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Telephone Games {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.9k

Warnings: Drug use, phone sex, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talking, angst, Dieter being horny, slightly sub/dom undertones, begging, face riding, anal, vaginal sex

Comments: Your quarantine is supposed to be a relaxing time away from your boss, Dieter Bravo. Until he calls you complaining about his lack of stimulation. Surprising him when you agree to phone sex, you change the dynamic between the two of you, possibly forever.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Two weeks, fourteen whole days. Broken down it would be three hundred and thirty six hours that you would be by yourself. Unable to run the most obnoxious and inconvenient errands for your boss, Dieter Bravo.

This is going to be a vacation. You smile as you glance around the small room. Nowhere near as nice as the larger suite you know the star has, you brought his bags up and set out his cocaine so he didn’t flip out when he couldn’t find it in the two point five seconds he was looking for it. But the room has a larger stand alone tub you could soak in and you have WiFi. No Dieter begging you to run to his room to draw a bath or wash the one shirt he just had to wear. Yep, this was going to be magical.

It takes an hour for Dieter to be bored. His hair is already messy from him running his fingers through it, and he had already snorted some coke. He knows he can’t just snort coke all day. He’s not desperate enough to risk overdosing. He groans, flicking through the TV channels as he tries to distract himself. “Fuck!” He yells, tossing the remote across the room. How is he going to endure two weeks by himself? He’s going to go crazy.

Humming to yourself, you settle into the bubble bath. Sighing at the hot, fragrant water you are immersed in. Phone open and your reading app open. It might be the first time you get to finish a book in a few sittings since you started working for Dieter. The man paid well, but he was so needy that you rarely did more for yourself than flop into bed each night. It’s been two glorious days of peace and you pick up your wine glass that had been delivered and take a sip, settling in to read.

Dieter feels like he’s about to rip out his hair. It’s been two days without human contact. He fucking hates it. He needs people like he needs air. He needs to be loved. Dialing the front desk, he asks to be connected to Carol. Wondering if she’d talk to him. The phone dials and she answers. “Carol. Carol. Hey. It’s Dieter.” He smiles, trying to be charming.

“Hey.” Carol answers cautiously.

“Hey. Hey. Carol. Beautiful Carol. What are you doing?” Dieter asks as he sips the martini he had delivered to his room.

“Um. Im just- I’m watching a movie.” She says.

Dieter is too impatient to have small talk so he jumps straight into it. “What are you wearing?” He asks, voice deepening.

“Are you- are you - are you trying to have phone sex with me?” She asks, her tone is disgusted.

“No.” Dieter tries to brush it off, scoffing at the very idea despite his cock aching in his pants. He’s sick of his own mind, he needs fresh material to jerk off to.

“You’re so gross.” Carol hisses through the phone.

“You don’t know me.” Dieter responds, slamming the phone down. He sighs, picking up the cast list to cross Carol’s name out. No one wants phone sex. Dustin said no. Lauren said no. Carol said no. He won’t call the Tik Tok girl - she’s too young and he’s not a creep. “Fuck.” He hisses, rubbing his cheek. He stares at the list, trying to figure out who to call next until it hits him. Grabbing the phone, he asks to be connect to your room, listening to the dial tone.

Goddamnit….you huff and look over at the desk phone by your bed. You knew eventually it would ring. You had just hoped it would be more than day 4 of quarantine. “What do you want, Dieter?” You answer, cradling the phone in your shoulder as you continue to flip through the movies available on Netflix. Of course it was Dieter, it had to be. No way the hotel people would be calling you and anyone else would use your cellphone. Dieter has probably lost his somewhere in the ether of his room or dropped it in the bath and killed it - again.

He bites his lip, a little apprehensive to ask you for what he wants, but he doesn’t want to piss you off. You keep him in line, keep his entire life on schedule. He’d be lost without you honestly. He has always found you sexy but he doesn’t want to overstep and lose you. “I’m bored.” He whines.

“Have you watched the list of movies that I put together for you?” You ask, wondering how much of his Coke he has gone through. Dieter would stay up for days, fueled by alcohol and drugs, often with whatever flavor of the week he was hooked on. However, you couldn’t deny that he was brilliant. Both as an actor and an artist. “There are a lot of rumored Oscar nominations in the mix.”

He scoffs, “I’m not interested in movies. I’m bored of them. I watched one but it’s too…too artsy.”

You can’t help but snort at that. “So what do you want?” You ask with a sigh.

Dieter worries his bottom lip, dry from lack of hydration. “I’m horny.” He complains, deciding to be direct with you.

“Dieter.” You blow out an exasperated breath, wondering how long it would take him to get to this point. “I cannot just call up that Madame in London and order you a girl or a guy.” You roll your eyes. “You are in quarantine. I know you brought that toy with you and you have your hand.” You hear him huff but you continue on. “I even packed you another bottle of lube. It’s in the side pocket of your big bag.” You’ve seen all kinds of things working for him, although you’ve never walked in on him and anyone or himself - thank God.

He whines, a low sound in the back of his throat as he lifts his leg and flops it back on the bed in a display of frustration only he can see. “I don’t want the toy. I don’t want to watch porn or think about it. I want - fuck. I want phone sex.” He growls at you. “No one wants to have phone sex with me.”

You bite your lip, rolling your eyes at the petulance of the grown man you are paid to take care of. You can listen to him whine about this for hours, or you can seemingly give him what he wants. “So let’s have phone sex.” You reason practically, tone even and clear.

His eyes widen, taking the phone away from his face to stare at it in shock. “Really?” He whispers, surprised you said yes.

“Yes. Let’s do it.” You say, nonchalant.

He pouts, “I don’t want you to say you’ll do it and not be into it. Then it’s boring.” He whines, his cock now half hard as he imagines you, his assistant. He’s always thought you were pretty hot but he depended on you too much to hit on you. He’s horny, not stupid.

You roll your eyes again, shuffling down onto your bed and continue scrolling through the shows. It’s not like Dieter isn’t hot, you’ve always thought so, but he’s way too much to get involved with. Plus you would be out of a job when he got bored. But this- there was no real sexy. “Come on baby, you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about fucking me?” You purr, dropping your voice to a sultry whisper. “Not even once? Right now you can tell me anything, it’ll be like I’m right there.”

Dieter can’t help the strangled groan that escapes his mouth. “I have.” His confession doesn’t make him embarrassed, he’s imagined a lot of people when he’s jerking off. “I- I’ve imagined bending you over in my trailer.” He confesses, reaching down to squeeze himself through his ratty sweatpants. “What are you wearing?” He asks, his cock hard and throbbing now at your sultry tone.

You almost snort, looking down at the oversized t-shirt and shorts you are wearing, knowing that it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. “Tank top and panties.” You murmur, not surprised that he’s imagined you before. Dieter doesn’t discriminate when it comes to who he will fuck, you have to give him that. “You can see my nipples through it.”

“Fuck.“ He groans reaching into his sweatpants to wrap his fingers around his now throbbing cock. “Pinch those nipples for me baby. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan so sweetly for Dieter.“ He requests with a slight whine in his tone. It’s clear that he would not be considered dominant sexually, perhaps he prefers to be looked after since he has such a demanding day job.

You nearly groan when he refers to himself in the third person, barely keeping yourself from gagging. Instead you fake a breathy moan and shuffle slightly so he hears you moving, “Fuck. Dieter.” You pant. “Are you- fuck, you are palming your cock? Is it hard for me?”

“So hard for you baby. So fucking - fuck - hard.” He pumps his cock slowly, almost crying at the relief he finds from his own touch, yet it feels so different with your voice in his ear. “You got a fucking Oscar winner hard for you, sweetheart. Are you pinching those nipples? Is that sweet little pussy wet for me?” He pants slightly.

Clicking on a movie and turning the volume down while you play the teaser, you roll your eyes again. “So wet.” You moan, shuffling your legs again. “It’s been so long since I touched myself.” You confess, even though you had definitely masturbated when you woke up this morning. “I’m fucking throbbing for you, baby.” You know he doesn’t mean any of the pet names and neither do you, but if it helps him get off, you’ll do it.

He pumps his cock a little harder, twisting his wrist. “Fuck baby. Are you rubbing your clit?” He groans, “such a good girl for me. Tell me what you want. What do you want from Dieter?” He pants. “I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to rub your pretty little clit and send me a photo. I want to see it.” He pleads.

There’s no way that you are going to send him a picture, so you need to distract him. You moan, making sure that it’s breathless and whimpering. “Dieter.” You whine. “Want you to let me suck your cock.” You lie. “Let me suck that big, fat, Oscar winning cock and swallow down your cum.” After quarantine you will just shoot him down until he gets the idea and things will go back to normal.

“Fuckkkk.” He groans, your words making his stomach twist and his cock twitch violently. “Fuck yes. Want to watch you suck my cock. Wrap those pretty lips around it and swallow every fucking drop of cum. Gonna- gonna - fuck - send you a picture.” He fumbles with his cell phone, finding it under the sheets, and he snaps a photo of his hard cock in his hand before you can protest, sending it to you.

You gasp, getting the picture and looking at it before you can stop yourself. You’ve never actually seen Dieter’s cock, although you’ve heard the rumors. His hands are massive and that thing is still big in his paw. “Oh fuck.” You whine, feeling your cunt throb for the first time during this entire conversation but you don’t touch yourself. It would be wrong. “Oh fuck, you’ve got a big dick.”

Lost in the haze of lust, he groans your name. "It's all yours baby. All fucking yours." He thrusts into his hand as he twists his wrist, getting closer to cumming. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tell me - tell me what you're doing." He pleads, needing more from you.

You reach for your wine glass, moving onto another movie. “Oh fuck.” You whine. “I’m pushing three fingers inside my pussy, wishing it was your big, fat cock inside me.” You moan loudly and keen like you just struck something wonderful. “Oh fuck Dieter!”

"That's it baby. Oh fuck. Sound so pretty when you moan. So fucking hot. Want to hear that wet pussy. Let me hear it." He begs, his balls now pulling up as he gets close to his orgasm. You roll your eyes, pushing two fingers into your mouth and making a wet, sucking noise. "Oh fuck yes. Can hear how wet that little cunt is. Fuck. Gonna - I'm gonna cum. Are you close?" He grunts, the phone now tucked into his shoulder as he jerks himself and pushes his shirt up so he doesn't stain it.

