring at you before he looks away, and you swear you see him blushing. He lifts his phone back up and continues to scroll, thumb sliding across the screen as he stares at it a little too hard.

You move around the trailer, careful to avoid getting in the way of the makeup girls. Every time you turn towards Dieter's direction, he looks away quickly, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Turning your back to him, you try to stifle the smirk that's threatening to spread across your face.

"Tag, you're it!" One of the girls whispers in your ear when they finish, giving you a sympathetic smile as they gather up the things they need to bring on set.

Standing behind Dieter, you chat idly with the girls as you run the comb through his hair, spritzing water from a spray bottle you hold in the other hand. Setting it down, you part his hair with the edge of the comb, manipulating it to make it stand the way you need it to. It’s then that you Dieter shifting slightly in his seat. Testing your theory, you pull his hair a little bit more in the direction you need it and he shifts again, this time uncrossing and recrossing his legs.

You glance in the mirror and see the girls have their back to you, organizing their aprons and kits. Looking back down at his hair, you run your fingers through it, scraping your nails lightly across his scalp. He lets out an involuntary grunt and tries to cover it by clearing his throat. But now he watches you in the mirror and you make an extra effort to fix your face into concentration, gripping, pulling, and tugging a little more than was needed just to see him squirm.

The girls finish and wave bye, closing the door behind them. Dieter’s hands shoot out and he grabs your wrists, his eyes darkening as he stares you down in the mirror.

“What are you doing?”

“Your hair. You know, for the movie you’re filming? Now let me go.” You pull your hands but his grip tightens.

“Is it necessary to-to run your fingers like that?”

“Like what?”

He rolls his eyes to cover his slight blush. “You nearly took the skin off my head.”

“I don’t have the nail strength to scratch all the skin off that giant head of yours.”

Suddenly, he pulls you around from behind the chair, stumbling as you come around, slamming your shin into the height adjusting bar around the bottom of the chair.

“Fuck! That hurt!” you yank on your arms to try and free yourself again and he lets one of your wrists go. You bend down and rub at your shin, trying to lift your pant leg to see if there’s any major damage.

“You could’ve broken my leg, asshole.”

He chuckles once. “Wouldn’t want to ruin those pretty legs of yours. Too bad they share a body with that mouth.”

“Are you flirting or starting a fight?”

“A little of both.”

Standing upright, you turn and use your free hand to push him back in the chair. He releases your other wrist and you climb into his lap, straddling him as you crash your lips to his, biting at his lower one. He pushes his tongue inside your mouth and you choke back the little moan that escapes you as you feel him slide his hands up your back.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

Your lips meet aggressively once more as your hands find his pant line, feeling around for the edge of it. He’s wearing those dumb drawstring pants again and you roll your eyes as you untie them, sliding your hand in to grip him. He breaks the kiss to breath heavily into your mouth once as you begrudgingly feel a wet spot appear on your panties.

Heavy breaths against the other’s lips continue as you slide your thumbs into the pant line of your leggings. You sit up on your knees and slide them down along with your panties and you glance down to see Dieter’s face, nearly level with your pussy, his eyes darkened with lust. He leans forward but you sit back again, reaching for his now leaking cock and line up with him. Sinking slowly to allow yourself some time to adjust, you can’t help the small whine that escapes you as he inches inside, hitting every surface of you.

“Oh fuck, Bee,” Dieter quietly moans as he bottoms out.

Feeling angry as you throb with the way he moans your name, you put your hand over his mouth as you start to grind your hips. “Shut up. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

A minute or so passes and your heavy breathing fills the trailer, along with the sounds of sex, the chair creaking under you with each grind of your hips. He adds a little thrust from his end, his hips rising to meet yours and it hits something inside of you. A moan bubbles up, unable to be repressed and that smirk spreads across his face.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Oh, bite me.”

He grips the back of your head and pulls you to him, his lips finding your pulse point on your neck. He bites and sucks you there and it ignites the fire rapidly growing inside you.

“Not what I meant.”

He pulls back only slightly, his breath on your skin. “You want me to stop?”

“Fuck you…but keep going.” You whine out the last word, your pleasure trying its best to escape your body.

Dieter resumes his task, sucking and biting in time with your hips and it isn’t long before you come, breathing out heavily as your hips sputter. Once you come down, you resume your pace and Dieter pulls back to look at you, a hopeful yet puzzled look on his face.

“Come for me, Mr. Bravo.”

“Fuck!” He does as you command, his head thrown back and mouth hanging open as he spills himself inside you, his hands gripping your hips because they were the only thing he could grab onto.

When he came down, he lifted one of his hands to your cheek and cupped it, rubbing his thumb over your skin. You feel yourself melting into his touch before you realize what you’re doing and you lift off him quickly, hearing him cry out from overstimulation.

“What the fuck, Bee? Warn a man!”

You pull up your pants and slide off of him, turning to grab the spray bottle and comb again. Moving behind him, you start to style his hair for the film as he studies you in the mirror.

“Put your dick in your pants, Dieter. Not everyone wants to see that.”

“Then why do you keep staring at it?”

Your cheeks feel warm and you hide yourself behind his head, hearing him chuckle as he puts himself away.

—----

A couple weeks pass in this manner, both of you trying to rile up the other one that eventually ends in you straddling him in some manner, just trying to wipe that smirk off his face.

One day, you’re fixing his hair in the trailer and a pretty, young assistant walks in, all boobs and big eyes, to hand a few pages of revisions to Dieter. He glances at you quickly before his eyes find the girls, and he turns on the charm, flirting openly with her as you’re standing behind him. His fingers brush her skin and she blushes, giggling and laughing at whatever he says, eating up the attention by the famous Dieter Bravo.

The moment she leaves the trailer he stands to stretch and you lose it, pushing him to the ground while you fucked him into it, that smirk you hated so much playing across his face. He knows he riled you up and he took full advantage of it.

He would flirt with people every chance he got, so long as you were within range to see or hear what was going on. He knew how you’d react, straddling him as you argued, albeit playfully.

You knew what he was doing so you decided to play his game, flirting with people as he walked by or while he was filming, unable to make a move. It would be his turn to lose it, and you would push him down as he let you have your way with him in the trailer. You always seemed to be on top with him. You assumed it was because he’s lazy.

After a couple weeks of this, and a particular intense flirting session between Dieter and some random stagehand, you had to take a step back and think about the situation. Why am I so angry? It’s not like we’re together. But he openly flirts with other women in front of me to rile me up. I know it's to rile me up. Why do I care? Because…I like him. A lot.

Fuck.

—----

One day between takes, you’re adjusting Dieter’s hair, as it refused to stay in place during a minor stunt scene. Howie, one of the other actors, crosses the room, heading straight for you and Dieter.

“This fucking guy,” you both mumble under your breath. Dieter glances up at you, surprised by your shared sentiment.

“Dieter!” Howie walks up and claps him on the shoulder, knocking your hand out of the way as he does this. You see Dieter tense, his jaw setting in a line when he heard the smack of Howie’s hand on your arm.

“What do you want, Howie?”

He sighs theatrically, shaking his head from side to side. “Your performance in that last take. It was…abysmal.”

“What?”

“You were, how do I say it,...terrible. You were over the top, fumbling over your lines, and that accent? Who told you to do that? It’s so annoying. It doesn’t match the eyeliner and-” he gestures towards his hair, hand flapping around looking for words “-the hairstyle, whatever it is. You need to reign it in. It’s getting harder for us to act with you in the scene.”

Dieter stands straighter, glaring daggers at the man. “Excuse me?”

He sighs again. “Look, I know you used to be somebody. I will admit I was thrilled to work with the infamous Dieter Bravo. But you’re borderline washed up. I just thought someone should tell you. No offense!”

Howie walked away, an extra stride in his step as Dieter stood there fuming. You brought your hand back up to continue fixing his hair, but you leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

“Wanna tp his trailer?”

