#matt dierkes x ofc

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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!

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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.”

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Matt Dierkes

Warnings Key:

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Blurbs/ Head-Cannons/ Drabbles

@amourtoken :

roommates/ cheating on bf w matt (justified) 🌹

Oneshots

@circle-with-me :

‘summer’s in the air, heaven’s in your eyes’ 🥀🌹🪻

@withcrossesandframes :

‘Just For Tonight’ 🌹

Period Sex 🌹

@honeytama :

‘Across The Fence’ 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘you live in my dream state’ 🥀🪻🌹

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

‘friday night, movie night’🪻

@concretejunglefm :

‘Plaything’ 🌹

[flowery-mess]

Matt Dierkes - headcannons

Matt filling for your drummer [singer reader]

Matt dating flower lover

[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:

tba

Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

tba

Other Pairings:

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

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[honeytama]

I’ll Take You On

Matt Dierkes x Musician!Fem!Reader

A/N: A little one shot based off a thought I had the other day. I cleaned it up and included it in the fic. Also, tysm to @exitwoundsx for matching my freak and sharing her Matt thoughts with me to make this!

Summary: Matt physically defends you from a nasty group of men at your impromptu meet and greet. The sight turns you on, and he notices. He can’t help but give you exactly what you want.

Content and Warnings: Some sfw and smut 18+, physical altercation, sexting, masturbation, use of “daddy”, oral (receiving), fingering, raw p in v, creampie, Matt being insufferable ofc

Word Count: 2.4k

You’re touring with your band alongside Bad Omens. After a show one night, you decide to stay outside behind the venue to talk with fans and take pictures.

Matt happens to be off to the side watching you laugh and smile with a bunch of people wearing your merch. He’s so proud of you and he loves the way you throw your head back in laughter at some of the things fans say to you, but he would never admit that.

It’s fun for everyone until a small group of guys approach you. You’re sweet to them, as always, believing they just wanted a pictures, but they start to flirt, get handsy, and they won’t let go of your wrist.

Matt watches you grow more uncomfortable and rushes to you after he hears, “We paid so much money to be here, you could at least give us your number… or a good time,” come out of one of the guys mouths.

“The fuck did you just say? Get the fuck away from her before I beat your fucking ass,” Matt asserts.

You step back in surprise and watch as Matt shoves the loser in the chest causing the him to stumble against his friends. The guy’s friends push Matt back until he loses it and starts throwing punches to their cheekbones.

Honestly, it turns you on watching him fight for you, but your thrills aren’t worth him getting arrested.

“Matty, c’mon!” You put your hands on his shoulders to pull him out. He finds your face and sees you’re okay before backing out of the fight with you. He wraps his arm around your waist, leading you onto your tour bus.

“Damn, Matt, you’re like my own personal bodyguard,” you laugh, coming down from your adrenaline rush.

Matt shows off by flexing his biceps for you, “Anything for you, Y/N. Just say the word. I haven’t got to use these in a hot minute.”

Fuck, your eyes get wide and you look away to hide the hot blush that creeps up your neck to your cheeks.

“Welp, goodnight, Matty,” you rush to the back of the bus to get ready for bed.

“Don’t call me that,” he points at you before heading toward the door.

A feeling causes him to stop in his tracks and linger. He turns to you and catches the moment you pull your pants down your legs thinking he’s already left.

Blood rushes to his cock and he saves the view of your thighs and ass for later. Matt leaves quietly with you none the wiser.

—

Later that night in your bunk, you’re unable to sleep and your phone buzzes in your hand as you scroll through Twitter.

Matt’s name pops up at the top of your screen with the message, Attachment: 1 Image.

Excited at the thought of talking with him after tonight, you quickly open his message and are met with a surprise.

I thought you might appreciate this, Matt texts.

A selfie. Him, shirtless, in his underwear in the mirror of the Bad Omens tour bus… flexing his biceps and chest just for you. Matt’s dark eyes make direct contact with the camera.

Your eyes trail down his chest to his groin and you can’t but zoom in to the prominent dick print in his gray underwear.

You startle when he sends another text, almost right away.

See you in the morning.

Oh, fuck, you think.

You lie there in bed for what feels like an eternity just thinking about why he sent this to you.

Do you compliment him? Should you send him something back? Is he mocking you for ogling him earlier? Is he already asleep and it didn’t matter what you did, anyway?

You calm yourself before peaking out of the curtain of your bunk to check on the rest of your band. The coast is clear as everyone is fast asleep.

Facing your phone camera to your chest, you adjust the neckline of your tank top to expose the tops of your breasts and push them in as much as possible with your biceps. The flash of your phone goes off and you're left with a glorious picture of your cleavage.

You send him the picture immediately, knowing you’d back out of it if you thought about it anymore.

Your chest is so hot. Do you like mine? You text.

You wait… and wait. Your breath hitches when the three dots pop up on your screen to signify him responding.

Take it off, and then I’ll let you know, he texts.

You bite your lip and your hand mindlessly makes it to your nipple to roll it in between your fingers.

Fuck it.

You clumsily sit up in your bunk to pull your tank off of your torso. With your tits now bare and nipples peaking from the bus’ chilled air conditioning, you lie back down and ready your camera again.

You hit send.

You follow directions well, huh? Nice tits, he sends back.

He sends you two other photos.

The first one is a picture of him in his bunk, still in his underwear, but with his hand wrapping tight around his clothed, hard shaft. The second is a photo of the same hand underneath the front of his underwear grabbing himself.

You liked that I stuck up for you earlier tonight. Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, Matt messages.

You throw your phone to the side and yank your pajama shorts down to your ankles. Your hands trail down your chest to your pubic mound as you spread your legs. Your fingers press languid circles on your clit over your panties. You point your phone at your fingers dipping underneath to your clit and the photo captures the prominent wet spot forming on your underwear.

Perfect.

Mhm, thank you for protecting my pussy from those scary boys. Very Daddy of you, you teasingly send with your photo.

You wait some more, slightly proud of yourself that he might be writhing in his bed fifty feet away from you.

You gulp at his next response.

A video. The thumbnail is his cock in his right hand and his cotton briefs pulled down just enough for his dick to be released.

You press play and the video overtakes the surface of your screen. Matt’s pink tip is slick with his arousal. He strokes himself and with every stroke, his precum makes a clicking sound in his hand.

