insomniacdreammerbb

[insomniacdreammerbb]

Synopsis: A slow burn love story about my favorite chaotic Aries, Dieter Bravo 🦝❤️

Trigger Warnings: nothing too crazy in this chapter, touch of fluff and angst - mentions of domestic violence

Authors note: does anyone know if there’s a YouTube video/tutorial on how to use tumblr? I’m trying to learn the platform and there’s things I’d love to learn how to do to make my stories more organized on my profile/hyperlink chapters together but I can’t figure it out 😅

Word Count: 3.5k

The next morning while heading towards Vanity Fair’s office you were filled with an unsettling level of anxiety. You had awoken that morning and had told yourself that you would proceed as normal. Forgetting all about last nights events as it was only a one time thing and believing that your friendship with Dieter could continue on as normal. You glanced over at Dieter and it seemed that you were each as far away as possible from each other on opposite ends of the California king bed. His back was to you when you woke up. It was Dieter that had sent you spiraling into an pit of anxiety.

The morning had been quiet, filled with nothing more than casual good mornings and small talk. You had suggested going to get breakfast before the mid morning podcast Dieter was scheduled to attend but he turned it down stating that he wasn’t hungry. Dieter hardly even looked at you all morning as he mumbled that he was going to go take a shower. You knew when Dieter was acting different. He was standoffish and calm, two things that were the antithesis of Dieter Bravo. He barely even looked at you all morning and did nothing more than mumble at you.

That was what had begun the spiral in your head. Did Dieter regret last night? Did he not enjoy his time with you? Did he lie about how he’s never cum from someone going down on him? Did he even think you were pretty or was he just saying what he needed to get what he wanted out of you? No, Dieter wouldn’t do that to you. To you of all people, you’d been friends for ten years. But then again, Dieter was notorious for saying whatever he needed to say to get women into his bed. Were you now just another idiot that fell for his bullshit? Did you just ruin your whole friendship with him over one stupid night.

What if someone found out about last night? What if Lola found out or a gossip magazine. You could already picture your face on the cover with some headline talking about how you were another dumbass falling for a superstar. What about your job? You remember the addendums in your contract with CAA that strictly forbade you from having a relationship with Dieter. What if someone found out about what happened. What if someone from the hotel staff told someone at CAA? What if Dieter told them? You’d be fired. You’d be worse off than fired, you’d never be able to get another job in entertainment if someone found out about it. You’d fall behind on your rent, your savings would run out quick, you’re bills would go into collections-

Your cell phone ringing nearly made yourself jump out of your own skin. You raced across the common area and grabbed it off the table near the front door. You answered quickly, it was Vanity Fair confirming that you’d be arriving thirty minutes before the podcast was scheduled to being which you confirmed.

Dieter was spiraling into his own version of hell. He stood underneath the hot shower and had his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously. He had tried to hide his hard on from you all morning. He woke up before you did. He spent a good ten minutes staring at you. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. Once you started to stir he quickly turned his back to you and pretended to be asleep. He could feel his face redden with embarrassment but he couldn't pin down exactly why he felt embarrassed.

Truth is he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He wanted to gently climb on top of you while you sleep, spread your legs and wake you up with his tongue on your pussy. He needed to hear you moaning his name. He started to think about all the things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to fuck you into that mattress before the two of you even had a chance to say good morning. He wanted to tell you how fucking beautiful you look. He wanted you here, in this shower with him. He wanted to see your tits up against the glass wall as he fucked you from behind. More than that, he wanted to kiss you softly under this shower and tell you that he loved you.

He felt catatonic this morning. But that was only because his mind was consumed with a fantasy. He pictured taking you out on the dinner cruise, watching the sunset on the ship after dinner with his arms wrapped around waist. He started picturing looking up at you on one knee presenting you with a ring, asking you to be his wife. He pictured you in a white dress, walking towards him and standing before all your friends and family as he made you his wife. He pictured whisking you away on a trip around the world where the two of you would make love in every country and operate on your own schedule instead of a filming schedule. Going to art galleries, drinking wine and going out dancing through the night. He pictured you in his kitchen, sitting at his dining room table with a high chair feeding his baby while he baked those dinosaur chicken nuggets Dieter loved for your toddler. Suddenly a fantasy life that he suddenly realized he wanted flashed through his mind like a film reel.

All of that scared him to his core. He never even once pictured himself being a husband or a family man to any woman before. His whole life dream was making movies, fucking hot women, taking all the drugs and alcohol he wanted and partying his life away as a superstar actor. And then you made him cum harder than he has in years while you were blowing him and that sent Dieter spiraling.

Dieter took his hand off his cock and slapped himself across his own face. Reveling in the sting. He had to shake this off. So he got really good head from his best friend of ten years. Part of your agreement was that you two would act like nothing happened the next day. This wasn’t the first time where Dieter had gotten really good sex from someone and thought he was in love with her. Then any where from a couple of minutes to a couple of moths later the rose colored glasses would fade from view and Dieter would get bored or fuck it up somehow. He just had to shake this off, he had to shake you off.

Dieter giggled, shake you off. He wished you were in here shaking him off and that thought made him giggle through all his anxious spiraling. Dieter knew that you knew he was acting differently. As he wanted his fantasy life he knew that it would never happen. He was too much of a fuckup, he had to live the life that he had because he knew that if he tried to chase down his fantasy life with you he’d ruin yours. He had to act normal. So after spending a few mintues pumping furiously and picturing you on the edge of the bed, watching your tits bounce as Dieter fucked you, he finally came. It was a half ass orgasm, he didn’t feel the same sense of relief he usually did but it would hold him over for the day. He needed to act normal.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Dieter asked, stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed. His hair was damp and sticking up in ever direction.

You rolled your eyes at him and went to his backpack pulling a comb out of the front pocket.

“Yup,” you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice and handed off the comb.

So you two were not going to talk about it? Ok cool, you thought. We’re not talking about it which is probably the way it needed to be.

“Do you have that whipped cream shit for my hair?” Dieter asked dragging the comb through his hair in different directions.

You chuckled at rolled your eyes at him again, only someone would Dieter would refer to mousse as whipped cream for hair. You reached into the backpack and tossed it to him. He took the can shaking it, hearing the small tin ball rattle in the can. He stopped and stared at the can quizzically, you sat on the sideline watching him trying to hold a small giggle.

“What do I do with this shit exactly?” He said turning to you.

“You think I know how to? Why didn’t you ask Coco to meet you here?” You pointed out running your hands through your own greasy hair.

“I texted her this morning before I got in the shower but she hasn’t answered me yet,” Dieter explained.

“Well you can’t just expect her to be ready for you last minute saturday morning,” you said sipping the coffee that you had ordered while Dieter was in the shower, “why didn’t you let me know you wanted your hair done for the podcast, I would have talked to Coco and worked it out.”

You usually were the one to let everyone on Dieter’s team know where to go and when to meet. Dieter needed his whole team to turn him from guy who wears the same Fleetwod Mac shirt for three days in a row to suave, sexy, stylish actor extraordinaire.

Dieter froze in front of the mirror, holding the can of whipped cream for hair in his hand. Since when did he care about doing his hair when he didn’t need to? Truth was he hated having to sit still for more than thirty minutes while his team styled him to perfection. He got hot and bored and you were usually there to show him funny raccoon memes and streamline him KitKats to keep him calm.

You could see that Dieter was spiraling in his own head. You stood up and walked over to him, taking the can from him. You were no Coco, you definitely couldn’t style his hair to dapper perfection but you knew that if he tried to style it himself he’d end up looking like an early 2000’s boy band with crunchy spiky hair.

“Do you want me to try to see if I can just swish it back?” You question him shaking the can.

“Ok,” Dieter said feeling himself hold his breath.

You sprayed some of the mousse in your hands, creating a perfect puff of the cream.

“C’mon you’re telling me that doesn’t look like whipped cream?” Dieter pointed out with his usually shit eating grin.