“Meet you in your trailer at midnight.”

—----

It was 11:30pm that night and you stood in front of your mirror staring at your reflection. What Howie had said to Dieter earlier that day made your blood boil. You had a strong desire to protect him, even though he didn’t need it. You’re in love with him, you idiot. This will only make it worse.

Sighing, you slip on your sneakers and quietly make your way to your trailer, passing no one on the way. You open the door and find Dieter already waiting for you, a couple rolls of toilet paper on the counter beneath the big mirror.

“You came.”

“Of course. That asshole deserves more than this, but it will have to do.”

You didn’t like the way Dieter studied you, as if he were reading you like a book, like he knew your secret.

“Where did you get your toilet paper from?” you ask.

“Oh. I brought it from my room.”

You shake your head. “Too risky. If you ask for more toilet paper, he’ll know it was you. They just restocked.”

“What’s your plan, then?”

“I grabbed a few from the portable toilets on my way here.”

“That’s…actually very smart.”

You gaped at him dramatically. “Was that a compliment from Dieter Bravo?”

He blushed as he smiled. “Don’t get used to it.”

–

The both of you gathered up the toilet paper and snuck down to Howie’s trailer where he rests on set. No one locked the doors here, considering it was an intensely closed set, so you entered easily. You got out your toilet paper rolls and started tossing it around, Dieter throwing his own. After a minute or so, you started laughing and Dieter stared at you for a moment before a laugh erupted from him, both of you giggling like school kids.

After it was done, you both head back to your trailer and slip inside, letting out loud laughs as you both catch your breath.

“I haven’t done anything like that in years!” you say as you catch your breath.

“Me neither!”

A pause before you make him an offer. “Want a drink?”

He blinks at you. “You have alcohol? In here?”

“Of course. I knew I’d be working with you so I snuck it in.”

“Oh ha-ha.”

You pulled out 2 small glasses and 2 mason jars from the mini fridge. Dieter raised an eyebrow at you.

“Couldn’t keep them in here in the regular bottles. This one’s rum-” you hold up one of the jars. “-and this one’s Coke.”

“Smart.”

You made the drinks and handed one to Dieter, clinking your glasses together before drinking. The trailer was silent for a while and you found yourself enjoying his presence.

“We need music!” Dieter exclaimed, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. He puts on a random playlist, standing to dance to the music. He puts a hand out to you.

“Dance with me.”

“No.”

“Oh come on. You know you want to.” He’s swaying his hips, moving his hands around in an erratic pattern.

You reach over and pour a shot of rum for yourself and take it, the liquid burning as you swallow it.

“I am way too sober for this.”

You take his hand and he pulls you up, smiling as you start to sway your hips, dancing with him. As the song progressed, you loosened up - you weren’t drunk or even tipsy, but warm and the rum gave you confidence enough to dance with him. At one point, he moves in, gripping your hips and swaying with you in tandem as you ground yourself on him.

A few songs later, he takes your hand and spins you as far as you can go in the small trailer. When he pulls you back in, the song ends and a slow one starts. His eyes lock on yours and your pulse starts to race. He’s inches from your face, all trace of jest gone. You can feel the tension between you as you watch his eyes flick down to your lips. He moves closer, his lips a breath away from yours when you pull back, shaking your head once to clear it.

“It’s getting late. We-we have an early d-day.”

He looks confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your cheeks are on fire and it wasn’t from the alcohol. “No! I mean, uh no. No you didn’t. It-I just need…sleep. Goodnight.”

You stumble quietly in your haste to leave the trailer and he grabs your arm to steady you. Suddenly, you feel wet on your cheeks and you realize that it must be tears.

“Are you ok?” Dieter asks, his voice full of genuine concern.

“I’m great.” You pull your arm from his grip, muttering a quick “thanks” as you bolt from the trailer and back to your room.

Once there, you head into the bathroom and look at your face. Sure enough, there are tears there, another one slowly trickling from the corner of your eyes. Why am I crying? Oh gee, could it be because you’re falling in love with Dieter fucking Bravo, the asshole who didn’t even know who you were for 6 weeks despite being inches from his face on a daily basis? These are angry tears. Angry at yourself for falling for the one person you shouldn’t. Or were they sad? For the exact same reason?

—----

The next morning, you work on his hair in silence. It’s been silent before, but that was when he ignored you. At least there would be the sounds of his phone, passing comments or scoffs, chuckles and what not. But this was pure silence.

After a bit, you can’t take it anymore and decide to say something, anything, to try and break it, but the door is suddenly wrenched open and Howie storms inside.

“IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT??”

Dieter spins his chair to look at Howie. “What are you talking about?”

His chest heaving, Howie spits out “My trailer.”

“What about your trailer?”

So much for washed up actor. He’s playing innocent - and playing it extremely well.

“You know damn well what as YOU DID IT!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

Howie takes a step towards Dieter. “It’s not my fault you’re some “has been” and no one has apparently told you. You’re a terrible actor, a terrible person, and-”

You’d heard enough. The protective streak in your roars to life and you step between the men, facing Howie with your hands up.

“He was with me last night.”

“-and..wait, what?” The anger on Howie’s face is still there, but paused as he takes in what you said.

“We’ve had some..issues with the hairstyle staying in place properly during action scenes, so I was asked to work on some new ideas. Mr. Bravo was assisting me.”

Howie raised his eyebrows at that last part. “Dieter was helping you?” He scoffs.

You chuckle. “Ok, fine. He was more…forcefully convinced to.”

Howie hesitates a few moments before nodding, apparently accepting your bullshit excuse. Probably because it seems highly improbable that anyone would actually help Dieter with anything, let alone cover for him.

“Alright. If you guys hear anything, let me know. I’m still watching you.” He moves his fingers out from his eyes to point at Dieter, as if he’s watching him.

Dieter rolls his eyes and waves .”Bye.”

Howie leaves the trailer, closing the door behind him. You turn Dieter in the chair to face the mirror again and resume working on his hair. You feel his eyes on your face and so you pointedly don’t look at him. A minute or so passes before he speaks quietly.

“Why did you cover for me?”

Debating with yourself on whether to go with feigned ignorance or the actual truth, you decide on the latter, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“The only person who gets to give you shit is me.”

Dieter smiles. “Thank you.”

You drop your jaw open in half mock half genuine shock. “Did the Dieter Bravo just thank me for something?” you put your hand to your chest as he chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Don’t get used to it.”

—----

The following week, you notice more and more people not coming to work. And then the actors start dropping and they finally make an announcement - despite all of the safeguards, the flu has made its way on set. Anyone who has it must quarantine up in their room for a few days.

At least it’s not the plague.

It was an evening shoot the next day so you showed up a lot later than you normally do. But when you entered the trailer, Dieter was nowhere to be found.

“He not make it in?” you ask the makeup girls.

They shake their heads. “No. It’s not out of character, but we think he might be sick. Most of the actors are.”

You nod. “Yeah, probably. Who’s taking care of them?”

“That one assistant. The girl? The other one got sick.”

The assistant that hates Dieter with every fiber of her being. Great.

Before you can reply, the door opens and a stagehand is there. “Shoot is cancelled. The actors are too sick. We’re pushing it back a few days.”

“Thanks for letting us know, Josh.”

The door closes and the girls stand up. “Well, guess we’ll see you in a few days!”

You follow them out and watch them go towards their rooms. You start to head to yours but can’t stop thinking about Dieter. Sighing, you turn around and head to his room to check on him.

–

Raising your fist, you hesitate before you knock, knowing this is crossing the line that you had drawn between you both. You rap your knuckles on the door lightly and hear sluggish movement behind the door as the handle turns and his face peeks out.

“Bee?” His voice is raspy and you hate how hot it sounds.

“Hey, you’re alive! I’ve uh..come to check on you.”