“Yes, fuck- gonna cum.” You pant out, making yourself start breathing really hard and every little sound you make is a pleasured whimper. You make a strangled noise and cry out softly, leaning back against your pillows as you fake an orgasm into the phone for your boss.

"Fuck. Sound so good. So fucking - fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He growls. His hand tightens around his cock as he cums, spurting hot seed over his hand and stomach. His chest heaving as he has the first satisfactory orgasm in a week. "Fuck baby. Sound - sounds so good." He slurs a little, high from his orgasm.

You sigh breathlessly, acting like you are coming down from your own orgasm. Listening to his pants through the line and having to admit to yourself that it sounds hot. When he’s sounding less winded, you hum. “That was good right?” You whisper. “Ready to relax and maybe get some sleep after cumming? I know I feel boneless.”

You are silent for a moment, waiting for his response, until you hear the snores echoing down the phone. "Of fucking course." You roll your eyes, slamming the hotel phone down into the holder, and you sigh in relief as you settle back into your bed. Dieter, meanwhile, has the phone still tucked into his shoulder, his cock still out as the cum dries on his stomach. His snores echoing loudly in the room.

Going back into your phone, you bite your lip and open the messenger again. Quickly deleting the photo he sent you. “You don’t want to start getting a shit ton of dick pics.” You remind yourself, hoping that it will be enough to keep Dieter happy for a few more days. Although, you have a feeling he’s going to call you again.

He wakes up a little disoriented. The permanent damage drugs have done on his brain cells catching up with him as he gets older. Still doesn't stop him from grabbing the tray that he keeps on the nightstand and snorting the remainder of the coke on the tray. He rubs his nose, closing his eyes as the high hits, and he grimaces when he sees his cock still out and dried cum on his skin. Shuffling off of the bed, he heads into the bathroom to shower. He is certain he wants to have phone sex with you again.

You are doing your nails when the hotel phone rings again. Making you sigh as you set your nail file down. Honestly it’s surprising that it took this long for him to call. Either he actually slept for hours- which would do him good, or he actually tried to do without for a bit. “Have you showered since you fell asleep with your cock in your hand?” You ask as you answer the phone.

He is grateful you can’t see him as he flushes in embarrassment. “I, uh, you wore me out.” He chuckles, trying to cover up his awkwardness. The drugs have worn off, the Kit Kats eaten and all he wants is to get off. He has been thinking about you - which is strange. He has never thought of you when he jerks off, always imagined you to be off limits since he doesn’t want to lose his assistant. “Are you…are you horny by chance?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as he holds the phone.

It’s honestly a little sweet that he is asking, although you know that if you aren’t, he would probably pout. “What do you have in mind?” You ask with a small smirk on your tone. “Want me to listen to you play with your toy?” You giggle slightly, almost airheadedly, but you know he eats that up.

He lets out a whine, his cock twitching as he searches for the flesh light he’d sent you out to buy late one night. It has vibrations. “Did you charge it?” He asks, shuffling off of the bed, and the phone cradle drops to the floor as he walks over to his suitcase. He shuffles things, tossing clothes to the floor as he finds the bag with the flesh light in it.

“It’s charged.” You tell him, continuing to file your nail.

Dieter drags the phone back to the bed, setting it on the nightstand before he settles back on the bed with the flesh light. “Okay. I’m - fuck. Talk dirty to me.” He orders with a smirk.

You bite your lip to keep from snorting and hold your hand out to make sure your nails are even. “Since it’s just me in my room, I’ve just decided to not wear clothes. Walk around naked all the time.” You coo. “Easy to just spread out on my bed and rub my clit or ride my own toy.” You confess, even though you are full clothed. “It’s liberating. Tits out, pussy on display. I’m surprised you aren’t naked too. Or are you?”

He hardens at the thought, imagining sharing a room with you and just being able to bury his face or cock into your pussy. “You know I like my robes.” He chuckles, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock while holding the phone in his free hand. “What kind of toy do you have, baby? Tell me about it.” He orders, slowly pumping his length in his hand.

You giggle and huff. “I’m single, I’ve got more than one.” You hum. “There’s my favorite. It sticks to the shower wall so I can fuck my self on it. Six inches, thick and there’s this vein on the silicone that just scrubs my pussy perfectly.” You don’t have that toy anymore, you had worn it out and haven’t replaced it. “Then I have my wand for just stimulating my clit. And my remote controlled panties when I want a thrill during the day. Along with my butt plugs.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groans, the sound deep in his chest. “Fuck. I want to see that. All of it. You wear the butt plugs during the day when I’m filming and shit?” He asks. You hum in affirmation, and he groans again, unable to stop himself. “I really want to see that. Baby. I want to see you. Send me a photo.” He pleads. “I need to see your tits. Anything.” He knows he sounds pathetic but fuck, being trapped in this room has him crawling the walls.

Pulling up your cell phone, you Google search a pair of tits, finding a set that looks close to your size. You know he won’t look online and know you are sending him a fake set of tits that aren’t yours. You quickly send it to his cell phone. “Only picture you’re going to get.” You warn him.

He scrambles for his cell, opening your message, and he hisses at the sight of your beautiful tits. “Fuckkk.” He pants, “look at your titties. Just want to bury my fucking face in them and motorboat you.” He sets his phone down and reaches for the fleshlight. Grabbing the lube he permanently keeps on the nightstand, he cradles the phone in his shoulder as he pours some lube into the toy before he notches his cock at the entrance, pushing into it with a groan. “Are you squeezing your tits now?” He asks.

“I am now.” You coo, switching your file over to your other hand to start working on them. “I know your hands would feel so good. Big and rough.” You bite your lip and whimper. “Would you pinch my nipples or suck on them?” You ask.

“Both. Jesus. I’d do both. Bite them too. I’d ruin you baby. Ruin you with my cock. You - you’d beg for more.” He’s a little more dominant today, needing to feel in control of his situation. He groans, thrusting into the toy before he turns on the vibrations. “Fuck. What are you doing? Talk to me. Need you to talk to me.” He whines.

You whine, this one genuine, at the idea that he would ruin you. “Oh fuck, I- I’m pinching my nipples and grinding down on a toy.” You pant out, reaching over and picking up the nail polish you had decided on. “Wishing it was a cock, teasing me before it pushes inside. Don’t you wish it was your cock?”

“Yes. Good girl. Good fucking girl. I wish it was my cock. Wish you were riding me. I’d let you use my cock however you want. You could cum however you want. Use my cock however you want.” He rocks his hips up into the toy, imagining you surrounding him. Your perfume, your eyes looking into his.

You chuckle breathlessly. “I’d tie you to the bed Bravo.” You growl, smirking at the idea of his lust blown eyes begging you. “Fuck your cock until I cum and then just sit on it. Not letting you cum until I was good and ready. Until you begged me to cum like a good boy.” You huff. “Are you a good boy, Dieter?”

“Yes ma’am.” He responds breathlessly, cock throbbing at your words. “I’m a good boy. I can be your good boy. Fuck baby. I’m close. You gonna ride that toy properly and cum for me?” He whines, needing to hear you cum again, it’s all he can think about.

You uncap the polish and start painting your nails, moaning and whimpering into the phone. Every few seconds gasping and bouncing on the bed after you finish a nail. “Need you to cum.�� You pant out. “Want to hear you baby.” You moan again, squealing while you fake yet another orgasm for your boss, breathing the sounds down the line.

The sound of your squeal sends him over the edge. He thrusts deep into the vibrating toy, grunts escaping his lips as he works himself higher until he is burying his cock into the toy and painting its plastic walls with his cum. “Fuck. Fuck.” He grunts, wishing you were on top of him. He swallows harshly, closing his eyes as his neck hurts from keeping the phone in the crook. “Damn. That was- hello? Hello?” He frowns at the dial tone. “She fucking hung up on me.” He growls, tossing the phone down before he withdraws his cock from the toy, tossing it to the floor to clean later after turning it off. “Where’s the damn Kit Kats?” He murmurs to himself, suddenly peckish.

The rest of the quarantine drifts by. Dieter calls you often, at least once every two days. You wonder if he knows he’s established that routine or if it’s just when he comes out of his drug fueled haze. You haven’t masturbated with him, something that you are proud of, because it’s becoming increasingly harder to resist. Your clit is throbbing when you hang up, often having to immediately relieve yourself, but you haven’t wanted to cross that line with him. Even if you are pretending to.

Dieter screams in relief when they open his door and announce he has completed his quarantine. The first thing he does is rush to find your room, banging on the door. When you open the door, he immediately shoves his way inside, spinning so fast his robe nearly slides off of his shoulders. “I- are we going to talk about - you know?” He asks, not beating around the bush.

You stare at him in shock, not expecting him to actually come here. You had halfway expected him to ignore the entire thing. “Talk about what?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “You need more coke? Help with your lines?” You know what he is talking about, but it’s hard to admit that. You know he is trying to figure out how to tell you that it didn’t mean anything.

Dieter stares at you, his jaw dropping as he tries to figure out what to say. “I- okay. Um, wow. I wasn’t expecting this. I had this whole scene in mind where you jumped me and - you know what? Forget it. Get me some LSD.” He yells, frustrated with himself as he storms out of your room, pacing the hallway as he figures out why you’re acting like you didn’t have phone sex with him.

Because you are nobody- just Dieter’s assistant, you are not invited to the dinner with the director. It’s a good thing, honestly. You need some time to figure out what the fuck is going on. How to make sure that what has happened doesn’t affect your job. You have spent way too long learning how to manage him, even a little, and you don’t want to have to find another temperamental actor to break in. You eat in the hotel dining room, enjoying being outside of your room and decide to sit in the lounge with a book for a bit, knowing that if your boss needs you, he will send you a text.

Dieter sulks as he sits at the cast dinner, sunglasses on to disguise his frustration that you won't acknowledge that you had phone sex. He wants to fuck you, that much is clear in his otherwise drug infused mind. "Hey." He snaps his fingers at the Tik Tok girl he didn't bother to remember the name of.

She grins at him, wondering what the Oscar winner wants to talk to her about. "You have an iPhone?" He asks.

"Of course." She scoffs like it's a ridiculous question but he lets that slide.

"Show me how to do that face thingy." He orders, taking his own phone out of his pocket and out of the baggy he keeps it in to block any waves and shit affecting his balls. He doesn't want ball cancer.