“Y/N, oh, fuck,” he moans, “That pussy is fucking mine.”

You’re bold for moaning my name out loud, you text back.

Nobody’s here. They got a hotel for the night and I’m watching the bus. Come over, he responds.

Should you? You think.

Now, he sends it right after.

You leave the rest of your clothes in your bed, get down from your bunk, and grab your silk robe that hangs on the bathroom door.

You tiptoe through the bus to not wake the others and you put on your slippers before rushing out into the alleyway.

It was a short wait at the Bad Omens’ tour bus door. Matt opened it for you and pulled you in quickly before pulling the door closed and locking it.

You two stood in their tour bus in silence in front of one another; both of you vulnerable in just a simple garment. His boxer briefs and your robe.

Matt steps toward you and puts his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into your first kiss with him. He’s rough, but you gradually meet his pace. He pokes his tongue through your lips to test the water and you meet his tongue amicably. You step forward between his legs and grind on this thigh that’s between yours.

“Why have you never said you liked me?” You ask in between kisses.

“Who says I like you?” He groans.

Matt’s hands explore your body for the first time. They travel under the curve of your ass, down your back, to your hips and breasts, again, and again. Until his hands come to the front of your robe to undo its bow tie.

He pulls away to watch your robe fall off your shoulders into a puddle on the floor.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers before falling to his knees in front of you. He switches his hat backward before dipping his face to your core. “You keep it wet just for me?”

That stupid hat is still on, you think, you hate to admit that you loved that quirk about him.

Matt lifts your leg over his shoulder and you grab his head for balance.

“Matt, oh, God!” You throw your head back and moan.

He attaches his lips to your clit; he sucks and also takes the time to give your clit meticulous circles with his tongue. His open hand is brought to your pussy lips, rubbing your arousal around before dipping into your cunt with two fingers. You adjust to them quickly and he uses a come hither motion while pumping in and out of you.

The sound of your moans and pussy squelching fills the dark, empty bus. You attempt to grind on his face, but he holds your hips in place.

He looks up at you through his eyelashes. “Don’t drip on my floors, Y/N,” he asserts.

“Matt,” you moaned his name with furrowed brows. You despised how much you liked him, yet all you wanted was to follow his instructions.

Suddenly, Matt pulls away and stands. You whine from being left empty and he silences you with a kiss. His hands attach themselves to your hips and gradually push you to the black leather couch on the side of the bus.

You sit and are met with the sight of the tent made by Matt's hard cock in his briefs.

“I would have you suck me off but, what I want…” he brings his waistband down and his dick springs out, “Is to fuck you until I’m all you can think about.”

You nod, “I want you so bad.”

“Good,” he smiles. He leans over and presses you onto the couch with a passionate kiss. Matt folds your legs to your chest and holds your thighs down with his hands.

Matt rubs his cock in between your folds repeatedly, only slightly entering his tip into your hole with each pass.

“Matt, no more teasing,” you breathe out.

“What did you call me earlier, Y/N?” He tilts his head tauntingly.

“What?” You ask, dizzy from his hard tip passing back and forth over your clit.

Oh, you think, Fuck him.

“Tell me who’s pussy this is,” He commands.

You moan before responding, “Yours, Daddy.”

How did you find yourself in this situation? You think.

“Good girl,” he smiles while pressing his length into you. With the position you’re in, he takes long, balls-deep strokes, but not as fast as you would like.

“Fuck me, please,” you moan.

“Oh? You want more?” He taunts, again.

“Yes, please,” you whine. “I need your cock, Daddy,”

He grants your wish and presses your legs deeper into your breasts while continuing with faster thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping your cunt bounces off the walls of the bus.

You chant “please” and “thank you” and “fuck”, so much that your throat becomes dry.

“This pussy is mine, all mine,” Matt moans. “No other man is fortunate enough to have you.”

You recall earlier that night when he fought the group of men that were tormenting you. Slowly, you realize that his actions were not him being chivalrous, but that he just wanted you all to himself.

Tears well up in your eyes at how good his cock feels against your walls. His tip hits the most perfect spot inside each time he plunges into you.

“I want you to cum so badly, Daddy, please keep going,” you cry.

Matt pauses and gives you a dark look. He allows his cock to exit before asking, “Where should my cum go?”

You smile up at him and pat the entrance to your pussy with your open hand, “Here.”

He smiles proudly and your heart melts as his eyes’ crow’s feet show in the moonlight.

He presses into you again and continues to please you, happily. The squelching of his cock pressing your arousal into your cunt gets louder and you realize your time to cum is near, too.

“Cum on my dick, Y/N,” Matt notices, too.

“Ooo, yes, Daddy,” you moan while making direct eye contact with him. The rush of your orgasm flows over you and mentally you thank him for his cock in ecstasy.

With you, he spills his full load into your pussy. He writhes and yells out your name with his release.

You feel the heat from his cum gradually overtaking your insides. You whine when he finally withdraws from you and watch as he gives a few last pumps to his cock to get every last drop of his cum onto your weeping hole.

“Hold still,” he turns his hat back to its regular position and quickly goes toward his bunk. You lie there on your back with his cum deep inside of you.

He returns soon after with his phone in his hand. He stands in front of you with his phone pointed at your used pussy.

Realizing his plan, you bite your lip and push out as much of his load out of you. You hear it drip onto the polished hardwood of the bus.

Matt, with wide eyes, snaps a flash photo of your creampie.

“So fucking cute,” he grunts. “But, God, damn it, I told you not to drip on my floors,” he laughs.

“Oh, fuck off, Matty,” you blush and close your legs.

—

The afternoon after your late-night tryst with Matt, your band is performing a sound check for that night’s show.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you stop playing your guitar to answer it.

Again, it was a text, from Matt.

Attachment: 1 Image.

You open it mindlessly, but immediately hug your phone to your chest after reading his message.

It was the photo of your filled, sopping cunt. His cum oozing out of your hole.

He texts you, Missing this. Let’s do it again soon.

Your phone buzzes again, Also, you sound great. Or is that just me being great at what I do?

You look up from your phone over to the sound deck across the floor.

Matt smirks teasingly with his phone in his hand.

You give him an annoyed look and roll your eyes.

