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thefallennightmare · 1 month

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For You? Never-Matt Dierkes

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Pairings: Matt Dierkes x Reader

Warnings: just pure fluff, a smidge of smut talk.

Summary: A cute moment where you try to surprise Matt with something only to find out he's always two steps ahead of you.

Authors Note: Enjoy this little drabble about a dream I had the other night! I really love writing Matt so there will be more in the future, besides the one-shot I've got planned.

Tags: @thescarlettvvitch @burning-outx @concreteemo @artificialbreezy @klutzy-kay24 @itarisblog @cookiesupplier

I have to tell Matt this.

Pushing my way through the crowds of people, I took the stairs up to the rooftop garden two steps at a time, trying to get to Matt before something else took his attention away. I knew he was busy setting up for the small acoustic show that Bad Omens was putting on tonight but he needed to know what I just found on my phone.

There was a small raccoon sanctuary place a few blocks from here that allowed small group tours. With our off day tomorrow, I knew that he would be all for this idea. It’d been so long since only the two of us went out together, especially while out on the road working.

Once I stepped onto the rooftop, the cool autumn air made me pull Matt’s sweater closer to me as I looked through the busy bodies running around setting up for the show. When my eyes landed on him, I felt my heart jump into my throat at the sight of him.

His typical hat was covering his face as he bent over the sound desk, working on a new softer mix for tonight's show. I could see the muscles strain under his shirt, memories of last night fluttering to my mind knowing that the fabric was hiding the scratches down the entire length of his back.

“Matt,” I snuck underneath his arm to wrap myself around him. “I have to tell you something.”

If it was anyone else interrupting his work, they’d be on the receiving end of a glare and a typical Thotblaster comment but for me, those hard eyes softened as he cupped my cheek.

“Where’d you run off to?” Matt asked after pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I helped Noah set up the merch table downstairs. But I have to tell you something,” I said while gripping the front of his shirt.

“Oh did you see the new design for the Hell I Overcame sweater? I know you love Greek Mythology so I reached out to the guy who drew it,” Matt brushed away a few loose strands of hair from my face.

“No not that,” I chewed my lip. “Well, yes. I do love that design. I already told Noah to keep one to the side for me. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. I know you’re busy.”

“For others, yes,” he pressed a kiss to my lips. “For you? Never.”

Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist I deepened our kiss for another long beat before pulling away, breathless. Two years together and Matt still managed to make me breathless with every kiss.

“So you know how we have an off day tomorrow?” I started.

The sounds of everyone setting up for the show faltered beneath us, only Matt and I existed as he stared at me with fondness in his eyes.

“There’s this raccoon sanctuary a few blocks from here. I thought maybe we could make a day of it. Get dinner afterward. Maybe see a movie? I don’t know, I just thought that it would be good for us to take a break away from everyone for a few hours.”

I rambled on when I noticed Matt didn’t say anything, simply stared at me and lifted my chin with a finger to brush his lips over mine again.

“I’m two steps ahead of you, sweetheart,” he muttered against them.

“You planned this already? Why did you let me ramble on then?” I gazed up through my lashes while sneaking my hands underneath his shirt, softly scratching at his warm skin.

Matt shrugged and gently pressed me against the sound desk behind me. “You’re cute when you ramble. The way your mouth moves, your eyes shine with excitement, and the way your teeth bite your bottom lip.”

I could feel his cock twitch underneath his joggers when he pressed his hips against me and knew he was also thinking about last night. It was a quick but quiet fuck in his bunk on the bus since everyone was asleep. His hand was covering my mouth as he fucked me with such fever it made my head spin; my nails against his skin were the only outlet for my screams when I finally came.

“Matt,” I breathed. “There’s people around.”

He hummed into the crook of my neck, breathing me in. “I’ve got a couple of minutes until the show starts. Maybe we can sneak onto the bus again? No one’s there so you can be as loud as you want.”

With a giggle, I patted his chest to give us some space, but not before kissing his jaw.

“Later,” I promised.

Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, Matt pulled me into his chest to show me his laptop.

“Any guess what song I’m working on?”

I shrugged while wrapping an arm around his midsection again. “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

“Two years together and you still don’t understand my mixes,” Matt tsked while clicking his tongue against his teeth.

I pinched his side. “Sorry, I was preoccupied with being your assistant for the first six months. Your good looks distracted me from paying attention to anything you said.”

“And my charm?” He smiled wide with a wink.

“Sure,” I joked while stepping away from him, knowing I had to head back down to help finish setting up the merch table.

