#Matt Dierkes fanfiction

[dsireland86]

So i had this idea of Poly Bad Omens x fem reader and maybe the boys start arguing about how they each think they know her style more so then they all decide to buy her a dress or outfit of what they think is her style and have her judge and choose who was closer to her style and maybe Davis and Bryan are just there to watch and laugh

Oh this is a cool idea. For the sake of time, I'm going with a dress and the twist will be the reader hates wearing dresses. Yeah, pretty sure she's might hate them more by the end of the story. 😅Also, I couldn't work too much of the arguing into the dialogue. Made it more of a bickering/squabbling type concept instead. Hope it works!

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Movie night equaled the best night. All six of them, together, watching something either new or a favorite. Y/N was snuggled up in the arms of Noah while her legs and feet rested on Nick's lap. After the shitty ass day she had, Y/N was nothing but happy to be right where she was with Nick lightly rubbing her feet, occasionally glancing over at her and smiling, and Noah holding her a little tighter than usual.

"Bryan and Davis are here," Matt announced, looking at his phone. Sure enough, minutes later the front door opened and closed, and the two remaining members of their family were complete. Davis grabbed some pizza and Bryan opened a soda, sitting wherever there was room.

"The costumes in this movie are amazing," Bryan commented.

"They really are. Y/N could pull off wearing a dress like that," Noah stated, leaning down to kiss her head, but kissed the top of her mouth instead. Y/N looked up at just the right moment, just barely meeting Noah's lips with hers, but it was enough to satisfy her craving somewhat. "Nice one," Noah grinned, lazily. "Are you in a Noah mood tonight," he said, half jokingly. "I'm always in a Noah mood." "Really?" Noah narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side. "Really," Y/N answered sweetly.

"No, Y/N would look better in a more breathable dress, one that's like a light creamy cotton with little flowers and lightweight," Folio suggested." "Oh, Folio I think I'd actually wear that one, even though I hate wearing dresses." "Yeah?" Folio cocked a cute smile at her, his sweet brown eyes twinkling with sheer excitement. "Yeah," "Just for me?"

The expression he wore made Y/N melt for him, dissolving every ounce of restraint she had.

"You keep looking at me that way, making my heart race, and I'll do anything just for you," she snickered, squealing the moment Noah's fingers dug into her side. "Hey, I thought you said you were in a Noah mood tonight?" "I was, but that was before Nick looked at me like that," Y/N admitted sweetly, looking up at Noah.

Noah glanced over at Folio who was grinning ear to ear, and shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't see it," Noah denied, "but I don't care how he's looking at you. Tonight, you're mine." "Oh yeah, who says?" Y/N teased, batting her doleful eyes.

Noah's hand traveled down beneath the blanket and right between her legs. Y/N gasped, her body slightly jerking, the moment Noah staked his claim on her for the night.

"Me," he replied, his dark almond eyes boring into her. His lips fell on hers as he kissed her slowly and sweetly, making Y/N forget everything but him.

"You know what would look great on you, baby" Nicholas suggested, keeping his eyes glued to the tv, lost in thought. "One of those wool plaid skirts with a pair of fishnets and a pretty little top to go with it. Put your combat boots on and you'll have me eating out of your hand in no time." "I already have you eating out of my hand, Nicky," she teased, wiggling her toes into his tummy. Nick shifted around in his spot, laughing as Y/N tried her best to tickle him. "Alright, alright," Nick huffed through a laugh, trying to avoid his girlfriend's childish antics. "You do, you really do, okay. I give up," putting his hands up in surrender. "I love you."

Nick's charming smile grew wide.

"I love you too," he replied.

"Hey I got one. I'm thinking our bumblebee could definitely pull off one of those pretty little dresses that girls typically wear in the summer with the big hats, what are they called?" "Um... oh you mean a sundress!" Y/N replied more enthusiastically than a girl who doesn't like dresses should. "Yes, that's it, a sun dress," Jolly smiled, lost in the thought of one. "Like the kind with the really thin straps and go about here," dragging his hand across his shin. "You'd look really pretty in that, Älskling."

Y/N stared at Jolly for a moment, completely enticed by the warmth irradiating from his smile. It was different and she liked it. A lot. Jolly shot her a quick wink before turning back to watch the movie.

"Well, I guess that leaves me to be the dirty mind behind this theory of what dress Y/N would look good in." "Oh, fuck, Y/N cover your ears. Matt's about to get nasty!" Folio cried, throwing pieces of popcorn across the room at him. "Yup, I sure am, because let's face it; most of us know what our little lady's hiding beneath the clothes she wears, and it's hot as fuck." "Nooo!" Y/N cried, covering her face in Noah's arm, pulling the blanket up over her. "Why are you hiding, princess?" Noah laughed lightly, looking under the blanket." "Because." "That's not a good enough answer." "I'm not! Matt's crazy. He's out of his mind!"

Noah's loud laugh was echoed by Nick's.

"No, baby, the only one crazy is you for thinking you're not. How do you think you ended up with all of us?"

Y/N slowly pulled the blanket down and looked around.

"I just got lucky, I guess. You guys are the special ones for seeing what you see in me."

Noah hugged Y/N a little tighter, kissing her on the side of the head. Wrapping her arms around his, she relaxed against him, fixing her eyes on the movie.

"Jolly, you're so freaking ridiculous. I can't believe you stole my idea!" "Hey, it wasn't just me, okay. Matt's not so innocent either," Jolly said defensively.

Noah glared at his sometimes tour manager, but mostly best friend.

"Seriously?" "What?" Matt shrugged, cracking open his can of Dr. Pepper.

Noah shook his head, turning around to refill his coffee, but was only met with two amused sets of faces. Bryan and Davis leaned against the kitchen counter watching all of the drama unfold. Noah's shoulders slumped.

"Don't tell me you're in on it, too," he groaned before setting his cup down.

Brian and Matt both shook their heads.

"Oh, no, we're not! But he is," Davis chuckled, pointing over at Folio. "Okay, to be fair, I was the first one to give a description of a dress. You only told Y/N that she could pull off wearing a dress like whatever it was."

There were mumbled agreements.

"Whatever. You guys do whatever. She'll like mine the best anyway." "What the fuck, Noah! Prideful much?" Matt accused. "No, I just have better taste and know what Y/N likes."

An eruption of grumbles and choice words filled the kitchen.

"What are you all fussing about so early in the morning?" Y/N muttered, sluggishly entering the kitchen. The arguing ceased, as many pairs of eyes followed Y/N over to the coffee pot where she gratefully accepted the cup of coffee Bryan had poured for her. "They're all in a pissy mood," he stated, letting Y/N add the cream and sweetener. "Why? Who peed in their cheerios?" "You did?" "What? What did I do!". "Nothing directly, but you're definitely the protagonist ," Davis added. "So remember that whole dress discussion all of you had the other night? Well, apparently it gave Noah an idea of getting you a dress and the others found out and did the same thing."

Y/N blinked a few times.

"I'm sorry, they did what?" "Each of the guys got you a dress, that's what they did. And the whole morning, Noah's been whining that they stole his idea."

Bryan leaned back, bracing his hands against the kitchen counter.

"Davis and I have been standing here for a while watching the five of them fuss and squabble like a bunch of old ladies."

Y/N sat her coffee cup down, still trying to process what she just heard.

"They remember I hate dresses, right? I mean when was the last time any of you saw me in a dress?"

Bryan and Davis looked at one another and shrugged.

"Never?" "Exactly! I mean what the hell! I don't do dresses. They should know that."

Watching the five guys she loved as much as she did, argue over something so stupid was driving Y/N crazy. It was way too early for it and after the restless night she had, she was willing to do anything to make it stop.

"Okay! Hey! Stop!"

Instantly, the room fell silent. Y/N's voice was stern, like that of a mom scolding her kids and the looks they were giving her were like the kids who just got scolded.

"What is happening right now?" Y/N asked more out of confusion than a need-to-know. "Why are you all arguing?"

No one spoke. Noah kept his eyes glued to the floor from the chair he was sitting in, Jolly stood next to the table with his arms folded over his chest, Nicholas leaned over the end of the countertop with his hands folded together, Matt stood next to Noah with his hands on his hips wearing the most annoyed expression on his face, while Folio leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the short hallway staring at Y/N with an amusing yet completely aroused look in his deep brown eyes. A slight smirk laid quietly in the corner of his lips, giving Y/N all the right kind of feelings she was desperate to feel.

Noah stood up and walked over to Y/N.

"I went out yesterday and bought you a dress; one I thought would look really nice on you and was planning on giving it to you today. But then I found out that these clowns went and did the same thing, totally ruining everything."

The fact that Noah was frustrated and irritated was obvious, but as annoying as it all was, Y/N couldn't discredit how perfectly sweet and kind his gesture was. The fact that he wanted to make her feel pretty, valued, appreciated even, melted the anger she felt. Pulling Noah's arms away from his chest, Y/N positioned herself between them and took Noah's sweet face in her hands.

"They didn't ruin anything, love. It was still your idea first and it will stay that way, okay?"

Smiling sweetly up at him, Y/N pulled Noah's face down to meet hers where she captured his lips with hers, pouring all of her gratitude and appreciation into the kiss. Noah pulled her closer to him, crunching up her shirt in his fists.

"I couldn't fucking die happily every time you kiss me like that," he breathed when they let go of each other's lips, but continued holding the other's body. "Feel better?" Y/N lightly laughed, caressing the side of her lover's face. Noah hummed, bringing their foreheads together. "A little." "A little is better than nothing," she smiled, letting him go. "Alright, listen, since all of you got me a dress, which by the way, you all should know I freaking hate dresses, like a lot," she emphasized, turning to Noah, who just shrugged.

"But, since you thought so sweetly of me and took the time to buy one, I will make you a deal. I’ll try each one on and when I'm finished, I'll tell you who I think is the closest to my style and put an end to this stupid conflict.

"What does the winner get? A trophy?" Nick asked. The day dreamy look in his eyes was all too enticing for Y/N.

"Me," she grinned. "The winner gets me in the dress for the entire night."

"Oh my god, what did I agree to," Y/N groaned, sitting on her bed with the five different bags, each of them holding her arch nemesis; the dress. Y/N couldn't put a finger on exactly why she didn't care for dresses like other girls did. There was just something about them that didn't sit well with her.

Breathing heavily, she stood up and undressed to her underwear, pulling the first dress from the bag.

"Wow, okay, this is kinda pretty."

Y/N slipped it on, admiring the knee-length, blue, and white cotton floral sleeveless dress that covered her body. It suited her for a dress. Spinning around, she checked herself a few more times, honestly liking how it looked.

The second was a close maybe; knee-length green rayon with mushrooms and butterflies, puff sleeves and a drawstring bust. It was very airy and cool against her skin. The color was perfect.

The third was a floor length, floral chiffon, dress. It had a banded waist and a sleeveless bodice and was absolutely gorgeous. The moment Y/N slipped it on she felt like a rich diva that belonged on a yacht somewhere in the Caribbean. The flow of the dress matched the feeling of a soft breeze on a warm summer day. It was perfect. But it wasn't her. And for the first time, Y/N realized what it was about dresses that she didn't like. Her. She didn't like how she looked in them.

Sighing, she removed the dress reaching for the next to last bag, pulling out a light green long sleeved, bohemian, country style linen dress, with wild flowers all over the skirt and sleeves. It had a low V-neck that reached the spot right between her breasts and a brown band across the waist. It was perfect. Y/N loved everything about it, and the moment she slipped it on, she knew it was the right one. The question was, who bought it.

Trying on the last one, a deep plum, jersey knit, shin length dress with a brown band, Y/N suddenly found herself in a hard place. She loved all of them. They were all her favorite and choosing just one was going to be tough. But she had to, and she knew just which one it would be.

"The suspense is killing me," Jolly whined, grabbing Y/N by the hand when she walked past him. "Please say it's me," he whispered, grinning from ear to ear at her.

"Mmm, but I can't baby, that wouldn't be fair would it?" Y/N stated, gently pulling her hand away.

Bryan and Davis watched as if in full spectator mode, talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Alright here's the truth of it all," Y/N began, wringing her hands over and over because she was so nervous. She didn't want to hurt any one of their feelings by only picking one dress out of all the pretty choices. "This was a lot harder than I ever thought it would be. Turns out all five of you really know what I like or what you think suits me. I was surprised."

"Well, gee, thanks Y/N, you act like we only use you for one thing," Matt teased.

At first, Y/N wasn't sure if he was joking or not until he smiled, making her heart feel a little lighter.

"I'm kidding. Relax. We both know that's not true."

Y/N smiled and took a breath.

"Okay, so here it goes. Just please remember if your dress isn't in this bag, don't be mad at me. This wasn't an easy choice.

Closing her eyes, she reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, too scared to look at any of the faces surrounding her.

"I know which one it is, but I don't know who it belongs to, because all of you are being too quiet."

Y/N waited for what felt like forever until she could feel the presence of a body standing before her. She wanted to know who it was, but only by a kiss.

"Kiss me," she ordered him. She tilted her head, wanting nothing more than the lips of the man in front of her. She expected the kiss, not his hands to hold her face so gently as he did. The long, cool fingers that almost wrapped around her entire head, cupped her jaws, running the tips of their thumbs over her lips. He laid his lips on hers, kissing her softly, slowly, until it felt like the whole world around them was on fire.

"Open your eyes, princess," Noah whispered, and she did, and god did she love what she saw. The smile gracing his perfect lips, the twinkle in his soft almond shaped eyes, the soft sweet touch of his hands and fingers, all of it was making Y/N succumb to every single thought and desire for Noah that crossed her mind.

"I knew I was right about knowing you the way I do," Noah boasted, taking Y/N's arms and wrapping them around his neck. He lifted her up into his arms, where she wrapped herself tightly around his body, not caring at all where he was taking her as long as they were together.

"I know you inside and out, princess, like the back of my hand," Noah continued, "and how you clench around me when I'm inside you. I know just what to do to you to have you screaming my name and clawing my back, until you make me fill you completely."

Noah placed her on her feet once they were upstairs, where he took her by the hand and led her straight to his room

"How did you know to get that dress for me?"

Noah looked at her for a moment before answering, then slid his hand around the back of her neck.

"Because you like wildflowers. It was the first thing that drew me to it. It reminded me of you; my little wildflower."

Y/N beamed up at Noah. Then taking his hand, she pulled him into the bedroom, ready to fulfill her end of the deal.

[concretejunglefm]

Summary: While staying at an air bnb you accidentally flash the boys, where it all starts to descent into depravity.

Pairing: f!reader x all omens.

CW: accidental flashing, over all dirty talk and objectification around reader.

AN: This is fic will be in two parts. this is part one. credit to @kaliforniahigh and these anon's here and here

NSFW'ish under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

The sound of laughter and splashing water fills the air around you all, your own giggles growing louder as you attempt to wrestle Nicholas down from atop of Noah's shoulders and into the pool below, while you sit on Jolly's.

“Quit it!” You squeal every time Nicholas is pulled away from your grasp as Noah sidesteps Jolly's attempts. You can't help the frustration which slips out in your voice, resulting in a shared chuckle among the boys.

“Is someone getting annoyed because she's losing?” You hear Matt call from the side of the pool, mocking you briefly, but that distraction is all it takes for Nicholas to take his opening shot and push you back off Jolly’s shoulders.

Gasping, you fall back into the water, sinking briefly beneath before rising back up, being met with a chorus of laughter from all of the guys as you wipe your face, pushing your now wet hair back.