His brow furrows together and he looks at you confused. “You have?”

“Yeah…can I get you anything?”

He stares at you for a moment, his brown eyes big and round. “I think I’m alri-”

His body spasms and his hand flies to his mouth as he disappears from view. You stop the door from closing as you hear Dieter run to the bathroom. Stepping inside, you hear him throwing up for a solid 2 minutes and you feel your heart clenching. No one was here for him and it seems the assistant hadn’t even been by, judging by the lack of any sort of food or drink, aside from what he already had, and no medicine bottle.

The noises from the bathroom had stopped but he hadn’t come out yet. Knocking gently on the door, you speak quietly through the crack he had left the door open.

“Are you ok?”

A groan answered you.

“Can I come in?”

Another groan and a mumbled “..don’t want you to see me like this.”

Rolling your eyes, you push the door open and see Dieter sitting on the floor hugging the toilet, wearing that green corduroy robe you hated. He looked up at you, his eyes watering and you could see some vomit on his clothes. He looked so sad and hurt and sick and you knew that you had to stay to take care of him.

You squat down next to him and tentatively put a hand on his back, rubbing him up and down. His big eyes meet yours and his stomach spasms lightly, his whole body shaking with it.

“I feel like shit.”

You chuckle. “You look like it too.”

Without thinking, you cup the side of his head, running your thumb across his cheek as he meets your eyes, something shifting in his gaze.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You convince him to get out of his robe, helping him to change his shirt, where most of the vomit had collected. Internally chastising yourself for checking him out as he pulled off his shirt, you held out a clean shirt to him as he put it on.

“Let’s get you into bed.”

He shuffles across the floor, holding onto your arm. “Isn’t that my line?” he croaks out.

“Yeah maybe when you aren’t throwing up every 5 minutes, Romeo.”

You get him into bed and pull the covers up. Touching the underside of your arm to his forehead, you notice how warm he actually is.

“I’m gonna step out and see if I can find some medicine-”

“No!” His hand grabs your wrist as you move to take it from his head. “I want you here with…with me.”

His eyes are slightly unfocused and you know he has a good fever. “Well now I know you’re sick.”

“Please.”

It was so sad and pitiful that you found yourself crumbling into a zillion pieces.

“You need medicine. Your fever hasn’t broken yet.”

He sticks out his bottom lip, actually pouting.

“Look, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m going to find you some medicine, more water, and some crackers. And yell at that damn assistant for not bringing you anything. Just stay here and rest.”

He looks worried, as if you’ll disappear. Your heart taking over control of your body, you bend forward and place a kiss on his forehead, pulling back and meeting his eyes.

“I promise I’ll be right back.”

You return as promised, after obtaining medicine, water, some soup and crackers, a cold compress, and tearing a new one into the assistant. I know he’s annoying as fuck but he doesn’t deserve to suffer.

Entering his room, you set the things down on the table, measuring out the medicine and bringing it into his room. He’s dosing, the tv on to some old black and white show.

“Hey, I’m back.” You squeeze his hand and he drags his eyelids open. “Take this.”

He swallows the medicine and settles back onto his pillows.

“Thank you, Bee. For…for everything.”

“Another thank you? I’m honored.”

He smiles as his eyes close and he drifts off. You place a cold compress on his forehead and push his hair back from his face, studying the way he looks when he’s asleep.

Yup. I’m in love.

—----

You stayed with Dieter overnight and the next day, only leaving when he finally ate some food. Miraculously, you didn’t get sick from him, which you were extremely grateful for.

A couple nights later, you have your pajamas on, a simple pair of sleep shorts and a tank top with an open flannel tossed on. You’re channel surfing and land on Spanish Nights, with a very young Dieter Bravo. Setting the remote down, you pick up your bowl of snacks and continue watching him on the screen. He really was very hot. Is very hot.

Setting the bowl aside, you wipe your hands clean on a napkin. Watching his expressive face, contorting in rage on the screen as his character duels another, you slide your hand down the front of your pants, running your finger through your slit and circling your clit. You moan, spreading your legs a little wider, moving your hand down to your-

::Knock knock::

You yank your hand out of your pants, flushed and frustrated. Wiping your hand on the paper towel again, you throw yourself out of bed and stomp to the door, wrenching it open.

“Wha- oh.”

It was Dieter. He takes you in, seeing the flushed look on your face and the fact that your tank top was slightly tucked into the front of your shorts.

“What were you doing?”

“Goodnight, Mr. Bravo.” You move to close the door but he stops it.

“Sorry! I won’t ask. I..have something. For you.” He holds out a small box with a small ribbon around it. He holds it out to you and you stare down at it. He rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatedly.

“It’s not an engagement ring. Just take it.”

Tentatively, you take the box, sliding the ribbon off of it. Inside was a necklace with a tiny charm in the shape of a bee, and you notice your favorite stone making up the area where the black and yellow stripes would be.

“This is gorgeous. When did you order this?”

He hesitates. “A couple weeks ago.”

Shocked, you look up at him. “Really? Why?”

“Because you tolerate me.”

You take it out of the box and hold it up. “Put it on me?”

He nods, taking the necklace from you as you turn around. He places it around your neck, locking the clasp and rubbing the neck of your neck with his thumbs for a brief moment before dropping his hands. You turn around, trying to look at it.

“How’s it look?”

“Beautiful.”

He’s already looking at you when you look up, his eyes full of…love? Yes that was it. Love and adoration.

“Do you…want to come in?”

“Oh. That’s not why I- I mean I don’t expect- I don’t want you to-”

You roll your eyes playfully and grip his shirt, which annoyingly had only 3 buttons done up, and pull him inside, pushing the door closed behind him. He watches you for a moment, chest heaving under his open shirt. He moves forward and grabs the sides of your head, cradling the back with his fingers and he pulls you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You respond immediately, kissing him back and throwing your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging.

“Fuck I love when you do that,” he groans against your mouth. He starts to kiss and nip a path down your neck, finding your pulse point.

“I love when you do that,” you breathe out, your knees going weak as he sucks harder.

You pull him towards your bed, and then stop him.

“Wait. I need to move this.” You move the bowl of snacks and your laptop off the bed, reaching for the remote and turning off the tv, but not before Dieter caught sight of his own face and he smiled, remembering what you had looked like when you opened the door. He decided to tease you about that later.

Turning back around, you pull him to you, deepening the kiss he had started earlier. His hands seem hesitant, as if touching you would make you disappear. So you take his hands and place them on your hips, moaning audibly when he grips them tightly. He walks you back, laying you down on the bed as he hovers over you, never breaking the kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips and he groans into your mouth.

“Are you sure, Bee?”

“I’m sure. I need you, Dieter.”

“Diego.”

You look at him, confused. “What?”

“My real name is Diego.”

“Why did you change it?”

He takes a breath. “My manager friend and I were hanging out the night before my first audition. He told me I’d never make it in Hollywood with a Latino name and that I should change it. My dumbass believed him and when we drank that night, we came up with the most ridiculous names. Dieter Bravo made me laugh and I used it the next day. I got the part and the name stuck.”

“I’m so sorry, Diego.”

He shrugs. “It is what it is. I’m surprised no one has figured it out.”

“Is Bravo still your last name?”

He shakes his head. “Morales. Diego Morales.”

“Well, Diego Morales. I say, fuck them.”

“I’d rather fuck you.” He starts to kiss your neck as you chuckle.

“The name is different but you’re still the same.”

“Would you have me any other way?” He breathes into your neck.

You whine. “Never.”

He kisses down towards your chest and when he realizes you aren’t going to stop him, kisses your cleavage, nuzzling his nose between your boobs. His hands find the bottom of your shirt and he starts to slide it up. Once he realized you aren’t stopping him, he slides it up and off, growling in frustration at the bralette you wore under it.