"Facetime?" She offers and he nods.

"Yeah, that. Show me how to do that." He says. Watching her before he looks at his own phone, your contact on his screen. When he gets back to the room, he is going to Facetime you. Maybe then you'll listen.

The time for the dinner ends and you haven’t heard any screams or outbursts from the private dining room they are in. It’s not that you have been waiting for fireworks, not at all. It’s your job to assist Dieter, and that’s what you are doing. Assisting by being nearby in case something happens. You roll your eyes when you think about all the ego stroking that is going on in that room right now. The director seems like a fucking idiot, and the producer was almost desperate to make this movie, it was going to be a match made in hell as all of you bubbling in this damn hotel.

Dieter groans in relief when the dinner is over, nearly tripping as he rushes out of the room to find you. Speeding to his room to put his plan into action. He strips down, taking everything off except his socks - he likes to be cozy - and he lays down on the bed, hitting the little video button the girl had told him about so he can FaceTime you.

Still reading, a wonderful glass of Pinot Noir at your elbow, you are shocked when you see Dieter’s face pop up with the FaceTime banner. The man who often had you text for him is FaceTiming you? Immediately you wonder what’s gone wrong and answer. “Dieter, what- are you okay? The fire alarms aren’t going off.” You tell him, sitting up in your chair in the lounge.

He smirks, lowering the phone to show you his hard cock. “There’s no fire but it’s hot in here.” He coos, making you roll your eyes and groan at how cheesy he is.

“Stop. Go back to your face.” You plead, and he huffs, bringing the camera back to his award winning face. “What’s wrong with you?” You hiss, glancing around to make sure no one saw his cock.

“I’m horny.” He whines, “please baby. I need - talk dirty to me. I can’t get off with porn anymore. Doesn’t do anything. I want to hear you talk. I want to see you.” He pleads, biting his lower lip.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before you look back at the screen. At least he’s not panned the camera down again. “You need to put your boxers back on and go to sleep.” You tell him firmly. “You have filming tomorrow with an early call time for makeup. Go to bed, Dieter. I’ll wake you up at three o’clock sharp. With your favorite coffee in hand.”

He whines, the sound low and in the back of his throat, as he protests you dismissing his sexual needs. "Fine." He huffs when you refuse to budge. "Fine. See you in the fucking morning. 3 am? Fuck me." He growls, tossing the phone to the side without care as he reaches down to wrap his fingers around his cock. Groaning while he thinks of you with your mouth around the head. "Fuck baby." He groans, not realizing that he didn't hang up.

Your cheeks burn, turning down the volume on your phone as Dieter grunts, unaware that he didn’t end the call. You should do it, you should totally hang up. Instead you bite your lip and listen as he starts to jerk off, just like you have so many other times over the phone.

Dieter groans your name when he cums, unable to stop himself as he thrusts into his hand and spilling onto his bare stomach. He can’t stop thinking of you and he knows he’s fucked. He wants you and you don’t want him so he’s resigned to his fantasies.

You sigh quietly, hanging up the call and look around. You know that it’s just some passing infatuation and you need to just resist the temptation of giving in to him. You would sleep together and it would be awkward. No, you can’t do it.

The next few days pass by with you avoiding Dieter except to do what you need to do for your job. He hates it. He hates just sitting with you. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He never had an issue with it before but now he constantly wants to be around you. He wonders if the easiest solution is to have sex with someone else. He’s asked everyone he asked for phone sex again if they want actual sex until he goes to the front desk to see that pretty blonde. She’ll do to help him forget about you. He swaggers over to the desk, leaning on it with a smile. “Can I ask you a question?” He asks and she says yes. “Do you want to have sex with me?” He asks, almost begging.

Anika smiles, looking over at the Oscar winning actor. He’s sexy and she’s had a crush on him. “Yes I do!” She exclaims, making him flush happily, eager to get you out of his mind.

“Great.” He huffs, relieved that he might get you out of his thoughts.

Anika pouts,”but not now.”

Dieter pauses and gives a slightly desperate, “when?”

Straightening slightly, she gives him an answer. “When I get to know you, because I like you.”

That’s not too bad. “Great.”

Anika keeps going, “and then I would like you to meet my father and if you get his permission, you will sign a lifelong agreement. Because I am a pure angel and you will not come across someone like me again.”

Dieter’s face falls and he shakes his head. “No. No. You don’t understand. I'm trying to get over my assistant. I can’t fuck her despite really really wanting to. Please. I’m begging you. Let me try and forget. Just be a good girl and let me eat your ass.” He begs, reaching up to pull on his hair.

You walk into the lobby, just in time to hear “be a good girl and let me eat your ass”. Quickly turning around and going back the way you came. You had known that Dieter just wanted a warm cunt or ass to fuck. And he just proved it. From now on, you were going to pretend like the phone sex thing never even happened.

Dieter returns to his room, defeated once again in his quest to get you off of his mind, and he curses you despite calling your phone, FaceTiming you after you don’t answer. He frowns when that happens. You always answer. He huffs, dialing again before he texts you. “Answer me.” He orders, hitting send before he slumps against the bed.

You snort when you get his text. Shaking your head and waiting several minutes before you decide to reply. “Mr. Bravo, this is my one day off this week. Is it life or death important? Absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow?” You type before you hit send. “If so, ask Anika, I am very sure she is willing to help.” You send the next message before you turn off your phone.

His eyes widen at your message and he growls in annoyance. “Fuck.” He hisses, knowing now you heard him begging Anika for sex. You likely didn’t hear the first part. He texts you again, “no. Need to talk to you now. Please.” He types, hitting send. He hates typing for himself. It’s not delivered and he taps the screen, frustrated until he throws the phone and it hits the wall. “Fucking thing. Goddamn it.” He shouts, feeling hopeless. He doesn’t know how to process these feelings.

The next morning, you knock on his door, coffee in hand and plaster the most neutral, professional look on your face. “Mr. Bravo.” You knock again even though you have a key. You don’t want to walk into his bedroom and find Anika in bed with him. It’s painful to discover that you want Dieter and like it or not, you can’t have him. Not in any meaningful way.

He groans out, “come in.” His head throbbing from the ecstasy he did last night. Trying to lose himself in his mind but all he did was think about you. It’s killing him that he can’t have you, that you’re too good for him. He hates him, he has never been denied anything since making it big.

You stride into the room, discreetly glancing over at the bed before you walk over and set down the coffee on his nightstand. You don’t know if you are relieved or angry that he sent her away after fucking her. “Your call time is in an hour.” You inform him stiffly. “You might want to pour yourself into a shower, I’m sure your castmates will appreciate it.”

He groans again, flipping onto his stomach and revealing his naked ass as he shoves the covers down. “No. I don’t want to do this stupid fucking movie. I- I just want to stay in here all day. Don’t make me go.” He pouts, whining like a child. Sometimes it feels like you’re paid to babysit. “I didn’t fucking sleep. Couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about you.” He confesses.

You avert your eyes and move over to the bathroom. “The stupid fucking movie will buy your drugs for the next few years.” You remind him, even though he’s already rich. His house is worth more than all the houses you’ve lived in ever. You reach into the shower and turn on the water and set out his towel, wondering how you had done this before without thinking about him naked.

Lost still in a haze of exhaustion, he shuffles off of the bed, forgetting he’s naked as he stumbles towards the shower. Stepping in under the hot water, he groans and closes his eyes, not paying attention to your presence. “Don’t want drugs. I want pussy. Your pussy.” He murmurs, dropping his head between his shoulders.

Unable to resist, you sneak a peek at him before you turn around and walk out of the bathroom. He can dress himself so you sit down on the couch and start going through emails. Since everyone was isolated, he didn’t have a lot to manage today. Most of them are simply taking care of the day-to-day issues of him being out of the country.

He comes out fifteen minutes later, hair washed, teeth brushed, and looking more human as he grabs his holey sweats that he can wear to the studio. He doesn’t bother with underwear knowing they will have some for him. “Anything interesting?” He asks, knowing you are going through his emails.

“The housekeeper is threatening to quit if you don’t stop leaving drug paraphernalia around for her to find.” You tell him, not even bothering to look up. “She said it’s the drugs or used condoms, pick one.” The threat comes at least once every few months, although it’s funny that she only sent it now. “You’ve not been home in weeks. Have you been giving your code out to flings again?”

He scratches his head, trying to remember before his eyes widen. “Shit. My cousin. I told him when we were drunk that he could use my place when he wants and gave him the code. Fucker is taking his dates there to impress them and get laid.” He rolls his eyes, “can you change my code?” He sighs, looking at you with longing. You look beautiful this morning. “I haven’t had sex in sooooo long so obviously it’s not me.” He whines dramatically.

You roll your eyes and bring up his security system to change the code to the door for his access. It would change anyone else’s code, just his. “I won’t even tell you how long it’s been for me, you would die.” You mutter, changing the code and sending a text to his phone with the new code - although he will forget to look when he gets back to LA. “Time to go, the driver should be here.” You motion towards his coffee and stand.

His eyes dip down to your ass and he swallows harshly, grabbing the coffee. "Please." He whimpers, making you turn around.

"What?" You ask.

"Please." He gasps, shifting closer to you.

"Dieter. I-" You shake your head and Dieter shifts to kneel in front of you.

"Please please please, let me fuck you. Please. I beg you. Let me lick your pussy. Let me make you cum. I just - I need you." He breaks down, tears in his eyes as his heart pounds with his need for you.

You stare at him for a moment, heart pounding and you can’t help the way that your entire body hums in pleasure at the idea that this man, this handsome, successful man is on his knees begging for you. Until you remember that he is an amazing actor and will do practically anything to get what he wants. Shaking your head, you reach down and pull on his arm to get him to his feet. “You need to make your call time. You need to go to work.” You bite off the ‘you don’t need me’ that had almost come out, knowing that it’s true though.

Dieter lets out a wail of frustration, shuffling closer to you to grab onto your legs. "Please. Please. I just- fuck. I can't stop thinking about you. You're all I can focus on. I haven't - I barely learned my lines because you are in my head." His head presses against your thigh and he breathes you in, groaning at the smell of you.

You stare down at him and bite your lip. You weren’t lying, he needs to be on set. “Dieter, you have a job to do.” You huff. “I- you just want to fuck me and the second it’s done you will either pass out or kick me out of your room. Or fire me.” You ignore his sounds of protest. “You want me to think about it?” You ask. “Prove it. Prove you want me and not just some hole to stick your dick in.”