He sends one last message, I meant in bed by the way. When you're moaning on my dick :-)

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she's a silver lining - girl!noah x matt dierkes

warnings: swearing, oral sex (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

masterlist | read: little remedy (girl!noah x layla (ofc) | taglist sign-up

She counts the money again. They can barely afford to pay the venue fees, there’s no way that they can pay Matt and get dinner for everyone. 

“What are we doing about that?” Nick asks, “We have to pay him somehow.”

“I’ll figure something out.” Noah mutters in reply. 

Nick won’t like the idea that’s forming in her head. But she knows Matt, she knows how his brain works, and she knows that there’s one thing that she never gave him while they were hooking up. 

“Noah.” Nick warns. 

“Come on.” She swats his arm, “Have a little faith in me. I’ll just tell him that he’ll get a little extra at the end and that’s it.”

She can tell that Nick is shaking his head as she walks away, and in a way she gets it. Nick worries — maybe rightfully so.

Noah finds Matt at the back of the venue loading their gear into the trailer with Jolly and Folio. 

She gets his attention quite easily, Matt has never been very good at saying no to her. 

“Listen, we might have to decide between dinner and paying you tonight and — I know this sucks, and you’ll get paid in full, you will. Maybe I can do something else for you.” She suddenly feels a little ridiculous. 

It all sounded so much better in her head. 

“Should have known that, so that’s on me.” Matt replies with a bitter laugh, “Whatcha gonna do? Let me fuck you again?”

Noah swallows the urge to punch him right then and there. 

“I thought that I could blow you, but if you wanna settle for that.” She trails off as Matt flushes so brightly. 

She can practically watch him short circuit in real time. 

“Whatever you want.” She tries her best to sound nonchalant about it, but the flustered expression on Matt's face makes it all so hard. 

Knowing that she affects him like this is a little dizzying. Noah doesn’t see herself as someone people are attracted to. She’s tall, stick thin, with barely any chest to speak of. They’d called her a twig for the longest time. The tattoos help, but she still doesn’t think that she measures up to the girls these boys usually fawn over. In that way, Matt has always been rather helpful. 

“No — no, that’s fine. I — when is this happening?” It’s endearing how hard he’s trying to sound unaffected. 

“Just stay back when the others are getting dinner.” She says, brushing past him to catch up with the other two. 

Her quick departure only partially serves this little one-sided game she’s playing with Matt. Her own resolve wavers too quickly, and if she isn’t careful, Matt will see how unsure she is about all of this. And she absolutely cannot have that happen. 

The diner they find is acceptable, and Noah spends about five minutes dissecting her burger and stealing fries off Nick's plate before she announces that she’s not that hungry after all and that she’ll take her burger back to Matt. He’d previously said that he’d stay with the van just to be safe. She snaps a picture of Matt dozed off in the driver's seat before she smacks her hand against the window. 

He jumps, clearly disoriented, and flips her off as soon as he realises who the culprit is. 

Noah motions to the backseat before she rounds around the van to meet him there. 

“Brought you a burger.” She tosses the thing towards him, and Matt already has it in front of his face when she interjects, “I’m not making out with you if you taste like burger.”

As quickly as he was ready to dig in, the burger was deposited on the driver's seat for later. Noah scoots closer to him. They’ve done this before, so she doesn’t know why he’s so awfully nervous. Instead of letting him suffer for much longer, she pulls him in for a kiss. He eases up a little when she threads her hand into his hair. She’s never known Matt to be this nervous. Every time they’d met like this he’d been so sure of himself, and now he trembles like a leaf beneath her hand. 

Noah presses her hand against his crotch, feeling for his already half hard cock. Matt groans against her lips. 

“Been thinking about this?” She asks. 

He nods, looking a little meek. 

“Yea? Have you been thinking about me on my knees for you? Did that get you hard like this?”

She doesn’t know what has gotten into her tonight. 

The sound Matt makes forces a grin onto her face. She doesn’t feel mean enough to tease him for much longer. And really, she can’t wait to get her mouth on him. She never got to do that when they’d hooked up previously. It’s always been rushed with them, and Noah knows that they won’t have a lot of tonight either. She slides down onto the floor of the van and immediately gets to work on getting his jeans undone. Matt struggles out of them, shoving them down to his ankles, while Noah shrugs off her sweatshirt. 

She likes the size of him, big enough to satiate her, but not so big that she’d struggle with it. He sighs so prettily when she wraps her hand around him. He’s leaking so much by the time, she drags the tip of her tongue across the head. Above her, Matt makes a strangled little noise. In a way, she regrets doing this here, with so little time. The sounds Matt already gives make her want to draw it out, see what else she can draw from him. 

Noah only looks up at him when she takes him into her mouth. 

“Oh — oh fuck.” He groans, letting his head fall back against the headrest, “Noah.”

She loves the way he moans her name. His voice always breaks off towards the end of it, and it makes her feel as if he’s putty in her hands. 

Especially with this. Noah knows that she has a few good tricks up her sleeve, and not just because Nick let her try herself out on him a few times. 

She sinks lower on him, now eager to hear how pretty he’ll sound when he spills across her tongue. Matt’s hands are placed firmly on his thighs and really, she can’t have that. Noah places one of his hands on the back of her head. 

“Come on Matt. You know I’m not made of glass.” She can’t help but roll her eyes at how hesitant he is today. 

Usually he has no issue putting her through the mattress. This is unprecedented. Matt is never this gentle with her. His hand closes a little hesitantly, and Noah takes that as a sign to get back to work. She doubles down on her efforts, taking as much as she can of him into her mouth. 

She can’t quite take all of him, but she gets the reaction she’d hoped for. Matt’s grip on her hair suddenly tightens. She moans around him, letting her eyes fall shut. Matt’s quiet swears above spur her on, and Noah doubles down on her efforts. She pushes through the uncomfortable feeling to swallow down more of him. 

The longer she works him like this, the more she becomes sure that Matt doesn’t know what he’s doing at all. And it tracks with how flustered he was earlier. She hadn’t really considered this to be an option. In her head, Matt had seen and done most things already. Suddenly, she feels a little bit bad for having to rush him like this. 

Noah pulls off him again, but keeps working him with her hand. She makes a little bit of a show of it, moaning when she drags her tongue up the length of his cock. That seems to give him a little more confidence to direct her back down. 