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Like Donkey Kong, baby.” Nick taunts as you size him up and he beckons you to try again, still sitting comfortably on Noah’s shoulders, while you climb back onto Jolly’s.

This time your fingers instantly interlace with Nick's and you begin attempting to push him back off Noah's shoulders, trying your best not to cheat and sneak in a kick, something which is made impossible anyway by Jolly’s grip on your legs.

It takes a few moments of you both pushing against one another before you see Nick's face change with the sudden realization that he's lost his balance. 

It’s a sweet victory for you, but as he attempts to fight against it, he reaches for you the moment you release your hands, attempting to grab onto you and pull you down with him into the water as he slips from Noah’s back.

“Yes!” You cheer for your own victory and raise your arms above your head with a prideful stance, only to be met with silence from the rest of the guys.

Poolside, Folio’s mouth is agape as his eyes are both wide and locked onto you, slapping Matt’s chest in an expression of disbelief and drawing his attention over to where he’s looking.

“Oh shit.” Matt mumbles under his breath when he catches sight of what Folio’s become focused on, trying his best not to stare as obviously as him, or at least not be caught doing it.

Nicholas is left speechless the minute he returns from under the water, trying his best not to look, while beside him Noah can’t stop from letting his eyes trail back as a slight grin breaks out across his face.

From behind his camera, Bryan unknowingly captures the moment, only for his finger to continue pressing right up until the point you realize what everyone is looking at.

In the last round, as Nick reached for you, he unknowingly caught your bikini top which caused it to come free and fall down off you, exposing your bare chest to everyone.

In a panic you raise your hands and attempt to cover your chest, ushering for Jolly to lead you to the edge of the pool. 

Out of everyone, he’d been the one unable to actually get a look, although that did little to make you feel better or stop the wave of embarrassment which washed over you.

Sitting on the edge of the pool you take the towel which Matt tosses your way, offering him a brief glance of acknowledgment, a silent thank you in your eyes as you stand up, doing your best to cover yourself and unintentionally flashing Matt and Folio again, which only causes the grin across the young drummers face to widen further, slapping at Matt’s chest as if he’s the luckiest man around.

In your heist to head back inside the air bnb, you find yourself bumping into Davis on his way out, while readjusting the towel, then feeling it slip from your grasp altogether.

“Oh whatever!” You grumble to yourself with a loud defeated groan, allowing the towel to drop to the floor and giving Davis an eyeful in the process, hearing a faint whistle come from him before you disappear inside.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy—”

“Shit. Yeah Folio, we get it.”  Nicholas calls over to him, shaking his head at the drummer.

“Did you see that though? Did you see them? Her tits? Holy—”

“Say holy shit one more time you’ll be ending up in that pool.” Matt threatens, giving him a warning look which quickly shuts Folio up. 

“What happened?” Jolly asks, clearly left clueless by the conversation at hand but Noah is quick to offer an explanation in the form of your bikini top, lifting it from the water, the fabric wrapped around his long tattooed fingers.

“This.” There’s a small smirk on his face as he looks over the fabric. It's almost amusing to think it did anything in the first place to keep you covered up.

“Let's see it.” Jolly reaches out but Noah is quick to snatch it back away.

“No, you missed it. You don't get to have this. This is like a souvenir. In fact I think I'll keep it.”

“Wait, why you?” Nicholas speaks up, attempting to take your bikini top from Noah. “I’m the reason it came off in the first place. If anyone has a right to a souvenir, it should be me.” He argues as Noah dodges him and he tries again, being met with a chuckle.

“You snooze, you lose.” Noah retorts like he's a child which results in Nicholas diving for him, attempting to tackle your bikini top from him.

Soon there's a splash as Folio joins in, swimming over to fight for his own right to claim a piece of you in the form of your swimsuit, while Jolly steps back towards the edge of the pool, being met with Matt and Davis. 

“They’re really fighting over that, huh?” Matt chuckles, watching the three of them squabble over it like they’re children.

“I can't believe I missed it.” Jolly sighs, but looks up when he hears Bryan’s voice

“No need. I caught the whole thing.” The photographer turns his camera towards the three of them, scrolling through the pictures he took of the entire moment, from Nick falling, to him grabbing you, your bikini coming loose, up until you were bare and completely unaware with your arms raised above your head.

All three of them stare in awe at you and the sight of your tits on the small screen.

It would be a lie to say they haven't all fantasized about them on occasion, especially the ones where you didn't wear a bra, able to see your nipples poking through your shirt. 

And in unison they all said the same thing; “Holy shit.”

“Come on, man. Are you really going to hog it all day?” Folio was practically leaping up for your bikini top as Noah held it up out of his reach, easily amused by the eagerness of the drummer just to have even a piece of your clothing.

“Damn, all this just for a bikini top? What else of hers have you tried to steal?” Noah teases and catches the way his friends' cheeks redden slightly at the remark which prompts him to stop, his brows furrowing with a serious, yet curious expression. “Wait, what else have you tried to steal from her?”

“Nothing.” Folio fumbles, though it's a blatant lie.

“Our boy is down bad.” Matt chimes in as he joins them the pool house separate from where you are in the main house, squeezing on Folio’s shoulders before ruffling up his hair. 

“Pretty sure I saw him with a pair of her panties once, unless there's something you're not telling us.” Matt teases and all eyes fall onto Folio who shrugs.

“And so what if I did? They were mixed in with my laundry, like I was going to ignore the fact they were right there.” 

It’s Jolly who speaks up next, eyeing his bandmate curiously. “What did you do with them?” 

“Nothing.”

“Please, like you’re not the most perverted one here.” Matt laughs and falls down into one of the chairs, Jolly following his lead as he settles into the one beside him. 

Before long the rest of the guys have slowly spread out around the pool house, settling onto the furniture.

“I jerked off into them, so what?”

“You had her panties and didn't even share them? And now you expect me to share this?” Noah holds up your bikini top like it’s a trophy and shakes his head, rubbing the damp fabric just beneath his nose and above his lips. “Not happening.” 

Even though there was a strong smell of chlorine, he could still detect the scent of your perfume infused into the fabric, making his dick twitch within his wet swim shorts and he shifts to make himself more comfortable.

“They were a great pair of tits though.” Nicholas speaks up, almost shy and all eyes fall onto him.

“So great that Bryan was a good enough man to capture them.” Jolly let slip the information he’d been given while Nicholas, Noah and Folio had been fighting in the pool, their faces quick to light up.

“Seriously?” The word slips from Nicholas’ lips in a hast, unable to contain his excitement over the fact and Bryan simply nods, patting to his camera as though it’s the holy grail.

It doesn't take long before they're all passing around the camera and looking over the photos of you topless while sharing their most lewd thoughts about you.

“God, I'd let her ride me any day. Just grab her at her sides and pull those tits right in my face.” Jolly mimics the motion as if actually pulling you towards him and shakes his head as though he were nuzzling between your breasts.

“Her nipples are so perky. I would give anything to suck on them.” Folio whines as he looks over the pictures of you once again, his tongue practically hanging from his mouth like a panting dog. 

“Her tits looked great but have you seen her ass in those shorts she always wears? And her thighs in those long socks? fuck this girl's gonna be the death of me.” Matt grumbles as he drops his head back, easily being taken back to the memory of you in those very shorts with your cute knee high socks as if it didn't make you the perfect fuckable thing on the planet.

“What about when she doesn't wear a bra under her shirt? More specifically when she's wearing one of our shirts?” Nicholas chimes in and Noah nods, his face practically still half pressed to your bikini top.

“The Lord of The Rings shirt.” 

It’s all Noah has to say to entice another audible response from Matt, mimicking his words with a desperate groan. A clue that it was easily one of his favorite looks on you.

“Oh, fuck but what about when she—” Folio’s eager voice is cut off by the sound of yours as you call out for them and they all grow silent when you peep your head in through the door.

“So this is where you’re all hiding.” You stand in the doorway, your arms crossed over your chest.

Before your gaze can cast over to Noah, he slips your bikini top down into the front of his swim trunks, feeling his already hardening cock twitch more against the damp fabric as it presses on him.

“Oh, Matt. I hope you don't mind, I grabbed one of your shirts. I couldn't find mine.” You've changed into a shirt, minus the bra, and a pair of shorts, opting for comfort after drying off. 

Uncrossing your arms you reveal a huge Lord of The Rings image, reaching to the bottom of it and tugging it out for him to see.

Folio instantly begins nudging Matt in the side with his elbow, as if they’re sharing some kind of inside joke. 

“Not a problem at all.” Matt responds, his voice sounding slightly strained. 

You just shake your head, choosing to ignore whatever weirdness was going on between them. 

“I'm getting hungry so either you come back in and we order or I'm going to eat without you losers.” You declare before heading back towards the main house.

“Was she…?” Nicholas begins to ask once you’ve left, their eyes all still focused on the spot you'd been standing.

“Not wearing a bra. Yeah.” Folio finishes, his usual boyish grin spread wide.

There's a brief lull between them all until Folio shouts as he jumps up from his seat. “Dibs I get to sit next to her!” 

“In your dreams.” Matt retorts as he grabs him by the back of his shirt, yanking him back and pushing in front of him as he makes his way out the door and over to the main house, Folio racing after him.

Jolly, Bryan, and Davis follow, chuckling as they go and as Nick pushes up from his seat, he looks down to Noah. “You coming?”

“Yeah, in a minute.” Noah briefly nods, shifting in place as Nick eyes him before letting out a laugh.

“She really got you that worked up, huh?”

“Shut up.” Noah retorts and pulls your bikini top from out of his trunks. “You’re just jealous.” He holds up the fabric and waves it in Nick's direction. “I can give it to you after I'm done.”

“And have your dirty cum rag?”

“It’s still a piece of her.”

Nick grows quiet as if contemplating the offer before shaking his head. “No. I think I'll go find my own. I’ll leave you two in peace.”

“Good luck.” Noah calls back out to him, chuckling as he strokes a hand over the bulge now showing in his swim shorts.

[lilgarbitch]

The Voice of an Angel- Matt Dierkes

Part One

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

Cw: Smut, Masterbation (f and m), sappy freak!Matt

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Doing something a little different. The story seemed to work best if I wrote time in phases, so I hope it doesn’t ruin it😬 And I couldn’t tell you where this idea came from. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone write something like this, but I did the best I could❤️ I hope you enjoy

Tags: @xmads-omensx @dontwantthemoney @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens

Y/N | Wednesday 2:36 PM

Kicking off the floor and rolling my chair over to my computer, I plug my phone into the cord and begin transferring the audio file. I should really get a microphone for this, but I’m still somewhat new to this… Yeah, I definitely need to start doing research on vamping up my equipment.

I plug my headphones into the laptop once the file was finished so I could listen back over the audio, making sure it’s suitable to be posted. I live alone, and literally just made all of these noises out loud, but I still get a little weirded out playing it without headphones and need to be able to listen to every detail, making sure there were no weird noises in the background.

Clicking on the file, my voice starts playing through. It took some time for me to get used to hearing me say certain things and make these noises, hell, it took me a good while to even hit ‘record’ when doing this, but once I got enough praise from people online, it just became routine. 

My slightly over exaggerated moans and whimpers fill my ears, and I can’t lie, I was pleased with the quality. IPhones have good microphones. It sometimes even picked up the sound of my vibrator or how wet I was based on how close I had the mic to me, and my followers always enjoy that.

After spending about twenty minutes editing out small distracting background noises, I opened Twitter and connected the file to a post, captioning it, "You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me,” before hitting post and then proceeding to do the same for my tumblr blog. 

Almost instantly, my phone starts going crazy from those who have my post notifications on, and I read every comment with a smile on my face.

It may seem weird to many people, but I truly enjoy doing this. I get to turn a common activity into a side hustle, and it pleases both guys and girls when they find my pages. And most of them are the sweetest when they reply. They’re usually all horny replies, but unless I post something that instigates them to degrade me, they always choose to be super sweet.

I scroll through some replies and the likes from my followers, and even some who always come back but choose not to follow me because they don’t want others to know. It was nice seeing repeated faces. Like I created a space for them to feel safe to be open about something so lewd. 

That’s when I got a notification from my Cash App that’s linked to my accounts, causing a small smile to form on my face when reading the name. ThotxPleaser had been a loyal follower for a while now. He’s following my Twitter, Tumblr, subscribed to my Patreon, and here he is again, sending me a gift. 

ThotxPleaser- $250

Sounded beautiful as always, Angel❤️ 

I really wished that his gift had caused a bigger smile, but I knew this anonymous person’s actions too well by now. He usually gave me a sweet nickname, but today he just used my pseudonym, Angel, and it wouldn’t be worrying, if he also didn’t send the donation right after I posted, again. He always tried to send appreciation ‘when he had the chance,’ even commenting that he was too busy sometimes and felt bad for seeing my posts so late, so it was abnormal that he was so on top of it for the third post in a row, almost as if he was waiting for my posts as a pick-me-up. I know that was cocky thinking, but he’s said before that my posts have made his day, giving me a grateful gift to prove it, so it wasn’t that far off of an assumption. I just hope he’s doing okay.

Matt | Wednesday 2:59 PM

I crash into my bed with a groan. We’re getting everything situated for tour next week and I’ve been working my ass off doing almost all the work. The boys and our team do the best that they can, but I’m the one they run to when problems surface, and with the dates coming faster and faster, everyone is running rampant with anxiety and constantly on my ass needing help with the most obvious things. I know we’re all stressed but every part of my job other than actually getting them on that tour bus is done. 

I told them all to give me at least the rest of the day off to unwind. Any problems that come to head today can easily be fixed tomorrow. I warned them that I was switching my phone to Do Not Disturb so even if they tried to contact me, I won’t answer.

It was a lie, though. I would never actually do that to them and hopefully they know that. I just need them to understand and leave me be for at least a few hours before I burn out. And, of course, almost right as I thought that, my phone went off. 

With a loud groan, I turned my phone over and glared at it, trying to read what the hell the problem was now, but then my heart skipped as I read the notification. 

Angel💋 

You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me

My breath hitched as I read it and I instantly felt blood rush to my other head. This had to mean that she finally posted a new audio clip. I instantly clicked on it, desperately needing to hear her to put me in a better mood. My fingers eagerly tap at the back of my phone as it takes a minute to load up Twitter, but when it finally does, I see the audio file and click ‘play’. 

I shove my face into my pillow and place my phone next to my head as I let her voice and moans fill my ears. As the audio plays, I can feel myself getting harder. But I am too fucking tired to do anything about that right now. I truly just needed to hear her sweet voice in a time like this. I could listen to her for hours. It doesn’t matter if it’s her talking dirty or making these sweet noises. Hell, she could start a damn podcast and talk about the weather and it would still make my day. Something about her voice always brought me out of any rut that I’m in. 

The audio ends and I finally look back at my phone. I debated on playing it again, just to hear her, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to show her some gratitude and appreciation. 

I open up Cash App, using the account that wasn’t under my real name, and send her a simple note. I didn’t have enough energy to put too much thought into it, but she deserved something after boosting my mood. After I sent it, I closed my phone and shoved my face back into my pillow, this time with a small smile. Within minutes, I was out like a light, dreaming of what she could possibly look like, and having a chance to actually have her speak to me, just to be able to hear more of her voice. 

Y/N | Saturday 6:23 PM

It’s been a few days since the last donation from ThotxPleaser. I try to post a few suggestive posts a day if I’m in the mood, and every single one was instantly liked by him, but that was it. No flirty comments, just what seemed like he was already on his phone when I posted and a simple like. I know I shouldn’t worry about a random follower, but he has always been so sweet and supportive. Plus, as creepy as it may seem, I end up paying close attention to my supporters, and it was obvious that he was acting different than usual. 