Fuck, this was going to be hard you thought to yourself. He’s got that shit eating grin on his face and his dimples here showing. Stop staring at him. You rubbed your hands together and started running it through Dieter’s hair.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt your fingertips lighting combing through his hair. He had no choice but to look at your face, god you were so fucking beautiful. You scrunched your eye brows together slightly as you were concentrating on styling his hair the best you could. You ran your fingers over the tips of his ears trying to tame his mop of his hair. You were a lot more gentle and cautious than Coco was. His mind started started trailing to the idea of you running your hands through his hair after making you cum over and over.

After a few more puffs of cream in his hair and slicking it back but also pulling a few strands into his face to make it more stylish you were done.

“There,” you said, holding your hands up sticky from the mousse, “looks good.”

You quickly rinsed your hands and heard the sound of a slap coming from the common area. It was something you were used to Dieter would usually slap himself in the face if he was stressed out and having anxiety. You walked back out and headed towards your purse and pulled out a KitKat. Dieter had his back to you as he stood in front of the mirror with his sunglasses now on and rubbing his eyes. He was having withdrawals, you recognized it. You should get going.

“I’m gonna order you an Uber to drop you off at Vanity Fair,” you said now getting started on your phone, “you should be done by one thirty. Do you want me to order you another Uber to take you somewhere?”

“Uh no actually,” Dieter grumbled keeping his back to you, “actually I think I may take off for the rest of the weekend but I’ll be back by Tuesday.”

“Oh ok,” You say surprised, “where you going?”

“Uh well I-,” dieter said, starting to stumble over his words, “Nic texted me, he’s going to Fashion Week in New York and invited me and said he’s send his plane to pick me up.”

“Ok,” you responded with, you weren’t surprised to hear this.

You were used to dieter’s impromptu last minute trips with his friends.

“Did you need me for anything else?” You question him as you picked up your purse stringing it over your shoulder while still holding the KitKat.

“You’re leaving?” Dieter asked, his voice softening watching you from behind the darkened sunglasses.

“It’s the end of the month,” you point out, “and someone’s gotta make sure that your bills are paid and I’m finishing up the last details for your shoot next year.”

“Right,” Dieter said monotony as his eyes wandered down to the KitKat in your hands.

You walked towards him and held out the candy bar to him. He took it gratefully.

“You want half?” Dieter questioned raising one eye brow playfully.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head back, “Kitkats are bottom tier candy for your me. It’s peanutbutter Twix or nothing at all for me.”

“You’re insane,” Dieter said tearing open the KitKat and taking a bit out of all four pieces at once.

“No what’s insane is the way that you eat the KitKat,” you said pointing to the full candy bar with one bite now missing, “you’re supposed to break it off into four pieces at eat them individually. You just taking a bite out of it like that, that’s serial killer vibes.”

Dieter mewled as he took another giant bit out of the candy bar from the opposite end so now that it had two opposing bites out of each end. He knew that this drove you crazy. And as much as his unusually way of eating the candy bar you couldn’t help but giggle at how obnoxiously charming he was.

“Bye Dee,” you say taking a step back, “I’ll see you Tuesday night?”

It sounded more like a question than a statement as you intended.

“Yeah,” Dieter nodded taking another bite out of the KitKat, “hey…have a good day.”

“You too,” you nod as you turned to exit his hotel suite feeling his eyes on you as you left.

Maybe pretending like nothing ever happened wouldn’t be as hard as you thought. When you got back to the guest house you went about your regular day. You finished up your laundry, paid all of Dieter’s bills for the month, made a few phone calls to some Hotels in Pittsburg booking Dieter’s stay for more than a year away for his shoot.

You were actually surprised at how normal life felt. You were unsure about how your relationship with Dieter would change now that you crossed a new boundary. He was being a little weird this morning but seemed to get over it. You always wondered if you’d have some big emotional shift from sharing a bed with Dieter. Of course he was amazing, you could feel your insides flutter at thinking about how tongue felt sliding through your folds. But you’ve heard him hook up with so many women and men over the years it wasn’t a surprise that he was skillful. But beyond that you didn’t feel much of anything else emotionally. You figured that was a good thing. The next few days passed by uneventfully. You didn’t get any new calls of texts for Dieter for the next few days. That meant that he was getting blitzed out of his mind, becoming more paranoid about his phone giving off radiation. Dieter knew better than to bother you whenever he was on one of his cocaine trips.

It wasn’t until you were gonna settle down on the couch with a glass of wine and pull up a show on Netflix that you heard the familiar beeping from the security system letting you know the front gate had been opened. You got up curiously and peered out the window beyond the curtains. You recognized Lola’s silver Audi driving up the drive way quickly and parking in front of Dieter’s front door.

You stepped out the front door of the guest house and started walking towards her, “he’s not here Lola, you should leave.”

“Yeah like I’m really going to take orders from the help,” Lola said rolling her eyes and pulled out a brick that had a ornate jeweled necklace around it and threw the brick staring through the windows on the front door shattering it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You screamed at her looking from her to the broken door.

“That asshole bought me that necklace for Christmas,” she huffed, crossing her arms, “figured it’s time I return it seeing as he and I are no longer together.”

“Bitch please the two of you haven’t been together since the day you met,” you stated feeling bold, “the constant breaking up and getting back together and hooking up is not a relationship.”

“Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?” Lola scowled, taking a step back.

“Who the hell are you to come to someone’s house and vandalize their property?” You said holding your arm up to the door, “if you got a problem with Dieter, fine, come here and yell at him but you don’t put your hands on him and vandalize his home!”

“Dieter’s the one who hit me first!” Lola yelled back.

“You’re a liar and I don’t believe that at all,” you said shaking your head, “and you’re so fucked up for saying that!”

“Go ask him!” Lola challenged, “and besides shouldn’t you be in crisis mode right now seeing as how you’re the sad pathetic little girl chasing him around cleaning up his shit?”

“What are you talking about?” You questioned her.

“Oh you haven’t heard yet have you?” Lola said with a new calmness in her voice, “just go look at your phone, it’s all over social media and TMZ even got the video. I’m sure that you’re going to be busy for the next few days.”

She turned on her high heels and she clacked her way back to her Audi, “tell that creep that we’re through for good. I’m serious, delete my phone number, block me off his social and tell that piece of shit of a human being that I don’t ever want to see his face ever again.”

Before you could respond her car revved to life as she drove down the drive way back out the property. You felt a spike of anxiety, what did she mean check social media? What video? You ran back to the guesthouse and grabbed your phone that was charging in the kitchen. You had several missed calls and about twelve texts for Dieter’s manager, his agent and his publicist. You opened up one of the texts from his manager that was a link to a video on TMZ.

The title of the video was what caught your attention first.

DIETER BRAVO SNORTING COKE OFF HIS NEW FIANCÉE, INSTAGRAM MODEL ASTRID COUREY BREASTS DURING N.Y.C FASHION WEEK. [VIDEO]

Fiancé? Oh god. This was bad. You couldn’t even bring yourself to watch it. What struck you first was a building sting behind your eyes with tears threatening to fall. You felt a pit in your stomach build and slowly sink, your heart beat started to quicken. It dawned on you then that you were feeling more emotionally and physically in this moment right now than when Matt had dumped you. It’s only been three days since you last saw Dieter and you’d never even heard of this woman till now. How the hell did Dieter get so blitzed out of his mind that he asked her to marry him?

You can’t be getting this upset over your boss. You needed to keep your emotions in check, after all your oral escapade was a one time thing. He didn’t owe you anything but it still opened up a chasm of hurt and betrayal in you. This is why Dieter Bravo wouldn’t be a good boyfriend to you and why you were better off friends. And with this hot new fresh scandal that was now trending on twitter and Instagram you knew it was going to be a busy few weeks of damage control.

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[insomniacdreammerbb]

Synopsis: a continuation of my slow burn love story of my favorite chaotic mess and F!Reader. Smut involved, 18+ minors DNI

Tigger Warnings: slight angst/insecurities - oral F and M receiving - fingering

A/N: Thank you to all of those of you who enjoyed my first chapter. This is my first time writing smut so any feedback is appreciated. 🫠 Also, I’m kind of new to tumblr and am still Learning the platform 😅. If someone could tell me how to hyperlink the chapters together in individual posts that’d be great because I’ve been struggling here for the last few minutesTrying to figure it out.