“F-fuck Noah.” He groans, “Can you — can you take all of it again?” 

He lets out another beautifully startled moan when she takes most of him in one go. She places her hand on top of his, that still rests on the back of her head. Noah looks up at him when she shows him that it’s okay for him to hold her down. Matt finally gives a little pressure and Noah can’t hold the moan that bubbles from her. He does it again, and she feels him twitch against her tongue. 

The sounds that come from him now are bordering on desperate, and she’s sure that he must be so very close by now. She moans around his length and in return, Matt whines. Another bop of her head later, his hand tightens painfully, and she feels his cum spill across her tongue. 

Noah works him through it until his expression turns somewhat pained. She pulls off his cock, drawing in a deep breath to settle herself. Matt’s head is tipped back against the headrest, eyes pressed shut so tightly. He runs a hand across his face, letting out a quiet groan. Noah remains on her knees for a moment longer, just quietly watching Matt. When she eventually comes to sit next to him, Matt still doesn’t look at her. 

“Matt?” she asks, bringing her hand to the top of his still bare thigh. 

It’s surprisingly tender in comparison to their previous meetings. But Noah thinks that she needs to give him a little bit of that tenderness right now. 

“Matt, can you look at me?”

When he does, there’s an odd mix of emotions on his face.

“This was your first one, wasn’t it?” She asks, all she gets is a hesitant nod,  “Should have said something. Could have waited for a better moment.” 

“I’m by no mean against this happening again, but I liked it.” 

Noah thinks that he almost looks a little bashful then, and it makes her feel all warm and twisty inside. Her feelings for Matt are, for the most part, friendly, she knows that she’s not immune to a pretty boy getting flustered. 

She swats his shoulder in return, “Don’t get greedy now. We’ll see about that, but you should probably get dressed though. Can’t be long until the rest get back, and I don’t exactly want to explain this.”

Matt gives a curt nod.

Noah watches as he gets dressed. Maybe she should have waited to do this until they were staying in a motel again because now she finds herself aching for what he’d normally give her. 

The rest of their group returns, just as Matt reaches across the driver’s seat for the by now stale burger. Their chatter quickly drowns out the remains of the moment her and Matt had shared just then, and maybe that’s for the best. She doesn’t need to deal with any of this. Before long, Nick has slid into the backseat next to her. He tosses a somewhat messed up chocolate bar into her lap before dropping his head to her shoulder.

They’re barely out of the parking lot when Noah starts to feel herself being overtaken by the exhaustion of the day. She’ll deal with this on a different day when she doesn’t feel so awfully exhausted.

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[spicywhenspeaking]

hi friends :) welcome 🪄💖

I'm Michelle <3 I'm 29, an Aries, ramen fanatic, fangirl and average fan fiction writer.

I'm so happy to meet you! :) listen while you’re here ❤️

if you like

Bad Omens (my fics) (fic recommendations)

Jujutsu Kaisen (moodboards) & many other Anime’s!

Baldurs Gate 3 (moodboards)

Avatar The Last Airbender (moodboards)

Teen Wolf >o<

Marvel

ACOTAR & Crescent City & Throne Of Glass

The Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing/Iron Flame)

Star Wars

we should be friends :)

REQUESTS ARE closed :) moodboards/fics instagram templates

WIPS

If I'm There -> It's a RPF fanfiction (pls don’t engage if you’re a haterrr) Noah Sebastian and an original female character, Natalie.

Star-Crossed Connection -> RPF fanfiction with Nick Folio and OFC Seraphina Holloway! Fake dating AU

let me know if you'd like to be tagged in anything :)

coming soon…

A Soldier’s Redemption -> Bucky Barnes x OFC (hurt / comfort)

Part 2 Katara x Aang fic -> Angst w/ new OFC

part one here

Everything Has A Price -> Matt Dierkes Rivals to Lovers fic

Sneak peak

utitled Sterek Smut

xoxoxox

can you please watch these guys for me?

[thatchickwiththecamera]

BAD OMENS M.C.

Created by @thatchickwiththecamera

Summary: When Charlie Parker witnesses a high-stakes deal gone wrong between the notorious Bad Omens M.C. and a rival organization, her life takes a dramatic turn. Now a target, she is forced to seek out protection only the club can provide and is introduced to the gritty, high-octane world of the SoCal criminal underground.

ALL IMAGES CREATED BY ME. PLEASE GIVE PROPER CREDIT IF YOU REPOST.

BAD OMENS M.C. | Coming Soon

Nick Folio - President

Noah Sebastian - Vice President

Nicholas Ruffilo - Sergeant at Arms

Jolly Karlsson - Secretary/Treasurer & Intl. Liaison

Matt Dierkes - Intelligence Officer

Jesse Cash - Vice President of ERRA MC

[circle-with-me]

Poll Update:

i appreciate everyone participating in the poll! i got a lot of feedback and it’s nice knowing what y’all are interested in. i can’t promise when or if i’ll get to everyone but it gives me a good idea of what direction to go into.

Will Ramos and Folio were tied for the top pick. Followed by Matt Dierkes.

My requests are currently closed but if you have anything you’re interested in seeing with those three in particular, feel free to send me an ask!

WIP update:

Here are some upcoming fics I have in the drafts (not in any kind of order):

Homesick - Vinny Mauro x G/N Reader (fluff/smut)

Crawl - Jolly Karlsson x fem!reader

Tempt With Hours of Pleasure - Noah Sebastian x fem!reader x Jolly Karlsson

Little Bird (prequel to Legs) - Jesse Cash x fem!reader

Beautiful Stranger Ricky x Tattoo Artist OFC (Lottie) (request)

[thatchickwiththecamera]

WIPS:

WDYWFM? (Noah Sebastian x OFC): Tyler is a member of the Bad Omens media team and a series of pranks on the European leg of the Concrete Forever tour leads to some tension and discovered feelings. Currently working on Part 2.

Five Stages (Noah Sebastian x Reader): Request prompt.

Untitled (Matt Dierkes x Reader): Request prompt.

Bookmarked (Jesse Cash x OFC): Working title and will probably change.

Playing: Lore Corner (for WDYWFM?), 3x3 for all, and Moodboard Mania for all.