I made it two steps before Matt wrapped his arms around me again, this time my stomach to pull me into his chest.

“Matt,” I giggled when his fingers softly dug into my stomach. “I have to go help finish setting up.”

I felt him shake his head behind me before resting his chin on top of my head.

“Nope, you’re staying here with me. I want to officially show you what I do.”

With a content sigh, I eased into his embrace as he went through everything he did as the front-of-house manager for Bad Omens and all the other varieties of mixes for each song. All the while, I gazed up at him over my shoulder with a fond smile.

The sight of him was breathtaking. He looked so intense as he rambled on about things I didn’t understand with the view of the skyline behind him, the flowers and plants that lined the edge of the rooftop paled in comparison to his eternal glow that always captivated me.

“I love you,” I proclaimed.

Matt paused talking about the kind of equipment he used to cup my cheek, laying a firm and fiery kiss upon my awaiting lips.

“I love you too.”

#matt dierkes #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens cult

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deathblacksmoke · 1 month

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too sweet

pairing: matt dierkes x f!reader

cw: fluffy little drabble — cuties in love, bordering on so fluffy i might pass out about it, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of rough sex

word count: ~900

author's note: needed matt fluff, wrote matt fluff 🩷

It feels a little possessive, the way he slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush against his side.

He’s always a little arrogant and you love that about him. There’s a bit of softness that it seems is reserved for you and you only — a quick temper when he snaps at one person or another, but always tender when he turns his attention back to you, eyes sparkling and smile wide, ready to take your hand in his again.

His face is painted with a smug expression when you look over at him — he’s so gorgeous, and as you study him, it occurs to you that the possessive nature of his hold is probably something closer to pride.

It matches your own. You love being his.

Whatever this thing is between the two of you, it’s still so fresh. Your skin still heats everywhere he touches you, your heart still races, and you wonder if it will ever stop feeling like that.

You take a moment to wonder distantly when he’ll ask you. It feels like such a big scary thing, but you want it. You feel so at peace, here with him, where he sees you and listens to you. He flies you out, shirks his responsibilities for the afternoon so he can be the one to pick you up from the airport with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He makes you feel special.

He moves so quickly from bossing the guys around to glancing over to you, expression softening, hand raising in a small wave. You melt for him, watching the show from the balcony behind his booth. The best spot in the house — you can watch him work.

He spends his entire off day letting you drag him around a city he’s been to a thousand times, letting you stop him time and time again to take his picture. You want your photo library full of him, to look at when he’s gone from you. He never complains, not about you.

You want him to ask.

You’re taken out of your thoughts just in time to watch the moment he catches you staring, his smile widening as he pulls you closer, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his tone playful.

“Nothing,” you respond, too quickly to be believable but he doesn’t push it. You lean your head against his shoulder, getting as close to him as possible, pleased to have the conversation another time.

You know him well enough by now to know that a switch has flipped in him, too.

You aren’t used to it like this — blanketing your body, whispering soft and sweet praises in your ear as he rocks gently into you. There isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching, which isn’t out of the ordinary—

But what you’re used to is different, on your belly for him with him draped across your back, or gripping your hips so tight there are bruises that stay for weeks, head shoved into the pillow and filth spewed at you. And you love it like that, the way it juxtaposes itself with how sweetly he treats you in the moments leading up to it and the moments following. The way he’s always too sweet for you even when he’s calling you names and turning your cheeks a ruddy red.

It feels different this time, as he has your hands in his grasp above your head not to restrain you, but to hold them. To keep you close. He lets out the smallest gasp when you lace your fingers through his, placing breathless kisses to your lips.

It’s bliss.

Bliss when he slides his hand between your bodies, the angle awkward for him with how he refuses to put any more space between you than is absolutely necessary but managing to pull your orgasm from you as expertly as he always does.

He looks at you like he’s in love, a look you’ve never known as well as right now — you don’t know what to do with that, as he’s draping himself over you again and placing kiss after kiss all over your face before spilling inside of you with a whimper.

“Fuck—” he groans. “I fucking love you.”

And your head swims.

You consider not bringing it up, letting him clean you up with such care, not speaking a word. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing, and you can be okay with that.

But as he gathers you into his arms, face pressing into your hair and inhaling, you have to ask.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him, feeling suddenly shy and uncertain. You’re so scared he’ll say no, feeling your hands trembling before he takes them in his and turns you to face him.

His face says it all, but he just nods, seeming shy and uncertain himself.