Word count: 6.5k - definitely did not mean to make it this long but oh well

Chapter 2:

“Quilt,” you say laying down the small wooden tiles on the board, “and with the triple point square that’s 42 points which puts me at 237 points and you at 215.”

“Goddammit woman,” Dieter exclaimed in defeat but also giggling, “you sure you’re not using the word with friends app underneath the table?”

“C’mon you know the drill,” you said gesturing to the table near the front door and whispered, “we’re in the zone of silence.”

Dieter placed his hands together and whispered like a prayer, “zone of silence.”

You erupted in giggles, mostly for all the weed the two of you had been smoking for the last few hours. It had been a long running joke between the two of you. You don’t remember how but Dieter got the idea in his head that cells phones give off radiation and EMF’s so he’d stop using his phone after 10pm till the next morning. He had also demanded the same of you whenever you two were together. It didn’t bother you much, you had your own personal goal of limiting your screen time for your mental health anyways. So any time you two were together you’d put your phones away and call it the zone of silence. Dieter always had to say it as if it were a prayer but the truth was that he only kept doing it because you’d giggle every time he did.

Dieter’s phone rang for the third time tonight.

“That bitch is crazy,” Dieter mused, running his hands through his fluffy hair.

“Why is she blowing you up if she’s the one that slapped you?” You questioned him.

“She usually does this when she’s drunk,” Dieter responded, “and everytime she does it’s always one of two things that end up happening. She acts all cute and needy but usually ends up with her bawling her eyes out over some stupid shit or she starts off with bawling over some stupid shit.”

“Then why do you keep talking to her?” You question him. It wasn’t the first time you’ve ever asked this question but it always starts and ends the same.

“She’s the one that keeps coming back,” Dieter repeated, shrugging, “not like I got anything else going on right now.”

“You could find someone else if you wanted to,” you pointed out, “I mean come one, you’re a big hot shot actor, you're insanely hot, and you’re one of the coolest people I know.”

Dieter’s head perked up at your words with a playful tone, “So you think I’m sexy?”

“I said you were hot bravo,” you responded, “there’s a difference.”

“Oh yea what’s that?” Dieter questioned.

“Hot meaning it’s nice to look at you,” You started to explain, “Sexy is reserved for people you’d like to fuck.”

Dieter seemed to muse your words over in his head, “So… you don’t think I’m sexy?”

The air in the room seemed to get heavier, “Well… I mean…you’re my boss.”

Dieter seemed to pick up what you were putting down, “I know.”

“I’m just saying,” you continued to say, “it’s a big world and anything could happen. I don’t think Lola’s the right one for you but someone will be. There’s a lot of likable qualities about you.”

“Yeah like bank accounts and my stardom that most women just want a piece of,” Dieter grumbled, “not to mention my drug problems, my weird kinks, and the inability to commit.”

“Well you really should slow down on the drugs,” you agreed, “but all the other things I think are fixable problems. And frankly I think once you find someone worthwhile all those things will fall into place.”

“Doubt it,” Dieter grouched back, “most women don’t give a shit about all that. They’re all just gold digging whores.”

“Yeah but you told me last month that gold digging whores are your bread and butter,” you pointed out.

“Unfortunately I think I’m getting bored of all that debauchery,” Dieter replied, “sure the sex is good… it used to be better but I don’t know. I think I’m getting over it or I’m just getting too old for this shit.”

You wanted to point out that if he stopped doing drugs that he’d probably feel better. But the two of you have gotten into very heated arguments over his drug use. Eventually it had boiled down to you both agreeing to draw a line in your friendship. As much as you respected and cared for Dieter it wasn’t your place to tell a grown man how to live his life. You always just silently hoped in the back of your head that he wouldn’t tumble in something that became unmanageable.

And to his credit he did manage well. Sometimes he’d go for months without touching any drugs. Usually when he was working and had a heavy schedule of shooting. But anytime that press tours, parties and times of unemployment rolled around it was all playtime for him.

“You’re not that old,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah will I sure as shit ain’t getting any younger,” Dieter said standing up from the coffee table where you two had your scrabble game going and flopping down on the couch.

You tried to stand to get up but your right foot was asleep from crossing your legs and putting most of your weight on the right side. You felt the staticky pins and needles through your leg.

“Need a hand?” Dieter said lazily getting to his feet and walking around the table extending a hand to you, “seeing as how you’re so strung out on the weed that you can’t get up.”

“I’m not even that high,” You mused trying to stand again and feeling your limbs flop. You shook your head slightly embarrassed but took Dieter’s hand regardless.

“Well you know how it goes babe,” Dieter said with his shit eating grin, “dance with Mary Jane get your toes stepped on.”

“Haha,” you said flatly.

His hands held firmly onto yours as he pulled you up, stringing one arm around your waist and dragged you over to the couch. You flopped down on the corner bringing your leg up to your chest and started massaging your own foot. Dieter took the other corner of the couch a few feet away. He placed his arm along the back of the couch and laid his head back. It was getting late, it was almost one in the morning. You would most likely end up crashing on the couch if you decided not to drive home. You had never slept in a bed with Dieter before and you’ve never truly wanted to. It wouldn't be the first time that you slept on a couch in one of Dieter’s luxury hotel suites. You probably could drive, you really weren’t that high anymore and could manage it. But you also knew that Dieter would throw a tantrum if you tried to leave because he didn’t want you driving under any influence.

“So what about you then?” Dieter finally questioned after a few minutes of silence.

“What about what?” You asked, finally putting your leg down now that your foot stopped throbbing.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Dieter asked.

“Because he just dumped me like six hours ago,” you explained.

“C’mon you didn’t really like that guy did you?” Dieter pressed on looking at you with hazy eyes.

“Do you really like Lola?”

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Redirect.”

“Redirect what?”

“C’mon you always do this every time something comes up that you don’t want to talk about,” Dieter grunted, “we’re not talking about me right now. We’re talking about you.”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably and tried mulling over the words on the tip of your tongue trying to find a way to explain it, “I don’t know. I mean when I first met Matt he was charming and nice but most people are when you first start dating them. They’re on their best behavior before reality starts to sink in. I just don’t think Matt and I were right for each other.”

“Still you haven’t really dated anyone since we got back from Cliff Beasts 6,” he pointed out, “you should have just as long of a line of dudes trying to get with you as I got women lined up.”

You laughed out loud at his words, “Dieter I’m just a regular person. No one knows me.”

“Yeah but that’s because you don’t put yourself out there,” Dieter explained, “You haven’t been really trying to date or anything.”

“You keeping tabs on me?” You question playfully.

“Well I mean you do live in my guesthouse,” Dieter pointed out.

“Yeah I also answer your emails, take your phone calls, look for auditions and upcoming projects, book your airfare and your flights, your drives to all your events, talks to your agent, your lawyer, your publicist, your stylist and I even book you all inclusive romantic ocean view suites for your debauchery adventures,” you listed off.

Dieter looked at you concerned, “Are you feeling overworked? If you need help I could find someone else to come in and help you. Whoever you want, you could have a say in who we pick if you feel like you need it.”

“Oh no it’s not like that,” you responded assuringly, “I don’t feel overworked or anything. I like my job, I like to keep your life on track. Frankly I think it helps keep my life on track too.”

“So when do you get to have fun then?” Dieter questioned her.

“On Friday nights when I get dumped and have a sit in with my boss whooping his ass at scramble,” you explained.

“If that’s your definition of fun then we desperately need to host an intervention,” Dieter grumbled running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t think that the subject of the intervention is supposed to plan out the intervention,” you said thinking it over, “I think the other people around them are supposed to inflict it on them.”

“Alright fine then I’m initiating the intervention right now,” Dieter proclaimed.

“Ok” you shrug unsure how to respond. You were sure that this was all playful stoner banter that he would surely forget in the morning like you two always did.

“Alright step one,” Dieter started sitting up and sitting cross legged facing you, “So why did Matt say that you were the best head he’s gotten?”

“What?” You laugh at the sudden question from left field. You weren’t surprised by the sudden change of subject. It happened often with Dieter.

“What does that have to do with anything?” you asked him.