I tried pushing the worry out of my mind the best I could, not needing to stress over a damn audio blog supporter, but I couldn’t help the fact that my mind wandered, thinking of what could possibly be happening in his life that he was too busy to show his usual appreciation, but still forcing him to be one of the first likes on every single post, audio or not. What could he possibly be dealing with that made him seem like he was so busy that he barely had time to do much, yet he still went out of his way to give me a hint of support? Fuck, I’m sounding insane. Am I overthinking this so much that I truly believe this man was using my moaning audios and lewd posts as his main form of serotonin? God, I need to fix my ego. He’s probably just losing interest and slowly weaning me off his attention…Okay, Y/N, he’s a fucking follower. He doesn’t care about ghosting you. You’ve never even spoken. Why are you so obsessed anyway?

I let out a groan, getting annoyed with my own thoughts. I realized that I was staring at the ceiling, worrying about someone I don't even know, so I quickly sat up and grabbed my phone, hoping that doom scrolling could help distract me…and make me feel less embarrassed.

I open Instagram and my eyes instantly land on the story bar. I scroll through the orange and green circles, hoping to find someone interesting, when I finally do. Matt Dierkes had a new story. I click on it and instantly giggle, seeing that, of course, it was another raccoon meme. Since this was my personal account, I liked his story and went on with doom scrolling.

After seeing only reposted memes and people living their best life, I realized this wasn’t going to give me the entertainment I needed. I close the app and look at my others, before opening Tumblr. Matt was still on my mind. I always found him so cute. I’ve enjoyed Bad Omens’ music for a while now, and definitely found the boys attractive, but something about their tour manager had always caught my eye. He said whatever he wanted and enjoyed things without judgment. I really liked how unique and undeniably him he let himself be.

I try to scroll through my feed, but with him still in my mind, my fingers trailed over to the search bar and I found myself looking up another fanfiction about him. 

After a few…okay maybe a little too many one shots and short stories since I was free tonight, I landed a quite…spicy story, leading me to decide this was the perfect time to create more content. 

With the story playing in my mind like a movie, I set my phone up and hit record. I was too lazy to grab a toy, and was definitely worked up enough that I could easily get this done manual style. Lying back, I slipped my hand down my pants with his face flashing behind my eyes. In the story, he had a little more dominant energy, so I began imagining him taking what he wanted.

My breath picked up as I felt his hands sliding up my thighs, using enough pressure to keep them held to the sides. He had this almost hungry look on his face as I stared down at him. His fingers finally reached the hem of my panties before powerfully yet gracefully sliding them down, like he was teasing me, making me wait. 

I could feel his warm calloused fingers grazing over the softness of my thighs as they trailed towards my core. I began to squirm in anticipation, desperately wanting to grab them and bring them where I needed him most, but I knew if I did, he’d find a way to punish me. 

Finally his hand reached the apex of my thighs and I gasped as he grazed his fingers through my folds. 

I’m getting too desperate, I have to get this little fantasy sped up. I start circling my clit and letting out a soft whine. 

His tongue passes through my slit before finally focusing on the bundle of nerves. My breath picks up as he perfectly laps at it, occasionally circling it with his tongue. As he adds more pressure, I can feel myself getting closer. I look down and see his face between my thighs, causing a small gasp to escape my lips. Once our eyes meet, I let out a breathy moan as my head falls back against the pillow. I can’t control the noises leaving me, the sound of his tongue lapping at my wet core and the image burned into my mind of him staring up at me causing the pleasure to intensify.

As I reached my peak, my mind overwhelmed with ecstasy, I forgot where I was. 

“Ma-“ I let out, before quickly gasping and covering my mouth, hoping I could play that off as a gasp of pleasure and not shock at me almost ruining my audio by saying his name. After catching my breath, I stop the recording and sit there. 

Fuck.

Matt | Saturday 9:47 PM

The guys and I were hanging out at Noah and Jesse’s house, telling ourselves that we needed a night off to relax and leave the stress behind for a few hours. Everyone’s mostly packed and we have at least tonight to just forget about everything, so they were all a few beers and shots in and it was getting kind of rowdy. I made sure to keep my eye on everyone to make sure they didn’t do something stupid. 

I was sitting on the couch as the rest of them either destroyed the kitchen, trying to drunkenly make snacks, or hung out in the backyard, just chatting or getting excited over revisiting places on the tour they enjoyed. I was silently watching them all, using this time to try and force some relaxation into my mind, knowing we agreed that we could take a break from work. I know I could have done this at home, but doing anything with these boys was better than doing it alone, since I could always end up hunched over in laughter at any moment.

I stare off, listening to them loudly argue over which cheese to put in a grilled cheese, and just let my mind wander over how life has been going lately. Thinking about what still needs to be done and what fun things I could try to do before I was slaving away for 3 months on tour, since even when I tried my hardest, I couldn’t push the thought of work away. But then I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that Angel had posted a new audio. God, this is exactly what I needed right now. A small smile formed on my lips, but I quickly went back to a straight face, not wanting anyone to see and question who made me smile or find out that it was a goddamn porn blog. 

I glanced around the room, making sure that everyone’s attention was occupied, before sneaking my way off to the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and pull out my Airpods. I know the house was loud, but the thought of them hearing her voice coming from the bathroom was not something I wanted to deal with. 

I put an Airpod in and click on the notification. Once it loaded, I pressed play on the audio. It was a short one, but it was definitely enough to put me in a better mood. Instantly, her sweet sounds filled my ear. Soft airy moans played through my Airpod and I could feel myself growing in my pants. I debated whether it was weirder to jerk off in their bathroom or to leave the bathroom with a hard on, and decided on the latter. 

As her voice played through my headphones like a beautiful melody, I reached my hands down and pulled the waistbands of my shorts and boxers down, letting my growing cock spring free. I turned my hat around, pushing my hair back to keep it out of my face as I leaned my hips against the sink and gripping the edge with one hand. I wrapped my other hand around the base and firmly gripped it. 

She let out soft whimpers with an occasional ‘Fuck’ and I leaned down and let a trail of spit reach my tip, biting back a groan as I collected it and used it to slicken my movements. It was just the perfect amount of lubrication to move at the pace I needed without making any noise. 

I brought my shirt to my teeth and closed my eyes, biting down as I fought back the noises collecting in my throat. I was close to biting through my lip and I didn’t need to get a noticeable mess on my nice tee. Explaining the teeth marks in the fabric would be easy, if their drunken asses even noticed. Her breath picked up, a telltale sign she was close, and that itself caused a tightening in my stomach. I listened to her moans getting higher and higher, subconsciously pumping myself to the beats of her breath. But then, she let out a moan I had never heard before. They were usually whiney and breathless, but this time she used her full chest voice, moaning out a ‘Maa-‘ before gasping and finally letting out her usual whiney sinful moan as she came. 

Something in my brain took that personal. It sounded too close to her moaning my name for me to prepare for the instant rush of pleasure taking over my body. I quickly cupped a hand over my tip as my eyes rolled back, my mind replaying that single sinful syllable over and over as I spilled into my fist. 

I probably bit a hole in my shirt with how hard my teeth clenched as I forced the deep loud moan from coming out. But I didn’t care. I had to hold my weight up with the sink behind me and force myself to catch my breath through my nose as the pleasure in my stomach lasted longer than it ever has before. 

After a few moments, the feeling of my cum threatening to drip from my hand caused me to finally open my eyes and drop my shirt from my teeth as I spun around and turned on the sink. I quickly washed all the evidence down the sink and tucked myself back into my pants before looking up.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, grimacing in post-nut clarity as it hit me how gross what I just did was. Not me jerking off to her, that was normal, but the fact that I had gotten so obsessed that I couldn’t wait until I got home to listen and react. 

I hung my head as I thought about how the fuck I was supposed to get through tour if I couldn’t stop myself from listening to her audios, but also definitely wouldn’t have a way to hide my reaction from them. I just wish I could hear her in any way other than something so erotic. That could hold me over. As long as I didn’t pavlov myself into getting hard just at the sound of her. 

I reach up and fix my cap before grabbing my phone and sending her a like and a comment. 

ThotxPleaser- Could never find a better way to make my day, beautiful. 

I softly laughed at myself as I sent it. I knew I was a freak. She probably thought I was a creep the way it looks like I stalk her with how fast I respond to her posts. But I couldn’t care less. She brought me a happiness I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t the context of her posts. It was her. And I had to show my appreciation, even if I just looked like one of many horndogs in her comments and donations. 

Wait…That was it. 

I fumble with my phone to open up Cashapp, before realizing how long I’ve been in the bathroom. I make my way back to the living room as I think of the perfect way to ask. Sitting down, I debate on the most convincing price to get her to even think of helping me out here. Tour starts Tuesday and with us all together, missing a chunk of change won’t be a problem. I go back and forth in my thoughts for a few minutes, writing and rewriting my message until I think it’s perfect. Finally, I send it and cross my fingers. 

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

All I want is to hear your voice more. Talk about your day, how the weather is treating you, or rant about a TV show you’re watching. I’d listen to you forever. All I ask is if you’d be willing to send me voice memos here and there to get me through my days. Name your price, sunshine. 

TO BE CONTINUED

[kaliforniahigh]

NSFW thots incoming

NNN but the boys said uno reverse and it's you that isn't allowed to O. Teasing, edging and lots of O denial.

Jolly is probably the sweetest about it and close to breaking, especially when you invite him to join you in a shower cause you just need to feel him close and on you in some way.

Matt would be the worst, making fun of you and being mean when you're practically rubbing against him like a cat in heat asking for something anything.

How each member + Matt would behave during No Nut November, but instead of them, it's you who can't cum. Smut below the cut.

Warning: orgasm denial, edging, mocking, spanking, fingering, thigh riding.... you get the gist, this is basically just filth. The boys are a menace in this.

Jolly was a weak resolve when it comes to you whining in that sweet voice of yours, eyes big and pleading. He starts to feel bad, so he does what he can to make you feel better. Warm showers where you can feel him pressed up against you is the closest he gets to satifying you without actually giving you an orgasm.

He runs his hands over your wet body while you rest your head on his shoulder. He can still feel your quick pulse from a few minutes ago, when you were in bed. He had put his hand under your panties, but his movements were so slow, you could feel youself just on the edge of the precipice, but unable to let yourself fall.

"Why don't you let me come? I've been so good", you'd whine against his chest.

"And it's because you've been so good that you won't come, right? That's the rule baby", he'd whisper in your ear and that would prompt tears to gather on your eyes.

Before he could feel too bad for you, though, he slips his hand out from between your legs, which prompts another whine to scape from your lips. He shushes you softly and takes you in his arms to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet, he adjusts the temperature just the way he knows you like.

Matt would be so degrading towards you. Sometimes he would even refuse to touch you, telling you that if you wanted to make yourself feel good, you could rub yourself on his thigh. It was a lesson on self-control, he told you. You could ride his leg all you wanted, but you couldn't make yourself cum.

As he watches you, face twisted in pleasure and agony at the same time, you'd tell him that you can't do it, that it's too much for you.

"If you knew you couldn't do it, then why did you agree, you stupid girl?", he'd respond in a tone that made you feel guilty, because you did agree, you brought this upon yourself.

Meanwhile, while you were rubbing yourself on his thigh, he'd take his dick out of his pants and start fisting himself with a thight grip.

The sight of you on top of him, knowing you weren't allowed to come, but he was, gave him a twisted type of pleasure, and after a few more strokes, he was cumming all over his stomach.

You had to phisically distance yourself from him, the sight too much for you, and you laid down on the bed, back turned to him.

"You're so mean, Matty"

He only laughed at your misery.

Noah would be the more agressive kind of mean, but he would give you such good aftercare.

He starts with you nice and slow. Bending you over his lap and running his hands over the supple flesh of your ass.

Instinctively, you lift your ass from his lap, trying to get some kind of pleasure. That's when he delivers the first hash smack. You weren't expecting it, so you let out a surprised yelp.

"I decide when I touch you, you understand that?", he grabs you hair and yanks your head back, you only nod in response, which doesn't please him at all, because he removes his hand from your ass to give you a slap across the cheek.

"Don't you know how to use your words?", he says through gritted teeth, mouth close to yours.

"I understand, Noah", you whimper in his mouth.

"There's the good girl I know", he said in a slightly softer tone this time.

He dropped your head back on the matress, and put his hand back on your ass. This time, he didn't waste much time, slipping your panties to the side and teasing your slit with the tip of his fingers.

If you ever misbehaved, he would deliver a quick slap to your pussy, making you jump on his lap at the feeling.

When you're a complete mess and your makeup is smudging the white conforter underneath you from the tears of frustration falling from your eyes, he'd take you in his arms, the slightest touch from him making you tremble.

"You did so well, you were so good. Just gotta wait 'till November is over ok?", he'd reassure you, eventually running his hands down your back in soft strokes, and soon enough, you were falling asleep in his arms from the exertion.

Folio would be the closest one to breaking in my opinion. He'd question many times if this No Nut November thing was even worth it. What kind of man was he, if he didn't make his girl come?

You'd be having sex, and you'd have to stop him, because you were about to cum and you could tell in his face that he was about to throw this whole out of the window just to feel your walls tighten around him.

You find out that this is worse for you. There is nothing more frustrating than feeling the first waves of your orgasm, just to have him pull out, and then everything goes away in the blink of an eye.

He starts enjoying it when you start begging. You even sprinkle a little bit of praise in there to try and sway his resolve. But he finds it more fun seeing you squirm for him. He's getting the hang of this thing.

One night, you're out at a restaurant when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You're washing your hands when you hear the door open beside you. Thinking nothing of it, you dry your hands, but someone grabs you and pulls you into one of the stalls.

You're ready to scream when a hans covers your mouth, and your eyes finally make contact with Folio's.

"I'll need you to be quiet, baby", he says and makes a low "shush" sound. You nod and uncovers your mouth.

You can feel his hand travel down your stomach, making it's way under your dress. He hitches your leg over his hip and slips your panties to the side.

He doesn't start slow this time, since you both didn't have a lot of time on your hands. You gasp when you feel his fingers plunging inside of you, and he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

You have half the mind to register the door to the bathroom once again and someoe getting in the stall beside you.

"Beg me", Folio says in your ear. You look at him with wide eyes. "Beg me and I'll let you cum right now".

The offer was irresistible. "Please, can I cum?", you whisper back to him.

"I can't hear you", he has a glint of mischief in his eyes. He's gonna make you beg out loud, when someone else is in the stall right beside you.

"Please", you try once again. The feeling of his fingers starting to become way too much for you, and you can feel yourself slipping into the abyss way too fast.

"You'll need to do better than that", he's looking right into your eyes, and before you can beg him once again, the feeling between your legs disappear, and this time, the whine that comes out of your lips os loud and very audible.

"Why did you do that?", you lean on him and he supports you by holding you by the hips.

"Girls who don't listen to instructions don't get to cum", he gives you a kiss on the forehead, his wicked way of mocking you, and then he makes his way out of the stall, leaving you behind.

Ruffilo makes the whole ordeal more artistic than it has to be. This man likes to sprinkle a little bit of art when you're fucking.

So, not only does he deny you of your orgasm, he needs to have you tied up to the bed. Hands and feet.