“Couldn’t ask me to be your girlfriend first?” you inquire, mostly a joke although you can’t help but find his order of operations amusing. He always has been a little unorthodox.

“I thought that was implied,” he shrugs, making you laugh at him. “Isn’t it?”

Thinking back through every moment you’ve spent with him, all the time he’s spent treating you so nice and making you feel so loved, while you spent it wondering when he’d finally ask you.

He’s been yours all along.

You nod, settling back comfortably into his embrace. “I love you too.”

tagging: @concretenoah @circle-with-me @darksigns-exe @ladyveronikawrites @throwingmetothelions @baddestomens @thatchickwiththecamera @abiomens @lma1986

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

#matt dierkes fic #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes rpf #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #matt dierkes x f!reader #deathblacksmoke works

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collapsedglasshouses · 26 days

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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 APRIL 3 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

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

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

Nick Folio x OC/Reader:

✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens

✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke

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]

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

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thcfountain · 2 months

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anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"

banner credit. to be added to my tag list.

Matt Dierkes x ace afab!reader. She/her pronouns. Fluff. 2,850 words.

tag list: @to-be-written @th4t-em0-k1d @cheyyyr @somewhere-diamond @ravieisunhinged @blackveilomens @sprokat @jilliemiw86

“Bryan is down for the count,” Noah announces and then he shrugs and adds, “well he's down for at least a week.” Their friend and on tour photographer and caught a nasty bug somewhere along the line, halfway into tour and the band was equal parts worried as well as wondering what they would do next.

“We don't need a photographer for the next few shows, right?” Folio asks, trying his best to be helpful.

“We could just ask y/n,” adds Matt in a tone that was way too nonchalant for the exchange of looks the band gave each other at his suggestion. “She does tour photography and she's really good,” he continues, pushing the idea of his friend, you, filling in for a bit.

The band cast knowing glances at each other - it didn't matter how often Matt referred to you as just his friend or how much he convinced himself it was true, they were all waiting for the moment that he inevitably realized that he was ass over heels in love with you. It hadn't happened yet, obviously, but they knew it was coming soon and the prospect of you joining them on tour for a short time would surely help him realize his true feelings.

Of course, you were almost as bad as Matt was. It was clear to the band that you had feelings for Matt too, but you didn't act on them, probably because you couldn't see that he liked you back.

“Well,” Noah says, looking at his bandmates for confirmation, “alright. Have her meet us at the next venue if she agrees and make sure you purchase her plane tickets,” Noah adds on.

Of course you agreed. There was no chance that you would have ever denied Matt something, especially if he needed you. Sure it wasn't just Matt who needed you, but it was Matt that mattered. You met the band at the venue, as per Noah, and rolled your suitcase towards their van, your camera back slung over your shoulder.

“You made it,” Matt greets you, taking your suitcase without being asked and pulling it onto the bus. “You get the bunk under mine, Noah made sure we made you space,” he gestures to the bunk in question and gives you a smile. “Right now we're starting to load gear into the venue.”

There's a moment of silence as you two get caught up in staring into each other's eyes, each of you searching for the right thing to say next. He wanted to mention how happy he was that you had come and you wanted to tell him how excited you were to work with him but somehow neither of you managed to speak.

“No fucking on the bus, that was your own rule, Matt,” the sound of Noah's voice breaks the silence as he pops his head in and both you and Matt go red in the cheeks as you both blush. “Come help us load, some of this gear is front of house after all.”

You both jumped to action, immediately going to load gear and constantly bumping into each other while giggling about it.

“$20 that we catch them fucking,” Folio pipes up as he, Jolly, and Ruffilo watch you and Matt giggling at each other and constantly finding ways to bump into or touch one another.

Jolly shakes his head. “She's ace, remember? So $20 that we catch them making out at most.”

“No way,” Ruffilo shakes his head. “They're both too dumb to realize they're in love.”

“Bets on,” replies Folio. “If you we win you owe us both $20 and dinner.”

“I'll take that bet,” Ruffilo agrees.

You are nothing but professional as the concert rages on. You move across the stage and sidelines with ease, taking shot after shot of the band and the crowd. As always, Noah knows how to hype up his fans, how to make them scream in excitement or shout so loud that people outside surely wonder what the fuck is going on. You grab a bunch of shots, knowing that many of them will end up looking super cool for their collective social medias. When the concert is over, you immediately go to help load gear back up into the bus.

A hand brushes your own, both of you grabbing the handle of a case at the same time and you look up into Matt's eyes and laugh. “Sorry, it's all yours if you wanna load it out,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think it's the last bit that needs to be loaded back up.”