“Well, the first step of the intervention is honesty,” Dieter explained, “and I’ve been real curious by what he meant by that.”

“Are you asking me that because you want to know what he meant by that or are you asking because you got cheated out of getting head tonight?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn it really be a terrible thing if it were both?” Dieter asked with his signature puppy dog eyes.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your own grin from him.

“I mean it’s not like either one of us is getting laid tonight or anything let me live vicariously through Matty cakes dumb assery,” Dieter pleaded.

There was a slight pinch in your stomach at his words. You tried not to think about it. You didn’t want to follow down where this road went but you were always curious as to why Dieter never even attempted to ever have sex with you. Sure he’d make sexual comments and low key flirty remarks but they were never directed at you. You secretly wondered if that meant that he truly was not interested in you but the logical part of you also knew that was how it needed to be. He was your boss and this was real life, not a porn hub set.

“Besides I don’t even really give a shit about getting head all that much,” Dieter continued to say.

“Bullshit!” YOu called out shaking your head, “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s mostly true,” Dieter explained, “I mean it’s nice but frankly I’d much rather be the one giving head or eating pussy more than receiving.”

“Then why are you so curious about why Matty Cakes said that I’m too good at giving head?” You challenged him.

“First off, no redirection,” Dieter pointed out, “as I said we’re talking about you and not me. And secondly you just called him Matty Cakes for the first time which I think is progress in this intervention.”

“I don’t even think I really believe that that is the real reason why he dumped me,” you began to say, “I think he’s just pissed because all of his boys are giving him shit about me or trying to hit on me.”

“How?”

“He told them my story about the guy I puked on and how I got my reputation at UCLA,” you stated.

“They know that it’s a joke right?” Dieter questioned.

“Guess the dumbasses didn’t get the memo and thought it was real,” you shrug thinking back to all the creepy DM’s you got from his friends.

“So he’s the one that told them that story and then got pissed off that he’s friends started coming after you?” Dieter questioned.

“Pretty much,” you shrugged, “it’s stupid and ya know what? I don’t like stupid guys. Honestly any feelings that I may have had for him died at that moment.”

“Good because you could definitely do better than that ass hat,” Dieter stated, “but what did he mean about you being good at it? Did you go down on him a lot?”

“Not really,” you retorted, “I told him that I wouldn’t go down on him unless he went down on me. But the last time that I did I guess he seemed pretty into it.”

“How so?” Dieter continued to question.

You felt the heat creep over your cheeks, it had been about a month since it happened, “I don't know… I just do it.”

Dieter could see the pink in your cheeks spreading. Truth is he never allowed himself to entertain the idea of having you. He thought you were hot as hell and definetly someone he’d consider fucking when the two of you had first met. But then again those days were filled with him trying desperately to get a break in Hollywood. When he wasn’t doing that he was hooking up with every hot chick that came his way and partying it up everywhere he went. You were doing the same, it just so happened that you were two ships that never fully crossed paths in that regard.

Dieter really did have to discipline himself to not think of you in that way over the years. His whole career would not be what it was today without you keeping him in line. He knew that if he ever did try to sleep with you it’d only eventually he would ruin everything between the two of you. Any time any thoughts of you crossed his mind he’d distract himself with drugs, alcohol or other women. He wanted to keep you as his assistant and a friend more than what would eventually be another person on his list of scorned ex lovers. Dieter needed you more than you needed him.

And yet…

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Dieter proposed earnestly, “oral I mean.”

“What?” You asked surprised, feeling all the haze from the weed quickly fading.

“I’ll go down on you if you go down on me,” Dieter continued to say, “all I’ve wanted all night long is to eat someone’s pussy. Let me take care of you better than Matty Cakes ever did.”

Dieter wasn’t fully convinced that you would say yes but he figured he might as well take his shot. Meanwhile you felt your face get hotter and your cunt clench at the thought. You had walked in on him plenty of times or had nothing but a wall separating you from his lovers. Their screams of pleasure rang in your ears even though you’d most of the time but on your big headphones to tune it out.

“Do you want to go down on me?” You question him surprised. You were used to his forwardness but this was the first time he’d ever been direct about wanting you.

“Is that a serious question?” Dieter asked with that same lopsided grin he had when he was playful.

“I just figured that you wouldn’t be into me like that,” you mused back shrugging.

“What? Why?” Dieter asked, surprised.

“Well you’ve never even…” you started to say before realizing that the thought in her head was probably better left there than coming out of your mouth.

“Never what?” Dieter questioned, his eyes full of concern.

“I mean…” YOu shrugged, “you’ve never really hit on me before or asked me for anything like this.”

“That’s partially only because my manager and agent threatened to castrate me if I ever ran you off,” Dieter explained, rolling his eyes, “that and well… I need you.”

You roll your eyes at his words, “you don’t need me. Not like that anyways.”

“Yes I do,” Dieter exclaimed and started talking quickly, “Well no- no- I mean I guess you’re right not like that that. But don’t take that the wrong way please. Because you’re fucking gorgeous. I’d kill to be the one burying my face between your thighs until I get your whole body shaking every night. But I usually always fuck things up with every person and with and I need you to run my life for me because there’s no way in hell that I can but also I need… I want…”

It was rare for you to see Dieter all tongue tied and twisted like he was now. Your stomach was churning with a secret desire. The forbidden fruit in the form of your best friend with fluffy hair and puppy dog eyes. You were still a little shell shocked from hearing that he wanted you at all.

Dieter scooted closer to you, “Do you want me lick your pussy till you come apart in my mouth? Because I sure as hell would love to see you on your knees for me. And it Matty Cakes is right about you being good at it I would be on my knees every day begging for your mouth.”

For the first time you felt yourself dampen between your legs as you pictured Dieter on his knees looking up at you.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You questioned him tightening your thighs together.

Dieter chuckled, noticing your movements. He scooted even closer, placing a hang on your leg and sliding his fingers between your thighs.

“Look babe,” he started to say, “we’ve been friends for years now. Let’s make a deal. I’ll eat you out and you go down on me, and when we’re done, if you want, we’ll never talk about it again.”

That was the first time in your friendship that he had called you something besides your name. It made your stomach flip with anticipation.

“If I want?” You repeated at his choice of words.

“That is unless you decide to beg on your knees for my tongue every night,” Dieter said, his eyes darkening with desire, “in which case my mouth is at your service babe.”

He called you babe again. More images and thoughts of the forbidden fruit passed through your mind. But you tried to shove that away and think about it logically. You two were both adults, and you really did believe that you could just go down on each other and then just let it go. Which is exactly what you would do, do this one time and then never speak of it again. What was the worst that could happen?

“And we’ll never talk about it again?” You asked him.

“Yes Ma’am,” Dieter nodded, “if that’s what you want.”

You sighed and took a moment before you said, “okay.”

“Fuck yeah,” Dieter said grabbing you hand and bounced off the couch, “c’mon baby, let me tongue fuck you so deep that you’ll still be soaked by the time the sun comes up.”

“Just remember Dieter,” you said as you let him pull you into the bedroom, “this is a one time thing.”

Dieter giggled and looked at you with a mischievous grin, “We’ll see what you say when I’m done with you.”

He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. He was about to pull you in to kiss him but you leaned back from him.

“Wait,” you commanded, Dieter complied quickly but looked at you quizzically, “no kisses. I think that’d be too far. If we’re gonna do this, just oral.”

Dieter felt a slight sting of disappointment but he understood. It probably wasn’t a bad idea if you really did change your mind come morning and really did just want this to be a one time thing. Dieter decided to just take what he could get from you.

“Alright babe,” Dieter nodded, “I guess I’ll just have to smother you with kisses on your other lips instead.”

You felt your pussy clench at his words. You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face. Before you knew it Deiter ducked down, tossing you over his shoulder and took you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the California king bed. You flopped down, giggling. It was something that you did when you were nervous or filled with anticipation, you couldn’t tell which. Dieter climbed up on the bed and hovered over you for a moment. He was staring at you, his eyes were dark with desire but still had the same warmth they always had.