“If I had known you’d be here-”

He lifts it up and pulls it over your head in one quick movement, moving back to take a boob in his mouth. You cry out as his tongue swipes over your nipple, sucking, licking, biting. Your hand flies to the back of his head as he switches to the other one, pulling all the sounds he can from you.

After a few moments, he starts to kiss a path down your stomach, stopping once he reaches your shorts. His fingers grip the elastic and slide them down, your panties coming off too, tossing them over his shoulder. He grabs your legs and pushes them apart, settling his broad shoulders between them.

“You don’t have tOOO!” You cry out the last letter as Diego’s tongue licks up the center of you, caressing and sucking at your clit. His finger circles your entrance, gathering up your growing arousal before he pushes a finger inside, pulling out to add another.

“Oh fuck!”

His fingers curl and he finds that spot inside you almost immediately, tapping on it as he continues to lick and suck at you. Your hand grips his hair and you pull on it, moaning out his name as your orgasm quickly builds.

“I’m gonna..gonna…ngghh!” You come around his fingers as they continue to tap you, matching his tongue and mouth. Once you come down, he removes his fingers and sits back.

“Feelin’ ok, Bee?”

“I’ve been sitting on the wrong part of you.”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty talented in that area too.”

He starts to take his clothes off, chucking them over his shoulder as he crawls up your body, kissing you when he reaches your lips. You feel him at your entrance, hot and heavy but not pushing in. Instead, he pulls back, watching your face as you squirm under him. Your body is heating up, another orgasm building and he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“I need you inside me. Now.” Your hands move to his bare ass, trying to push him in with no luck. He chuckles as he reaches around and grabs your wrists, pinning them to the sides of your head one at a time.

“As you wish.” He starts to slowly slide in on that last word, his eyes glued to your face as your head pushes back into the mattress, your mouth open in an “o” shape. Your legs open wider, allowing him to hit deeper and you cry out when he hits the back of you, lighting up that spot that only he seemed to be able to reach.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I…fuck.”

He starts to move, slowly sliding in and out of you. Feeling every ridge, every vein, all of him as he slowly enters you lights you on fire, and you find yourself moaning out his name, his real name. His eyes are still on your face, studying it as they lock onto yours. His brown, lustful eyes are soft, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It’s then that you realize what’s happening. He’s not fucking you.

He’s making love to you.

That pushes you over the edge and you come again, crying out his name as you pulse, squeezing his thick cock over and over. You start to come down and his hips get erratic.

“Where can I?”

“Inside me.”

“Oh shit!” He comes, filling you up, your arousals mixing together as they leak out of you. He breathes heavily, his head dropping to your chest. You push up on your wrists and he lets you go. Immediately, you start to softly scratch and massage his scalp as he moans into your chest. Eventually, he pulls out of you and cleans you up, tossing the washcloth in your bathroom before coming back to the bed and crawling in it.

“Oh. You’re staying?” You ask, unable to keep the hope out of your voice.

“I- if that’s ok?”

“As long as I’m the big spoon.”

He laughs as he slides under the covers, pulling you to his side and you place a hand on his chest.

“Diego?”

“Hmm?”

“I was kidding. You be the big spoon.”

—----

The last few weeks of shooting pass by quickly, you and Diego trying to keep things professional while on set but definitely not professional at night. Eventually the night before the last day arrives, everyone’s cars coming in the morning to take them to the airport and back to their respective homes to quarantine for a bit.

Diego is propped up in your bed with you next to him on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“So what happens now?” The question both of you had been avoiding these last few weeks, choosing to stay in the moment and enjoy each other before having to face the real world.

“What?”

“Well…was this just a bubble thing? Or..” you gesture towards the door.

“What do you want it to be?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I asked you first.”

He chuckles. “Fair enough. Well..if it’s ok with you, I want to take you to the premiere. And take you out on a real date. None of this bubble food.”

“You want to date me?”

“I..want to be wherever you are. You give me shit, but I lo…ve it. You. I love…you.”

Scooting forward, you bring your lips to his. “I love you too.”

You make out for a moment before you pull back.

“Ok but what do I even do at a premiere?”

“You’ve never been to one??”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

He smiles. “Don’t worry. Let Big D show you what to do.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake…”

—-----

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I Hate That I Like You - The Premiere (Part 3)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 2600+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only! NSFW

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is a one shot set after the events of the main story, I Hate That I Like You.

I originally posted the fic as partly as a thank you for reaching 300 followers (and partly because I couldn’t resist that man), but as I go to schedule this one, I hit 400! I am absolutely FLOORED and I can’t eve find the words to thank each and every one of you who followed me, reblogged my writing, liked it (which I know does nothing in the algorithm, but I still see it and it makes me smile), commented, pm me, told me you were re-reading fics I’ve written (cried about that one for a while!), all of it. You all mean the world to me and just know that if you’ve interacted in some way, I have seen your name and I recognize it and you make my day every time.

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The day you got out of the bubble, Dieter took you out on your first date. You expected something lavish and over the top, considering her personality, but it was surprisingly simple and low key. He even rented out an entire back room just so you could have your privacy. When he had arrived at your door, he asked you bluntly if you were sure about dating him because once someone recognized him and saw you with him, you couldn’t take it back. And while the majority of his fans were great people, there’s always those select few that are not. You were sure and happily went on that date.

That was nearly 8 months ago.

Editing takes longer when people are working from home, communicating being a little more difficult, edits and re-edits needing to be discussed. But finally, Cliff Beasts 6 was ready and the premiere was looming.

Dieter had asked you to accompany him and you happily agreed, never having been to a premiere before. He told you it would be different, as there were new procedures in place due to the pandemic. But you didn’t care - you were there to support him. Although seeing your work on the big screen was a definite plus.

A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts and you glance at the clock, surprised he was on time for once. You plan to make a remark about this, but all words leave your head as you open the door and see Dieter standing there.

He’s in simple black dress pants and shoes, no tie, a white long sleeved top buttoned all the way up under a black coat that walked out of your fantasies. It reminds you of something Mr. Darcy would wear. The long black coat comes down to his knees, with a simple 3 buttons and 2 pocket flaps, one on either side of the coat. His hair is wild, his curls roaming free after letting them grow just a little. He’s let his facial hair grow a bit, knowing you love the bald patches on his jawline. He has his glasses on, the ones with the thicker black frames that you adore. He looks up at you, smirking at the look on your face.

“You look like a fish.”

Snapping yourself out of the trance, you retort. “Yeah, well you’re a jerk.”

He smirks. “Not your best work.”

“Yeah well. They can’t all be winners.” You gesture towards him and he gives you a couple claps.

“Much better.”

He finally takes a look at you, eyes roaming up and down your body at the ridiculous dress you have on. You’d never been to a premiere before and had no clue what to wear, really, since you weren’t a star. The minute you asked Dieter for help you regretted it, getting sent pics of increasingly slutier dresses before you finally asked if he preferred you go naked, to which he replied “Only for me.”

The dress was gorgeous and fit your body like a glove, showcasing all of your best features. It cost more than your entire apartment and was definitely not something you would’ve picked out, but you have to admit - you did rock this thing.

“You look beautiful, Bee.”

“As do you.”

He looks at you expectantly and you sigh, giving in only because this was a big premiere night.

“Big D.”

“That’s my girl!”

–

He helps you into the limo, where you sit with your leg bobbing up and down in anticipation. He places a large, warm palm on your bare skin and your knee stops bouncing.

“You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I know, I know. Everyone is just a regular person, but it’s all the cameras and-”

He lets out a raspberry. “Ignore that. Big D will show you a good time.”

“Oh God let me out.” You pull at the locked door handle as Dieter chuckles.

He chats with you, a constant stream of words and random stories - his attempt at calming your nerves. And fuck if it didn’t work. His voice was actually soothing to you, calming you down no matter how wound up you were..but you’d die before admitting that to Dieter.