Matt's hand remains atop your own on the handle and he can't help the way that you make him smile and he's convinced himself that he doesn't feel those flutter of butterfly wings in his gut when you give him your attention. The very idea that someone as kind and beautiful as you could like him, the self proclaimed Hater King, just didn't compute in his mind. Here you were, a million ways different then him just in the very nature you had to be soft and kind when he prides himself on being a hater, on being mean when it was called for. In his mind, your very friendship was probably created out of kindness alone.

“I've got it,” he answers after a short moment, finally letting your hand free from where it was trapped between his hand and the handle. “You can go ahead and head back to the bus.”

When Matt finally made his way onto the bus, he was ready to crash. His days were pretty go, go, go since he was tour manager for such a successful band and so it went past his head when he crawled into his bunk that a few people were missing.

You, Folio, and Davis had wandered off in search of a quick, nearby place to grab food for yourselves and luckily the venue wasn't too far from a little restaurant that was open late, seeming to carry more towards the late night hungry drunks or people with the munchies after a show. Food had been purchased and the three of you began your journey back to the bus.

“So what's up with you and Matt?” Davis asks, ignoring the glances Folio was suddenly giving him because he was unaware of the earlier bet that had been placed. “You two are cute together.”

For the second time that day, your cheeks brighten, flooding with warmth. “I don't know what you mean,” you say quickly, avoiding Davis’ eyes. “He's my best friend, that's all.”

A disbelieving sound comes out of Davis and Folio cuts him off before he can even speak. “You and Matt should just make out and then go from there!” The idea was absolutely biased on his bet with Jolly and Ruffilo, which you didn't know, so all you could do was let your jaw drop open as you stare at him.

“Ignore him,” Davis says, patting your shoulder as the bus comes into view. “He's suffering from dumbass-itis.”

You scurry onto the bus, fleeing the conversation and head straight to Matt's bunk.

He wakes up a little annoyed when his curtain is pulled back, flooding light into his face but then his stomach growls as he catches the scent of food and his eyes land on you.

“Here, I got your favorite,” you tell him, holding up the pastic bag full of Styrofoam and plastic containers of food that you had purchased for him. His heart does a little sommersault in his chest as he hops out of the bunk and takes the food you offered. “Should we eat together?”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, letting you lead him to the sitting area in the back of the bus. Some of the band sits back there, doing their own thing, others are already crammed into their bunks. “This smells amazing, but I might just be starving,” Matt states as the two of you huddle together and begin opening up containers of food.

It's like you're both suddenly in a world of your own as you pass food to each other, sharing without asking as you settle into a comfortable atmosphere. The two of you are at ease with each other, an ease that had grown over years of friendship.

“Try this,” you say, holding up the fork to Matt's mouth, wanting to share how good the food you ordered for yourself was.

There's no hesitation or question, he leans forward, fully trusting you, and lets you feed him with your fork. “Oh, that's to die for,” he agrees before cracking open a Dr Pepper, handing it to you for you to take the first sip.

You're both so lost in your world together that neither of you even notice the way you're watched by the band. The knowing looks they share with one another, as if to say it's only a matter of time before you and Matt stumble upon each other's true feelings. In the meantime, you two sit and giggle together, literally feeding each other bites of food and sharing Dr Peppers. (Were you literally anyone else, Matt would have bit your fingers off for even looking at his Dr Pepper.)

It was also no real surprise to the band when the two of you retired to Matt's bunk to watch anime together, only to end up falling asleep in each other's arms.

“We're this close to winning the bet,” says Jolly upon the discovery that you and Matt were snuggled up together in his bunk, fast asleep.

Noah runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and away from his face. “What bet?” He asks, stealing Ruffilo's hair brush and sticking out his tongue before running it through his short hair. “Maybe I want in.”

“We're betting against Ruffilo that Matt and y/n get caught making out,” Jolly replies.

Folio laughs. “I added the whole crew to a group chat for taking bets about this.” He waves his phone a little and Noah laughs.

“Add me to Nicholas’ side. These two are dumbasses,” Noah decides.

Your time with the band passes quickly. You spend your days working, taking photos and helping load and unload gear or pitching in a hand in different places where it's needed. Teamwork was important on tour and you were definitely a team player. After leaving the venue at night, you and Matt would take turns being the one to pick up and buy dinner for each other, followed by falling asleep in his bunk while watching anime. It was a comfortable routine, one in which you had reminded yourself over and over again, was a routine definitely made by friends. Because surely, Matt was probably interested in someone who just wasn't you…. right?