God he wanted to kiss you. Your giggle made him instantly hard and now Dieter’s own mind was running away. He would honor your wishes but god he wished he could kiss you. Rip off all your clothes, have your nipples harden under his tongue, slap your ass and feel you cum on his cock, consequences be damned. The idea of you really never wanting to bring this up again worried but right now he just forced himself to push that out of his head and be in the moment. If he was going to have a shot with you he would just be fully present in the moment and deal with the blowback at sun up.

You were breathing shallow now, giddy with anticipation. Dieter leaned down and kissed right below your breasts over your tank top. He slowly kissed his way down while fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants. You sighed looking at his messy curly hair, you always wanted to run your hands through it. Usually either to mess up his perfectly styled hair or in an attempt to tame it. So you slowly brought up a hand and ran it through as he slowly laced his fingers on the inside of your pants and your panties.

“You sure about this babe?” Dieter asked, sitting up slightly toying with the skin under your panties.

You nodded in agreement.

Dieter smirked, piercing you with his gaze. You could see his dimples forming as he smiled, it made your heart flutter. Now that you were lying here in his bed with his fingers wrapped around your panties you could take in just how damn handsome he really was. Dieter began pulling down your clothes while also dragging his fingers down your legs. He tossed them onto the floor and got his first look at your cunt.

“Fuck babe,” Dieter said with a carnal growl, “god you’re so sexy. I should have tried a little harder to get into your pants at some point.”

“Well it’s not like you ever really tried before now,” you pointed out trying to maintain your breathing, you feel like you were about to burst with pure desire.

Dieter suddenly looked up at you with concern, “did you really think all these years that I was never attracted to you?”

That felt like a too heavy question giving the current position that you were in, “Are you gonna tongue fuck me or not Bravo?”

“Yes ma’am,” Dieter nodded, now sliding down the bed so that his face was just hovering above your hot wet cunt, “but I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. You’re fucking perfect babe.”

His apology made the mood feel heavier, and it made your heart skip a beat. However you didn’t have to spend too much time on it because in the next second Dieter leaned down and kissed you slowly. You felt his lips graze against your clit, they were soft and warm. He slowly made his way down, kissing you with just his mouth all the way through. You felt your legs quiver with each kiss. Dieter giggled, you could practically feel the vibrations all through your whole body through his little laugh. He wrapped his big arms under your thighs, pulling them apart and keeping a firm grasp with his big hands.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, dragging it slowly up the folds of your slick and circled it around your clit. You moaned pathetically under him, throwing your head back and taking in sharp breaths. Your whole body felt like it was on fire from your fingertips down to your toes. He now took his whole tongue dragging it from top to bottom slowly. You gasped loudly now leaning up on your elbows looking down at him.

“Fuck you taste good,” Dieter mused lifting his head a bit and licking his lips.

His eyes were locked onto yours as he ran his whole tongue sliding through your slick as you got wetter at watching. He felt like hot velvet against your most intimate parts, you reached down with one hand and lace it through his curled. Dieter seemed encouraged by you touching him. He pulled your legs further apart giving him more access. He dug his tongue into you as deep as you could, you could feel your head getting lighter from the pressure. Your remaining elbow gave out on you as you fell back onto the bed, you put your arm above your head. Your legs twitched and you bucked your hips up at his tongue.

Dieter giggled, “you’re a squirmy one aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it,” you giggled feeling slightly embarrassed, “I usually can’t hold still for something like this.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me babe,” Dieter responded kissing your clit, “I like that I can give you a full body experience with just my tongue.”

“I figured most guys would be annoyed by it,” you replied

“I think it’s sexy,” Dieter responded, “I wanna try something.”

You looked down at him curiously, he stuck his tongue out and circled it around your clit. Your legs twitched again and your body rolled with pleasure.

“Damn you’re sensitive,” Dieter observed with a Cheshire grin over his face.

“I can’t help it,” you mused back feeling your brain turn to mush.

“Well maybe someday if you’re up for it I’ve got a couple things that would make you hold still,” Dieter purred with a flare in his eyes.

You felt yourself fire up inside at his words, filled with hot desire. You knew what items he was talking about given then you ordered most of them at his instruction. You pictured yourself in his bed, handcuffed to his bed frame and the spreader bar between your legs. It made you squirm even more at the idea.

Dieter laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Now Dieter pulled your legs apart as much as he could and buried his face in your wet cunt. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue lapped at you over and over. You’re brain definitely deteriorated into mush as he tongue fucked you. You cried out in pure ecstasy and rock into his mouth, moving in rhythm with him. He holds a hard grip around your legs, you tighten your grip on his hair. He growls into your soaked cunt, now moving at a desperate pace. He moves his tongue from top to bottom and occasionally stopping to suck your clit.

You feel another jolt of pleasure as Dieter reaches up and slides two fingers into you. You moaned loudly.

“Fuck babe you’re soaking wet,” Dieter purred, feeling the breath against your slick, “god you’re fucking perfect.”

Dieter runs the tip of his tongue against your clit with mild pressure while he moves his fingers quickly in and out of you. Now you feel your orgasm quickly building up. It was like lighting a firework inside of you, you could feel the fuse burning up quickly with the anticipation explosion coming on. Your fingers and your toes were tingling as you cried out. Then Dieter delivered the final shot as he curled his fingers a bit, hitting you in just the right way and now wrapped his whole mouth around your clit sucking. The firework within you exploded spectacularly, your whole body was trembling now. Your orgasm ripped through your body, mind and soul.

You squirmed around in the bed against Dieter’s fingers and face. He was so fucking hard right now. He’d never seen someone that was quiet as squirmy as you, as if you really were having a whole body experience just from him tongue fucking you. God he wanted to wrap his body around yours entirely, feel you tremble against him and use his weight to keep you still or at the very least squirm against him.

Your breathing is heavy as you come down from your orgasm. Dieter slides his hand up your stomach and under your take top as you continue to roll your body through the end of your orgasm. He liked the way your skin and your body rolled under his palm. It really took every morsel of self control that he had to not just rip your shirt off and pounce on you to kiss you and make you get a taste of yourself.

Eventually you calm down and look up at him. His chin glistened with the remains from your wet cunt. He was staring at your body, you could tell that he was deep in thought. You were tempted to ask him what he was thinking about but it was probably not a good idea. Besides, the two of you did have a deal.

You sit up getting your face close to his, you could practically smell your own musk on him.

“Your turn,” you said, placing your hands on his chest as you sat up on your knees.

You gently guided him down on the bed, he flopped down and you swung your legs over him straddling him. You sat down on him and immediately felt his hard cock through his pants. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from you and you swore you could almost feel him twitch under you.

“You just gonna sit there giggling on my cock all night or suck on it?” Dieter smiled, running his hands on your thighs.

“I don't know, I think I felt you enjoy my giggle,” you said playfully, batting your eyes.

“You’re a tease aren’t you?” Dieter questioned with a devious grin.

You just shrugged above him.

“I like all these new things that I’m learning about you,” Dieter said, running his hands up your thighs to your waist.

You smiled, feeling a fond warmth in yourself at his words. The daunting thought of what would happen in the morning flashed through your mind. But just as quickly as it came you pushed it away. You had work to do.

You shimmied down him, grabbing at his belt buckle and undoing his pants. You pulled them gently down and his cock sprange free. You wrapped your hands around him, pumping him slowly and gently, he growled and closed his eyes revealing your touch. He was already hard as a rock, you leaned down getting your face close to him and kept pumping. A bead a precum was already forming, you decided to use Dieter’s own trick against him. You stuck out the tip of your tongue and ran it over his head gently.

Dieter groaned with shaky breath, opening his eyes to look down at you. You looked so unbelievably sexy toying with him like this. You swirl your tongue around his head a few times gently, you could feel him throbbing in your hands. You then enclosed your mouth around the top half of him sliding your lips and your tongue on half of him slowly and sensually.

“You are a fucking tease,” Dieter whispered running his hands through your hair.

“Do you need me to pick it up?” You ask earnestly wondering if you were bothering him.

“Dont you fucking dare stop,” Dieter ordered and then gave you the warm pouty eyes, “Please?”