He leans away from you, his dark eyes meeting yours, and he nods. "Yes. Yes. I am going to prove it to you. Just you wait baby. You'll be the one begging for me to fuck you. Wait - no. No. I- please don't take that the wrong way." He pleads as he shuffles to stand up. "I want you. For more than sex." He says and the words feel strange on his tongue. He's never said that before and meant it. He leans forward to kiss your cheek before he grabs his robe, rushing into the bathroom to get ready.

You roll your eyes, blowing out a breath as a crisis is averted. There’s already enough shit going on with this shoot. He will lose interest by the time he is done for the day and you can go back to your previous pre-quarantine relationship, and maybe you can quit developing feelings for your boss.

Dieter sags in relief when the director calls cut and dismisses the actors. Dieter decides to do something unexpected as he makes his way over to the catering table, putting together a cup of coffee for you. He carries it over to you where you are speaking to the other PAs, holding it out towards you with a hopeful smile. "I got you a coffee."

Eyes widening in surprise, you are very aware of the other PAs chuckling nervously at the fact that Dieter brought you a coffee rather than it being the other way around. “Oh, uh, thank you.” You take a sip while he beams at your acceptance of his gift. “Are you going to the actor’s dinner tonight?” You ask him, curious about his plans.

He nods, "yes. I, uh, was wondering if you'd want to come with me. As a - as my date." He is nervous, scratching his neck as he blushes a little. He hasn't had to ask a woman out like this since high school when he was the nerdy theater kid. He is used to women falling at his feet, but you are different.

You are keenly aware of the sounds of shock from the other PAs, but you ignore them, your face on fire. Instead of telling him that it’s not appropriate for him to ask that, you see the hint of vulnerability that you don’t think is put on. “I wouldn’t want to go to that alone either.” You admit, nodding slightly. “I’ll go with you.”

His answering grin makes your heart thump and he can't help but surge forward to press his lips to your cheek, making Gunther shout across the room about health and safety protocols. "I will have someone send you some outfits to pick from. I want you to knock 'em dead." He grins, wanting to show you he's serious. You aren't his assistant tonight, you are his date. He grins at you once more before he rushes off, shouting for one of the PA's on set who he knows can help him.

It’s unusual to have him even think about you, so it’s sweet and surprising to find that he actually followed through. Normally requiring you to do everything for him, it’s honestly nice to open the door to find several dresses on a rack for you to choose from.

Dieter actually brushed his hair, decided to put in some proper pants and a shirt, and shaved. He’s cleaned up and he is excited to take you to the dinner, even if it’s only a few floors down. He heads to your room, flowers in hand, and he is actually nervous. Shifting from one foot to the other, swallowing harshly as he knocks on the door.

You answer the door, surprised to see flowers in his hand and you immediately repress the urge to ask what floor he stole them from. Not wanting to make light of his effort. “Come in.” You tell him, opening the door. “I’m almost ready.”

He shuffles inside, nervous for the first time in God knows how long as he follows you into your room. He is apprehensive, unsure of how to feel as he enters your private space with the flowers in hand. “Here.” He holds out the flowers towards you.

“Thank you.” You give him a smile and look down at the flowers. “I think this and the coffee might be the first things you’ve ever gotten me. Besides my paycheck - which I cut myself.” You joke, taking the flowers and smelling them. You put them in a water glass on your small little table and gesture towards your made bed. “You can sit, I don’t have a sofa, but I just have to finish doing my hair.”

He nods, rubbing his hands on his black pants as he waits for you to finish getting ready. When you come out from the bathroom, his jaw drops, and he can’t help but stand up. “Fuck me. You look- you look fucking delicious.” He groans, walking over to you and he drops his hands when he remembers himself. You don’t want him.

You reach out and touch his arm. “You look good too.” He even looks sober, which is shocking for him. “Are you ready to go?” You ask, picking up your handbag which is always full of things Dieter might need. Just because you were his date didn’t mean he wasn’t going to require things from you.

He smiles at your compliment, nodding and exaggerates holding his arm out towards you. He loves when you wrap your fingers around his arm, and he guides you out of your room towards the reception room where the dinner will be. He strides in, proud to have you on his arm, and he even asks for water after they offer him champagne, deciding to hand you the glass instead.

You are floored when Dieter hands you the champagne flute, mouth dropping open slightly when he asks for a water. Unsure if this was because you had told him to prove it or if he had decided to go on some no alcohol kick. Although he’s never done that before from what you remember. When Ronjon moves away, you lean in. “Are you feeling okay?”

Dieter nods, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah. I'm good. Just - just happy to be here with you.” He confesses, knowing he seems like a whole new person but seeing you tonight, it fills him with purpose. Something he hasn’t had since the high of winning an Oscar. He wants to be with you, to love you, to be loved by you. You make him want to be a better man. “Thanks.” He takes the water from Ronjon and sips it, thinking this is the first time he’s been truly sober in months.

You ignore the surprised looks from some of the cast, a few of them probably don’t even recognize you. Some of them, namely Carol, were a little too self absorbed even though she thought she was an amazing ‘people’ person.

He ignores the looks, unable to stop himself as he wraps his arm around your waist. “Come on, let’s go sit down baby.” He murmurs, unable to stop himself from leaning in to smell your perfume, groaning softly to himself.

You walk over to the table to sit down, Dieter pulling out your chair and Gavin looks up from where he was talking to Darren, the director. “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head and looks around. “This dinner is for principle cast and production only.” He tells you. “Sorry, must have been a miscommunication.”

Dieter responds before you can, leaning over towards Gavin with a smile. “She’s my date for the evening.”

Gavin shakes his head, “you didn’t hear me…principle cast and production only.”

You reach for your purse, “I can go.”

Dieter grabs onto your arm to stop you, shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere.” He tells you, looking back at Gavin. “She’s staying. She’s my date. Unless you want an Oscar winner to walk off set and speak to the press via Zoom about how the production here isn’t following Covid safety regulations.” He bites his lower lip to suppress his smirk when Gavin’s eyes widen. Dieter had seen him walking around during the mandatory quarantine out in the grounds before he met some woman and kissed her. He had broken quarantine.

Gavin narrows his eyes slightly and looks towards Gunther and Bola before relaxing. “Apparently someone isn’t listening to the rule of not fucking the talent.” He huffs, making your face burn with embarrassment. You had heard the speech, getting it from him with the other PAs even though you weren’t attached to the movie, you were Dieter’s assistant that he insisted on bringing with him.

“She isn’t fucking me. This is a date.” Dieter hisses, softening as he takes your hand in his. “She isn’t a set PA. She’s my personal PA and I want her to have dinner with us all. Otherwise I will leave with my girl and we will order room service. I’d rather eat my dessert off of her anyway.” He smirks, winking at you.

You bite your lip, not hating the idea at all. There’s a couple of snickers from some of his cast mates and Dustin lifts his glass. “Good for you.” He tells Dieter. “It would probably be better than this dinner anyway.”

Dieter wants to touch you, his fingers twitching as he turns to look at Gavin with his eyebrows raised, waiting for his response. Gavin gulps, knowing Dieter had seen him so he nods, “fine. She can stay.” He clicks his fingers to call Ronjon over to have the cook prepare an additional plate.

“Good.” Dieter nods, turning his head to wink at you.

The dinner is surprisingly lighthearted. Dieter is paying more attention to you than anyone, turning and making sure you enjoy the food and making snide little comments that have you giggling. Underneath the selfishness and insecurity, he’s funny. And not in the whiny way you’ve giggled at in the past, he’s really actually funny.

Dieter can’t help it. You look too beautiful and he wants to touch you so he sneaks his hand under the table, reaching down to slide his hand along your thigh. “Did you enjoy the dinner?” He asks, leaning closer so his breath puffs over your neck.

“It was surprisingly good.” Your skin tingles at the way he is touching you, but you don’t stop him. He’s not going under your dress, and you shiver slightly when he breath fans across your skin again. “I’m surprised you actually ate all your food. You normally don’t.”

He hums, “guess it’s because of the lack of booze and drugs. Actually felt hungry.” He kisses your neck, unable to stop himself before he leans back. “You look so beautiful tonight. You look beautiful all the time but tonight, you are fucking gorgeous. A work of art.” He whispers, his lips brushing your earlobe.

You can’t help but whimper, unable to deny the way your cunt clenches. “Thank you.” You croak out breathlessly. Dieter is seducing you in a way that you know you are going to end up in his bed tonight. “I- are- do we need to stay?” You ask, suddenly forgetting what else might be planned.

“We don’t.” He grunts, pushing his chair back dramatically before he stands up. “Nice dinner. I’m tired. Yawn.” He pats his mouth, “come on sexy. Bed time!” He reaches down to grab your hand, helping you stand up as everyone stares at him in shock. He doesn’t look back as he practically drags you out of the reception room. Once you’re in the hallway, he looks at you, catching himself to stop from surging forward to kiss you. “Tell me what you want.” He demands, needing you to tell him.

You bite your lip, wondering what will happen tomorrow but you can’t deny that you want to see what it would be like to be in his bed. You smirk, looking around to make sure that no one is watching you and reach out to cup his cock. “I want you to make me cum like you promised me you would.” You purr, squeezing him gently. “Then make me cum again. And after the third time, I might let you fuck me, Bravo.”

He lets out a sound that can only be described with one word: pathetic. He moans and twitches under your grip, his hands reaching out to grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. “Let’s go back to my room and you can sit on my face until I’m worthy for you to fuck me.” He tells you, leaning in to kiss along your jaw.

You moan slightly at how eager he is to please. You pull out of his gasp and smirk over your shoulder while you sashay over to the elevator, knowing his eyes are on your ass as he chases after you. Not like he hasn’t looked at your ass before, you aren’t a moron who thinks otherwise, but this makes you feel powerful. This Dieter isn’t a man begging to fuck just anyone, he wants to fuck you.

His hand finds your ass, squeezing the flesh, and he slaps it before pressing the button for his floor. He wastes no time in backing you up against the wall of the car, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He is trying to not be too much too soon but he’s wanted you for, how it feels in Dieter’s world, forever. His hands grip your waist, his hardening cock pressing into your hip.