No pressure tags: @spicywhenspeaking @thefallennightmare or whoever wants to play.

FERN'S WIP WEEKEND GAMES

Hey y'all! Let's force each other to work on our WIPs, even if it's just to talk about them or think about them!

EACH WIP WEEKEND RUNS FROM FRIDAY 5PM UTC-5 TO SUNDAY 11:59PM UTC-5

To participate, reblog with up to 5 filenames of your WIPs, and also which games you want to participate in this weekend (example at the bottom of this post).

Each game is basically replying to asks about your WIPs in different ways! For that reason, please make sure to search the reblogs to find other players - send them an ask, keep the game going, force each other to work on their WIPs!

If you see this, you are invited to play, even if you weren't tagged!

There are 3 different games. You can play all of them, or only the ones you like best:

1) Three by Threes: The OG WIP Wednesday game. For each filename you receive in your ask box, reply to the ask with 3 NEW sentences on that WIP. Then, send 3 asks to other WIP Weekend players!

2) Lore Corner: Answer questions about your WIP. It can be anything from headcanons to backstory that you have for your WIP that don't even make it into the fic. Askers - get creative with your questions! (If you are playing Lore Corner, please give a single-sentence description of each of your WiPs so askers have some context)

3) Moodboard Mania: Make a moodboard for your WIP! Askers can also specify a moment or a character-specific moodboard relating to your WIP so that you're not making the same moodboard over and over.

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I'm not playing this weekend, however if you sent in asks last weekend I will be getting through those <3

Tagging @throughwoodsanddirt @the-way-of-words @cowpokeomens @blessedwithabadomen @poppy-in-the-woods and anyone else who wants to play!

[flowery-mess]

Noah dating hardworking girl

I feel like Noah is also hardworking person, hard on himself

But I also feel like now he knows more how to handle it, when to take a break and focus on his well being

So I think he would let you do your thing for a while, keeping his eye on you, and would step in when he'd feel like you're getting yourself wrecked

You recently started a new job which was hard

Noah was supportive while you were looking for it, going for interviews, getting rejected but also getting offers

But you both knew the hard part will yet to come

When you made a decision and chose one of the offers you got, wave of anxiety replaced the joy in your body quickly

You're an introvert, so the biggest scare was your new colleagues

"It's an open office Noah, everyone will look at me, at the new girl."

"Everyone is going to hear me asking questions or when I'll do something wrong."

"Oh and what about a lunch break? I will be eating it at my desk to avoid weird interactions."

"Calm down love, open office is great, you'll meet everyone quickly. You will be learning new job, it's okay to make mistakes and I'm sure they know it. And I can stop by for your lunch break, your office is pretty close to our house and the warehouse is also close. I can bring you lunch everyday if it makes it easier for you."

Conversations like this would be everyday occurence until the day before your first day in a new job

You were silent, not a word apart from 'good morning'

Noah would get simple nods or 'mhm' as response, but he knew you, so he didn't push you

Through the day you'd lost your apetite and didn't eat dinner, because you 'didn't feel like it'

When you were falling asleep Noah held you in his arms, talking you to sleep with encouraging words

Breakfast was also a big no, because you felt sick from the nerves

That was when Noah started getting a bit worried, but still understood it's because of the stress

But when it continued like this for another week Noah would not accept it anymore

You have been cold to him since your first day, spending more time than neccesary in the office and taking your work to home also, saying you need to learn everything asap, staying up until late hours and he hated what you turned yourself into

So one day when you came back from work, late again, he sat you down and you two talked

You both shared your feelings, you broke down a little, but he was there for you

Noah wasn't angry, he let you get it all out, cuddling you through the breakdown

You agreed that you'll start leaving your work exactly when your office hours end, not a minute more, then you two will spend time together or alone, but doing something else than work, and then after dinner you could be learning things for work for some short time

This change actually helped you a lot, both mentaly and physicaly

You felt more confident at work, you made some friends there and you also started eating frequently again, so you felt better

Noah would keep his promise to visit you during your lunch break few times a week, sometimes bringing the boys too

He liked getting to know your work space

He would let you rant about your new friends you made and the gossip you you just recently found out

He'd be more than happy to go shopping with you for new work outfits

And nothing would make him happier than seeing you find joy and friends in this new environment that you were so scared od

"Why are you smiling like that?" you'd ask one day when Noah would come to eat lunch with you

"Like what?"

"Like that." you'd point to his cheeks

"I'm just happy you're happy love, after the rough starts."

"Thank you Noah, for being there for me."

[deathblacksmoke]

18+ MDNI. Fic requests closed.

tag list sign-up | dividers: cafekitsune 🩷

general tag | blurbs & short fics

nick ruffilo disguised in your sheets take my body instead the solemn hypnotic together in this brand new dream you got light in your eyes

noah sebastian you’ve got a pretty way about you fresh feeling sink into your sunlight love is a gentle thing

nick folio the crazier i came let's get swallowed whole you're my summer babe carry me back to your bed

jolly karlsson i’m buzzing at the thought the unbearable weight of tenderness and i want you for all time

matt dierkes too sweet if not for you

verse: aphid noah sebastian x nick ruffilo aphid attraction take me as you please

verse: euclid nick ruffilo x f!reader x noah sebastian masterpost

series: dramamine (complete) noah sebastian x nick ruffilo masterpost spotify playlist

series: cyanide (incomplete, on hiatus) nick ruffilo x ofc shaun one | two

series: this modern love (incomplete, on hiatus) nick folio x ofc natalia/nat one

[flowery-mess]

Noah dating skatergirl

To be honest skatergirl aesthetic fits me with Noah a lot

You know, wearing dark colors, punk clothes and the cool vibe together, but in your own ways

Can you imagine telling him you have stickers on your skateboard with things you love and one day he'd see Bad omens sticker on there?