First, he starts with sensory stimulation. Maybe he grabs a rose on the way home, just to drag it along your chest, abdomen and thighs. Then, he moves on to little kisses all over your body. And he's slow with it too. He starts on your neck and descends to your collarbones, stoping to give attention to your perk nipples.

He continues with this until he's all the way down to your calf, and then he finally makes his way up again to where you need him the most.

He begins with the tip of his tongue, and you can barely feel it. The ropes tying you to the bed doesn't let you buck your hips, so all there's left to do is wait until he decides to give you what you want.

After a while, he's finally making you feel so good, you almost forget you're not allowed to cum. But he makes sure to remind you.

With one finger inside of you, he can feel that you're close. So he pulls his finger out and removes himself from the bed completely.

"What are you doing?", you teel him. You're breathless and a little irritation, a certain edge to your voice.

"I spoiled you too much", he shook his head at himself. "I think it's time we take a little break", he says, sitting on his computer chair. You're laying on the bed, completely stunned. Your body that felt on fire seconds before, now laid there void of any warmth, and you actually start shivering a little from the contrast.

"You can stay there and watch, baby", he gets comfortable on the chair, lifting his hips and sliding his shorts and boxers down, grabbing his length in his hand.

"It's my turn to feel good now".

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Just us

a/n: This is purely self indulgent because I saw Matt’s story and I’m so tired I will self comfort myself with this. Enjoy!

summery: You’re living with the boys and come back home after the longest day to find Matt in the studio. Watching him work had always been your favorite way to decompress. Being friends for years means it comes with extra perks, ones that make you question if you both are just friends after all.

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You were barely standing on your feet as you finally dragged yourself home. The day you had had been excruciatingly long and screw day, the past couple of weeks you had has been insane. It felt as if you had been up on your legs, doing something at every given moment. There was little sleep too and now you had reached the level of tiredness where even if you were exhausted at the end of the day you still couldn’t fall asleep.

The familiar buzzing of the house managed to pull a smile from you as you kicked off your shoes. There were perks of not living alone. Especially on these long days like this. You knew that you at least wouldn’t have to worry about feeding yourself. And some chores that you just couldn’t push yourself to do, someone else might handle. Plus, you got to come back to a place that didn’t suffocate you with loneliness. That was one of the reasons Noah had offered you a place in the house. You had been friends with them for years so you all were pretty good at reading each other without words. So when handling studies, apparent, and part-time jobs with Bad Omens got hard, they jumped in offering you a lifeline.

“Look who is back”, Jolly nodded your way with a smile. “Got you your kombucha so you can get out of my hair now”, you lowered the grocery bag onto the counter. Three sets of hands instantly move to rummage through it. “You are all toddlers”, you snorted. “You usually bring cool shit back”, Noah shrugged, turning over a yogurt box. “Yeah, snacks for my children”, you shook your head, hand running over your shoulders. “Pasta for dinner”, Jolly moved his hand to rub your back, you turned to him knowing that it was his way of asking if everything was fine. So you gave him the best smile you could master, “All in, extras cheese for all my troubles”, you bowed dramatically before moving towards the stairs.

With a deep sigh, you made your way up. Stopping to drop off your blazer and jeans in your room. Frowning slightly at the lack of hoodies in your drawers. Well, there were plenty of them just… not the ones that called your name. So with only an oversized shirt on your body, you once again ventured into the hallway. You knew that not many people understood that but the sound of heavy music blasting from the end of a hallway instantly made you feel better.

You knew that it had to be Matt there considering that you haven’t seen him downstairs. He hated being interrupted when he worked. It was called Matt Sound Kingdom for a reason. You knew that you shouldn’t bother him, especially now that they had been working so hard on creating new music and how easily an interruption could defuse inspiration, yet you still carefully pushed down onto the door handle, pushing the door ajar just slightly.

And here he sat, cap on his head. All windows shut only the mood lights he preferred on, even if you fussed about it not being good for his eyes. Leaning your head on the frame you let your gaze just linger there. You loved watching all of them fully submerged in their element but it was always something about Matt doing his thing, getting all bossy that got you the most. Some people thought he was standoffish or cold at times but you knew better. He was passionate and that sometimes came with the price.

“I made it into your daydream”, his voice startled you, making you bang your head onto the door slightly. “Jesus, Matt”, you hissed, pressing your palm onto the sore spot. “It wasn’t me snooping around”, he threw you a look before pushing his chair back slightly as he turned to you. With an eye roll, you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Not missing the way Matt’s eyes lingered on your bare legs. His jaw flexed as he licked his lips.

“So, you haven’t seen my shirt, have you”, he mused, making you look down as well. “Well, it was out of service for you”, you shoot him an innocent smile, turning to pull a chair out for yourself. “Don’t need that, come here”, Matt patted his thigh but something about sitting down on his lap with just a shirt and thong made you halt. You two were close. Fuck that, you shared beds on multiple occasions and it was never awkward. He was a total black cat. Not too big on physical touch, only when he was overstated for it did he slip into your room for a cuddle.

“Matt”, you muttered in a warning tone. “Y/n”, he shot back instantly, “Come here, I can tell that it was a shit day”. That completely threw you for the loops and you instantly felt the burning sensation in your eyes. “It was fine”, you tried to make it sound truthful enough. But Matt just shook his head, leaning forward. One hand grabbed the back of your thigh as he pulled you closer to him. Leaving you no choice but to straddle him. Now buried deep in the crook of your neck, with his scent all over you, you couldn’t help but let out the deepest sigh. One that had been pressing on you all day long.

“That sounded rough, do you want to talk about it or nah”, Matt asked, kissing the side of your head. You simply shook your head, not mustering enough energy to give him a proper answer. “Fine, but we are talking about it at some point”, he pointed out, pulling your legs tighter around himself before scooting the chair closer to his sound tech. “You mind if I continue this for a bit?”, it was sweet that he asked, considering that you were the one interrupting him. So you shook your head again, letting the heavy sound slowly drown out all the thoughts in your head.

That’s how you both stayed. Completely losing sense of time. With you lazily twirling the ends of his hair while he worked. And Matt whose hand slipped up and down your thighs, as he nodded along to the sound. Or drumming his fingers over your lower back as he searched for the right beat. You pulled back slightly after a while, wanting that up-close privilege of watching him once again.

“What?”, he muttered, catching your gaze. You just smiled at him, “I love seeing you like this”, you mussed, reaching to put his cap backward, so it wasn’t so much over his face. “Like what?”, his fingers reached out to carefully brush away the loose strands of hair away from your eyes. “Just being you”, you shrugged, “I know not many people step their foot here. I know I have a free pass”. Matt chuckled slightly, “Who told you that?”, “This guy called Matt, he’s really sweet”, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is that so, you like him?”, your heart skipped a beat because you doubted that he knew just how much you liked him. “Yeah, I do”, you muttered, watching him watch you. “He likes you too”, Matt hummed. “How would you know?”, you shook your head. “He told me too, we had a conversation about you”, his eyes slowly crept onto your lips before he pulled his gaze back up to meet your eyes.

“Matt”, you muttered, you two had tiptoed the line multiple times. But both of you had always put the band first. You knew that the rest of the boys wouldn’t mind but work and love in one mix nearly always ended in tragedy. “Can I do something stupid?”, he asked, fingers slipping to hold onto your hips, slowly reaching beneath the hem of your shirt. “Not if I do it first”, you breathed, cupping the back of his neck as you leaned forward, brushing your lips over his. He chased the kiss almost instantly, pushing deeper into you. It was equally slow and passionate as it was messy. You felt a shiver run down your back as the realization slowly hit you, making you pull back.

“Shit, sorry”, you grunted, trying to wriggle out of his hands only to have him firmly holding you down. “And where do you think you’re running now?”, Matt mussed, licking his lips. “Don’t do that”, you huffed, pushing his face further away from you. “Do what?”, he churched, “Look so fucking kissable”, you whined, making Matt let out a full deep laugh. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing you ever since that New Year’s kiss”, he admitted, making your shoulders droop slightly, “No, you have not”.

He shot you a look, “Love, I practically sleep in your bed every night after that, how else do you want me to show it to you”, while that was true you never took it as a sign of anything more than him wanting a cuddle. “Start by taking me on a date”, you pointed at his chest. “That can be arranged”, Matt mussed, leaning in to kiss your lips once more. “And others?”, you pulled back watching him. “Considering that you are here in my shirt with only a thong…”, he stared but you quickly hit his chest playfully, “They already know, I think we were the last ones to catch up. We don’t have to tell anyone anything, though”, he reassured you, hosing you high onto his thighs. “Just us”, you muttered. “That’s all that matters for now, baby - just us”, Matt kissed your temple before reaching to pull your head back, a smirk forming onto his face as his lips met your neck.

[circle-with-me]

summer’s in the air, heaven’s in your eyes

pairing: matt dierkes x female reader

tags/cw: 18+MDNI!! unprotected vaginal sex, the tiniest bit of spanking, overstimulation, skinny dipping, teasing, angst, fluff, yearning, hurt/comfort.

word count: 3.3k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @darksigns-exe @malice-ov-mercy @baddestomens @sitkowski @cncohshit @lma1986 @sprokat @rain-down-on-me @honeytama @thisbicc @blackveilomens

author’s note: this is the third installment of my summer series. it ended up being way longer than i intended but matt has rotted my brain so he gets a long one :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was supposed to be a girl’s trip. You and three of your best friends decided to go to the lake for a week. Your boyfriend of three years broke up with you at the end of May. It was sudden and unexpected, but you both kept it amicable. It would take a couple of weeks before his new place would be ready so you allowed him to stay in the spare room until then. 

Not even two days later you walked in on him and his coworker having sex in your room on your bed. After you chased both of them out of the house with a baseball bat, threw his things in the yard, and changed all of the locks, you locked yourself in your room for a month. Your friends eventually came to your rescue, dragging you out and forcing you to shower. Telling you that you desperately needed a tan and some social interaction.

The lake trip was branded as a girl’s trip but you knew your friends had plans to get you laid. You had no plans on getting involved with anyone. All you wanted was a relaxing trip and to forget about the break up. 

Meeting Matt wasn’t a part of the plan.

It wasn’t your fault he happened to be in the cabin next to yours and his dogs just so happened to take a liking to you.

It was annoyingly cliche how you met. He threw a tennis ball too far and it landed between you and your friends. Not long after it landed, so did two very wet and enthusiastic dogs. They were suddenly enthralled to find themselves among new friends—making sure everyone else was equally as drenched as they were. 

Matt came running over apologizing profusely trying but failing to wrangle them, who you later learned were called Boo and Zeus. Your friends huffed about how they were going to have to reapply tanning oil, grabbing their towels to dry off. Meanwhile, you were too busy having a rom-com, wind in your hair, “Take My Breath Away” playing in the background moment as the gorgeous man in front of you spoke. 

He offers his hand to you and you gladly take it, admiring the tattoos that cover his arm. You ask about them and he promises he’ll tell you all about them if you accompany him and the dogs on their nightly walk. He works fast, you’ll give him that. He beams at you when you agree—nearly stumbling over Zeus as he backs away, nervously telling you what time he’d be by to get you. 

It’s endearing how he shows up a few minutes early. 

He stands outside patiently; Boo and Zeus wait excitedly by his side. He’s freshly showered by the looks of the still damp ends of his hair—black baseball cap sitting backward on his head. The nervous smile he gives you as he hands you Boo’s leash makes your tummy do flips.

Conversation with Matt is easy. He keeps his promise and explains the tattoos on his arms, utterly appalled that you’ve never seen Lord of the Rings and making you promise to watch them once you return home. He catches himself droning on (his own words) about it and apologizes but you think you could listen to him read an instruction manual and find it interesting. 

You learn that he’s a tour manager for a band you’ve never heard of. He’s almost thrilled to hear this—telling you that once women hear that he works with Bad Omens they’re far more concerned with getting autographs or meeting their favorite member. He laughs it off but the way he chews the inside of his cheek tells you it bothers him more than he lets on. Fighting your nerves, you lace your fingers with his and squeeze his hand. 

“Everyone knows that tour managers are the hottest guys in the industry anyway.” You smile at him. He laughs and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to your lips. It’s all a little overwhelming—after all you just met this man. He counters your claim with self-deprecating humor but the way his thumb lightly brushes over the back of your palm tells you that he’s smitten. Maybe a little summer distraction wouldn’t be too bad after all.

You weren’t sure how he talked you into it. It could have been the alcohol coursing through your veins that made you feel a bit brave. Or maybe it was how his arm wrapped around your waist, eyes sparkling even through the darkness, that made you agree. Regardless of the true culprit, you found yourself shucking your clothes off and running naked off the pier and into the water.

Neither of you accounted for the water being so cold. Matt’s teeth chatter similar to yours as he swims closer to you, angrily murmuring about the temperature. The giggles that escape you don’t help his mood. He starts to swim off but you grab him by the arm, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

As you lean in to kiss him, your bare breasts press against his chest. You feel him suck in a breath and hold it when you tighten your legs around him, trying to maintain some self control. Smirking against his mouth, you drag your tongue across his bottom lip, and you feel the hands that were hesitantly on your waist shoot to your hips. 

“Warm enough, yet?” 

Matt blows out the air he was holding as he laughs. The open mouth kisses you leave across his jaw have his head tilting to the side so you have more access. You decide to test the waters, teeth scraping across the surface of his neck. He jerks a little, but the fingers now threading through your hair prompt you to continue.

“Yeah,” He finally responds in a breathy laugh. “Yeah—I, um… I’m definitely warm now.” His fingers flex into the meat of your hips, fingernails scraping against the skin. The hand in your hair pulls you off of his neck and kisses you harshly, tongue exploring your mouth. He squeezes you tight around him, pressing his erection into you. There’s no insistence behind it—he seems perfectly content rocking his hips slowly against you. Every gasp and mewl that leaves your lips is quickly devoured by his mouth on yours.

It’s comical, you think, how confident you were that you wouldn’t meet someone on this trip. You planned to enjoy your Fourth of July week with as much alcohol, sun, and alone time as you could get. Then, day one, Matt Dierkes comes along and ruins your plans in the best way—now you’ve spent every minute of the past four days together. 

It was made known on day two when you would be leaving. He learned you lived several hours away, while you learned this was a regular getaway spot for him—his house being less than an hour from the campgrounds. He toured frequently with the band and wasn’t home that often. It wasn’t an issue. You’d spend some time together, maybe get laid, then move on with your life.

Except it became so much more than that. 

Matt was kind. Kinder than you’d ever experienced. He held your hand everywhere you walked, thumb caressing the back of your hand like it did the first time you hung out. He took a genuine interest in your life and what you enjoyed doing for fun—and was so god damn adorable talking emphatically about his own interests.

The reality that you would ultimately have to leave him in a few short days loomed over you. The closer the day came the more the tension in the air thickened. You tried not to let it bother you, but there would be times where you would catch him staring at you—a somber look that screamed “please stay” but the plea was never spoken out loud. 

It all hits you so fast and nearly knocks the breath out of you. The hands roaming your body, lips covering every inch of exposed skin, and the  beautiful eyes that peer up at you like you’re heaven sent are all temporary. Somehow, losing a man that you’ve known for less than a week feels more devastating than the one you knew for three years.

Matt stops what he’s doing as your face contorts and immediately gives you space. He pulls you further up his torso and moves his hands back to your waist, stroking your back as he places your foreheads together. There’s no third degree, no sign of disappointment in his face. You think that somehow he knows exactly what is bothering you. 