You smirked, biting your lip before you placed your tongue at the base and ran all the way up to the tip swirling around and kept eye contact with him while you did. Dieter shuddered in your hands and felt his chest tighten up in a way that he never really felt before. You enveloped him in your mouth entirely, sliding your tongue over his whole length. You could feel him throbbing in the back of your throat. It was getting sloppy with the amount of drool that became natural lube that you used to pick up the pace.

Dieter grunted under you, keeping a hard grip in your hair. He was in heaven right now. This felt different than the usual head that you got. Truth was, you were trying to put as much fervor into him as he put into you. You would always usually match the same energy and effort that someone put into you. You needed it to be great so you kept pumping him in your mouth. Occasionally focusing your tongue around the head and against where you could tell he was extra sensitive by the way he’d moan your name as you did. Truth be told, listening to him like this and feeling him throb in your mouth was making you wet again.

Then the unthinkable happened. Well, unthinkable to Dieter. He didn’t even feel it coming on, usually he could tell when his orgasm was coming on. He’d get so caught up in the moment chasing down his orgasm like a dog chasing a tire until he reached his peak. But not this time.

All at once his balls tightened up, his cock was throbbing harder than he’s ever felt his whole damn life and his orgasm exploded out of him unexpectedly and all at once. He swore he could feel his whole body coiling up with electric like fire that came exploding out of his cock. He was seeing stars and his mind went totally blank. You had made him cum for a blow job.

You weren’t expecting it either, but either way once you knew what was happening you kept your mouth and tongue wrapped around him tightly. His hot seed painted the back of your throat and you swallowed it quickly. You weren’t a huge fan of swallowing but you seemed to both be so caught up in the moment that you took it. You slid your tongue and mouth up his cock and you sat up on your knees wiping your mouth. You closed your eyes, swallowing down his cum as best you could trying to hide the fact that you didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of it. Except that he was already staring at you wide eyed like a deer in the headlights. In fact his whole body was shaking lightly.

“Sorry,” you said flatly, “I don’t really like the taste of baby gravy all that much.”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Dieter questioned as the seriousness faded from his face.

“What? Baby gravy?” You said with a playful smirk.

Dieter burst out laughing, running his hand over his face. When it looked like he was about to stop laughing he locked eyes with you and started laughing vivaciously again. His laugh was contagious. Even the reality of what you two had just done started to sink in but in a fun playful way. You flopped down next to him, and giggled uncontrollably until you were both laughing like maniacs for the next five minutes. Who knew that your near decade of friendship would end you up here.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Dieter finally asked after he was completely red faced from laughing.

He rolled over on his side, propping his head up on one hand.

“You were there,” you pointed out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I mean how did you make me cum?” Dieter questioned looking earnestly at you.

“You’re asking me that question?” You retort with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” Dieter explained, “I don’t think I’ve cum from a blow job in years. Usually it doesn’t get me there.”

“Bullshit,” you said, shaking your head. You didn’t believe him.

“I’m serious!” He almost shouted back at you, “it’s almost impossible for me to cum with my dick in someone’s mouth. I’ve tried to, I’ve tried desperately to have someone get me there but holy shit babe! I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in…”

“Really?” You almost whispered to him, “this is the first time that you’ve ever really cum from a blow job?”

“Promise,” Dieter replied.

Dieter sat there, staring at you in wonder. You looked so fucking beautiful right now. Your eyes were twinkling from your orgasm and your cheeks were still flushed from the laughter. Even Deiter felt like his whole body was hooked up to an electric current coursing through him. The giddiness from your funny baby gravy line in tangent with the feeling his his throbbing dick exploding in your mouth made him feel nearly euphoric.

“Jesus fucking Christ I need to send Matty Cake’s a thank you card for dumping you,” Dieter went on to say, “and I’m most definitely gonna be on my knees every damn day begging for your mouth.”

As much as you wanted to reveal in the idea, there was a slight wave of sadness that washed over you. You had been trying to avoid the elephant in the room but now that you two had done the deed that you had both agreed upon you’d have to face reality in the morning.

Dieter could practically read your mind with the way your face changed. The realization of what had just happened filled Dieter with a deep dread. His stomach sank and all of the euphoria drained out of him quickly in that moment when it suddenly crashed down on him like a ton of bricks that he was totally, completely and insufferable head over heels in love with you.

Dieter rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling avoiding your gaze. He could feel that he had the deer in the headlights look on his face again. You also just laid on your back, trying to enjoy what little time you had left before you face reality

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Synopsis: a slow burn love story of my favorite chaotic mess of a man Dieter Brave and F!reader. 18+ eventually, minors dni

Trigger warnings: mentions of drugs, death, death by overdose, domestic abuse. Eventually smut.

Authors Note: I haven't written in years, but I have fallen down the rabbit hole of so many talented writers here on tumblr with Pedro Pascal character fanfics. I’m a sucker for a good slow burn, smutty, fluffy love story. Goal is to keep it around or under ten chapters. Any feedback would be appreciated! Also I’m new to tumblr and don’t really know how to use the platform so any advice on that would be nice too.

Chapter One

You cringe when your phone rang for the fourth time today. This is what it was like when Dieter had nothing to do. He’d constantly be blowing up your phone asking you where you put the sex toys that he’d ordered, what's next on his schedule for press or shoots or sometimes it’d be even something more ridiculous like if you believed that Octopuses were really aliens that landed on earth from a meteor. He’d be like this whenever he didn’t have someone to keep him company or in between projects.

“Yes boss?” You answered as you placed your iphone on speaker as you continued typing away at your MacBook finishing up Deiter’s reservation at a resort up in Canada for a project next year.

“What am I doing this weekend?” Dieter asks not bothering to greet you first, this was normal.

You clocked on the calendar on your MacBook, “You have a podcast with Stephen from Vanity Fair Saturday morning at eleven. Other than that your day is free.”

“Hey set me up a reservation for the Marriott in the Marina,” Dieter began barking, “and book two seats for the sunset cruise and dinner on the bay.”

You opened up google typing in the resort, you were used to Dieter giving you demands like this.

“Two seats?” You questioned him and you clicked book now, “who are you going with?”

“A friend,” Dieter replied sheepishly.

“A friend?” You repeated with a raised eyebrow, “Who is it? I’m gonna have to put her name on the second seat for the cruise so you’re gonna have to tell me anyways.”

Dieter was quiet for a moment, “Lola.”

“You gotta be kidding me,” You said, rolling your eyes, “her again?”

“What she’s hot,” Dieter responded, you could practically see her pouty puppy dog eyes he had as he spoke, “and her and her ex just broke up.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again,” Dieter said dramatically, “she’s on the rebound and slumming it and I’m loving it.”

You rolled your eyes again, “you know you don’t have to pick women who are slumming it just to get laid you know. There’s plenty of beautiful women all over L.A. who would happily spend an evening on a sunset cruise. Why do you need to pick the wicked witch of the L.A.?”

“See that’s where you’re wrong,” Dieter began to say, “Those women only wanna hang out with me because I’m a big time movie star. They dont really give a fuck about me.”

“And you think Lola does?” You pointed out.

“No not really,” Dieter said with a hint of sadness in his voice, “but honestly fuck it. I just wanna go out on the ocean, eat some good food and then eat some good pussy. Lola’s good for that.”

“Alright,” you said, conceding knowing that this was a time old argument the two of you have had many times. You knew that it wouldn’t go anywhere and you still had too much to do today to spend the time arguing.

“Do you want the all inclusive romantic suite with, jacuzzi bathtub with an ocean view or would you rather have the scintillating views of downtown LA with the wood burning fireplace?” You asked reading through the options of the luxury suites that were offered.

“Hm they both sound nice,” Dieter said mulling it over in his head, “where would you rather get eaten out? In front of the fireplace or on the edge of the jacuzzi tub?”

Neither, you thought to yourself. Your boyfriend that you’ve been dating for the last few months didn’t really like eating you out and wasn’t all that good at it.

“It’s the middle of June,” you pointed out, “it’s too hot for a fire. But then again knowing you and Lola you’ll be all over that room before the nights over.”

“I know,” Dieter said with a small growl of anticipation in his voice as he palmed himself through his sweats thinking about it, “Fuck it, give me the jacuzzi ocean room.”