He'd tease you about it, but you'd try to play it cool

But maybe later that day you'd tell him you love him for the first time

I'm sure he'd go all the way to get sticker with your name and then put it on his skateboard to return the gesture

I'm sure going skateboarding together would be Noah's comfort time from all the fame and spotlight

Just the two of you, riding your boards, sometimes in silence, sometimes catching up on everything

Your favorite would be going for a ride when the sun sets, riding slowly along the beach while holding hands

When you'd join the boys on tour, you two would make sure to take your skateboards with you

That means lots of cute little dates including exploring the cities with Noah, just late night skating through the streets

I don't know if Noah can skate, but can you imagine all the laughs while trying to teach him

He'd instantly fall in love with your patience and passion

It would become one of Noah's favorite activities quickly

But before he learned how to skate properly, there would be scratches and falls

But then cleaning his wounds in the bathroom, standing between his legs would lead to other very nice things, if you know what I mean😉

And don't even get me started on if you'd have a kid together, baby boy let's say

Because that boy would be placed on skateboard on the day he was born

Literally, the rest of the boys would buy him little skateboard and bring it to you on their first visit

And then the skateboarding dates would turn into family dates

And suddenly something that was only your hobby before, would be a family thing that all of you would love to do together

[flowery-mess]

REQUESTS FOR IMAGINES ARE OPEN!

Soo, I got inspired by @silentglassbreak . She opened her requests for the „delulu fantasies“ about the BO boys a while ago, she’s posting them now and I’m loving it! GO and check them out!

I’d like to do something similar, which basically means I’m opening my inbox for requests lol.

I love very specific and unique requests that you’re sending me for hcs with moodboards, but lately I’ve been missing writing full fics, but I struggle with my own ideas and plots. So, with your help, I think I could get something done and posted!

My rules are here, my masterlist is here, so you can check out what I published so far.

As mentioned earlier, I love to receive detailed requests, everything you want me to include, some details about you that you’d like me to add in the story, your favorite pet name that you’d like me to use, specific location, time of the year, ANYTHING that comes to your mind.

Don’t be afraid to send long request, that’s more things I can work with, which is always appreciated by me! But you can also give me freehand on the ending, the outcome or whatever.

Don’t forget to mention who are you requesting for, linking the list of men I write for here.

Feedback and requests are something that I wish to have, to keep going and to give me motivation to write more, so just know, your feedback on my work is always appreciated, so I can be a better writer.

That’s it, opening my inbox now💗

[thatchickwiththecamera]

The Band Director | A Matt Dierkes One Shot

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x OFC

It was the last professional development day before the first day of school and rumors about the newest member of the arts program were already spreading like wildfire.

Emma Clarke wasn’t one for gossip, usually keeping to herself in her orchestra classroom tucked away in one corner of the fine arts wing. But from what she heard, the new guy seemed like he matched everything opposite of what her boss usually sought out in a new hire. 

Mike Roberts, the old band director, had retired after commanding the band program at Westbrook High for over twenty years. The old man had become like a father figure to Emma when she was first hired almost five years earlier as a bright eyed rookie teacher and helped her revitalize the school’s otherwise subpar strings program. 

This new guy was inheriting one of the most highly decorated band programs in the tri-state area and she was worried he was going to possibly tarnish that legacy. 

Tara Parker, the choir director and Emma’s best friend, plopped down in the chair next to her. A wide smile on her face. 

"Are you ready for the first day?” She asked. “Faculty members have already started taking bets on how long it’ll take before the new guy goes crazy."

Emma chuckled, though not without a trace of concern. 

“Did Humphries sip one too many Pina Colada while he and Missy were in Cancun this summer?”

Tara raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, I was surprised when I heard too – new guy isn't his usual sweater vest and khakis type"

"No kidding," Emma muttered. 

"Hey, if you ask me – it's long overdue. And who knows maybe he’s cute?," Tara teased with a wink. 

Emma just rolled her eyes in response and returned to scanning her meeting notes. 

“Good Morning, Bobcats!” said Peter Humphries, the principal of Westbrook High.  

“Before we begin I’d like to introduce our newest faculty member,” he said, his voice carrying through the room. “Let’s welcome Matt Dierkes, our new band director. Matt’s joining us all the way from Texas this year, and we’re excited to have him on board.”

Emma raised an eyebrow as Matt stepped up. He was tall with a mess of light brown hair that fell a little past his shoulders. He wore a black Slipknot t-shirt, loose fitting pants, and a pair of crisp Nike sneakers.

He looked like a student compared to Peter who stood next to him in his pressed khakis, white oxford shirt and perfectly knotted bowtie. 

He gave a slight, almost awkward wave to the room. 

“Hey everyone,” Matt said, his tone casual but with a quiet confidence that didn’t quite match his laid-back appearance. “I’m Matt. Looking forward to working with you all.”

Humphries smiled and motioned to Emma. 

“Matt, why don’t you sit next to Emma here. She’s our orchestra director, and you two will be working closely together.”

Matt turned toward Emma, offering a nod. 

"Nice to meet you."

Emma offered a polite smile. 

“Likewise,” she said coolly, though she couldn’t help the faint sense of skepticism she felt creeping in. 

Professionalism, she reminded herself. Be professional.

The rest of the meeting passed without incident, but Emma couldn’t shake the impression that working with Matt wasn’t going to be anything like working with Mike had been. His laid-back demeanor, his reluctance to dive into details about his approach to teaching, didn’t sit well with her.

Matt had a casual, carefree approach to teaching that Emma found annoying at first. He didn’t enforce the same strict structure that Emma did in her orchestra classroom.

Instead, he leaned into the rebellious spirit of his students, letting them play what they wanted, when they wanted, as long as they showed up and did their best.

Emma, on the other hand, ran a tight ship—every note had a place, every bow stroke was deliberate. If she heard a wrong note in rehearsal, you could be sure she'd address it immediately.

As the year went on, the tension between Emma and Matt only grew. They were polite, yes, but their conversations were stiff, like the occasional meeting of two competing generals on a battlefield. It wasn’t long before the war began. . 

The first strike was simple enough: an air horn duct taped under the chair on the conductor’s podium in the orchestra room. Not exactly a masterpiece, but certainly a message. Matt had been in his office and let out a chuckle when he heard the horn sound across the hallway. 

It didn’t take long for her to get her revenge.

The next day, she arrived early to school equipped with multiple rolls of colored and patterned duct tape. She quickly got to work. She spent nearly thirty minutes carefully covering his office door, effectively taping it shut, leaving no way for him to get in without cutting through the thick brightly colored patch of tape. The satisfaction of hearing Matt’s muffled curses from across the hall when he arrived was all Emma needed.

But the response was swift. 