Pulling up to the front, someone walks up to the door to open it. Dieter squeezes your hand.

“Ready?”

Letting out a breath you nod. “Ready.”

Dieter gets out of the limo, lights on cameras flashing away and the distant sound of screams from where they kept the fans away, having to keep everyone at a social distance. Dieter still walks over towards them, waving and turning around to pose in a giant selfie with them all. He waves and chats as well as he can and you can see how it kills him to not be in the crowd with them, interacting on a personal basis. Someone taps his shoulder and leans in his ear and he waves bye to the fans, turning back towards the main carpet. He offers his arm to you and you take it, allowing yourself to be led down the red carpet, lights flashing before your eyes as photographers yell for Dieter to turn to them. You gently let go of his arm and he looks at you, giving you a small smile as you nod and step back, walking back several steps and standing out of the way as he poses for pictures.

His whole face lights up with a smile, turning left and right, throwing up hand signs as he could and you find yourself getting warm between your thighs as you take him in. A couple minutes pass before you feel a hand on your arm. Turning, you see Carol Cobb’s long time girlfriend, Amy. You smile a hello and she jerks her head, away from where Dieter stands. You follow, keeping an eye on Dieter so he knows you didn’t ditch him. She leans in to speak in your ear.

“This is where all of the others wait.”

Chucking, you ask “Others?”

“Yeah. Significant others, friends, parents. The others. We’ll meet them at the other end of the carpet. The press needs their pics.”

“Oh right. Dieg-Dieter mentioned that. Thanks for grabbing me.”

“Welcome! You can hang with me.”

A bit goes by before you and Amy make it to the end of the red carpet, waiting for Dieter and Carol. They arrive and you all exchange the basics before turning to head inside. You mill around, speaking to random people and waiting by Dieter’s side as he makes the rounds, always making sure he’s touching you, as if he’s checking in. You squeeze his hand or touch him back to let him know you’re good.

About 20 minutes goes by before a man comes up to Dieter and speaks in his ear, Dieter nodding.

“Come on, Bee. They need us backstage.”

You both follow the man to a backstage area. It’s basically empty, no one milling about or even walking by. The stage where the giant screen is is just beyond the curtains. The man ushers you both off to the side before leaving.

“I gotta say a few words before the premiere.”

“I can’t believe they picked you for that.”

“They said I was the most charismatic.”

“Then we’re all screwed.”

He scrunches his nose up at you in response and you wink at him as you turn to try and peek out of the curtains, Dieter moving to stand behind you. His hands come to your arms, tracing light paths up and down your bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Then his fingers start dancing towards your cleavage and you grab his wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His voice is in your ear, speaking low. “Touching my girlfriend.”

Heat rushes your body at the thought and Dieter notices, taking advantage of the moment to slide his hand down the front of your dress and pinch your nipple.

“Diego…” You get lost in the sensation for a moment, the heat between your thighs getting louder. But then you remember where you are and you pull his hand out, pushing it off to the side. He lets out a huff, momentarily letting you be. Suddenly, Dieter pulls you to his chest, wrapping you in his coat with him.

“What are you-”

“Sshh. Hold this.” You look down and see the opening of his coat, being held together by his hands. You grip it, brows furrowed in confusion. But before you can ask again, his lips are on your exposed neck, biting, licking, sucking, kissing. Your knees go weak for a moment but you don’t fall, Dieter holding you up inside the coat.

“You gonna be quiet for me?”

“Why would I n-need..oh!” The last word is whispered out as Dieter’s hands slide into the coat, finding the slit in your dress and slips his hand inside, running his fingers along your seam. He grunts in your ear when he feels how wet you already are.

“Already waiting for me, huh?”

“Fuck you, Diego Morales.”

“That’s the point, Bee.” He chuckles and you can hear the smirk on his face.

“God, you’re insufferable sometimes..” His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles there.

“I think you’re ready.”

“What? No, Diego. We’re in public.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“I only did it to shut you up.”

“Well then, hold tight to the coat.” He grabs at your dress and lifts it up towards your hips, unzipping his pants to free his hard cock. He slides it through your folds and you moan, unable to stop yourself.

“Now now, shush. Big D will give you what you want.”

“Oh God, don’t you shut up?”

He plants his hand on the wall in front of your face, gently leaning over your body to bend you over slightly. He thrusts up into you and you whine, his other hand flying up to your mouth.

“You need to be quiet or we’ll get caught.” His voice is low and raspy, and you hate how much it turns you on.

He sets a rough, quick pace, knowing that you’re playing with time. Your fingers clutch at the opening of the coat, holding it together as if the coat could hide the way you’re practically slamming into the wall. Dieter’s hand is on the wall slightly above your face, bracing himself as he fucks into you. His hands are so large, the little bullseye tattoo straining with the pull of his skin as his fingers grip the wall. You remember exactly what those fingers could do and you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips before slamming them closed.

“You like that? Like how Big D fucks you?” he whispers in your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“Don’t let my feelings fuel your ego, Big D.”

“Ah ha! See?”

The idea of getting caught, the way you and Dieter verbally spar as he fucks you fantastically grows your orgasm quickly. You grab his hand that’s not on the wall and bring it to your clit, rubbing circles there. He thrusts into you twice more before you come, squeezing him as the hand on the wall flies to your mouth so you can moan into it. Once you start to come down, Dieter’s hand returns to the wall and he resumes his pace, chasing his own high. It only takes several more thrusts before he’s grunting in your ear, spilling himself inside you.

He places two soft kisses on your neck before pulling out, stuffing himself back in his pants. His hands ghost across your hips, finding the edge of your dress and pulling it back down, smoothing it out as you drop his coat. You turn around to face him, still slightly out of breath as you look into his eyes, which are now soft.

“I hate that I love you so much.”

“I hate that I love you so much.”

Smiling at each other, you kiss, several moments passing before you hear someone clearing their throat. Breaking apart, you see the man who had escorted you backstage.

“Are you all set, Mr. Bravo?”

“We’re good, kid. Thanks.”

The man turns back around and starts to usher some people back into the area where you had previously been alone. Realization sets in and your eyes grow wide as you turn to Dieter.

“Did you have that man keep the room empty so you could fuck me?”

His eyes sparkle. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Your jaw drops open, but you don’t have time to respond before hair and makeup rush Dieter, dabbing at him before his time on stage. He kisses the back of your hand as you’re escorted to the main seating area, sitting down in your designated chair next to where Dieter will be sitting.

The nerve of that man! You find yourself trying to stifle a smile. But he did it for you, knowing he could help you relax. And ensure you wouldn’t actually be caught.

The lights dim and Dieter steps on stage, a spotlight following him around as he starts his speech. You watch him, his eyes sparkling still as he gestures around, his hair looking impossibly soft as it curls up at the ends, his face animated in his speech. And that’s when it clicks into place -

You would spend the rest of your life with him if he asked.

–

The movie was…well it was Cliff Beasts 6. But everyone seemed to love it and you watched Dieter maneuver around the journalists, answering questions and posing for pictures, but this time, his hand never left yours. You would shift yourself behind him, wanting him to have his time in the spotlight but he would pull you back around, inevitably bringing up the fact that you were the one that styled his hair during the entire experience of being in the bubble.

Back in his apartment, you stand in front of the window, admiring the night time view of the city, lights twinkling and cars zooming by on the road below. Diego walks up, handing you a glass of wine and you clink it on his, taking a sip after. You both stand there in a comfortable silence, content to just be around the other.

“Marry me.”

You nearly drop your glass as you stammer out, completely caught off guard. “Wha-what?”

Diego turns to face you and gets down on one knee, taking your hand in his. He pulls a small box out of his coat pocket, neither of you having undressed when you got back. He opens it to reveal a gorgeous ring, completely your style, and you realize that he had to have had it in his pocket the entire evening.