“You got it boss,” you said, selecting the room.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds were the clicking of the keyboard on your MacBook and Dieter’s low breathing. Once you finished all the bookings you said, “I’m forwarding your reservation and the tickets to your email.”

“Thanks,” Dieter muses and then mechanically says, “what are you doing this weekend?”

“Matt’s taking me to that new Italian place 7th St,” you responded.

“Oh so Matty Cakes finally decided to step up his game and take you someplace nicer than Wok n’ Roll?” Dieter teased.

“Hey I love Wok n’ Roll,” you pushed back, “And not everyone can afford a sunset dinner cruise for dinner. Some of us are just regular people instead of big superstar actors.”

“Urgh thank God I’m not one of those,” Dieter responded.

You and Dieter had been friends for nearly ten years now. You met for the first time at your drug dealer's house, the two of you happened to be buying cocaine at the same time. Honestly you don’t even really remember the details the first time you met. You had come to LA to try to be a dancer while also attending UCLA. You had spent most of your early twenties shamelessly partying, doing drugs to keep your energy up to dance, working as a bartender, and going to school. You hadn’t declared a major in anything, you had a long list of ideas of what you wanted to do but couldn't decide on any one thing.

You and Dieter would spend a year running into each other before you two really became friends. You ran into each other at your dealer's house, at the bar where you worked and even a few parties. At the time Dieter had been a smaller actor, getting a few small parts as a supporting cast in a few movies and a handful of appearances on Law and Order. You two would make small talk, giving life updates in between weeks or months of not seeing each other.

One thing was perfectly clear from the moment you met Dieter. He was absolutely handsome and he knew it and was a total slut. But despite that he never did hit on you. Albeit you had a different circle of friends and there was a never ending line of hot women that threw themselves at Dieter. He was also twelve years your senior which may have played a part in why he never hit on you.

Your life had come crashing down one night in October. When you had moved out to LA to attend school you already had a brother living out here. He had left your home town a few years back. He was the one that had convinced you to move out here and to apply for UCLA. Your brother was your best friend, you had been so mad when he announced that he was moving out to LA when you were still a teenager stuck at home.

Then everything went to shit. You had gotten a call from Cedar Sinai letting you know that Brandon had overdosed. You were beyond devastated and catatonic for months after that. You had stopped eating, gotten fired from the bar you worked at because you kept calling out and dropped out of classes because you couldn't keep up with the work anymore. You spent endless months in your tiny shitty apartment, only ever leaving for groceries. It was then and there that you had decided to quit. You flushed everything you had and never did any drugs since then.

Then about six months after Brandon’s death you were sitting at an Ihop at 3am. You needed to get out of your apartment after months of being a recluse and you only picked his Ihop because there was no one else in it. Then Dieter walked in alone and went to sit at the counter and ordered a coffee. You sat in the booth, minding your own business until Dieter saw you.

He exclaimed excitedly about how he hasn’t seen you in awhile. How he even went to the bar you worked at asking for you. Your drug dealer had told Dieter that it’d been months since he had seen you. You were surprised to hear this from the eccentric actor. However a few breaths in Dieter had picked up that something was wrong. He sat in the booth across from you, inquiring what happened.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You had told him everything that had happened. He stared at you with those damn puppy dog eyes and listened diligently. He was deeply sympathetic and kind to you that night. You had told him about how you were about to get kicked out of your apartment because you were behind on the rent and out of money. How you had considered moving back home.

Dieter had talked you out of it. He ended up getting you a job as his personal assistant and let you live in his guest house that was off the main house up on the hill in Sherman Oaks. He paid you well, even set you up with his therapist that apparently made house calls. His therapist would come visit Dieter at the main house and then send him to the guest house for you. You always gushed to Dieter about how you couldn't afford to live in Sherman Oaks and a therapist who made house calls. But Dieter insisted, that was the thing about Dieter. If you could get into his inner circle he was loyal to the death. You weren’t exactly sure how you got there but you did.

As the years had dawned on you two had developed a deep friendship. He never once attempted to hit on you which you kind of appreciated. You appreciated Dieter as a friend far more than a lover. That was the curious irony of Dieter, he was loyal to a fault but also went through lovers and girlfriends like you went through your socks. Dieter was far too chaotic for your tastes. It was entertaining to sit on the side lines and watch him make a total ass of himself. He also landed a few dream roles over the years and became a superstar and you were thankful that you got to play a part of that. He really was a brilliant actor and a good friend when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass.

Hours later you were standing in front of the mirror near the front door, putting on the finishing touches to your make up. Matt had texted you saying he was a few minutes away. You grabbed your light blue denim coat and threw it over your black dress and made your way out the guest house. The main house was attached to a long paved driveway that was about thirty feet away from the guest house. A black SUV was parked near the door, a man in a suit was opening the back passenger door.

Lola stepped out wearing a short white skirt with a red tank top with a deep V neck, her bleach blond hair was styled in big curls and an ostentatious diamond necklace laid gently between her tits. She had her face hidden behind big sunglasses and didn’t even give you a second glance. Dieter quickly appeared at the front door making his way down the front steps.

“Damn baby,” He said eyeing her up and down quickly, “You looking fuckin’ amazing.”

“Thank’s hun,” she said, throwing her arms around him as he came down to her.

Dieter immediately placed his hand on her ass as he kissed her deeply. Afterward he looked up at you.

“Damn little black dress tonight?” Dieter said, looking you over while he kept his hand on her Lola’s ass, “Matty Cakes finally getting lucky tonight?”

“You better not call him that when he gets here,” you shot him a warning look, “You know he hates it.”

“I know that's why I keep calling him that,” Dieter smirked playfully, “it’s funny to see him get all pissed.”

You couldn’t tell but you were pretty sure that Lola was rolling her eyes behind her Armani sunglasses.

“So did Dieter tell you that he’s taking me on a sunset cruise tonight?” She chimed in, running her hands up and down Dieters chest while keeping her eyes on you.

“Nope sounds romantic,” you smirked while Deiter looked down at his pleather shoes sheepishly.

“He really is,” Lola said, glancing between him and you, “and then we’re staying at the Marriott near the marina. He really is the sweetest.”

This was something Lola had done from the beginning. You could tell she was the jealous type, she always made a bit of a scene of staking her claim in Dieter in front of you. Despite the fact that you and Dieter had repeatedly told her you two were just friends, Lola still liked to dangle Dieter in front of your face like a shiny toy. Dieter always seemed to tune out whenever she did, he didn’t care for the drama that Lola always seemed to start.

“So where’s Matt taking you tonight? That tacky Chinese place down by the beach?” Lola questioned while still hanging off Dieter.

“Um no we’re going to that new Italian place that just opened up,” You replied trying to be civil.

“Oh I’ve been there so many times already,” Lola purred as if she were bored with the conversation, “word of advice if you wanna fit into that dress of your come summer order a salad. Their pasta dishes are huge.”

“Thanks Lola,” you nodded sarcastically, you were used to her many backhanded compliments.

“Alright well I’m bored,” Dieter said turning back in, “let’s go baby, I wanna go get on the boat already.”

He turned her around and slapped her ass as the two of them climbed into the SUV. As they were pulling out of the driveway Matt’s car drove up and pulled to a stop near you. You went to go get in until he turned the car off and got out.

”Hey, you ready to go?” You asked curiously as he got out.

“Actually we need to talk,” he said as he placed his arms on the hood of the car.

You felt your stomach flip at his words but also wasn’t surprised. In fact you were surprised by the fact that you weren’t surprised by what he was saying, “Okay.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t think this is working out for me.”

“Okay,” you said glumly, “why?”

“I just can’t stop thinking about what you had said last time you were over at my apartment when we were watching that movie,” he went on to explain.

“What I said when?” You said trying to rack your brain that night.

“What you said after I finally got you to go down on me,” Matt stated, “about how you used to have a reputation for giving the best blowjobs at UCLA.”

“It was a joke Matt,” you replied with feeling your anger build, “I told you the actual story behind it. It was a stupid rumor that went around my dorm building but everyone knew the truth, they were saying that about me ironically.”