You open up for him. Hands coming up to tangle into his hair and your tongue slides into his mouth. His moan is sinful, making you grind against his cock shamelessly. Loving how he pulses against your hip every time your tongue licks into his mouth again.

The elevator dings as it arrives on his floor and he whines when he pulls away from you. “God, you’re so sexy. Want you to ruin me. Use me to make you cum.” He orders, taking your hand to drag you out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. He’s desperate for you. He fumbles with his hotel key, shifting to lay down on the bed as soon as he’s in the room. “My tongue, cock, and fingers are yours, baby. Use them how you want.”

You grin, enjoying the way that he is begging you to use him. “Strip.” You order, reaching for the zipper of your dress. “You’ve always made me want to shut you up, so I’m going to ride your face and I want to see how hard you get while I do it.” You tell him. “You don’t touch yourself, or I stop.”

Dieter shuffles off of the bed, nodding and saluting, "yes ma'am" before he shuffles off of the bed. Eagerly stripping off his clothes, cursing at the pants because he can usually just push them down. He growls, kicking them off after taking off his shoes, and he lays back down on the bed once he's naked. "Please baby. Ride my face." He begs.

Smirking, you climb on the bed, eager to see what his tongue can do. You’ve always been curious but now you are about to find out. Straddling his chest, you roll your hips forward and watch his eyes as you lower your cunt to his mouth.

He is fucking ravenous, immediately grabbing onto your ass to pull you even closer to his mouth. His tongue slides through your folds like a man starving for his first meal in weeks. His eyes fluttering closed at the delicious, tangy taste of your cunt. “Fuck.” The word is muffled into your folds as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

You moan, louder than you ever have before. Throwing your head back and grinding against his mouth. Everything you’ve heard is true. Fuck, he can eat pussy. “Dieter.” You moan, reaching down and gripping his hair while you ride his face.

He loves the way you grind down on his face, loving the way you seem lost in the pleasure like he knows he is. Your cunt is gorgeous, tangy and puffy when he leans back for a second to look at it before he dives back in. He sucks on your clit, his hands sliding along your ass before he dips a finger in to brush your puckered hole.

You gasp but you shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like Dieter hasn’t talked about fucking your ass during phone sex. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, feeling your muscles clench when he starts to rub circles around the puckered flesh, making your breath catch when he pushes slightly. Not breaking the barrier yet but you know he’s going to while you ride his tongue. Looking over your shoulder, you see his cock leaking against his stomach, fat drops of precum pooling.

He groans when you rock down harder on his face. His cock is aching but he ignores it in favor of making you cum. He dips his finger down to your cunt to gather some of your slick before he presses his finger against your puckered hole, pushing it into the tight muscle.

His fingers are thick. Making you moan again at the feeling of them stretching your ass. Even one is making you feel full and you push back against it, wanting more. “Fuck Dieter, make me cum.” You plaintively whine.

He grunts into your flesh, needing you to cum as he slides his tongue into your cunt, his nose nudging your clit. His pleading for you to cum gets lost in your flesh, but he pumps his finger in and out of your ass.

Thighs pressing against the side of his head, you come apart. Wailing his name and jerking your hips in pleasure while your cum coats his tongue. Surprised at the moan and the way he tries to suffocate himself in your cunt when you cum, you ride out your high watching his dark eyes on you.

He works you through it, loving every second of your orgasm as he laps it up with a soft groan. He withdraws his finger, squeezing your flesh before slapping it. When you release his head from your vice grip, he looks up at you. “Another one?” He rasps, his cock throbbing but he’s desperate to please you.

You shake your head and swing your leg over his head so you can turn and wrap your fingers around his cock. “I don’t want to wait.” You admit, pumping the thick shaft and leaning down to take the tip in your mouth.

“Shit, baby girl. If you do that too much, you won’t get the chance to ride my cock. I am too worked up. Been too wound up thinking about your pretty pussy. Let me - I need you to use my cock how you want. I’m clean but there’s condoms if you want.” He manages to pant out.

You know he is clean, you get his physical information for the insurance policies the studios take out on him, but you still want to be safe. “Condom.” You decide. “I want you to last long enough to make me cum when you fuck my pussy and then again when you fuck my ass.” You decide, pulling off of him and reaching over to the drawer you had stocked yourself.

“Jesus Christ. You’re fucking perfect. Fuck me. Please. Ma’am. Fuck me.” He whines, watching you get the condom and his cock twitches when you roll the condom down his length. “Please baby. How do you want me? I’m yours to use. However you want. Just so grateful you’re letting me feel that pussy.”

You giggle and give him a good squeeze before you straddle him again. Scraping your nails down his chest to make him hiss and whine when you grind down on him. Not sliding him inside just yet. “Good boy.” You purr, lifting your hips and gripping his cock you can sink down on him.

He whines at the nickname, his dark eyes watching you sink down onto his cock. He’s fucking obsessed. His hands reach up to squeeze your tits, loving how they feel in his hands as your walls grip his cock. “Take what you need, baby.” He orders, slowly rocking his hips up towards you.

You do. Swiveling your hips and lifting and lowering yourself on his impressive cock, you ride him with everything you’ve got. His hands gripping your tits keep them from bouncing as you work yourself on him. Gasping and painting out curses when he tilts his hips up.

He groans, watching you with rapture, unable to even blink less he misses a second of the pleasure on your face. “This cock is yours, baby. All yours. Want you to cum on it. Use it. It’s yours.” He says as he thrusts up into you with a hiss, his fingers digging into your tits.

His words make you whine, making you clench around him. Yours to use, it’s heady and empowering. You roll your hips and flatten yourself to him, his hands trapped between your bodies, to press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

He groans into your mouth, sliding his tongue in to slide it against yours. His hands caressing your back, loving how you grind back onto him and he snakes one hand lower to rub your clit, needing you to cum around him. “Cum baby.” He begs, urging you to cum for him.

You whine into his mouth and feel your entire body start to hum. Trembling as you work closer to your orgasm with the rhythm of his fingers playing your clit like he was a musician and your sex his instrument. Thrusting up into you hard and making you cry out when you start to cum.

He loves the way you clamp down on his cock, squeezing him hard, and the sweet cry that flows from your mouth to his has him thrusting up into you with a hiss. He works you through it, bouncing you until you are begging him to stop. Once you are panting, he rolls you over and pulls out of you, taking off the condom to put on a new one while he grabs the bottle of lube. “Want to fuck your ass now baby. Gonna prep you.” He promises, squirting some lube onto his fingers before he circles your puckered hole, spreading the lube.

You hiss at the cold lube, quickly warming up under his fingers as they press into you again. “Oh fuck, Dieter.” Your cheek is against the cool sheet and you push your ass up more. “Jesus your fingers are so goddamn thick.”

He pushes two fingers into your ass, his cock throbbing with how damn tight you are around his digits. “Can’t wait to be inside of your ass. You are so fucking beautiful.” He pumps his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you out. “You ready for me?” He asks.

He pumps his fingers a few more times, sliding them in and out easily. Fingering you while you were riding his face opened you up and you are eager to feel him inside you again. “Please.” You beg, pushing back. “Want you to fuck my ass like you promised.”

He withdraws his fingers, eagerly reaching for the condom and he rips it open, quickly rolling it down his cock. He groans, pumping himself and he looks at you as you lay face down on the bed. He grabs the lube, squirting some more onto his fingers to coat his cock before he shuffles forward, “gonna fuck you.” He shuffles closer and notches his cock at your puckered hole, slowly pushing into you.

You turn your head and look over your shoulder. Moaning at the way he is stretching you out. “Did- did you change your condom?” You pant out when he is bottomed out inside you. The used rubber is flung off to the side and you wonder if he came.

He nods, blushing slightly. “I, uh, I’m just overly cautious of tears. Don’t want any accidents or - or issues. I didn’t cum.” He confesses, not wanting a surprise pregnancy or STI. He closes his eyes, unable to believe how tight you are around him, and he caresses your back before he slowly starts to rock his hips.

Surprised at how responsible he is, you accept his reasoning. Closing your eyes, you moan again when he pushes back into you. “Oh god.” You whimper, twisting the sheets in your fist and tugging on them when the next thrust is even harder.

“Feel good?” He asks, shifting to spread his legs a little wider so he can thrust a little harder. Slowly rocking into you and he clenches his jaw. “I’m sorry for - for being such a dick all the time.” He moans, wanting you to know he’s sorry for making your job harder.

You moan, “I like this dick.” You pant out, unable to rock back, instead you are just taking what he gives you. Your cunt clenches around absolutely nothing and you whine when he changes the tempo again. “Oh shit, oh shit.”

“Good? You fucking like that, baby girl? You like my cock inside your ass? Jesus, you feel so good. So fucking good. Gonna - gonna make me cum. Want you to cum too.” He hisses, sliding his hand underneath you to awkwardly rub your clit while he keeps that same tempo.

He’s thrusting fast and shallow. His hips are constantly moving and adding to the grunts that pour out from behind you. Each awkward swipe of his fingers makes you clench and moan like the absolute whore that you are while his cock moves inside your ass. “Fuck, Dieter.” Your breath hitches. “I’m - I’m gonna cummmmmm.” You break off in a wail, your walls clamping down around nothing while your puckered hole locks down around him.

He lets out a strangled groan as you cum, making him growl when you grip his cock. “That’s it baby.” He slides his hand out from under you and he grabs your hips, rocking into you a little faster. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Sorry. I’m sorry.” He rambles, unsure of why he’s apologizing but he just spits out words as he buries his cock deep and spills into the condom.

You sigh as you feel him tense, cock getting even harder in your ass while he throbs. Riding out his release with deep rolls of his hips while he grinds into you. You try to catch your breath, panting slightly and biting your lip as you wonder what will happen now that he’s fucked you.

Dieter’s weight is on top of you as he kisses along your neck. “Jesus Christ. That was - wow. I couldn’t - you are incredible. Way better than phone sex. It was amazing-” He blurts out, “but you - you in person are a thousand times better.”

You giggle slightly, his lips tickling your skin and you relax against the bed. “That was what you needed huh?” You murmur softly, feeling completely relaxed abs honestly ready to fall asleep yourself.

“You were what I needed.” He whispers, groaning as he grips the base of the condom as he slowly pulls out of you. He doesn’t exactly know when it happened but Dieter is in love with you. After disposing of the condom in the trash can in the bathroom, he wets a flannel and brings it in to clean you up. “You need anything, baby?” He asks, tossing the rag on the floor as he lays down on the bed beside you.