“Bee, I know we started out hating each other, but you somehow crawled into my heart. I love how we get each other riled up, but we also use that same energy to love each other so intensely that sometimes I’m overwhelmed with how I feel. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but that’s only because I’m used to being the only one who looks out for me. Now I have you…if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

Staring down into his eyes, which were now round and glossy, just like a damn puppy, you remember your realization from earlier and know what your answer will be.

“If only so I can continue to knock your ego down a few pegs.”

He smiles wide. “That’s a yes, then?”

“Yes. I’d follow you anywhere, Diego Morales.”

He slides the ring onto your finger and stands up, crashing his lips to yours before pulling back.

“I love you so fucking much, Bee.”

“I love you so fucking much, Diego.”

His lips find yours again as he walks you backwards towards the bedroom door. Wedding planning can wait until later.

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Make It Special - A Dieter Bravo Ask

I got this amazing ask idea from @bison-writes:

I was thinking that every actor gets their personal PA on set. And Dieter gets stuck with a young woman who catches his eye. But he overhears her confessing that she’s a virgin. And suddenly he gets all protective of her. Seeing the other actors and staff leering after her

And he gets really possessive and she has no clue why. And they fall for each other.

Something along the line like Dieter has a reputation to sleep with his assistants or has another girl on every set he goes and such and the other pitying her for being stuck with him. He’s going for “she’s gonna be a conquest” to “I dont deserve her, she’s the most precious thing.”

And I have this scene in mind for the end:

When Dieter wants to kiss her and shes looking forward to it, But then he groans and pushes away and turns around and runs his hand through his hair. And she’s like “D-did I do something wrong? Are you ok?” And he’s like “I told myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” “I don’t understand.” “I will not happen to you. I can’t let ME happen to you. I’m not a good person.” Then she’ll be really sad and leave. And on the night before the shoot ends, She’ll knock on his door and just kiss him senseless.

Work between the sad leaving and last day on set, a few days and everyone on set notices and secretly roots for them now. Everyone watches them cringing because they so obviously want to be with each other. Describe the kiss and her being bold but so very uncoordinated. And he wants to go further and lets it happen until they tumble to the bed. And then he suddenly remembers that she’s never been with anyone. And they have a talk and he asks her on an after-shoot date. (as they talk she wants to have sex but he stops her says he wants to make it special, take her out, etc) OR/ALSO she’s shaky and thinks if she doesn’t go all the way- with the one person she wants to - she’ll never see him again. DRAMA! Also, a Hug scene.

Make It Special

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!personal assistant reader

Word Count: 3100+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY! (no NSFW scenes)

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“..aand you get Dieter Bravo.” Your boss, Tom, points to you as he assigns assistants to actors.

“Me? With Bravo?”

He gives you a wink. “Dieter always wants the pretty girls.”

He walks off as your cheeks heat up at the comment. You never really knew how to respond to compliments, whether they had good intentions or were creepy as fuck.

You all file out, heading to the trailers of the assigned actors to meet them as they were doing wardrobe fittings. Walking up to Dieter’s, you make sure your mask is fitted properly before entering.

Dieter is standing on a short stool in the middle of the trailer, arms out as a seamstress measures him and jots down notes. He glances up as you enter, his eyes scanning down your body and watching you shift nervously under his gaze.

“H-hi, Mr. Bravo.” You tell him your name and he waves a hand at you dismissively, the seamstress tutting at him for moving.

“Please. Call me Dieter.”

“I-oh. If that’s what you’d like, ok.” You make a quick note on your clipboard in front of you to call him Dieter instead. Other pa’s always made fun of you for having a pad of actual paper with you instead of just your phone, but physically writing something down always helped you remember things better.

“Is there anything I can get for you, Mr…Dieter?”

He studies you for a moment longer before responding. “I’d like an espresso.”

“You got it, Mr….I mean, Dieter.”

Spinning on your heel, you walk out of the trailer and head for the coffee stand, quickly making him a cup of espresso. Entering the trailer, you walk up to him and hold the mug out and watch as he takes a sip, his eyebrows raising as he smacks his lips and looks at the mug.

“Where did you get this? It’s excellent.”

“I made it.”

“You made it? I really lucked out with my pa.” He winks and you feel your cheeks get warm.

—----

Over the next couple weeks, you get to know Dieter’s moods, likes, dislikes, etc. He flirts with..well pretty much anyone, but he seems to be trying a little harder with you, as if he sees you as some kind of conquest.

One day, you’re having lunch with one of your best friends who happened to be a makeup artist on set. You hadn’t had a chance to sit down with her since you came to work, making sure to take advantage of your overlapping scheduled breaks.

“So you got Bravo, huh?” Mouth full of food, you nod. She smirks and scoffs, taking a sip of her drink.

“What?” you ask between bites.

“Just…be careful with him.”

“Why?”

She looks around her and leans in, as if she’s telling you some big secret.

“He has a…reputation.”

“For what?”

“For…” she gestures at you and you raise an eyebrow.

“I’m not great at charades. You know that.”

She rolls her eyes. “He tends to sleep with his pa’s. That’s probably why you were paired with him. Because Tom vets the girls and makes sure he gets the prettiest one.”

You choke on your food, coughing violently enough that your friend pounds you on the back. Taking a sip of your drink, you sputter out “I’m not.. I can’t… I mean…do you think he expects me to…to..”

Your friend shrugs. “Yeah, probably. Just expect it sooner or later.” She looks at you with pity in her eyes.

Your face heats up as you fully turn to your friend, your face becoming serious. “I…can’t.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t do it either. But I prefer women, so I wouldn’t sleep with any man.”

“No no… I…” you look around this time and lean in to your friend. “I’m a virgin.”

Your friend looks at you, shock on her face. “Oh. I..I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “Sorry for what? It just..was never the right person.”

“Well…then definitely don’t put out. Your first shouldn’t be Dieter fucking Bravo.”

She laughs hard and you smile at her, taking another sip of your drink as you change the conversation.

What the both of you miss is the man standing by a piece of the set that was behind you. Dieter turns and walks away from you, putting his hands in his pockets as he thinks about what he overheard. You were a virgin? How is that possible? You’re gorgeous, nice, a great pa…

—----

The next day on set, you’re standing near the other pa’s when one of the other actors, Howie, walks up to you, waving off his own pa. He’s chatted with you a handful of times between takes, flirting hard and always finding a way to touch you - a hand on your shoulder, a brush of your arm. It’s really gotten on your nerves. It takes you a second to realize he’s actually addressing you and you blink, turning to look at him, noticing that he's blocked you from view.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m waiting for Mr. Bravo, but is there something I can do for you?”

He smiles wide at you, cocking his head to the side. “Yeah. You can lower the mask for a second.”

“I-what?”

He flashes that smile again. “Lower your mask. I want to see your face.”

“Oh. Protocols say I’m not to remove my ma-”

He puts his finger to his lips. “I promise it will be our secret. Look, mine’s off already.” He gestures to his maskless face.

“I- I’m not sure I-”

Howie puts his hand on your shoulder, massaging circles into it. You visibly cringe and try to move away, but his grip tightens. “Don’t be like that. I’m just curious who Dieter’s got. He always gets the pretty ones.”

“Take your hand off her now.” Dieter had walked up and was glaring daggers at Howie. He turns to face Dieter, his hand remaining firm.

“Relax, Dieter. I’m just curious what she looks like. You never cared before.”

“Take. Your hand. Off. Of. Her.” His teeth are gritted, anger filling his eyes as he glares at Howie.

“Or what?”

Dieter steps closer, growling at him. “Or I’ll remove it for you.”

Howie glances between you and Dieter, rolling his eyes and letting you go. “Fine, man. Whatever.” He winks at you. “See you later, beautiful.” Howie turns and walks away, Dieter glaring after him, fuming. He turns to you and his eyes soften.

“If anyone speaks to you that way, or in any way to make you feel uncomfortable, tell me….please.”