By the end of the week, Matt had placed a dozen small plastic spiders in the various instrument cases in the storage room. They weren’t big, and most of the kids thought they were funny, but Emma’s skin crawled every time spotted another one upon opening a case.  

The worst part? She couldn’t even stay mad. Despite her annoyance, she started to admire his creativity. And maybe even his persistence.

But the battle was far from over.

A few weeks later, when the students were out of the band room performing at the local elementary school, she made her next move. 

It wasn’t anything elaborate—just a simple switcheroo. 

She replaced Matt’s prized vinyl collection on his desk with an assortment of Disney soundtracks. Placing the Frozen soundtrack on the platter and positioning the needle so it was ready to play the second he turned it on with the volume turned all the way up. She laughed as she heard Idina Menzel’s voice belting “Let It Go” from across the hall. 

It was on. 

A few weeks later, after a long rehearsal in the theater, Emma walked into her orchestra classroom to find her office completely covered in aluminum foil. The edges of the desk were neatly folded, the shiny surface gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Even her violin case and its contents were individually wrapped. 

“Dierkes,” Emma muttered to herself as she got busy unwrapping her desk like a present, balling up the foil and tossing it into the trash. 

As she finished unwrapping the cake of rosin and returning it to its compartment, she moved to unwrap her bow. But discovered that it had been replaced by a pair of Vic Firth drumsticks taped together at the ends. 

Underneath her violin was a note that read: “You better tune up, or we’re going to turn you into a percussionist.”

“I swear to God,” Emma muttered.

A few weeks later Matt walked out of school and paused in the parking lot. The view before him made him throw his head back and laughed.

Emma had chosen his car as the next target. 

She had covered it. Every inch. With sticky notes. Thousands of them, of various colors, stacked layer by layer, until his car looked like a giant, colorful post-it note collage. 

“Alright, Clarke. It's on!” he said as he began the process of removing the colorful paper so he could drive home. 

Meanwhile, Tara Parker quietly observed the war from her little neutral corner of the fine arts wing. She found herself amused at how the prank war was slowly starting to reflect a deeper rivalry. But she also noticed something else. Emma, in all her frustration, would often come to her after these pranks with a strange light in her eyes—a mixture of exasperation and, dare she say, attraction?

"I just don’t get it," Emma said one afternoon, venting after the latest prank. "He thinks it’s funny. But it’s disrespectful—and he’s so irritating."

Tara smirked. 

"You know what they say—there’s a thin line between love and hate."

Emma glared at her. 

"I’m not even going to entertain that with a response."

"Oh, come on, you two are totally flirting." Tara exclaimed. 

Emma crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. 

"I’m not flirting with him, Tara. I’m trying to maintain some professional boundaries."

"Sure you are, Em." Tara grinned. "Sure you are."

As the prank war continued to escalate, the students in both the orchestra and the band began to notice. They watched, listened, and observed how their teachers interacted—or rather, how they didn’t interact.

While Emma and Matt seemed to be locked in a perpetual battle of wits and tricks, there was an undeniable tension in the air. It wasn’t just rivalry. It was something else. 

And the students knew it. 

“Honestly, it’s like they’re meant to be. I’m just waiting for them to kiss and make up already.” a trombone player named Caleb stated. 

“Kiss? Seriously?” replied a violinist named Mia. 

Caleb shrugged, grinning. 

“You don’t see it? The way they look at each other when they think no one’s watching? It’s so obvious.”

Mia didn’t know if she believed it, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was truth in what Caleb said. 

There was something in the way Miss Clarke’s eyes flickered when Mr. Dierkes pulled off a prank—or the way he seemed to linger near the orchestra room door, just to get a glimpse of her reaction. 

Mia, Caleb, and a few other students from both programs decided it was time to stop waiting for their teachers to figure it out on their own. They were going to play matchmaker whether Ms. Clarke or Mr. Dierkes liked it or not.

The night of the spring concert had arrived, and the auditorium was buzzing with excitement. The orchestra and band students were backstage, finalizing their preparations for the big show.

Emma stood in the wings, reviewing her notes for the final piece, her nerves humming with the familiar thrill of performance. But even as her students filed in for their warm-up, her attention kept drifting toward Matt who stood talking to some of his students at the back of the theater. 

It was impossible not to. After months of subtle pranks, sharp words, and the unspoken tension between them, something had shifted. There was no denying it anymore. She was drawn to him.

Every glance, every challenge, every word between them had built to this moment. But neither of them had acknowledged it—until now.

“You two really need to figure this out already!”

She jumped at the sound of Tara’s voice as she appeared next to her.

“Jesus! I need to put a bell on you!” Emma shot her a glare. “What do you mean ‘figure it out’? We’re colleagues.”

“Right and I’m Maria Callas about to perform at the Met,” Tara jokingly proclaimed, stepping away with a wink that left Emma fuming—and, strangely, flustered.

As the orchestra and band were getting ready backstage, Mia and Caleb exchanged a look. 

The plan was in motion.

Just as the students were leaving the stage following warmups, Emma found herself unexpectedly pulled aside by Tara, who told her that there was trouble brewing between some students in the band room. 

With a sigh, Emma reluctantly let herself be herded down the hall. 

As Emma rounded the corner she found the door to the band room wide open, a few students loitering just outside.

“They’re in there!” stated Mia frantically pointing inside. 

She hurried inside ready to intervene in whatever scuffle she was going to find but her concern turned to confusion when she discovered that no one was there. 

Then, the door slammed shut behind her.

“Wait—” Emma called out, but it was too late.

The lock clicked.

“Are you serious!?” Emma spun around, realizing that the door was locked. 

“This isn’t funny guys!” She called out, but no one answered. 

She pressed her ear to the door and heard nothing but muffled whispers and laughter.

“What happened?” Matt asked, emerging from his office. 

“They locked us in here,” she replied, voice rising in frustration. “This is ridiculous!”

“It's exactly what you need!” yelled a muffled voice from outside. 

The voice belonged to Tara. 

“Now I’m going to go and handle the students while y'all have a nice chat!”

“Un-fucking-believeable!” she exclaimed before pounding on the door again. 

She stopped when she heard laughter coming from the man behind her.  

“Looks like our students have been conspiring against us and they recruited Parker too.” Matt chuckled softly, his gaze scanning her face. 