“Are you sure you have to leave on Friday?” He asks, as if you needed the reminder. The sadness in his voice is evident and you’re pretty sure ripping your heart out would be less painful. Your emotions overwhelm you so you nod meekly, afraid of your voice betraying you. Matt presses a kiss to your lips, whispering that it will be okay—that he’ll do what he can to make it work, and you think you believe him.

There was a plan set for tonight. A perfectly laid out plan:

Take the dogs for their nightly walk. 

Have dinner. 

Go watch the fireworks on the lake. 

Easy. 

The dogs got their walk. You were on time to go to dinner, but when you came out of the bathroom in a yellow floral sundress that hit just at the right spot below your knees, Matt's eyes darkened. He pulled you in by the waist and skirted his hands up your thighs. He kissed your stomach over the cotton fabric of the dress and when his fingers brushed over your already wet aching core, plans were instantly changed. 

You did get to see the fireworks, kind of. From the window of the cabin—the one behind the bed that Matt had you on as he slid his cock in and out of you so agonizingly slow you thought you might crumble into a million pieces. Somewhere between rounds, you lost track of time. Each push inside of you reminds you that you’re spent but you can’t find it in yourself to care. As long as you’re with him, you’ll happily stay in this bed for eternity.

Matt picks up on it, though. The way your body shakes beneath him. How desperate your whines have become. You’ve been so good for him—cum so many times for him—he can’t believe you’re real and you’re his. Even if he can’t make it work after tonight. You’re his for now. 

“I know it, honey,” He soothes you, softly kissing your collarbone. “I just want to remember every inch of you.” He slows his pace to a near stop and the sob that tears through you makes his brain go numb. You’re making that sound for him. For his cock. He buries his face in your neck, trying to will the throbbing away. 

“Baby,” You pant, threading your hand in his blonde locks. “Please, please move.” The way you arch into him forces a groan from the back of his throat.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Matt whispers, kissing behind your ear. 

“You won’t, need to feel you,” As your body writhes underneath him, he breaks—pulling out of you and flipping you over in one swift motion. He smacks and grabs your ass, kneading the plump flesh with his palms. He gives you a few more good smacks before he’s kissing and marking up your back. 

“Get on your knees for me, baby,” He requests, but he’s already got his hands on your hips pulling you up to meet him. You feel his cock at your entrance and he doesn’t ease into you this time. The stretch and the ache hurts in the best way—you beg him to move faster. 

If there was ever a moment that you wished you had eyes in the back of your head, it would be now. The vulgar noises Matt makes as he thrusts into you are so intoxicating you have to see his face. The reflection of him in the window gives you minimal help and the sheer force of his hips against yours make it more difficult to maneuver around… but you have to see his face.

When you turn and see him, he’s glistening with sweat— eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. His jaw muscles are clenched so tight they’re bound to snap any second. His eyes stay fixed on where the two of you are connected and you wish you could see it too.

Matt catches you staring and leans over, wrapping a large hand around your throat and pulling you against his chest. His hand stays only to keep you against him, the other slithering around to your center to circle your clit. He sinks deeper into you, so deep it feels impossible—hitting the perfect spot each time. 

He recites the sweetest filth in your ear, every part of him working ardently to chase both of your highs. When you reach yours the dam breaks—the hold he has on you being the only thing that keeps you from collapsing into the bed as your legs give out. Matt twitches inside of you, filling you to the brim. 

He guides the two of you back down to the mattress on your sides, your back held tightly against his chest. Aside from your heavy breathing and the fireworks in the distance, it’s completely quiet. He remains inside of you, unwilling to part from you for a second. You fall asleep like this—with him softening inside of you—and pray the morning arrives a lot slower than it normally does.

You’re awake long before he is. The desire to turn in his arms to admire him as he sleeps makes you ache.  He’s sleeping so soundly you can’t bring yourself to disturb him. He softly snores into the crook of your neck, still holding you in the same position that you fell asleep in.

When he wakes up, he litters your neck and cheek with kisses. He doesn’t move from his spot, though—just tugs you even closer. He’s hard between your legs but makes no effort to remedy it. There’s no conversation. No tears. You stay slotted together until you’re dangerously late to leave.

Matt helps you pack your luggage and the car. He refuses to let the girls put their own bags in the trunk and if he had it his way, they wouldn't have carried it out of the cabin either. 

“You have some stubborn friends,” He gripes, playing tetris with the last couple of bags.

“Independent is the word I think you’re looking for.” You smiled at him.

The two of you head back to your own cabin—the one you barely spent five minutes in the whole week. You wanted to do one last sweep of the place to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Matt sits on the edge of one of the beds, quietly watching you. You ask him if he’s seen your sunglasses but he ignores the question.

“What if I don’t let you go?” Matt blurts out. Thinking he’s joking you laugh, but when you turn to look at him, he’s completely serious. “What if—ah, fuck—what if you tell your friends to leave without you? You call your boss at that stupid job you hate and tell him to go to hell. And you stayed.” 

“Matt..” 

“I know it’s fucked. We just met. If anyone else did this I’d call them a damn idiot but..” He pauses, lifting his hat to card a hand through his hair before placing it back. “There’s something between us. I don’t know what to call it yet, but I can’t stand the thought of you taking off and never finding out.”

“Matt, this all sounds wonderful but it’s not that easy. I have to work. I need a place to stay. I can’t just drop everything to stay here.” 

Matt looks at you bewildered. “I know I just spouted out a lot at once but which part of what I said makes you think I’m not going to take care of you?”

All of the air is immediately sucked out of your lungs. You stand in front of him, staring like a deer caught  in the headlights. Matt’s right, this is fucked. You just met. It would be insane to do this. This whole trip was to get over a relationship, not start a new one. Meeting Matt was not part of the plan! Yet—

What if it was?

“I was thinking—” Matt interrupts your thoughts. “I was hoping that you would stay with me. I have a house. It’s nothing special but I have a spare bedroom you can have if you’re not comfortable sleeping with me, yet.” 

He closes the space between you, smiling as he takes your hand. 

“A job I can help with too. You can come on tour with us and be our merch girl. Steve desperately needs help at the merch table,” He leans in and whispers as if there’s anyone else in the room that could hear you. “If you ever tell him I said that I’ll call you a liar.” 

You slap his arm playfully as you laugh together. He takes your face in his hands kissing you through your giggles. You circle your arms around him and lay your head on his chest sighing. There’s so much to consider in a short time. The thought of uprooting your whole life to take a chance like this—it all seems impossible. The fear of leaving and never finding out, however, was devastating. 

“If you’re not ready for all of this, I understand,” He confesses. “I still would like to keep in touch with you. See you when I’m not touring.”

The horn honks outside and your world closes in on you. Going home would be the safest option. You have a job, a home, friends, stability. You also hate that job, live in a townhome that holds nothing but bad memories for you, and have friends who are more worried about their  tan than their friends’ wellbeing.

Staying with Matt meant taking risks. Traveling the world with people you barely know. A completely new job. Living in a tour bus and hotels for an unknown amount of time. You’re used to stability. There is nothing stable about this option. 

Somewhere deep inside a new version of you creeps out and screams, “Fuck stability.”

Staying with Matt meant traveling the world. Making new friends. Friends that he’s spent the last week raving about and how much they’d love you. Learning a completely new job that sounds so much better than the crap office job you have. Being crammed in a tour bus or a hotel room is better than being reminded of a failed relationship day in and day out—not to mention being alone. 

And the best part? You’ll have Matt. 

The dread that covers his face when you shift to look at him turns to hope when he sees you grinning at him. He searches your face excitedly, eagerly awaiting for you to say something. You stand on your tiptoes, kissing the bridge of his nose, which he promptly scrunches. You think you can get used to this.

[flowery-mess]

Matt dating flower lover

We know Matt loves plants

So I'm thinking... grumpy Matt that came back home from tour to find some of his plants dead, so he makes trip to garden shop to get new ones

As he's looking at the plants in front of him, deciding which one to buy, you'd start talking to him

You could work there or be a customer, but you'd think he looks a bit lost there so you'd try to help him

And since then, GRUMPY X SUNSHINE trope

He'd take a deep breath before turning to face you, ready to tell you to fuck off that he doesn't need help

But when he'd see your face he'd lost his words

"Do you need help with anything? You look lost." you'd say

"No I know what I'm looking for, I'm just not a morning person." he'd answer, but slapped himself mentally the second the words came out of his mouth, because he killed a chance to talk more with you

When you'd start walk away he'd quickly say "But if you have any tips I'd love to hear them."

So you'd spent the morning in the garden shop, walking through different shelves and exchanging experiences with different flowers and plants

"I have to go now, but I'd love to talk more." Matt said "Over coffee or something, if you'd like." he finished with a bit of pink on his cheeks

You'd exchange numbers and go on a coffee date few days later

Matt would bring you cute small plant in a colorful flowerpot, small gesture but it would make your day

You'd start with the plant talk, but then move to your personal lifes to get to know each other

Safe to say you agreed to a second date

*skip few months forward*

Everything with Matt went well, you made it official and after few months Matt asked you to move in with him

Which, theoretically was great, but practically not so much

You both have so many home plants that it took weeks to rearrange everyhing to fit them all in the whole house

You bought some new shelves to put the pots on, together with fairy lights it would make the comfiest home for both of you

And together you started more with gardening, which became relaxing activity for both of you

Matt would also tell you that him trusting you with his plants and flowers is the biggest compliment ever

Plant shopping dates!!

Matching plant tattoo!🥹

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

friday night, movie night (matt dierkes x reader one shot)

authors note: so even though i am working on finishing writing chapters of my other stories this just flew out of my fingers in between whilst listening to music lol 🫣🫠 so i just had to post this heheh. hope u enjoy this short one shot! (:

.......

the evening started with a comfortable silence between us. my head is leaning against matt's shoulders and we both watch one of our favorite movies, enjoying each other's company as our eyes take in the big tv screen in front of us, with the film's animated movements and words we can both dream by now.

now and then a giggle or chuckle escapes our lips at funny sentences and scenarios, the warm sounds making this moment just as special as every friday movie night we spend together. we have been doing this for two years now, ever since we became best friends. it's something that has brought us closer, discovering humor, similar interests and character traits from each other.

but there has always been tickling something underneath it all. something that has grown thick in the air between us since a couple of months. something shifted-something has changed about the way we look at each other. the way we need each other.

i feel matt's body move against me as he laughs about something funny, making my eyes look up at him as i take in his joyful brown eyes and the grin on his lips. i must have been staring for a little too long, because matt's eyes then shift from the bright screen lighting up the dark living room around us to my eyes, taking every detail of his face as his eyes get their usual laughing wrinkles around them, the once i have grown to love so much.

an amused smile now tugs at his lips as he looks at me. 'y/n, this movie is funny as fuck. why are you looking at me?'

i swallow at his words, as a low chuckle escapes my lips, feeling my pulse quickening underneath my skin as his stare grows way too intense for my heart to handle. 'i have seen it so many times already. i just rather look at you now instead.'

matt's eyebrows raise at that, his smile growing bigger now as a slight glint of playfulness comes to life in his eyes as well. 'is that so? you're saying that one of our favorite movies of all time is not that interesting anymore all of a sudden, hm?'

i shift on the couch, moving my head from his broad shoulder so i can look at him better. the smile on my lips mirrors the emotions that he holds in his glance, and i nod. 'guess so, yeah.'

the corner of his mouth tugs up even more by hearing those words, narrowing his eyes a little as he takes in my expression for a moment. 'you want me to turn the movie off?'

my heart flutters out of excitement and nerves, the tension now growing thicker in the air, more than it ever has, as we both seem to agree that we want to break the already crooked line between friendship and something more now. we definitely crave much more than just a friendly bubbly night, and at the way matt leans forward to grab the remote and turn the tv off in a quick movement, i just know that this will be our best friday movie night so far.

[collapsedglasshouses]

FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Hello! I've decided to update my recommendation list and give it a bit more structure, this is why I'm making a new list and try to keep it updated as often as possible. (The old list will still be available don’t worry)

To my fellow fanfic creators, I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you all. You're all so good at what you are doing. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us! ♡

Please read the content warnings for each piece of fiction! Most of them are NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

LAST UPDATED JUNE 2 2024

BAD OMENS:

Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:

✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch

✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch

✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare

✫ I TOOK YOUR KEYS, IT WAS ME by @badnoahmens

✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens

✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx

✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern

✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot

✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot

✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix

✫ TO HOLD YOU, TO HEAL YOU by @veronicaphoenix

✫ DISCIPLINE by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ TOGETHER by @darksigns-exe

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

✫ JUST CRASH (IT'S OUR TIME NOW) by @sitkowski

✫ TOGETHER by @deathblacksmoke

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:

✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens

✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens

✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words

✫ TOGETHER by @circle-with-me

Nick Folio x OC/Reader:

✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens

✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke

✫ TOGETHER by @malice-ov-mercy

Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:

✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare

✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes

✫ MATT DIERKES FRIENDS TO LOVER REQUEST by @thcfountain [Matt Dierkes x ace afab!Reader]

✫ MATT DIERKES SMUT by @artificialbreezy

Other Pairings:

✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0

Love Triangle:

✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:

Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:

✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged

✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636

✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me

Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:

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Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

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Other Pairings:

✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[thatchickwiththecamera]

Hi!!

Can you write something related to Matt? I'm soooo obsessed with him lately.

Not a specific request, just Matt 🥺

Thank you!!!!

Author’s Note: Someone sent in two requests in one ask for Matt and Ruffilo. Since this wonderful anon didn’t specify what they wanted their request regarding Matt to be about, I am responding to the Matt portion of that double prompt through this request!

Check out my other writings here: MASTERLIST

Warning: Contains Smut, 18+ ONLY

The Shirt

The blazing rays of the morning sun were already bearing down on Olivia’s shoulders as she unloaded the bags of fertilizer and potting soil out of the trunk of her RAV4. Even at 7am, Texas in the middle of July was scorching and that heat would take a bite out of you really quick if you weren’t careful. 

As she was stacking the last bag on top of the pile she had made on the corner of her driveway, a truck drove up onto the concrete slab and parked next to her. The bed of the truck was loaded down with various gardening tools, cuts of lumber, and a number of plants nestled in their temporary plastic pots. 

Matt Dierkes, one of Olivia’s oldest friends, emerged from the driver’s side, his long hair covered by one of his signature ballcaps. He wore an old Bloodline tee with the sleeves cut off and a pair of athletic shorts with the name of their high school printed on them. 

Matt had the next three months off before his next set of shows with the guys and had agreed to help Olivia build her own garden and green space in her backyard. Gardening was a hobby he had picked up during the pandemic when the music industry shut down touring wise so she naturally turned to her best friend for help when deciding to start her own. 

Shortly after he stepped out of the vehicle a little blonde blur of fur hopped out as well and bolted toward where Olivia stood. She stopped what she was doing and scooped Matt’s yorkie Boo up into her arms and hugged him to her chest as he licked her face in greeting. 

She let out a laugh in response and lowered herself into a criss-cross sitting position on  the ground to continue playing with her friend’s furry child. Matt lowered the tailgate of his truck and paused, peaking around the truck to watch his best friend play with his dog. The view made him smile. Two of his favorites in one place.

They soon moved everything, including Boo, to the fenced in backyard and quickly got to work. The plan was to get as much done in one day as they could by sundown and then finish whatever was left tomorrow. The reward at the end of the project was a pair of tomahawk steaks and a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper that sat on the top shelf inside Olivia’s refrigerator. 