“M’good.” You murmur sleepily, turning over and shifting closer to him. You aren’t cuddled up to him, but you are closer, eyes drifting shut until you try to force them open but fail.

When you start to softly snore, Dieter chuckles, shifting closer to kiss your forehead before he reaches down to pull the covers over you. He wants to pull you into his arms but he doesn’t, content to just lay there and watch you until he falls asleep himself. When he is asleep, he shifts closer, unconscious as he curls around you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You wake up, in your boss's arms. You never in a million years thought you would be in bed with Dieter Bravo, but then again, you never would have thought you would have had phone sex with him either. It honestly was probably the best decision you could have made. Smiling to yourself, you cuddle closer, drifting off back to sleep.

Dieter wakes up, a soft groan escaping his lips as he realizes you are cuddled into his side. With a smile, he kisses your forehead and gently shifts out of the bed, uncaring of his nudity as he reaches for the phone. He is surprisingly pleasant to Ronjon as he orders breakfast. When you wake up, he has his robe on, script in hand, and he smiles at you. Not his usual fake smile, but a broad, genuine grin. "Morning honeybun." He teases, "I ordered breakfast." He gestures to the food that just arrived.

You sit up, sheets falling to your waist to display your tits and look at him in surprise. “You- you ordered breakfast?” You ask, impressed with his initiative and the fact that he woke up before you.

“I did.” He nods, looking pleased with himself and you slide out of bed to look for something to put on.

“Can I borrow a shirt?”

He nods, standing up after setting his script down to grab you a t-shirt from the drawer. It's worn but comfy. You put it on and he sits back down at the table, taking the metal lids off of the plates. "Got your favorite." He smiles, a little nervous.

“Wow.” You are doubly impressed that he knows what your favorites are. Although he’s got it right, it is your favorite breakfast to have when you are not rushing around. “Thank you.” You murmur, smiling at him. “This is very sweet. Really.” You pick up your silverware and nod towards his plate. “You should eat, I’m sure the director is having a conniption that you aren’t there.”

He snorts, “oh yeah. My big line. ‘These cliff beasts are so large. How do they fly?’” He rolls his eyes, “my agent is never gonna hear the end of this bullshit movie from me.” He picks up a strawberry and bites into it. “I, uh, I actually had something to talk about.” He murmurs, making you tilt your head in confusion. “I want to date you.” He blurts out.

“Date me?” You frown slightly, expecting him to tell you that it was fun but not to expect anything more. Dating you was the last thing you imagined. You weren’t artsy or interesting. You were his assistant for Christ’s sake. “Are you sure?”

He blushes, nodding at you. He suddenly feels shy. “I’m sure. I’ve been a dick. I know that and I’m - I’m sorry. I just - you know me. Inside and out. You know everything about me. The good and the bad and yet you’re still here. I don’t want to act when I’m with the woman I love. I just want to be myself and have them love me for me. Not the money. Or the houses. Or the fame. Me. Dieter.” He finishes, reaching for your hand. “Will you date me?” He asks, eyes soft and not glassy with his high for the first time in years.

You look at Dieter, seeing the naked hope and worry in his eyes. He acts like he doesn’t care what people think a lot of the time, but right now, he does. “Yes.” You answer after a moment. “I’ll date you. But-“ You hold up a finger. “Less cocaine, okay? You’re going to make your heart stop one day.”

He nods, "yes. I know. I- I don't want to keep doing it but...I have a problem and I want help. I don't want to die alone because I overdosed. I'm gonna get some help." He promises, wanting to be a better man for you, because of you. "From now on, you're the only drug I need now baby." He winks at you before picking up a piece of toast.

You groan at his cheesy joke and pick up your coffee to take a sip. “You addict.” You tease playfully. “Just- eat your food Bravo.” You order with a raised brow. “You still have to work today.”

He groans, "would rather spend the day between your thighs but fineeee. Work first then the rest of the night I'm yours. All yours to use and abuse." He jokes with a wink. Who knew he'd fall for his assistant? He was dreading filming this movie but now, he thinks it's gonna be his best one yet. All because of you.

You snort and shake your head, taking a bite of your own breakfast when Dieter stops and looks up at you with wide eyes. “Tell me we can still have phone sex though?” He begs. “In addition to the real sex, because that was sexy.” He waggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle as you nod. “Sure we can.” You promise. “But only if you are a good boy.”

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes, licking his lips as he shifts to kneel down, crawling over to you. “I think I’d like my breakfast now.” He coos, gripping your ankle to spread your thighs.

“You need- you need to go act like you’ve seen a cliff beast.” You pant when he kisses along your inner thigh after you spread your legs for him to expose your cunt.

“Fuck the cliff beasts.” He growls before sliding his tongue into your cunt.

You moan, head rolling back and legs spreading even further to let Dieter lick into you. Feeling the way his own sounds vibrate into your cunt deliciously. “Dieteeeeer.” You whine, pushing his head away gently. “You have to get to set.”

He whines, trying to dive back into your folds. “Please baby. Need my nourishment for the day.” He offers you a smirk, his chin already covered with your slick. “Can’t act unless I’ve had my morning pussy.” He groans, biting down on your knee.

“Oh my god, you are horrible.” You roll your eyes but you don’t stop him when he dives back into your folds eagerly. Making you whine and tangle your fingers into his hair.

He slides his tongue into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open so he can get even deeper. His nose nudging your clit, he wants you to cum before he gets ready to go to set and make this stupid fucking movie.

His tongue flicks against your clit, making your mind blank to everything but the feeling of his tongue. Making you squirm down against him and slide a hand under your shirt so you can palm your tits.

Dieter’s dark eyes focus on you, and he wants you to cum. He sucks your clit into his mouth, sucking harder than before, and he wants you to cum. His hand slides along your thighs until he can press two fingers into your cunt, loving the way you clench around his thick digits.

The whimpers climb with every pump of his fingers, sucking harshly on your clit and throwing you over the edge with a loud cry of his name. Knowing that anyone outside the suite would hear you but you don’t care. Riding out the bliss of his mouth on you and his fingers buried in your cunt while you spasm around him.

He withdraws his fingers after a moment, sliding his tongue down to lap up every drop of cum you have to offer him. He groans into your flesh, cock hard but he doesn’t have time to fuck you. He pulls back after you push on his head, and he places soft kisses along your thighs. “Good?” He asks with a smirk.

“Very good.” You promise, reaching down and stroking his cheek. “Now you have to go get ready for the set.” You hate that you aren’t able to take care of him too, but he’s not even asking for anything right now.

He huffs but nods, “yes ma’am. But later, I want you to fuck me.” He winks, waltzing off into the bathroom to have a quick shower before he makes his way to set. Dieter knows he can easily fuck this up but he doesn’t want to. He wants to make this work because he wants you. He loves you. He’s certain of that. He will do what it takes to keep you, even if it means giving up his drugs. He meant what he said…you’re his new drug.

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going through all my old bullshit, gonna redo all the lil copy paste things for nostalgia purposes

cross out the things you’ve done. [x]

Bold If True [x]

Your stereotypically masculine side

You love hoodies. You love jeans. Dogs are better than cats. It’s hilarious when people get hurt (but not seriously hurt). Shopping is torture. Sad movies suck. You own a car racing game. You played with hot wheels cars as a kid. At some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. You owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. You used to be obsessed with power rangers. You have watched sports on tv. Gory movies are cool. You go to your dad for advice. You own like a trillion baseball caps. You used to collect hockey or baseball cards. Baggy sweats are cool to wear. It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. You love to go crazy and not care what people think. Sports are fun. You talk with food in your mouth. You sleep with your socks on at night. You have fished at least once.

Your stereotypically feminine side

You love to shop. You wear eyeliner. You wear the colour pink. You go to your mom to talk. You consider cheerleading a sport. You hate wearing the color black. You like going to the mall. You like getting manicures and/or pedicures. You like wearing jewelry. You cried watching The Notebook. Dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. You don’t like the movie Star Wars. You are/were in gymnastics. It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. You smile a lot more than you should. You have more than 10 pairs of shoes. You care about what you look like. You like wearing dresses when you can. You like wearing high heel shoes. You used to play with dolls as little kid. You like putting make-up on others. You like being the star of everything.

Appearance

I am shorter than 5’5”. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different colour. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I’ve had/have braces. I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than two piercings. I have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. I’ve been to a casino. I’ve been skydiving. I’ve gone skinny-dipping. I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. I’ve seen the northern lights. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve played a prank on someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi. I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve eaten sushi. I’ve been snowboarding.

Honesty/Crime

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve snuck out. I’ve lied to my parents about where I am. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve ran a red light. I’ve witnessed a crime. I��ve been in a fist fight. I’ve been arrested.

Death and suicide

I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something dying. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Random

I can sing well. Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news. I don’t kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I am a morning person. I paid for a cell phone ring tone. I am a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I have “?”’s in my screen name. I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day. I bake well. My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I know how to shoot a gun. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. I can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. I am ticklish. I love white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering faces. I’m good at remembering dates. I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Bold what’s true about you [x]

I am under 18. I am a cuddler. I am a morning person. I am an only child. I am currently in my “pajamas”. I am currently pregnant. I am left handed. l am right handed. I am ambidextrous. I am a little shy around the opposite sex. I bite my nails. I can be paranoid at times. I enjoy folk music. I enjoy smoothies. I enjoy talking on the phone. I have a car. I have/had a hard time paying attention at school. I have a hidden talent. I have a pet. I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl. I have all my grandparents. I have been to another country. I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. I have or had broken a bone. I have bathed someone. I have changed a diaper. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have had major/minor surgery. I have killed another person. I have had my hair cut within the last month. I have mood swings. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have rejected someone before. I like the taste of blood. I like Michael Jackson. I love sleeping. I love to shop. I own 100 DVDs or more. I own and use a library card. I read books for pleasure in my spare time. I sleep a lot during the day. I watch soap operas on a regular basis. I work at a job that I enjoy. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I am wearing socks. I am tired. I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt. I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.