Nevertheless, with Bryan returning, you found everyone in both the band and crew acting strange. A little… antsy, you supposed. Except for Ruffilo and Noah, who seemed to be overly excited, though you really weren't sure why.

You stood outside the bus, waiting for an uber to come pick you up and take you to the airport. It felt a little bittersweet to return home.

Matt stood with you, holding your camera bag over his shoulder, almost like he was contemplating holding it hostage so that you would stay.

“I'll miss your company,” he says after a moment of quiet. “It's not the same with my other friends,” friends. There was that word again, giving you a little stab in the heart, one that you smiled through. “It's not like I can watch anime in bed with Noah after all, he doesn't even fit into his own bunk.”

You both laugh a little. “I'll miss you too,” you reply. “I'll email you all the shots I took once they've been edited.”

You and Matt stare at each other in awkward silence, both wanting to say more but too shy and nervous to do so.

“JUST KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT.” You both whip your heads around to see Folio, among many others, watching from the bus’ windows, Folio had stuck his head out to yell at you and was now being yanked back inside.

Your uber arriving spared you and Matt from the embarrassment of having to deal with Folio's shouts and you slipped into the car without another word.

Matt watched you leave and then looked back at the bus, where his friends were slowly coming out, almost all of them looking annoyed as they began pulling out their wallets and handing cash over to Ruffilo and Noah.

“What the fuck?” was all Matt could get out, too many questions swarming his head for him to ask any individual questions.

“We took bets on you and y/n finally realizing you're in love with each other and making out about it,” Ruffilo says, proudly holding his stack of $20s. “Noah and I bet that you were both too stupid to admit your feelings.”

“Wait what. Are you saying she likes me?” Matt definitely felt stupid for having to ask.

“Fucking DUH,” says Folio, grumbling over his lost bet. “You don't see any of us looking at you with heart eyes,” he pauses, looking a little mischievous. “Run to her! Meet her at the airport and make out so Ruffilo and Noah lose the bet!”

“This isn't a romcom, Folio, he wouldn't make it in time nor would security let him through without a ticket,” Noah answers, shoving his wad of cash in his pocket.

“What if we ask the bus driver to put the pedal to the metal?” Folio adds and it was clear that in his head, he was imagining a high speed race in the tour bus, all the way to the airport.

The bus driver handed Ruffilo a $20. “Not happening, Folio.”

The rest of the tour passed Matt by, equally too slow and too fast. He loved seeing his boys on stage, watching them perform for hundreds of excited fans who screamed back every word, every lyric, with love. He also really wanted to get home and have a Hallmark movie moment with you.

Unfortunately, it was probably going to be less of a Hallmark romantic movie moment and more of a romcom given the fact that as soon as the band learned that he was going to your house to talk to you, all four of them crammed themselves into his car and refused to leave.

So he knocked on your door in the middle of the night with four grown men standing behind him, passing around fucking popcorn as if his life was a fucking movie. He had half a mind to turn around and tell them all off when your door swung open, revealing you standing there in pajamas.

“Oh, hey guys,” you greet, clearly a little confused at the party on your doorstep. “What's up?”

He had spent the entirety of the rest of the tour, planning what he would say to you and imagining out scenarios in his head where he was cool and suave and swept you off your feet. Instead none of that happened and Matt ended up blurting out, “I love you,” and immediately wanting to kick himself. “I mean - yeah, no, that's what I mean exactly but it was supposed to sound cooler and also there wasn't supposed to be an audience,” Folio waved, “and it was supposed to be-”

You cut Matt off by pulling him into a kiss, one that was met with cheers and even some pelted popcorn.

“Me too,” you say, parting from the kiss and grinning up at Matt as your heart did little leaps into your throat. “Wanna come in and watch anime?”

“I would love to,” he replies, taking your hand and letting your pull him into the house, the door slamming shut on Jolly, Noah, and the Nicks.

“So what now?” Noah asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Do we just go home?”

Folio hops over to a window at the side of the house and presses his face against the glass. “I can see into the living room!” He announces. “They're making out!”

Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah exchange looks before immediately crowding around next to Folio, spying in the window and watching you and Matt make out on your couch.

They would have been content to stay and watch the “show”, if it weren't for the concerned neighbors who called the authorities because three grown men were peeing into windows.

“Should we call Matt and tell him that we're getting arrested?” Noah asks, climbing into the back of the police cruiser.