They finally took a break a little after noon. They had gotten the ground cleared and the three raised garden boxes built and lined with a weed barrier. Now, they laid down on the cool concrete of Olivia’s covered back porch. Olivia with a couple of pillows from one of the lounge chairs nestled under her head, Matt’s with his head propped up on the side of Olivia’s stomach, hat off, now covering his face. 

The ceiling centered above them steadily pushed warm air down over their bodies. Boo lay curled up on the elevated cooling dog bed that she bought specifically for him that she placed next to the door while they worked. 

The mixture of warm air and cool concrete made it tempting to drift off to sleep and take a nap right then and there. One of her Spotify playlists shuffled out various songs through the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the porch. She hummed along to lyrics of an A Day To Remember song and found herself absentmindedly playing with the hair on Matt’s now uncovered head. She loved his long hair and dreaded the day he ever decided to cut it. 

“Hmmm, if you keep that up I am going to end up falling asleep.” Matt commented, voice partially muffled by the hat. 

He moved the hat slightly, peaking to look over at her with a smile. Her eyes were closed and a content smile adorned her face as she continued to fiddle with his light brown locks. He reached up with his right hand and poked her side with his thumb, knowing fully well how ticklish she was. 

She squirmed and tried to swat it away with the hand not currently occupied with his hair. He did it again and when she tried to swat at his hand, he grabbed it and pulled it toward him, trapping it in his own against his chest. She let out a laugh. 

“Matthew, if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so.” she said, now looking down at him with a smirk. 

He rolled his eyes, jokingly flipped her the bird before throwing the hat back over his face. Her hand remained in place on his chest, his right hand draped over it. She made no effort to move it. They fell back into a comfortable silence. She continued to play with his hair and eventually felt him start drawing slow gentle circles with his thumb against the back of her other hand. They remained that way until their stomachs signaled it was time to eat lunch and get back to work. 

By the end of the day, all three garden boxes were full of the proper ratios of soil, fertilizer, and mulch along with strategically placed irrigation hoses. Pre-grown sprouts had been transplanted from their plastic pots along with regular seeds into neatly organized and labeled rows in each box. In a few weeks Olivia would have tomatoes, various peppers, carrots, asparagus, sweet corn, and potatoes growing tall and green in her garden. 

They both agreed that it was too late and they were too tired, sweaty, and partially sunburnt to bother cooking and decided to hold off on the celebration dinner until the next afternoon. After loading the various gardening and power tools back into the bed of his truck, Matt turned and watched Olivia walk over with Boo in her arms. 

“Can’t he just stay here tonight since you’re coming back tomorrow anyway?” She asked, not wanting to part with the pint sized pup that she had come to adore almost as much as his owner over the years. 

“Liv, are you trying to steal my dog from me?” He accused, stepping closer to scratch the little dog's head before looking down at his much shorter friend with a smile. 

“I don’t have to try, he likes being here,” she defends. 

Yeah, he’s not the only one, Matt thought

“and besides, he lives here when you’re on tour and now that you’re home I miss him.” 

“Oh, so what you’re saying is you can’t wait for me to leave again.” He teases. 

“No, I’m saying that now that you’re home, I miss having Boo around.”

“So you don’t miss me when I’m on tour, but you miss my dog?” He asks. 

“I’m going to smack you,” she threatens, “you know what I meant asshole”

“Boo, are you going to let her talk to your dad that way?” he asks with a sarcastic gasp. 

“Boo, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your dad is a little jealous.” She states, kissing the top of the dog's head, smirking at her friend. Blue eyes glowing with a hint of mischief. 

He rolls his eyes. 

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

“Lies,” She states matter of factly. “So can he stay?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” he replies with a sigh. 

Everyone who knew Matt knew that he was certainly not a pushover. Quite the opposite in fact. He could be an outright ass sometimes. But there was just something about Olivia that made it hard to say no, even when they were younger. He chalked it up to her just being very persuasive and good at making a convincing argument. But as they had gotten older, he knew it was because he loved seeing the way her eyes lit up with excitement when she was happy. He liked being the one that made her happy. 

When he got home, he headed straight to the shower, wanting to rinse away all the sweat and dirt that had built up over the course of the day. From the shower he lazily went through the rest of his bedtime routine before seeking refuge under the comforter. 

Despite how much his body ached and longed for rest. His mind would not allow sleep to take hold. After a while he rolled over onto his back with a frustrated sigh and stared up at the ceiling fan. His bed was noticeably colder without Boo curled up next to him. His house was too quiet. It felt odd and out of place. Like something was missing aside from the obvious absence of man’s best friend. 

He used to love the isolation being home provided after months of time spent on cramped tour buses and in shared hotel rooms, but now he was dreading the solitude. 

Before his mind could ponder further he heard a familiar notification chime from his phone. He rolled over and grabbed the device off the nightstand, the light from the screen cutting through the darkness. 

Olivia: New Text Message

He unlocked his phone and was greeted by a photo of Boo in a bathtub, hair spiked up in different directions by the shampoo lathered in his hair. The message underneath read:

Olivia: Someone knocked over the trashcan while I was taking a shower and got caught red pawed with peanut butter all over him. 🙃

The message made him smile in amusement. Boo was notorious for knocking over and digging through the garbage if you didn’t keep the trash can secured in some fashion. He had done it many times when Matt had originally moved into his own place before he finally got a heavy metal can with a push pedal lid that couldn’t be knocked over.

Before he could type out a reply another photo popped up. This one showed Boo sitting, with freshly dried fur, looking up at Olivia through the mirror on the countertop next to the sink in her bathroom. The reflection showed Olivia smiling down at her phone screen behind him as she snapped the picture, hair dryer up and ready in her opposite hand. 

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which was practically a dress on her short frame. Not just any t-shirt. His t-shirt. His favorite Lord of the Rings t-shirt that he thought he accidentally lost. 

But there is was, and fuck did she look good in it. 

Olivia: Pupdate: Back to his clean handsome self! 😋

He zoomed in to see that she had gathered the pups hair up into a hair tie causing the free hair to stick up like a troll doll. His smile grew wider as he typed back a reply. 

Matt: You gave my dog a ponytail? And is that my shirt? 🤨

Olivia: Yeah! You guys match now! And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lol 🤭

Matt: 🙄

Olivia: He looks cute and you know it! 🖕

Matt: So what you're saying is you think I look cute? And stop trying to avoid the question. 🤔

Olivia: I say you match and that's all you got out of that? 🙄

Matt: You didn’t say no. 😏

Olivia: 🤐

Matt: I’m taking that as a yes until you say otherwise and I want my shirt back. 

“Boo, I think your dad is flirting with me” Olivia said to the pup curled up under her arm, big brown eyes looking at her. 

Albeit she was flirting back, but they were both arguably kinda bad at it. 

Olivia: I plead the fifth and if you want it back you’ll have to come and take it. 

Matt: That can be arranged. 

Oh shit, maybe not as bad at it as she thought. 

Olivia: You’d like that wouldn’t you? 

Well, no turning back now. They’ve officially crossed into a territory outside of the realm of just friends. 

Three little text dots popped up at the bottom and then went away. 

Shit Shit Shit. 

She felt doubt start to form like a weight in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she read the messages wrong. Maybe he wasn’t flirting? 

Twenty minutes passed with no reply. She wanted to scream, and cry, and throw up all at the exact same time. Olivia was genuinely worried that she had just royally fucked up her friendship. 

She was anxiously pacing around her room, waiting for Matt to reply, when she heard her doorbell ring from downstairs. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. It read 11:47pm. 

Boo let out a growl at the new noise. She tried to soothe the dog before leaving him secured inside her bedroom and headed downstairs to see who the hell was ringing her doorbell in the middle of the night. She was mentally chastising herself for not investing in one of those ring doorbell cameras that she always said she was going to invest in when she moved in two years prior. 

She stood on her tip toes and looked through the peephole. She let out a slight gasp by who she saw on the other side before quickly unlocking and opening the door. There on the other side of the threshold was Matt with a very serious look on his face, his brown eyes looked darker than usual. They both said nothing, a noticeable tension filled the air as she pulled the door open wider, allowing him room to step inside. She quickly closed the door behind him and re-secured the locks. 

“Matt, wha…” she started to ask, turning around to face him. 

“Shut up.” he interjected, stepping forward and connecting their lips in a searing kiss. 

They stood like this for a moment, before he took another step and the cool wood of her front door against her back caused her to part her lips in a gasp, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands left her face and traveled down the seam of her shirt. His shirt. Before he reached behind her thighs and lifted her up, legs wrapping around his center, as he carried them over to the couch across the room. 

That tension felt before snapped as hands found skin and clothing met the floor piece by piece. She didn’t have time to feel shy. The desire of it all was dizzying and they both craved more. He rolled her off his lap to where she laid across the couch and he began to plant kisses along her throat. Over her breast. Down her stomach. Watching her react with each touch as he made his way to her core. 

He looked up at her as he pressed gentle kisses against her inner thigh, silently asking permission to continue. She nodded and he didn’t hesitate. Her hand quickly found its way into his hair as his tongue worked deeper. Her head snapped back into the couch pillow as he gently introduced his fingers to her folds, falling into a steady rhythm as his mouth flicked over her clit. She tried to move her hips to match his thrusts but he firmly held her in place by snaking his free arm around her thigh. 

She let out a moan as she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax. The sounds of her moans and how she breathlessly whispered his name were like music and he was desperate to hear more. She looked down at him, his eyes borderline pitch black with lust. Their gaze remained locked as she felt her body coil tighter until it snapped and she screamed out his name in pleasure. Writhing beneath him as he continued to work his fingers in and out, while kissing the overstimulated bud. 

The sound of her voice as she fell apart made his dick twitch. She whimpered slightly at the absence as he made his way back up her body and attaching her lips to his in another deep kiss. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, her pupils blown with ecstasy. 

“Are you sure about this?” He said, seeking consent to continue. 

She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss. 

“Fuck, yes.” She breathed against his lips. 

She gripped his arms, nail leaving crescent moon indentions on the skin as he pushed inside of her. Sweat began to pool at the small of his back as she rolled her hips up to meet him, their bodies falling into a steady rhythm.

He placed his forehead against hers, eyes locked as he thrusts harder, deeper. Both chasing their high together. Olivia's eyes flutter closed as the pleasure builds closer and closer. 

“Look at me!” Matt demands. God the way he said that unlocked something in her. 

Her eyes snap back open to meet his. He picks up his pace with a grunt, alternating between deep full hilt thrusts and shallow ones that leaves her needing more. 

“Fuck, Liv, you’re doing so good for me.” He praises between his own moans. 

Her hands snake deeper into his mane of hair as they push closer and closer to the breaking point. He tries to hide his moan in another deep kiss. 

“Matt….” She whines, “so close..”

“That’s it, babygirl.” He praises, “cum for me, let me hear that pretty voice.”

She cried out his name in pleasure, star bursts dotting in her vision as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She writhed with overstimulation as he chased his own climax shortly after. He collapsed on her chest, both of them trying to calm their ragged breathing. 

Matt quickly got up and retrieved a wet washcloth from the half bath and cleaned both of them up before laying back down and pulling Olivia on top of him along with the decorative blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. She nestled her face into the crux of his neck, he rested his chin on top of her head. 

“Matt?” Olivia asks, voice muffled by how she was laying. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re still not getting the shirt back.” She says. 

He lets out a laugh. 

“Fair enough,” he replies, kissing her forehead, “It looks better on you anyways.”

[dsireland86]

Mark Me

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Skin smacking together echoed through the dimly lit hallway. Her panting, followed by needy, lustful moans, filled the bedroom, locking themselves within the walls of their home. 

It was a moment of pure lust and fulfillment, having nothing to do with love and comfort, even though Matt worshiped the ground she walked on. Tonight, she was the brutal brunt of all his pent-up sexual frustration from weeks of being on tour without her. 

“All I thought about was fucking your brains out while I was locked up on that fucking tour bus for weeks,” Matt growled through clenched teeth as he pounded into her pussy like a wild, hungry animal.

She screamed for him, raking her nails down his back over and over, digging her fingertips into the muscles of his shoulder blades while she willing laid on her back and allowed Matt to violate her hard and fast, just to get his sexual fulfillment. 

“Fuck, you're always so fucking tight for me baby,” he panted, diving into her neck and sucking on it. “Harder, Matt,” she moaned, clawing his back again, making him hiss in pain. “God, your pussy feels so good, taking my cock like this. You don't know how many nights I got myself off just thinking about it.” 

Matt grunted, thrusting harder into her, turning her cries into screams, as she begged him to let her cum. But, Matt was feeling mean tonight. It wasn't about her. It was about him. It was about fucking her filthy until he penetrated every single part of her.

Flipping her over on her stomach and forcing her up on her knees, Matt yanked her by the hair, and smacked her ass leaving a red hand print behind, reminding her who she belonged to.  “Your pussy is mine, baby,” he told her, thrusting so hard into her he bottomed out, causing her to feel the head of his cock in her lower abdomen. 

“Fuck! Matt!” “Shit! I felt that.” He did it again and Y/N cried out, moaning his name. “God you're going to make cum if you keep sounding like that.” Pressing down on her lower back and smacking her ass again, Matt continued fucking her hard until the familiar pressure began to build.   “Every inch of your beautiful, fuckable body belongs to me; your ass, your tits, your mouth, all of it!” “Matty,” she whimpered, choking back sobs and clawing at the bed sheets.  “Whose slut are you? Tell me,” he demanded, feeling his thrusts getting sloppy. “Yours, Matty!” she whined. “Good girl.”

He reached around and found her clit, circling it fast and hard hoping it would make him cum faster. But he needed more. Moving his hand lower, he found the place where they connected, the base of his cock soaked in their combined arousal. 

“Jesus, your pussy dripping!” He pulled out of her, exchanging his cock for his fingers. His other hand closed around her neck, choking her lightly as he fucked her with his fingers.  “Matt, I'm almost there,” she whimpered through choked sobs. “I want to come, please.” “Tell me who your sweet ass cunt belongs to, and maybe I’ll let you.” “You, Matt,” she choked, “it belongs to only you, baby.” “You’re goddamn right it does, beautiful.”

Slipping his fingers out of her pussy and thrusting them into her mouth, Matt hummed in approval when she sucked her juices off of them. It seemed to be the catalyst for him.  His cock twitched hard inside her as he smacked her ass for a third time, and she screamed his name as he slammed back into her, pounding her pussy relentlessly. His balls tightened proof that he was close. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” His fingers dug deep into her hips, bruising them. “Fuck! God!” “Matt, I’m about to cum, baby,” she moaned. “Me too, I wanna cum inside you.” He grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back, hard, releasing his seed inside her just as her walls tightened around his cock and she came at the same time. Together they rode each other’s high for a moment before crashing. Matt pulled out of her and watched from behind as his cum dripped from her stretched, overstimulated pussy right before she collapsed.

Noticing the red marks he left behind on her ass, Matt felt a pang of guilt for being so rough on her. He leaned down and gently kissed them, pausing the moment he heard her whimper. 

“I'm sorry, beautiful. I was too brutal and rough on you. I just fucking missed you so much.” He kissed her shoulder before brushing her hair out of her face. 

“I love you, Matt,” she muttered, eyes fully closed. “And it's okay. I missed you too. So much.” He smiled, pulling the blanket over her, and kissed her cheek.

Shuffling into the bathroom, the deep, uncomfortable pain on his back became more noticeable. Looking into the mirror, Matt gasped at the blood red nail marks all down his back. The long scratches started at his shoulder blades and ran all the way down to right above his ass, running across the top, right at the bottom of his neck. 