I have/had: Finished college. Smoked cigarettes. Ridden every ride at an amusement park. Collected something really stupid. Gone to a concert. Helped someone. Spun turn tables. Watched four movies in one night. Been broken up with. Taken a college level course. Been in a car accident. Been in a tornado. Watched someone die. Been to a funeral. Burned yourself. Ran a marathon. Your parents got divorced. Cried yourself to sleep. Spent over $200 in one day. Cheated on someone. Been cheated on. Written a 10 page letter. Had a best friend. Lost someone you loved. Skipped school. Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do. Stolen books from the library. Fired a gun. Been in a school play. Been fired from a job. Taken a lie detector test. Swam with dolphins. Written poetry. Read more than 20 books a year. Gone to Europe. Loved someone you couldn’t have. Used a coloring book over age 12. Had surgery. Had stitches. Taken a taxi. Had more than 5 online conversations going at once. Had a hamster. Dyed your hair. Had something pierced. Been handcuffed.

My hair is naturally the colour: Light brown Medium brown Dark brown Blonde Black Dirty blond Strawberry blond Multicoloured Red

My eyes are: Brown Dark Brown Blue Green Hazel Light brown Black Gray

People sometimes label me as: Boyish Colorful Ugly Nerd Other

Some of my biggest fears are: Spiders/ insects Slimy things Dying Doctor/Dentist appointments Hospitals Needles Disease Being alone in the dark Heights sub spaces Oceans/large bodies of water Large animals sub animals Open spaces Thunder Tornadoes Clustered holes Bodily fluids Corpses

I have: A friend with benefits A laptop in my room A television in my room Good grades My own car Parents who are still married

#85 STRIKE OUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE [x]

Had beer. Smoked an entire cigarette Done drugs. Written on a bathroom wall. Read a George Orwell book. Had a physical fight. Used Twitter. Listened to Lady Gaga Been in a car accident. Gotten suspended. Gotten expelled. Been allergic to something. Got a computer virus. Touched a real gun. Had a dog. Had a cat. Been pregnant. Camped out Swam in the ocean. Wore a bikini. Driven a car Been sent to the principal. Ever liked someone. Failed a class. Failed a test. Went to summer school. Got worse than a D Got A’s and B’s. Read an entire book. Recorded my own music. Had an xbox. Worn heels more than 3 days in a row. Wore fishnets. Wore skinny jeans. Hated someone. Been cheated on. Cheated on someone. Practiced Christianity/Catholicism. Worn makeup. Lied to my parents about where I was going. Had surgery. Had my license. Been to college. Graduated high school. Attempted suicide. Self harmed. Worn colored contacts. Painted my nails black. Broken someone’s heart. Had my heart broken. Cried for an hour straight. Lost something very valuable. Got separated from one of my parents as a kid. Broke a bone. Gotten stung by a bee Eaten something bad/expired. Threw up from being so drunk. Saw someone throw up from being so drunk. Danced with someone of the same sex. Owned an ipod Danced with someone of the opposite sex. Owned an iphone. Fell for a best friend. Stole a friend’s significant other. Went far away from home for more than a week. Moved out. Ran away. Had a job. Been fired. Lied to a friend. Lied to a family member. Had a Facebook. Posted a video on Youtube. Started a rumor about someone. Talked bad about someone. Dropped out of school. Deliberately failed a test. Been skinny dipping. Counted to a million. Counted to a thousand. Ate rabbit meat. Ate duck meat. Had fast food. Been to Church. Been to Canada. Been married. Had a divorce. Broke a glass. Hugged someone today. Texted someone today. Received a phone call today. Threw something out of the window. Ignored a text from someone on purpose. Wish you were somebody else Had my feelings hurt by a friend and never told them. Kissed someone Been to a concert Seen your favorite band live Met a celebrity Met your favorite band Own more than 10 CD’s

Fill this according to you so your followers can know you! [x]

1. State your name: Jennie 2. State the name that your parents almost named you: Allison or William 3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? my aunt 4. What was your first job? consignment store 5. Did anything embarrassing happen this week? keeps feeling like im doing embarrassing stuff and then it's been turning out fine so... no? i think? 6. Do you miss your ex? n/a 7. White chocolate or dark chocolate? dark 8. Do people praise you for your looks? sometimes 9. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? black 10. How do you wear your makeup? mascara and eyeshadow, sometimes winged eyeliner 11. What are some of your nicknames? jenjen is the big one 12. How many bedrooms are in your house? 2 13. How many bathrooms? 1 14. Do you have a job? yep 15. Do you have a car? nope 16. Do you work out every week? hahahahano 17. Did you brush your teeth this morning? nope 18. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? yes 19. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd? when i was small 20. What kind of bathing suit do you wear? bikinis 21. Do you like your eyes? yep 22. Do you think you are pretty? sometimes 23. Who was the last person you talked to in person? sarah 24. How much money is in your checking account? few grand 25. Are you single? yes 26. Do you want kids? that would not go well 27. Tell me what your back pack looks like: small grey one 29. Last movie you saw in theaters: cant even remember

Put your music on shuffle and answer the questions. [x]

(from spotify liked songs)

First song describes how you die: Guns + Ammunition by July Talk

Love life: Knock Knock by Mac Miller

Played at your wedding: Corduroy Dreams by Rex Orange County

Add “in my pants” at the end: Welcome to the Internet in your pants (by Bo Burnham)

Funeral song: Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Theme song: Money by Poppy

Song that plays when you think of somebody you love: Prom Queen by Catie Turner

Add “with a shovel and a screwdriver” at the end: Fully Body Mirror with a shovel and a screwdriver (by So Much Light)

Theme song for bath time: Kathleen by Catfish and the Bottlemen

Theme song for driving: Stressed by UPSAHL

Tagged Questions Game [x]

nickname: Jennie birthday: Nov 26 gender: female sexual orientation: straight favorite color: 'neon mint' current time of day: 6:36 pm average hours of sleep: no average, always different lucky number: 3 last thing u googled: “althing"

how many blankets do you sleep with: 4 or 5 ish favorite book: The Phantom Tollbooth favorite anime: Aggretsuko favorite tv shows: Parks and Rec favorite movie: The Prestige favorite foods: pad thai

dream vacation: summer long trip all around europe dream job: something in my field

dream wedding: courthouse type of wedding, fun party some time afterwards as a not self centered celebration

Another Tagged Questions Game [x]

1. If you could be with anyone right now, who would you be with?

I'd probably be with my sister, I miss her so much always

2. Is your room currently messy or clean?

messyyyy

3. What is your dream date?

Walking around and whatnot perhaps, idk, just quality time in general

4. What do you like most about yourself?

I have a good taste in friends. Also would like to think im a supportive person

5. Have you ever kissed someone?

yep

6. What is the last book you read?

Currently in the middle of A History of Love

7. What is your dream bedroom?

Something bigger where I could comfortable fit a full sized bed and a dresser and a workspace

8. Do you know how to play an instrument?

I can play half of love song by sara bareilles on piano…

9. What is your least favourite thing to do (and don’t say homework)?

cleaning up

10. Do you have any siblings?

younger sister

11. What do you like best about your best friend(s)?

They're just wonderful. Supportive and they make me happy and they make me want to be a better person. Very lucky to have them.

Yet Another Tagged Questions Game [x]

1. Cats or dogs…or neither?

cats

2. Do you watch anime, if so favorite?

only a bit, need to watch more

3. Favorite colour?

neon mint, aka #4cff94. might be time to change it up soon though, who knows

4. Favorite movie ?

The Prestige, Mean girls, legally blonde, thank you for smoking, The princess bride. mostly the prestige. dont really watch movies though.

5. Dc or Marvel?

Marvel.

6. Favorite game?

gin rummy

7. You do a sport?

lol no

8. Best feature?

Eyes

9. Spirit animal?

cat.

10. If you could live anywhere where would it be?

London or maybe San Francisco

11. Favorite flower?

dandelions

And Another Tagged Questions Game [x]

1. what would you do for a klondike bar?

go to the grocery store

2. what is your dream job?

something that makes me money and makes me happy

3. favorite type of cake

chocolate mousse cake

4. do you fear death?

nope.

5. would you be a super hero or super villain?

the villain fs

6. describe said hero or villain

something s n e a k y, not sure

7. like any musicals? name them.

many, currently in a bring it on / 36 questions/bit of wicked musical phase . wicked was mostly just me listening to "im not that girl"

8. weirdest dream you have had ever.

me running down the staircase from this unknown fear and everything bathed in a light of orange. definitely not the weirdest but the most vivid atm.

9. if i lay here if i just lay here would you lie with me and just forget the world?

only if we can patrol the snow together

10. favorite accent.

still a ho for a good english accent

11. coffee or tea?

coffee unfortunately

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I am a male. I am a girl. I am shorter than 5’4. I think i’m ugly. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have a tattoo. I want a tattoo. I am self-consious about my body. I’ve have/had braces. I wear glasses. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than 2 piercings. I have a piercing in a place other than my ears. I have freckles. I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve run away from home. I’ve been kicked out of the house. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want to have kids someday. I’m in school. I’ve lost a child. I have a job. I’ve fallen asleep at work/school. I almost always do/did my homework. I’ve missed a week or more of school. I failed more than 1 class last year. I’ve stolen something from my job. I’ve slipped out an “lol” in a spoken conversation. Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve peed from laughing. I’ve snorted while laughing. I’ve cried from laughing so hard. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve had my pants rip in public. I was born with a disease/impairment. I’ve broken a bone. I’ve gotten stiches/staples. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I had a serious surgery. I’ve had chicken pox. I’ve had measles. I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been to Canada. I’ve been to Mexico. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Japan. I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I’ve been to Europe I’ve been to Africa. I’ve been to Hawaii. I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. I’ve been to a casino. I’ve been skydiving. I’ve gone skinny dipping. I’ve played spin the bottle. I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a play. I’ve met someone in person from Facebook. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve seen the Northern lights. I’ve sat on a roof top at night. I’ve played chicken. I’ve played a prank on someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi. I’ve seen Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve eaten sushi. I’ve been snowboarding. I’m single. I’m in a relationship. I’m engaged. I’m married. I’ve gone on a blind date. I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. I’ve kept something from a past relationship. I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex. I’ve had a crush on a teacher. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I have kissed a stranger. I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve snuck out of my house. I have lied to my parents about where I am. I am keeping a secret from the world. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve cheated on a test/quiz. I’ve run a red light. I’ve been suspended from school. I’ve witnessed a crime. I’ve been in a fist fight. I’ve been arrested. I’ve passed out from drinking. I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months. I’ve smoked. I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them. I’ve eaten mushrooms. I’ve popped E. I’ve inhaled Nitrous. I’ve done hard drugs. I have cough drops when I’m not sick. I can swallow about 3 pills at a time no problem. I have been diagnosed with depression. I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder. I’ve taken an anti-depressant. I have been anorexic or bulimic. I’ve slept an entire day without needing to. I’ve hurt myself on purpose. I’ve woken up crying. I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone dying. Someone close to me has committed suicide. I’ve

planned my own suicide. I’ve attempted suicide. I’ve written a eulogy for myself. I own over 5 rap CDs. I own an iPod or an MP3 player. I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga. I own something from Hot Topic. I own something from Pac Sun. I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece. I collect comic books.