The truth was that you had been blowing this guy you were seeing but you were so drunk that you had ended up puking mid job. It was definitely not funny at the time and embarrassing as hell but over the years you’ve learned to not take life too seriously and it was a little funny now looking back on it. You were young and dumb and luckily made it through those days relatively in one piece.

“Really? Because Travis has been asking me a lot of questions about you lately,” Matt continued on, “he asked me if your reputation still holds up and if I’d be willing to share you with him.”

“What?” You asked shocked, “what the fuck, why would he ask you that?”

“Have you been flirting with him?” Matt questioned.

“No,” you shot back, “he DM’d that one night at like 3 am and sent me a dick pic which I told you about by the way and I blocked him after that.”

“Well now I’ve been hearing from all my friends that they all wanna bone you and I don’t like it,” Matt ranted on, “and now they all know about your UCLA dorm reputation of being a slut and now they wont stop asking me about it.”

“How did they hear that story?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Huh?”

“How’d they hear that story?” You repeat yourself, “I only told you that story because you’re the one who brought up embarrassing stories after telling me yours. Did you tell them?”

“Look it doesn’t matter how they know,” Matt redirected, “the point is that I don’t want a hoe for a girlfriend and no one’s that good at giving head unless there’s some truth to it.”

“Oh so that’s what this is about?” You asked amused, “so you liked the head I gave you?”

“Well not anymore because now I’m just wondering how many other guys' dicks you’ve had in your mouth and now I’m just grossed out,” Matt said, throwing his hands up, “and I don’t need to hear it from my friends or whatever other dudes you’ve had.”

You stood there in a stunned silence as he got back into his car and drove out the driveway to the gate. Did you just get dumped for being too good at giving head? There’s no way. You didn’t believe that was the real reason, sure you may be alright at it but you didn’t think that you were extraordinarily talented at it or anything. But you could tell from the beginning that Matt’s friends were all douchebags and Matt kind of was too. You wanted to give him a fair chance but you weren’t very attached to him, you didn't even really care that you had just gotten dumped you were just surprised that you were.

Well fuck it, you thought to your self. You had been looking forward to going to that Italian restaurant. Even if it meant going alone and eating a whole damn bowl of pasta by yourself, you’d find a way to have a good evening.

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You sipped the red wine from your glass slowly, scrolling on instagram mindlessly. You had blocked Matt and all his douchebag friends. An empty bowl of Alfredo mushroom pasta laid next to you. It had been delicious and well worth the trip. The restaurant was definitely one of sophistication and romance. You had tried to ignore all the couples or families that were out together. You ended up not being able to get a table without having to wait forty five minutes so you opted for the bar. It did you better anyways because then you could have your back to everyone around you and try to ignore the sting of being out alone on a Friday night.

Then out of nowhere a familiar voice came from behind you, “this seat taken?”

Before you even had a chance to respond Dieter slid into the chair next to you. He had his sunglasses on and avoided your gaze, he was rubbing his temple in discomfort.

“What are you doing here?” You question him, “I thought you and Lola were gonna have a cunilingis party in your jacuzzi tub.”

“Yep we didn’t make it that far,” Dieter confessed and got the bartender's attention, “crown whiskey please, neat.”

The bartender nodded and turned to get a tumbler glass.

“Where’s Matty cakes?” Dieter asks, still avoiding your gaze.

It’s only now with Dieter sitting besides you being aloof that you thought to really look at him. The side of his face was a little pinker than normal and there was a small cut on his cheek. You went to grab for his sunglasses, taking them off delicately. His eyes snapped at you with anger while you sighed frustratedly.

“Did she hit you again?” You say hushed toned.

“Well it’s not like I didn’t deserve it,” Dieter replied taking the sunglasses back from you and sliding them up his face, “she was being a bitch, I was being a dick. You know the same old story.”

“You still shouldn’t be allowing her to hit you,” You say sternly, “it’s not right.”

“Eh fuck it,” Dieter said shrugging, “it was more of a bitch slap anyways. I’ve had worse, besides the girls a total psycho. She’s out there throwing a temper tantrum because her rich lawyer boyfriend won’t shell out the $135,000 she needs to go to New York for fashion week.”

“And let me guess, instead she asked you for the money?” You asked unsurprised, taking a sip of wine.

“I would have done it if she didn’t have such a stick up her ass,” Dieter went on to explain, “we were on the dinner cruise and a group of women came up to me and asked for a selfie. She sat at the table and pouted the rest of dinner and before we even got the Marriott she blew up on me because she thought I was eye fucking those women that wanted the picture.”

You weren’t surprised, Lola was incredibly jealous of every other woman that was in Dieter’s vicinity. She had even tried to convince Dieter to kick you out of the guest house even though you and Dieter had always had set a boundary early on of not entering each other’s spaces without notice.

“I don't understand why you put up with her,” you grumbled, “yea she’s hot but there’s plenty of hot women that would line up for you. She’s a selfish manipulative gold digger who’s going to throw a toddler-like tantrum every time she doesn’t get her way. You could do much better.”

“But she’s the one that keeps coming back,” Dieter explained, “and besides when she is in the middle of her temper tantrums the sex is crazy good. We were in the lobby of the Marriott, I tried to off to take her upstairs to make her legs shake all the way to New York, she asked me if I’d give her the money and I made a joke about how she’s like my own personal Vivian Ward and she slapped me and left.”

You rolled your eyes, it sounded like a typical fight between the two of them.

“So where’s Matty Cakes?” Dieter asked now just noticing, “Why you sitting at a bar alone?”

“We’re done,” you said bluntly.

“Good for you!” Dieter said, placing his hand on your shoulder affectionately, “I was hoping you’d wise up and leave his sorry ass.”

“Oh you mean just like how I tell you all the time to forget about Lola?” You pointed out.

“Yeah but you’re a lot smarter than me,” Dieter retorted, “besides you definitely could do better than that ass hat.”

“I’m not sure how true that is,” you responded, swirling the wine in your glass around, “he broke up with me.”

“Why?” Dieter asked, looking over towards you behind the shades.

“Well first off I don’t believe what he said,” you began to explain, “I think he’s full of shit but I don’t know why he’d lie about it. Probably just has a stick up his ass too like Lola.”

“We ought to hook the two of them up,” Dieter responded.

“Please Matt can't afford her,” you retorted simply.

“So what did he say?” Dieter questioned further.

“He said that he’s pissed because a couple of his friends are into me a guess and he told them the story about how I used to have that reputation for giving the best at giving head at UCLA,” you started to explain.

“From that time you ralphed all over that guy when you were drunk?” Dieter questioned, recalling one of the many late night talks you two had over the years, “What did you puke all over him when you were going down on him tonight?”

“No,” you said flatly.

“Hm too bad,” Dieter replied, “he deserves it. So he's pissed that his boys are into you? That’s stupid, if that were me I’d just make it clear to my friends that you're mine and show you off like you deserve instead of being a little bitch about it.”

“You’d think so,” you agreed, “but he said that he agrees with my reputation and doesn’t want a girlfriend that’s too good at giving head because obviously that means that I’m a hoe.”

“Wait so he actually broke up with you for being too good at giving head?” Dieter asked with a furrowed brow. A few people around the restaurant started giving you two funny looks, but you were used to getting stares from Dieter’s blunt openness even in public, “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! If you’re that good at it he should be on his knees begging for your mouth every night.”

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. You didn’t really think you were that good at and also agreed that it was a stupid thing to get dumped over. But there wasn’t enough attachment to Matt. You were getting sleepy off the wine, you were ready to put this day to rest.

“Was he good at going down on you?” Dieter continued to question.

“Not really,” you confessed, “he didn’t really like to do it. Even when we were dating I tried to tell him if he wouldn’t do it to me that I wouldn’t do it to him but he bitched, moaned and complained if i wouldn’t.”

“Jesus,” Dieter said, running his hands through his hair, “Alright let’s go back to the Marriott.”

“Go back to your hotel with you?” You asked surprised.

“C’mon,” Dieter said, standing from the bar and tossing a fifty dollar bill on the counter, “let’s drown our sorrows in Mary Jane and we can play scrabble all night.”