“Motherfucker,” Matt cursed, straining his neck so he could see his entire back. “It’s your own fault, Dierkes. You know you went way too far with her tonight,” he scolded himself. 

But the fact of the matter was this; the reason for the deep nail marks all over his back was a sign of a job well done. He fucked her well. He made her feel good and accomplished his responsibility in making sure his woman was pleasured and loved the way she deserved. The marks were her sign of ownership of him, and he would proudly wear them. 

Slipping into bed next to her, Matt pulled her in closer to him and nestled his face into her back, the scent of her hair engulfing his nostrils as he fell asleep. 

The morning sun poured through the curtains, dragging Y/N out of a deep sleep. She was sore between her legs and was sure walking properly would prove to be a challenge. Her shoulder hurt, possibly from a bite mark and her scalp held faint traces of being pulled too hard. 

But the visions of last night that danced behind her eyes made her pussy tingle and she clenched her legs together tightly, hoping to feel any trace of Matt left behind. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

Matt walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered. His damp hair hung loosely around his shoulders, as droplets of water dripped onto his skin. The scent of his body wash was strong, awakening Y/N’s senses and making her more alert this time of the morning than she normally would be.

Matt looked delicious, and she suddenly found herself wanting him inside her no matter how sore she was. Sitting up, she realized she was still naked beneath the sheets and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover herself. 

“Really? Playing the modest card this early in the morning,” Matt teased, raising an eyebrow at her. She grinned, letting the sheet go. It fell, revealing her naked breasts to his alluring eyes. Matt groaned, unable to control himself. He went to her and pulled the blankets back as she undid the towel that hung tightly to his hips, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Y/N licked her lips at the sight. His tip was swollen and pink and already leaking precum. It was maddening for her not to have him in her mouth. Nudging him back, she got down on her knees and instantly took Matt's cock completely into her mouth, sliding all the way down to its base until the tip hit the back of her throat. 

“Jesus, baby,” Matt groaned, looking down and watching her pretty little mouth fuck him. The way her tongue slid up and down his shaft hit a nerve, turning him into a moaning, panting mess. 

“Fuck. Fuck baby, right there, just like that. Yeah. Oh God!” 

Matt's head fell back and he stared straight up at the ceiling, giving in completely to the way her mouth and lips ran over his cock soaking it with her saliva and  massaging and sucking it unmercifully. He looked back down, tangling his fingers in her hair before spreading his legs more, holding her head as she continued fucking him at the perfect tempo. “Is this payback for last night? Because I was too rough on you?”  

Y/N didn't answer, just locked her hands around his thighs, fingertips pressing hard into his skin. More of her spit tricked down her chin, dripping to the floor.

“Doesn’t matter if it is or not. I'm addicted to the way you're mouth fucks me, damn,” Matt muttered, running his hand down the side of her face.

“Oh God, right there, just like that! Don't stop, baby don't fucking stop,” Matt moaned, thrusting into her mouth over and over. She gaged a few times and clenched her hands around his thighs tighter, but didn't let up on what her mouth was busy doing. 

Matt's legs began to shake violently, an explicit sign that his end was near. 

The moment she nipped the head, circling the tiny hole in the center with the tip of her tongue, it sent Matt over the edge in the most aggressive yet fulfilling way possible. 

“Goddammit, motherfucker,” he yelled, shooting his cum into the back of her throat. He tightly held her in place, forcing her to swallow all of it, thrusting a few more times just to milk the last little bit. When he let her go, Y/N collapsed already spent and out of breath. Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for his heart rate to slow and his legs to stop shaking. “I think I might need another shower after that. Shit.”  “Mmm, you liked that, huh?” Y/N smirked, climbing onto his lap.  “Oh yeah, I liked that. It's been a while since you fucked me that good.” 

They kissed, a slow meaningful kiss, giving Matt shivers at the taste of himself on her tongue.  She laid her hands on his shoulders, and ran them down his back, feeling the welts just as Matt seethed in pain. “What happened?” she asked, peering over his shoulder.   “You happened,” Matt chuckled even though he was being serious.  “Holy shit, Matt!” she exclaimed, climbing off him to and around to look at his back.  “I did that! Oh my, I'm so freaking,”  Matt grabbed her face and kissed her hard, stealing all the breath in her lungs. “No.” “But,” Matt kissed her again. “No.” 

Y/N blinked a few times before looking back at the nail marks on her boyfriend's back. “I didn't mean to hurt you.” Matt lifted her head up, grinning at her sweet face.  “No worse than I hurt you. I was too hard on you last night.” Y/N's face softened at Matt's words.  “Maybe, but you didn’t leave any marks on me.”

“Are you kidding? Baby, I bit you,” Matt corrected her, pointing at her shoulder, which did explain the discomfort. “Not to mention your ass still has a handprint or two. I was too rough. I crossed a line. I’m the one who should be sorry, and I am. I just missed you so fucking bad, but that’s still not a good reason.”

“So does this make us even then?” she asked, peering up at him through her long eyelashes as she sat up on her knees and moved over towards him, capturing his lips with hers.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess it does,” Matt agreed, falling back into the bed with her.”

“Hey thanks for inviting us over for breakfast Y/N, it was really nice of you.” Noah gave her a quick kiss on her cheek as he grabbed another piece of bacon. “You’re welcome. It was really Matt’s idea. I just made the food.” “This is a lot of food!” Folio chimed in, grabbing two more pancakes.  “Yeah, well you’re growing boys what can I say,” she shrugged, laughing.

Noah and Folio laughed too, just as Matt entered the kitchen, shirtless and giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek and telling her something that made her laugh. That's when Noah caught sight of Matt’s back, immediately noticing the red scratches. 

“Holy fuck, Matt! What the hell happened to your back?”  “What?” “What? The red scratches? What happened?” Matt just stared at him for a moment, unmoving. “Are you really that dumb, Noah?” “Huh, what do you mean?” Noah looked from Matt to Y/N whose cheeks are a bright red, and that’s when realized what was happening     “Oh, shit! My bad,” he chuckled, bringing his fist to his mouth.

“Y/N, made those marks on you, Matt?” Folio’s eyes widened in surprise. “What the fuck did you do to her?”  Y/N groaned in embarrassment, wondering why the hell Matt didn’t wear a shirt.  “Use your imagination, Folio," Matt answered, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her closer to him.” He whispered something in her ear, making her giggle again.  “Are going to show the entire world what I did to you last night.”

“I will if I can. Marking me means you own me and I want everyone to know you own me.” 

“You can be so disgustingly sweet sometimes, you know that,” she laughed, taking her plate of food she finished making. “Shh, don’t tell anybody. No one is supposed to know I’m sweet,” Matt joked, winking at her.

But it wasn’t a secret. Matt was the sweetest to her and she loved him, madly.

[concretejunglefm]

Masterlist.

fic taglist | smut is marked with * | dividers: silent-stories.

Series

Poltergeists (ongoing) - Noah Sebastian x reader, Nicholas Ruffilo x reader + other BO member mentions.

Wonderland* (ongoing) - Noah Sebastian x Alice/reader.

Unholy* (wip) - Dom!Noah Sebastian x reader + other BO mentions.

Obsession* (wip) - Noah Sebastian x f!reader (jolly's girlfriend).

Mini thot series

Thot Girl Hours* : part 1, part 2, part 3 - all BO members.

Sub!noah* : part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 - Sub!Noah Sebastian x Dom f!reader.

My Boys Only Break Their Favorite Toy* : part 1, part 2 - Matt Dierkes x Reader x Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo.

Virgin!noah* : part 1 - Virgin!Noah Sebastian x f!reader

Flashing* : part 1 - f!reader x all omens

I'm Not Ready To Let You Forget Me : part 1, part 2 - Noah Sebastian x reader

One shots

Worship* - Nicholas Ruffilo x f!reader.

That's So True - Noah Sebastian x reader, Jolly Karlsson x reader.

Game - Jolly Karlsson x Gibson girl/reader.

Christmas Eve - Matt Dierkes x reader.

Plaything* - mean!Matt Dierkes x reader.

Wine & Late nights - Noah Sebastian x reader.

That Sound - Nick Folio x reader.

Untouchable - Noah Sebastian x popstar!reader.

Let's play a game* - Matt Dierkes x reader.

Podcast - Matt Dierkes x reader x Nick Folio.

Designated Cuddler* - Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Caught* - solo f!reader with mentions of the BO guys.

Male model needed - Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Make out - Noah Sebastian x reader x Nicholas Ruffilo.

Product testing* - girl!omens w/ f!jolly x f!folio.

Inexperienced* - Jolly Karlsson x virgin f!reader.

Bestfriend Folio* - Nick Folio x f!reader.

Mother tongue* - Jolly Karlsson x bilingual f!reader.

Always a first time for everything* - Nick Folio x m!reader.

Cat & Mouse* - Matt Dierkes x f!reader.

On Display* - Nicholas Ruffilo x f!reader x Davis Rider.

Imagines

Gibson Girl - Jolly Karlsson.

[cowpokeomens]

I’m gonna PUKE because

Matt would fuck you until you’re drooling and crying and dumb oh my god it comes in stages right? Like first you’re whimpering and crying and saying it’s too much and he just slaps whatever’s nearest on your body and tells you you’re fine, then you’re bout near goddamn stupid on his cock, he’s saying “you like that, don’t you? Tell me how much you love my cock.” And all you can do is nod and slur something about loving it, to which he’s sneering and laughing at you and calling you fucking dumb, and the combination of him thrusting directly into your diaphragm with him being so mean has you drooling and pawing at him to try and get a kiss or a reassuring touch or something!!! And he’s SICK so he sees you all pliant and soft and thinks that’s his sign to fold you in half and knock you up and I can’t I can’t I can’t I need REST

[kaliforniahigh]

Request: "Matt Dierkes x wife reader smutty one shot where they get caught on the tour bus or other random places?" Thank you so much for the request!

Warnings: cursing and a steamy make out session but no actual smut (they get caught before the act)

WC: 1.6k (not proofread yet!)

Requests are closed for now.

You loved going on tour with Matt, specially since you worked together. You were a lighting engineer for the band and you met Matt when you started working for the band a couple of years back.

The attraction was instant between you and everyone could notice. The way he never got mad at you - quite the contrary, the boy always seemed to have an extra soft spot for you - and the way you always worried if he was well - tour could be pretty hectic and take a toll on your health - were a dead giveaway that something was blossoming between you.

Despite everyone rooting for you to get together, there were the people who warned you about working with your partner. They told you that it never worked, and that you would fight all the time.

But you always told them that if it ever came to it, you and Matt could separate your professional lives from your personal ones, because you were adults, after all.

Now, a couple of years later, you and Matt not only established a relationship, but you also decided to get married not too long ago. Most days it didn't even feel like working with your husband, because you just went about your routines as per usual.

It was rare that Matt got angry with anyone really, he was pretty chill overall and used to dealing with things going wrong, so you felt like nothing really affected him anymore.

Today, though, was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. First, the tour bus broke down on the road because of the cold, which made you guys late for the concert. Then, some of the sound equipment decided not to work and the panels were off and no one could figure out how to get those damn things working.

You could hear the fans outside waiting to come in and the stress of being late already and not having things ready were weighing on his shoulders. You could hear him in the distance him talking on the phone with the venue manager. Something about how the hell was he not here to help with the technical difficulties that most likely were being caused by his shitty venue.

You left him to it, and since your lighting equipment was already set up - thank god this one thing worked out tonight - you went to help the other guys. Everything seemed to plugged in in the right places and still, nothing was working. Even Noah, Jolly and the Nicks were helping at this point.

"Guys", Matt approached you all with a sigh. "The venue manager told me everything was working accordingly just a couple of days go, which is obviously bullshit", he rubbed his forehead, a clear sign of stress. You wanted to smooth out the creases yourself, but refrained from it.

"How are we gonna perform without our equipment?", Jolly asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"That's the thing, I don't think we will", Matt answered. Every band's fear was becoming a reality right before your eyes.

"Are we gonna have to cancel?", Noah voiced what everyone was thinking. Matt only nodded. "What about the fans waiting outside?"

"I'm really sorry, this is really not what I wanted to do, trust me. We could try and find another venue, but we gotta be in another city tomorrow. We might have to reimburse the people who paid for tickets for today", you could tell he was disappointed in having to do this. Matt was a problem solver kind of person, and having to deal with a problem he couldn't solve was killing him.

After a little more debate, everyone agreed that canceling was the best thing to do due to the circumstances. Noah and the guys went back to the green room talking about how they're gonna sue the venue manager.

"I'm gonna go out there and tell those people that the band they love is not performing tonight. You guys can start loading the things back in the bus", he started to turn around, but you went after him.

"Hey", you called out and he looked at you. "I'll go with you. You don't have to do this alone", you took your hand in his.

"You don't have to do this, baby. I'm used to it, it's part of the job anyways", he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

"I know that you can handle yourself. But I wanna go with regardless", he only nodded, knowing it was useless arguing with you, and you followed him outside.

The annoucement was met with complaints, angry remarks and a few crying faces. Matt knew this wasn't directed at him, but it broke his heart regardless. All these people with the hopes of having an unforgettable night would have to go back to their homes without watching Bad Omens perform.

He said sorry one more time and rushed back inside the venue. You said sorry yourself and followed him. You looked around you and saw that your lighting equipment was already being loaded back in the boxes and decided to check were Matt headed to.

You asked around and a few people told you they saw him going in the direction of the bathrooms. You made your way down the hall and knocked on the men's restoroom door, hearing him answer with a "yeah" on the other side of the door. He was probably wondering who the hell was bothering him when he was in the bathroom.

"You alone in there?" you asked him. Recognizing it was you, he opened the door and you made your way inside, closing it again behind you.

"You just ran off, I got worried about you", you told him as you took his face in your hands.

"I got so angry when I saw all those people out there, just waiting", he huffed in frustration.

"I know, baby. But this isn't your fault, and it probably won't be the last time you'll have to cancel", you tried to reason with him.

"I know, I'm just so fucking mad at that fucking venue manager who told me 'everything is working perfectly, are you sure it's not your equipment that's low quality?'", he used air quotes to tell you what the venue manager has the nerve to tell him. "He obviously ripped us off because he wasn't even here, he knows his venue is fucking shit", he spat, in anger. You waited a few seconds to say anything, just in case he needed to vent some more. But he just took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve to hear all this", he apologized, resting his hands on your hips. You let a little smile grace your lips. You knew how to make him feel better.

"It's kind of hot when you get all angry like this", you said with a low voice and a hint of playfulness. He finally cracked and smirked a little at your remark.

"Yeah? You like it, babe?", you nodded and pressed yourself closer to him. "You know, you're my silver lining in all of this, right?", he said, lips inches away from yours, eyes travelling between your eyes and lips.

"I think I don't. Will need you to show me", you teased him and in a few seconds, his lips crashed on yours, pushing you backwards with the force, your back hitting the marble countertop behind you.

The kiss was fervent, an indicator of his mood and how this bathroom rendezvous was gonna go. You both moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as he hoisted you up on the counter.

His hands traveled up your torso under your shirt and you lifted your arms for him to take it off, you skin prickling with goosebumps from the cold air.

His mouth immediatly moved to kiss your shoulders and down the valley of your brests.

"Fuck, you're everything I need right now", he hummed into your skin and you only moaned in acknowledgment.

"Take your shirt off, please", you said, voice sounding a little breathless, and he moved away from your body to peel off the layer of clothing.