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Chapter One

Ricky Horror Fanfiction

I was running through the woods, with something chasing me. I don't know what it was though. It pushed me to the ground and started to try to rip out all of my organs. It was about to rip my shirt open when I was shaken awake.

“Hey, Iris wake up hun, it’s just a dream. Don’t freak out it’s me, Ricky. You’re going to be fine.” I heard ricky say.

“Ricky?” I croaked out barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I’m right here hun.” he replied.

“I had the dream again.” I choked out.

“I thought that you didn’t have those anymore?” he answered sadly.

“ Yeah I had thought so as well, but I guess not.” I said as my voice trailed off.

“Iris, you know that I will always be here for you no matter what right?” Ricky asked quizzically.

“Yeah.” I said in a small voice.

“Okay then, I’m glad you know that.” Ricky said while getting out of bed while

After a few minutes of just laying down I decided to get up and take a shower. I got my clothes ready for after my shower. Once I had adjusted the water temperature to my liking I hopped into the shower.

Shampoo, Conditioner, soap, shaved, thought about life, okay I’m done now.

I turned off the water and grabbed my towel to dry off. After I dried off and got dressed I went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“Hey hun I made your coffee for you.” Ricky told me as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

“Thank you Ricky.” I said while smiling to him.

“No problem love. So what are your plans for today?” Ricky questioned.

“I’m not sure, I have a day off so I’m most likely just going to either one, clean the house or two, sit around all day catching up on Supernatural. What are you going to do today baby cakes?” I inquired him.

“I’m going to go to the studio, so if you want to come with me, no one else is going to be there except Matt.” He answered me.

“Are you asking me if I want to go to the studio with you?” I asked.

“Maybe I am flower, you tell me.” he replied like a you know what.

“I think you are.” I said right back

“I think you’re right,” he paused for a brief second, “So will you?”

“Ummmm, weeelllllll-”

“Oh come on pleeeeeeaaaaasssssssssseeeeeee-”

“Yes I will loverboy.” I finally answered him.

“Thank you babe! Now I won’t be lonely!” He screeched out of excitement.

“I thought that you said that Matt would be there?” I asked out of confusion.

“He is it’s just that I can’t hug and kiss Matt but I can to you.” He replied simply.

I walked off to go do my makeup for the day and to also style my hair. I was in the middle of putting my hair up when someone wrapped their arms around me.

“Hey princess.” the familiar voice said.

“Hey sexy.” I said to him.

“Are you almost done hot stuff?” Ricky asked me.

“Almost handsome.” I replied with a smile.

“Okay. Should I go start the car then love?” Ricky inquired.

“If you want to hotshot,” I paused and turned around to face Ricky, “But, I’m already done.”

“Alrighty let’s go then darling.” Ricky said opening the door for me.

“Thank you ecstasy.” I thanked him.

We got in the car and started to drive. It was quiet for the first few minutes before Ricky handed me the AUX cord and soundlessly told me to play some music. So I put on my favorite song, Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead.

Hold on holy ghost

Go on hold me close

Better run here we come

It’s the day of the dead

We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams

I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring

I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things

I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking

Born with a soul that don’t wanna be saved

Every time I look around I see what a fiend made

Every time I die, I hope they digging up my grave

An undead one like the flag that I wave

I’m not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness

I’m not afraid to die, let the good book witness

I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness

The day of the dead and you’re on our hit list

So come all you misfits

Bitch, you’re on our hit list

I sang before we came to our stop.

“We have been dating for what like 3 years? And I will never get tired of hearing your voice love.” Ricky complimented me.

“Thank you blossom butt.” I thanked him.

“Also, what the fuck is up with us calling each other all of these pet names?” He demanded.

“No fucking clue pickle rick.” I answered cheekily.

“You are fucking lucky I love you Iris.” He said trying to be threatening whilst getting out of the car.

“I know I am Ricky!” I exclaimed also while getting out of the car.

We met up in front of the car and held hands while we walked into the studio.

We walked past the receptionist and I looked at her with a glare. You might be wondering why am I glaring at the receptionist. Well she stands as a threat to me. Ricky assures me that I have nothing to worry about with her but, I have every fucking right to glare at her. One, she has tried to break us up in the past. Two, she makes googly eyes at what’s mine, and then Three, she’s just a hateable person.

We walked to the elevator and got in. The doors were just about to close when someone burst through the elevator doors.

“Hey Ricky!” exclaimed the annoying high pitched bitch, named Jessica, “Oh and hI iris.”

“Hey jessica.” Ricky said simply showing no real emotion.

“Hey cunt.” I spat back.

Ricky snickered and smirked, and jessica just glared at me and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah keep on rolling your eyes, maybe one day you might find a brain back there!” I said venomously.

“Oh yeah well, well fuck you, you ugly bitch!” she said attempting to insult me. Key word: attempting.

“At least I can come to terms that I know im ugly. But you don’t so you try to make yourself look better but nothing will ever cover up who you really are. An ugly person on the inside and out.” I spat.

Ding.

Ricky and I charged out of the elevator. But not before pressing all of the floor buttons. There were 13 floors so it would be a fun ride. We walked straight a little bit and the turned left and walked to our door.

Ricky opened the door let me go through first, walked in shut the door and slid down it.

“I’m sorry hun.” I said sympathetically.

“Are you kidding me? That was fucking awesome babe! Oh my god I honestly never would have thought that you would have ever done that to her of all people.” he gushed.

“Um i’m wearing pants.” I said awkwardly.

“Haha okay. Um Matt should be here soon, so um you can just hang out or just mess around with my guitar or with the extra mic we have if you want to. Um yeah other than that I love you flower.” He told me.

“Okay love you too blossom butt.” I replied back.

Ricky went out to go grab some coffee for the three of us. As I waited for Ricky I got bored, so I started to sing. I started to sing We Are by Hollywood Undead.

We are, we are

We are made from broken parts

We are, we are

We are broken from the start

And our hearts, our hearts

They were beating in the dark

'Cause we are, we are

We are built from broken parts

If you can lose it all, then welcome to Broadway

Silicone dreams and your name on the Marque

And I can hold it up, but I hold it up hardly

It's hotter here in hell, but it's getting real dark see

So all you sick and the bitterness of the lonely

To all you overdosed and you miles of coke fiends

And every step, another step, you're walking on my dreams

And every breath, another breath you're breathing when I breathe

I watch them all come, gotta watch the rest go

I'm married to the devil in the city of angels

So come all you wicked to the world of the empty

I know I need it all, so baby don't tempt me

I'm knocking on our door, nope, nobody sent me

Just checking all you bitches like I'm checking this check sheet

So put your hats on, Lohner don't get soft

You can see God, when I take my mask off

We are, we are

We are made from broken parts

We are, we are

We are broken from the start

And our hearts, our hearts

They were beating in the dark

'Cause we are, we are

We are built from broken parts

The fame is your best friend, you love it no questions,

Beating down the door is the face of rejection

And once again, it's a tragedy anthem

We never wanted more, we never needed your blessing

Who could give a fuck about a kid with a dream?

'Cause stories aren't told about the ones unseen

With a gleam in his eye, his middle finger to the sky

Crooked smile on his face, he doesn't think he can die

So grab a pick and an axe, 'cause we try, we cry

Into the bottle of Jack, we die inside,

So when you look in his eyes, what you see now?

Murder the monster you've made and watch him bleed out

We're in a life where it's kill or lose

Just lie motherfucker till you hear the truth

From under the street, through the gutters of youth

Just cry motherfucker yeah, I'm talking to you

We are, we are

We are made from broken parts

We are, we are

We are broken from the start

And our hearts, our hearts

They were beating in the dark

'Cause we are, we are

We are built from broken parts

An empty vessel of devils (Can take away what's ours) is there no one to save us?

Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

An empty vessel of devils (Can take away what's ours) is there no one to save us?

Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

We are, we are

We are made from broken parts

We are, we are

We are broken from the start

And our hearts, our hearts

They were beating in the dark

'Cause we are, we are

We are built from broken parts

From the city of angels

An empty vessel of devils

(We are, we are) is there no one to save us?

Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

From the city of angels

An empty vessel of devils

('Cause we are, we are) Is there no one to save us?

Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

I opened my eyes to see Ricky, Chris, and Matt all looking at me drinking their coffee. Ricky had this stupid smirk on his face, Chris looked shocked, and Matt just stood there.

“I never knew that you could sing like that Iris!” Chris exclaimed.

“I’ve been telling you that she can sing, Chris!” Ricky yelled.

“You did good Iris.” Matt said.

“Thank you Matt.” I told him.

“Okay well I know who i’m going to have sing on our next album!” Chris said excitedly while swinging his arm around my shoulders.

“Hey blossom butt, where the fuck is my coffee?” I inquired ricky.

“Right here darling.” Ricky stated while handing me my coffee.

After that they started to record their new songs. I got bored again so I played some games on my phone. No, no, no, maybe-wait-no. Grr. fine let’s go find some games on the app store. What do I like to play? I’m in a kid mood… let’s get this game, it only costs 3 dollars. Works for me. After about 10 minutes of playing the game, I fell asleep.

“Doll, wake up.” I heard someone say as I flinched.

“Hey it’s just me, Ricky.”

“Are you done?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah we are done, we can go home now.” He said to me as I nodded my head frantically.

He picked me up bridal style and I cuddled into his chest so that I could fall back asleep.

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(A/N leave me your feedback and I’ll just update either whenever i feel like it or if i get requested to. I know i could post this on Wattpad but my cousin follows me so i don’t exactly want him reading it. so yeah first chapter! Hope you guys liked it!)

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