She gave him a puzzled look. 

Matt crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, a sly grin playing on his lips. 

“You heard me. Mia, Caleb, the rest of them—they’re the ones who locked us in here.”

“And Tara helped,” she sighed. 

“Oh yeah,” Matt confirmed. “Some of my students aren’t exactly quiet talkers. They have this half brained idea that we’re perfect for each other.” 

“Right”, Emma rolled her eyes.

Matt said nothing, instead taking a step closer. 

She cut her eyes at him as she took a step back. 

He took another step toward her, his eyes gleaming with that same playful mischief that had driven her insane all year. 

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” she whispered, her pulse quickening as her back connected with the cool cinder block wall. 

“You’re the one who’s been avoiding me for the past week,” Matt said, his gaze dropping to her lips. “I’m just giving you a chance to make up your mind.”

Emma took a shaky breath, chin raised defiantly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dierkes.”

“Come on. You’ve felt it too. The tension, the attraction. It’s been there from the start, hasn’t it?” 

She opened her mouth to argue but couldn’t find the words. There was something about the way he was looking at her now, with that vulnerability in his eyes, that made her heart race.

Before she could even process what was happening, he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers. Emma’s breath hitched, and her body seemed to betray her, drawn toward him as if she had no control over it. The tension that had been building between them, the unspoken connection, was suddenly undeniable.

“Matt…” she murmured, her voice trembling with the weight of everything unsaid.

And then, as if all the walls between them had finally collapsed, he kissed her.

It was slow at first, tentative, but then the kiss deepened, and all of Emma’s reservations melted away. She didn’t care that they were coworkers. She didn’t care that it was reckless. All she knew was that Matt Dierkes had broken through every wall she had built around herself.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Matt leaned his forehead against hers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I think they were right,” he said, his voice low. “We are pretty perfect for each other.”

Emma shook her head, still dazed from the kiss. 

“You’re impossible,” she whispered, but there was no denying the smile that crept across her face.

“Yeah, but you like it,” he replied with a wink.

A beat passed before Matt’s grin turned mischievous. 

“So, Miss Clarke… what’s next? You gonna launch a counterattack?”

She smirked, shaking her head. “I think I’ve found a new strategy.”

“Yeah?” Matt leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “What’s that?”

She met his gaze, her voice low but confident. “Truce?.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really,” Emma replied, the teasing glint in her eyes unmistakable. "For today."

With that, he leaned in to kiss her again. 

They separated as they heard the door unlock with a click and turned to see the figure of Tara Parker slip inside the door. Her hand covering her eyes. 

“Yall Decent!?” She asked jokingly before taking a peek through her fingers and the image of the two of them in an embrace brought a smile to her face. 

“Finally! Took you two long enough.” She glanced at Matt, then back at Emma. “So, are you two going to just keep pretending you hate each other, or...?”

“We…are going to have a little chat later!,” Emma grumbled at her best friend, but there was no real heat in her words. 

The frustration, the fight—it all seemed so trivial now. She glanced at Matt again, a warmth spreading through her chest as she caught him looking back at her.

"Hey," Tara said, throwing her hands up defensively. "I’m just trying to help the kids. Someone had to push you two together. You were never going to do it yourself."

Emma couldn’t help but laugh, the sound still a little nervous but light. 

“Maybe you’re right. But next time, try a little less...kidnap and confinement-ey.”

Tara laughed, raising her hands in mock surrender. “In my defense that was the kids idea, I just found the keys and did the locking and supervising” 

Tara, still grinning like the mischievous instigator she was, stepped back toward the door. 

“I’ll let you two enjoy your… victory. Don’t take too long though we still have a concert to get through.”

As the door shut behind her, Emma and Matt stood together in the silence that followed, the lingering electricity between them unmistakable.

“So,” Matt said, his voice suddenly quieter, more serious, “what happens now?”

Emma looked up at him, her thoughts tumbling in her mind. She’d spent so much time resisting this—resisting him. And yet, now that they were on the other side of the pranks, the games, and the tension, she could feel something shifting in her chest. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly—fear, excitement, uncertainty—but she knew one thing for sure: she liked this feeling and didn’t want it to end.

“I don’t know,” she said softly, meeting his gaze with a new kind of openness. “But I’m pretty sure we’ll figure it out.”

Matt smiled, a little more vulnerable than before, his hand brushing against hers for a brief, almost tentative moment. “Good,” he said, his voice low. “Because you already know I don’t give up that easily.” 

[darksigns-exe]

one-shots

Here you can find all (un)connected one-shots. This is RPF, read at your own discretion. Minors DNI.

Specific warnings can be found on each post.

✦ = smut ❦ = fluff ☾ = angst

➻ secret prompt list fics

girl!noah au:

✦ she's a silver lining | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Matt Dierkes | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ little remedy | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Layla(OFC) | Word Count: 4.4k

noah sebastian:

✦ devour me | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.2k

✦ together: noah sebastian | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader |Word Count: 2.2k

✦ the great escape | Pairing: Noah Sebastian | Word Count: 1.5k

☾ dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 5.9k

❦ anywhere with you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 1.1k

✦ a thousand flowers could bloom | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ the manic rhapsody | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 595

❦ i'll be yours and you'll be... | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader | Word Count: 447

❦ whatever the sun will always sing is you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.1k

✦ sudden desire | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.7k

☾❦✦ a prayer to venus | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Maya (OFC) | Word Count: 21k

nick folio:

❦ 38. i want to see you | Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader | Word Count: 699

nicholas ruffilo:

❦ i need you so much closer | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader | Word Count: 632

jolly karlsson:

❦ make me safe | Pairing: dad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 633

✦ gentle impulsion | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader | Word Count: 597

❦ find me here where i belong | Pairing: stepdad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 585

darius therani:

✦ the kind of love i've been dreamin' of | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 2.5k

✦ heaven in your skin | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 3k

✦ dream like a butterfly | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8K

✦ like some kind of heaven | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 505

matt dierkes:

✦ you live in my dream state | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x f!reader | Word Count: 1.3k

❦ to be alone with you | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 516

jolly x nick (x f!reader):

✦ you help me lose my mind | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 4.1K

✦ it’s just you and me now | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson | Word Count: 3.2k