"C'mere", he helped you down from the counter and turned you around, pushing your head down and making you bend your back, ass up in the air.

He kissed your spine and ran his hand over the fat of your ass, delivering a spank that made you yelp in surprise. His clothed crotch was pressed into you, and you could feel how hard he was under his pants.

He was about to yank your pants down your legs when the door swung open, both of you whipping your heads to the side, only to meet the shocked expression on Ruffilo's face.

You were still bend over the counter when you heard Matt tell him to 'get the fuck out', and Nick muttered a few apologies before closing the door behind him.

You looked at Matt through the mirror in front of you and you both started to giggle at the situation. Eventually, you stood up straight and turned around to face him. It was like Nick's entrance popped your little bubble entirely.

"Probably not the best idea to fuck in the bathroom, huh?" you asked in a teasing tone.

"That's you pushing me to make bad decisions", he smiled and gave you a peck on the lips. "As much as I loved our little almost escapade, we should probably get back out there", he stated, in a little disappointed tone.

You agreed with him and you both made your way out of the bathroom.

"We'll stay at a hotel room in the next city and then I'll make sure to bend you over the counter and fuck you good", he whispered in your ear, making you stop in your tracks, mouth agape.

He kept walking and laughed at the state he just left you.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

to all of the people who left and continue to leave this website today because they no longer feel safe here

i hope all of you are able to find and protect your peace because nothing is worth sacrificing your mental health and sanity

i wish none of you were leaving and i hope this space becomes safe again soon so you all at least have the choice to come back, even if you decide not to

my heart is hurting knowing how many of you have been personally affected by this

when i joined this community everything was focused on the same thing, which was the bad omens boys

it was light hearted and fun and it felt like such a refreshing break from all of the shit in our personal lives and now it seems that things have completely done a 180

the way certain people here choose to behave is nauseating and some of you need genuine psychiatric help if you think its okay to wish death on others and their families and children

it’s been so disheartening to watch what was once a lovely and warm space become a place full of negativity and ill will

to everyone who chooses to stay, i’m glad you’re here and i hope we can all find a way to come together and make this a space that everyone wants to be in again

i’m not afraid to express my opinion and will most likely continue to in the future, but i think i won’t say much else about this specific situation moving forward because at this point, continuing to entertain it will only hurt even more people and at some point, there simply won’t be anyone left to drive away

please everyone, try to move past this and not drag it out so we can attempt to get back to even just a small fraction of normalcy

i hope you’re all okay

[honeytama]

Make Your Move - Chapter 1

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

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A/N: Very excited to begin my first long fic! Enjoy <3 I'd love to know what you think. I have an idea of how long it will be, but maybe I’ll have more ideas as we go on.

Fic Summary: Having known Matt for a year already, he knows your talents and hires you as his assistant for Bad Omens' upcoming tour. You’ve had a crush on Matt, your friend, and now boss. However, his good friend and your celebrity crush, Noah, takes a liking to you the second you step through the door. What happens when your feelings develop? What happens when they find out? You only hope your heart doesn’t break trying to care for two others.

Content and Warnings for Ch. 1: Fluff, mention of sex toys/masturbation, all of my works are 18+ only

Word Count: 2.7k

Matt called the other day.

“Y/N, do you happen to have plans from June 3rd to July 7th?” He asked.

You remember him asking you, but at that moment you didn’t even process what he had said before responding, “Whatever you need, I’m all yours!”.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. He was cocky, overly flirtatious, and arrogant some of the time, but he had an effect on you that didn’t waver.

You wanted every moment to be around him and didn’t consider the amount of responsibility he would put on you in the upcoming months.

It’s the beginning of April and you agreed to be Matt’s assistant tour manager on Bad Omen’s summer tour. Their full tour route has already been posted online and fans could begin buying tickets by the end of the week.

Today, you have to meet with Matt and the band for the first time to discuss tour logistics. Tour production, mixing, and lighting were nothing new to you, but you'd never gone on the road before, let alone with a band you'd never met… in person, at least. You're a Bad Omens fan– big time.

Matt and you have known each other for a year having met while you were on a walk. His dog, Zeus, had got off-leash and sauntered on toward you. It was fate the way the world brought him to you. He thanked you for grabbing Zeus’ collar before noticing your Bad Omens merch.

“I like your shirt,” he nodded at your chest with a smirk.

“You're their tour manager,” you said with wide eyes.

“Among other things,” he smiled.

The man had you wrapped around his finger starting that day.

You two exchanged numbers and have been hanging out and talking ever since. It was your favorite to go on walks with him and his dogs when he was home from tour. He flirted with you and with every hand touch and compliment it made your affection for him grow. However, you knew he was a ladies' man and decided to keep your feelings secret early on.

Now, he’s your boss.

—

The walk from your car to the door of the studio felt a mile long. The beat of your heart thumped in your ears as you thought about how your first meeting would go.

Would they like you? Would you do well or make a fool of yourself? Would they notice you had a crush on Matt? Will they just think you're his puppy to play with on tour?

These thoughts made your stomach lurch and nearly convinced you to dial Matt to call in sick.

Nevertheless, you wanted to prove yourself to them, so you put on your best smile and turned the door knob.

You were immediately met with a packed room and heads turning to meet you.

“There she is!” Matt exclaims while leaning against the long mixing console. “Everyone, this is Y/N. My new assistant.”

“Hell knows you needed one,” Folio gets up from the couch on the side of the room and goes to shake your hand.

“I’m Nick,” he points to another guy in the corner in a rolly chair, “he’s Nick, too. So, it’s ok for you to call me Folio.”

Nick, Nicholas Ruffilo as you know him, gives you a smile and a small wave before returning to his laptop screen.

“That’s Jolly,” Folio points to a rugged man sitting on the rug on the floor next to the coffee table.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he smiles.

“And this is Noah,” Folio walks over to Noah and pats his shoulder.

“Hey,” he waves.

How can he be even hotter in person? You thought.

Being a fan of the band already, you had already attached their names to their faces, and Noah’s was your favorite. You thought he was attractive and started to develop a bit of a celebrity crush on him when you discovered the band, but once Matt came into the picture you thought it best to ogle over someone tangible. Now, Noah is really in front of you and you hope your fan feelings won’t make things complicated.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m such a fan,” you say, professionally.

“Oh! You’re a fan! Matt, you picked a good one,” Folio grins.

You make your way across the room toward Matt to hug him. You couldn’t help feeling eyes on you from the direction of the couch, but your conscience convinces you to ignore it.

Matt embraces you before telling you to take a seat in the rolly chair beside him.

“Alright, my friends,” he claps. “Now that we’re all here, we have a lot to do. Y/N, I sent you our to-do list, mind getting that out for me?” Matt nods toward the laptop in your tote bag.

“You’re already giving orders? It’s day zero,” Nick whines.

“Treat her like an equal, man,” Noah is lighthearted, but his face says “Don’t do this right now”.

“Guys, I’m kidding,” Matt groans and pulls out his phone. “Ok, so we need to source crew, talk to management about who else is on the bill, create video wall graphics, arrange a setlist, mix intros for each track in the setlist… plus lots and lots of other shit.”

You smile across the room to Noah and mouth, “Thank you”.

He winks at you before looking down at his notebook and beginning to take note of Matt’s list.

Matt continues, “Noah, do you want to finalize the setlist? We can work on some other stuff while you get that done.”

“Actually,” he raises his head from his notebook to make eye contact with you, “I would love to have Y/N’s opinion on what I have so far.” He faces Matt, “She’s a fan and it would be nice to have some insight from someone else who enjoys our music.”

“I like that idea,” Matt agrees.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” you say excitedly. Time to prove yourself, you thought.

“Sweet,” Noah says. He gets up from the couch with his notebook and pen in hand. “We can go out to the patio,” he nods his head at the back door of the studio.

You grab your tote and fix your outfit before following Noah to the door that he so chivalrously holds open for you.

“After you,” he smiles. “Let’s take a seat on the bench.”

The atmosphere completely changes as you can hear birds chirping and cars driving down the nearby highway. The back patio is covered with a finished, wooden awning and it faces a small yard with deep green grass and vines that trail up the fence surrounding the studio. Being here with Noah, alone, it felt like a dream.

You take a seat next to Noah with around two feet in between you. Your heart flutters watching him flip through the pages of his notebook as his hair falls into his eyes.

“There it is,” he announces as he tucks his hair behind his ear, only for it to fall again to his temple.

Noah hands you his notebook and on the open page is a list of songs. Some of them are scratched out and then rewritten, while others have question marks next to them.

“I hope you can read my handwriting,” he says sheepishly.

“I like your handwriting,” you smile, hoping to ease him. Why was he nervous? You thought.

You read aloud,

“Artificial Suicide,

Nowhere to Go,

V.A.N,

Glass Houses,

The Grey,

Never Know,

Limits,

IDWT$,

Like a Villain,

Just Pretend,

The Death of Piece of Mind,

Concrete Jungle,

and Dethrone.”

“This is perfect,” you gush. “The fans will love this show. I know I will.”

Your praise earns you a toothy smile from him. “Are you sure there is nothing you would change? You can be critical. I can take it,” he leans in urging you to say anything.

“You–,” you blush, “you forgot to add my favorite song.”

“What’s your favorite?” He’s still so close to you, yearning to hang onto every word you say.

You reach across his lap to pull the pen out of his hand. His gaze follows your hand to his notebook. The pen is brought to the page of setlist ideas and at the very bottom, you scribble If I’m There.

Noah laughs and rubs the tops of his thighs. “Really?”

Taken aback by his reaction, “‘Yes! What do you mean, ‘really’?”

“Hey,” he smiles with his hands up, “it’s a great song. I know the fans love it…” He holds up his forefinger, “But, one, we haven’t played it live in forever.” He holds two fingers to you and laughs, “Two, you put it as the third encore after Dethrone.”

You laugh along with him. “Fine, no If I’m There for the fans I guess,” you tease. “I just was thinking about when you and Jolly did an acoustic live stream during quarantine and played it. The song means a lot to me and your voice sounds amazing in it, of course,” you admit.

Noah bites his lip and fixes a steady gaze on your eyes. “Thank you, that means a lot. Maybe you’ll share with me what it means to you sometime?”

“Sure,” you nod.

“How about, when we’re on the road and you’re feeling down,” he looks off to the yard, “you say the word and I’ll play the song for you.”

“Just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“Why?”

“I want to sing it again; the song means a lot to me, too,” he looks to you.

–

“Matt,” you call out, “am I going to be feeling down when we're on the road?”

It was now almost two months later and the first show of the summer is in two days. This morning, Matt is over at your apartment helping you pack for your first tour trip. You have to leave to meet everyone at the tour bus to pack everything up and head out by noon.

“Feeling down,” he pauses, “like, sad? Where’d you hear that?” He comes out of your restroom with your travel bottles and extra toiletries in his arms.

“It was a passing comment that Noah made when we first met. I’ve been thinking about it ever since,” you look down at your suitcase on the bed.

“I’m sure he didn't mean to freak you out. But,” he opens up your mini bag to set everything inside, “yeah, it can get lonely.”

“Aw, you get lonely?” you tease. “Then, I’m glad I’ll have my best friend on the road with me,” you smile at him.

“Yeah, me too,” he smiles back at you, “Noah and I are going to be hanging out a lot.”

“Fuck off”, you flick the brim of his hat. Letting out a sigh, you ask, “Do you think I have everything I need?”

“Lemme see…” He hunches over your suitcase and rummages through the piles of clothes. It’s a minute later that you realize that he’s probably putting his hands all over your underwear. “Y/N.”

“What?” You ask. He’s still hunched over, unwavering. “Matt, what is it?” You repeat urgently.

“What are– Why do you have these?” He turns around to you holding your palm-sized vibrator in his left hand and your pink, five-inch dildo in his right.

“Matt!” You reach forward trying to grab them, but he pulls back. “Oh, my God!”

“You can’t bring these!” He yells waving around your personal items.

“I can do whatever I want! Give them back!” Your cheeks feel red hot as you try to reach for your things being held above his head.

He looks down at you with fire in his maple eyes. “You’re going to be staying on the bus with us. When did you think you were going to use these?” He laughs, and you hate it when he’s right. Honestly, you questioned why you even bothered to pack them, too.

“None of your business, Matt,” you huff letting your arms down, defeated. “I just thought, like, what if we got hotel rooms at some point during the tour and I could blow off some steam.”

“And, you thought that you’d get a room to yourself?” Matt laughs, annoyingly. He hands you the toys and you throw them into the bag in frustration.

“I have to room with you boys the entire month?” You whine. “How am I supposed to change my clothes?”

“You’ll have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I don't mind if you change in front of me,” Matt smirks.

“You would like that, huh?” You jab.

“Y/N, watching you change would be my favorite show; better than any Bad Omens set, and I’m great at my job,” he taunts.

“You’re gross,” you scoff.

“You love me,” Matt relaxes on your bed.

He’s right, you think.

–

The sun was out again outside of the studio. You reminisce about spending time with Noah on the patio two months ago, and there were only a couple of days you spent alone time with him since then. Each time, you try to brush off the sense of guilt you have when Noah looks at you with his almond eyes; Matt is still unaware of the celebrity crush you had on his friend. Even though Matt isn't yours, you still liked and knew him first and it made it feel wrong to give Noah the attention you did.

Though, there’s no time to focus on that now. Today is your first official day of being Matt’s assistant and assistant tour manager for Bad Omens.

You met everyone: crew, the other touring band, Bad Omens, and Matt outside of the studio where the tour trailers and buses were parked. With your suitcase by your side, you kept track of everything on your iPad. You instructed where everyone was meant to be by the first show day and took inventory of all gear kept in the trailers.

And then after forty-five minutes of organization, everyone was ready to load onto the buses.

“Alright,” Matt calls out, “crew and our other band, you'll be in the first bus. My guys and Y/N, we’ll be in the second. Decide on your sleeping arrangements. Let’s go.”

“You ready?” Folio comes to your side.

“Yeah, I’m excited,” you answer.

With that, you load onto the second bus, and you’re astonished at the sight before you.

The bus is long. There’s a kitchenette with cabinets as you enter and a TV hanging above the entrance of the bus. After the kitchenette, the bus is lined with smooth, black leather couches and one small table for dining. There's a sliding door that separates the bunks from the rest of the bus; six beds total, two sides of the bus set with three bunks on top of each other. After the bunks, there is another sliding door that can block off a room with a leather couch that lines the walls of the bus. The back is decorated with pillows and twinkly lights from which you can see.

“Y/N, take your pick of bunk. I’ll sleep near wherever you choose.” Matt suggests.

You choose the second bunk on the right side of the bus. Matt chooses to sleep above you and Folio follows suit below you. As everyone is settling in, Noah trails in last.

He’s left with the second bunk on the left side of the bus, right across from you.

“Hey, neighbor,” he smiles as he puts his backpack in his bunk.

“Noah,” you blush while unpacking your blanket, pillow, and plushies onto the bed.

Matt finishes unpacking his sleeping gear and leans against the wall to address all of you, “Now that we’re back, I just need to remind everyone about the rules of the bus.”

Nick groans from his bunk near the floor.

“Well, actually, y'all know there’s only one rule,” Matt maintains eye contact with you. “No pleasuring oneself or another on the bus.”

Oh, my God, you think.

"I hate you", you silently mouth to Matt.

Beside you, Noah chuckles and crosses his arms. Turning to look at him, his cheeks are pink.

Did Matt fucking tell him something? You thought.

Matt raises his eyebrows at you. “Driver! Let’s roll.”