Shocked by this sudden change in personality towards you, you simply nod. “Yeah. Ok. Uh.. thank you.”

He smiles warmly at you, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before turning to his hair and makeup people who had rushed over to perform touch-ups between takes, leaving you standing there, speechless.

—----

Dieter was true to his word.

Any time he overheard someone being crass, overly flirting, or just straight up asking to sleep with you, he was there, defending you. As for himself, he had backed off on the flirting, making sure you felt comfortable always when you were around him. You had tried to ask him why he was behaving differently, but you couldn’t find the words.

After a few weeks, you noticed a change in his eyes.

He was still protective of you, but not possessive. He was respectful and nice, continuing to make you comfortable around him. You both fell into an easy friendship, much to the astonishment of nearly everyone there. But his eyes? They were full of some other emotion you couldn’t quite place.

You had overheard a few hushed bets being placed that you and Dieter were sleeping together, but no one could prove it definitively. After the 4th time of hearing these bets, you brought it up to Dieter, laughing it off as something silly. He stormed from the trailer and had it out with the people you had named and from then on, no one mentioned it…to your face, anyway.

A few more weeks and you found yourself crushing on Dieter. Hard.

He would bring you little gifts of a sort, sometimes your favorite sweet or a random gift card to an online bookstore after hearing about how you love to read. He still made sure no one was rude to you, but gave you your space if you needed it. Even when you weren’t working, you found yourself in his company more often than not, just wanting to be around him.

One of the other male workers had backed you into a corner, staring down at you as he tried to convince you to go to dinner with him. You kept telling him no, but now your back was against a wall and he was leaning in closer and closer…until he wasn’t. Dieter had appeared out of nowhere, yanking the man away from you and landing a solid punch to the man’s jaw, nearly dislocating it. The man had tried to fight back, landing a blow himself before security came and separated them.

You followed Dieter back to his room, stopping to grab a bag of ice from the kitchens on your way. Dieter sits on the couch in his room and you sit next to him, gently placing the ice on his cheek and he hisses.

“Sorry! But you need ice or this will bruise worse.”

“I’ll be ok.”

You study him for a moment and he smiles at you from behind the bag, “What?”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Go..after that guy. For me. I hate seeing you hurt.”

He places his hand on yours, resting them against your thigh. “I would fight a thousand men to make sure you were not taken advantage of.”

Your cheeks get warm and you look down at his hand on yours and you think how good they look together.

“Well…thank you, Dieter.”

—----

It was a few weeks later when you realized what that look in his eyes was, because you saw it in your own, reflected back at you in the mirror behind Dieter.

You weren’t just crushing on Dieter Bravo - you were falling for him.

You try your best to push down your feelings, as you still had several weeks left on set. But the more time you spent together, the deeper your feelings became.

About a week before the end of the shoot, you’re in Dieter’s room for pizza and movie night. You had established this once weekly tradition when you started becoming friendly, Dieter being surprised at how many classics you hadn’t seen. The movie buff in him couldn’t help but show you the best ones, and you’d be lying if you said you were just here for the pizza and movies.

You sit next to Dieter on the couch, pizza finished and Breakfast at Tiffany’s on the tv. You had curled up next to him, a common occurrence, one that Dieter never turned down. He’s saying lines with the movie and you sit up to watch him, smiling as he starts to act out the scene from the couch.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Dieter chuckles.

“You’re just so…” you catch yourself as you were about to say so damned cute.

“So….what?” His big, brown eyes are wide, like a puppy’s and you find yourself melting under his gaze.

His eyes shift, ever slightly from your own down to your lips and back. Your breath hitches and he notices, moving his face slowly towards your own. Any doubt you had had about his feelings has fizzles out. Your heart rate speeds up and you find yourself leaning towards him, nearly giggling with the nerves, having wanted to kiss him for so long. Just before he reaches your lips, he groans and pushes away from you, running his hand through his hair.

“D-did I do something wrong? Are you ok?”

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself before he responds. “I told myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Confused, you cock your head. “I don’t understand.”

“I will not happen to you. I can’t let me happen to you. I-I’m not a good person. You deserve better than me.”

Your eyes filling with tears, you try to reach out to him but he jerks his arm away.

“Please, just go. I can’t let me happen to you.”

The tears fall freely and you choke back a sob as you cross the room and leave, letting the door close quietly behind you.

—----

Work for the next few days was difficult.

You were Dieter’s pa, which meant you had to be by his side all day on set. His demeanor had changed, trying to keep you at arm’s length instead of by his side. For your part, you managed to swallow back your hurt, plastering on a forced smile for appearances.

You’re both not as sneaky as you’d thought.

Everyone on set notices the change between you. Once inseparable, whether on or off set, now you can barely look at each other, the tension between you obvious. The whispers start again but this time, they root for you both, trying their best to nudge you and Dieter back together.

The night before the last day, you’re in your room, arguing with yourself for the zillionth time about the almost kiss. It frustrated you because he felt so little of himself that he couldn’t see that he was the one you wanted and that he deserved happiness.

Finally snapping, you throw on some clothes and march out of your door, adrenaline and annoyance carrying you to Dieter’s door, knocking hard 3 times. The second he opens the door, the annoyance drains from your body and your love remains. You grip his shirt and pull him to you, missing his lips slightly before he turns your head, his large hand cradling the back of your head. Your teeth clank a few times but neither of you care as he pulls you into the room without breaking the kiss, you kicking the door closed behind you.

His tongue slides in your mouth and seeks yours out, caressing and exploring your mouth as his hands move to grip your hips. You let out a little moan and his grip tightens, his kissing becoming more intense. Standing in front of his bed, Dieter starts to kiss a path down your neck, sucking on the sensitive part and feeling you whine and shift beneath him. He pulls back to admire his work, smirking slightly as he nips at your chin, moving to kiss you again as you simultaneously pull him on top of you as he pushes you down to the bed. He lets out a little moan and it sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body, your nerves on fire with need. His hands find the bottom of your shirt and he slides his hand under. When he reaches your stomach, he freezes for a moment before jerking his hand away and breaking the kiss, moving to stand up. With shaky hands, you grab him and pull him back on top of you, placing a poorly aimed kiss on the side of his mouth. He moans into the kiss and momentarily loses himself, but then pulls back, trying to sit up. Your shaky hands reach for him again, but this time he manages to stand up.

“Did…did I do something wrong?” You can’t help the tearful strain in your voice, having been rejected twice by the man who so obviously cares for you. Your hands are shaking so you clasp them together in your lap.

“What? No! I did something wrong. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry I…”

You sit up and pat the bed next to you. “Come sit and tell me.”

He swallows hard, studying your face before he sits, shifting his body towards yours.

“I can’t do this.”

You cock your head. “What does that mean?”

He sighs. “Ok I have to admit something - a few weeks into us working together, I… overheard you speaking to your friend. The one that does makeup? Anyway, I heard you chatting and she was warning you about my…reputation…”

The color drains from your face. “You overheard me…tell her I was..am…a virgin?” you speak the last 2 words quietly.

He nods. “Yes.”

“Oh.” You look back down at your shaking hands, willing them to stop moving. “Aren’t guys supposed to like virgins?”

He sits up a little straighter, seemingly taking a slight offense. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! I just thought it wouldn’t be an..issue…”

He stares at you now. “Do you think you’re just some girl to me? A conquest to be won?”

“I-I hope not. I really like you, Dieter, and I think you-”

“Wait….did you think you had to sleep with me or I wouldn’t want anything to do with you?”

You look down and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He sits down next to you on the bed, placing one large hand over your shaking ones and cupping your face with the other, moving you to look up at him.

“That is definitely not a requirement. Why would you think that?”

“Sex is always so..important to guys. And I thought if I didn’t go all the way with the one person that I’ve actually wanted to go all the way with, that…you’ll…leave.”

His eyes soften, reminding you of a puppy dog. “ Oh, sweetheart. That is not the case. And if anyone has ever made you feel that way, I’m sorry…Well wait, no. I’m not sorry. Because if it wasn’t for them being idiots, I wouldn’t be sitting with you right here, right now.”

You smile at him and he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling back, making sure to keep his hand on yours.

“But - I don’t want it to happen this way. I want to make it special. I want to date you, take you to dinners and movies, go do things outside of this damn bubble. I want to show you off, treat you right. And only when you are ready will we be with each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes. If you’ll have me?”

“As if there is anyone else.”

He kisses you again briefly before pulling back. “Dinner when we get out tomorrow?”

“I’d love to!”

He takes his hand from yours and lays down, beckoning you to him. You lay down next to him facing his chest and he pulls you close, holding and hugging you as you breathe him in. He places gentle kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your back as you stare up at him. Eventually, you both fall asleep, Dieter still holding you close with your arms wrapped around him. When you wake, he’s still asleep, clutching onto you as if afraid you’d disappear while he slept. You nuzzle back into his chest, getting as close as you can and feeling his grip on you tighten as you both hold on to each other.

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Dieter Bravo Masterlist

*=indicates smut or eventual smut (see fic warnings for details)

One Shots:

Ask: Make It Special

Ask: Hot in the Hotel****

Series Masterlists:

I Hate That I Like You* - Completed

Good Boy*

More Coming Soon!

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Calls from the bubble

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it’s complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader

Potential Triggers: Therapist/patient consunsual FWB relationship

Warnings: implied sex, mentions of drugs

Calls from the Bubble Masterlist

The same day, Los Angeles 11:26 a.m. / UK 7:26 p.m.

“I have a client in four minutes.”

“I don’t care. I am going insane.”

“Dieter…”

“It has been raining the whole fucking time I’ve been here.”

“Didn’t you land only yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re in the UK?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not allowed outside anyway.”

“Yes. Where are you going with this?”

“You took me repeatedly out for walks during the rain.”

“And?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ Dieter…”

“I’m bored.”

You took a deep breath.

“Did you take a bath?”

“... No?”

“Did you unpack your suitcase?”

You were met with silence. 

“I sneaked three bath bombs into your suitcase. The ones you loved so much?”

“You did?” You could hear him rustling through his suitcase. 

“Mhhh yes. This reminds me of the last time I was over at your place. Made you cum three times in the tub.”

“I remember.”

“Gonna jerk off thinking of you.”

“Dieter…”

“What? You should be honoured that I'm thinking of you that way.”

“Right. Honoured. My client is here.”

“You’re always working when I need you.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Ugh okay. Call you later. Wear something pretty.”

“No… Dieter…”

But he already hung up. 

[nicolethered]

Dieter as Gio in Cliffbeasts 6 after Gerard disappears (part 2 of 2)

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

I love this whole thing! Hou captured Dieter perfectly.

I Hate That I Like You Masterlist

An experimental way to make a movie during a pandemic, you're hired on for the new Cliff Beasts 6 movie, to be the hairstylist for none other than Dieter Bravo, who lives up to his reputation as a cocky, flirtatious, asshole. You hate him, loathe him, can't stand him....or can you?

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Overall rating: M for mature themes. 18+ only! NSFW

*Please note this was written before the release of The Bubble

Part 1

Part 2

The Premiere

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Calls from the bubble

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it’s complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader

Potential Triggers: Therapist/patient consunsual FWB relationship

Warnings: implied FaceTime sex, mentions of drugs, feelings?, some hard truths

Calls from the Bubble Masterlist

Day 3, Los Angeles 11:07 pm / UK 7:07 am

2 missed calls

1 missed facetime call

3 new messages

Message 1: Who eats beans for breakfast?

Message 2: Why do they wake me at 7am?

Message 3: I’d rather have your pussy for breakfast

Incoming call

“You’re awake,” you could hear that he was eating. 

“Nightmare,” you mumbled. 

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“No. Have you been able to sleep?”

“Yes. Slept like a baby after I saw you cum. Always do.”

“Dieter…”

“You’d enjoy it here. I guess without quarantine and covid and all that shit it could be romantic. I know you like that.”

“I do,” you nodded. 

“My weed finally came,” he changed topics after a beat of silence. You fought the urge to sigh. 

“Yeah? How much?”

“Enough to last me through quarantine. I don’t want to use the hard stuff all the time.”

“You don’t want to or you don’t need to?”

“Don’t psychoanalyse me this early.”

“I don’t have to psychoanalyse you. I did that ten years ago.”

“And yet you kept seeing me.”

“I have a heart for strays,” you shrugged and he laughed.

“I’m going to turn insane in this room Doc,” he whispered. 

“You need patterns. We talked about this. What is different now that you’re not stuck in your Villa in LA?”

“You were in the Villa too?” he asked quietly and you gulped. 

“Yoga, Dieter. Do some Yoga. Have breakfast. Learn your lines. Fuck, paint something, just not the hotel walls. Binge watch the X Files.”

“Mulder was hot.”

“Yeah he was.”

“Dustin kinda looks like him, doesn’t he?”

“You think?” you asked.

“Yeah. Obviously he’s older.”

“Says the man turning 45 this year.”

“Woah. Ouch. And I trusted you with my secrets.”

“Your Age is a secret? What about your real name?” you teased.

“Rude. So fucking rude. Just for that I’m going to cancel the gift I ordered for you.”

“You ordered me a gift?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I want you to use it the next time we facetime.”

“Dieter…”

“You’ll look fucking hot in it. It has straps and leather and all that shit.”

“Mkay…”

“When will you finally acknowledge that you like me?”

“The day you acknowledge you have a drug problem.”

Silence.

“I don’t have a drug problem. I use the drugs to… shut the world off. Or to feel something. Depending on the day.”

“That is what we call a drug problem.”

“Okay this conversation isn’t fun anymore. Good night.”

He ended the call and you stared at your phone for a moment. 

1 new message: Sorry.

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Masterlist Dieter Bravo

Updated: May 19th 2024

updated fics/ new fics marked with ->

Calls from the bubble (Group Project with the discord besties)

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it's complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Going Back (T)

Dieter finds himself in his Agent's office after a successful six month long rehab, when he gets a phone call that puts things into perspective. He goes back home to say goodbye... and meets you.

KitKat's and Milk (E)

She’s finally back as his PA after having a baby and Dieter is just trying to help.

Attraction (T)

Dieter is in love with your voice. He just hasn’t met you yet. You are the woman who was hired to record his scripts for him so he could listen to them. But one plane ride to Spain might just change both of your life’s.

Breakfast (E)

Finding Dieter in your bed was a nice surprise after not having seen him for a couple of months. Finding Dieter wearing your his shirt in the kitchen the next morning, was an even nicer surprise.

Cookie Kisses (G)

Dieter finds you baking cookies in your home after being away to shoot his series for months.

Here comes Santa Claus (E🚨)

After working as Mrs. Claus with Dieter Bravo as your local mall Santa for the last six weeks you finally agree to go out for drinks with him, not knowing how this night would end for you.

-> into you (T)

After almost giving up the hope to become a big actor you get offered the leading role in a period drama, leaving you to spend three months in Scotland with your male co star Dieter Bravo and maybe falling in love with him.

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Calls from the bubble

In which Dieter drives his therapist/friend (with benefits it’s complicated) insane during the filming of cliffbeasts 6

Group-project with the discord besties

Updated: April 11th 2022

Day 1, Los Angeles 3:33am. / UK 11:33am

Day 1, Los Angeles 11:26am / UK 7:26pm

Day 2, Los Angeles 12:15pm / UK 8:15pm (written by @chaoticgeminate)

Day 3, Los Angeles, 6:45pm / UK 2:45am

Day 3, Los Angeles 11:07pm / UK 7:07am