“No, he's gonna be mad. Let's call Bryan,” Ruffilo answers.

You and Matt made out for a bit and then settled into the couch to snuggle and continue binge watching anime together.

“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You ask with a giggle.

“I wouldn't wanna date anyone else,” he replies, giving you another little kiss.

#matt dierkes fanfic #matt dierkes x reader

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spicywhenspeaking · 2 months

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Incoming WIPS -> I love having working projects but I’m suffering from a lot of burn out :( so this is really to motivate me but also let you guys know what’s on the way!!!

chapter 24 of “If I’m There”

chapter 3 of “Star-Crossed Connection”

REQUESTS

sterek for @sorrowsofsilence

“Don’t be gentle with me- I like it when you’re rough”

Bucky x Reader for @mitchhbitch

hurt/comfort

Matt Dierkes x Reader for @thatchickwiththecamera

Rivals to lovers 💞

Folio x Reader for Anonymous

biker girlfriend!!!

#bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #fanfiction #noah sebastian #matt dierkes #bucky barnes #my wips #wips

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thatchickwiththecamera · 2 months

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WDYWFM? - (UPDATED)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x OFC

Synopsis: The European leg of the Concrete Forever tour marks one year since Tyler Garrett joined the Bad Omens media team. A lot can change over the course of a year. New experiences, new friendships, and new discoveries emerge.

Note: If anyone is feeling creative and gets any kind of header photo ideas from reading this, let me know and we'll add it to the story posts with proper credit!

Part One

Part Two (Coming Soon)

Cross-posted on AO3 (thatchickwiththecamera)

REQUESTS (OPEN)

I write for ALL Bad Omens band & crew. Be as detailed as you’d like in your requests.

Note: I have never written smut before, but I am working on it! You can still send those in. It just might be a bit before it’s posted!

Below I will link the prompts I have completed. Enjoy!

Noah Sebastian

Cat Parents - Noah x Female Reader

Little White Lies - Noah x Crew!Reader

Nicholas Ruffilo

SEND ME REQUESTS!

Jolly Karlsson

SEND ME REQUESTS!

Nick Folio

SEND ME REQUESTS!

Matt Dierkes

The Shirt - Matt x OFC (S)

#bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x oc #noah sebastian #badomens #badomenscult #nick folio #joakim jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens x reader #bad omens x oc #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #author: thatchickwiththecamera

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penroseparticle · 6 years

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I’m at work for 12 hours today and am making a playlist for the lobby so I don’t murder anyone, working list so far is under the cut because I wasted 25 mninutes on typing this up. PLEASE rec songs to add with the understanding it can’t be excessively swear-y.

Countdown- Beyonce

Escape- Rupert Holmes

Sit Next to Me- Foster the People

El Perdedor- Maluma

The Louvre- Lorde

Magnets- Disclosure ft. Lorde

Into You- Ariana Grande

The Greatest- Raleigh Ritchie

Do The Panic- Phantom Planet

Africa- Toto

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Season Two Episode Three- Glass Animals

Safety Dance- Men Without Hats

Kinks Shirt- Matt Nathanson

Good Day- DNCE

Mother & Father- Broods

Young and Wild- The Strumbellas

Sleep On The Floor- The Lumineers

Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood

West Coast- The Neighborhood

Don’t You Want Me- Human League

Hymn for the Weekend- Coldplay ft. Beyonce

Meteor- The Bird and the Bee

Chocolate- The 1975

Papaoutai- Stromae

The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades- Sufjan Stevens

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back- Shawn Mendes

Chantaje- Shakira ft. Maluma

Carried Away- Passion Pit

Thunder- Imagine Dragons

Ready To Go- Panic! At The Disco

Her Morning Elegance- Oren Lavie

Sight of Spira- Final Fantasy X

Something I Need- One Republic

Take Me to Church- Hozier

It’s A Disaster- OKGO

Here It Goes Again- OKGO

Obsession- OKGO

So Cruel- Young Empires

Sunshine- Young Empires

My Body- Young the Giant

Cough Syrup- Young the Giant

You Told The Drunks I Knew Karate- Zoey Van Goey

Can’t Sleep Love- Pentatonix ft. Tink

Boy Problems- Carly Rae Jepsen

Run Away With Me- Carly Rae Jepsen

Lone Digger- Caravan Palace

Safe and Sound- Capital Cities

Heatstroke- Calvin Harris ft. Young Thug, Pharrell, and Ariana Grande

Come and Get Your Love- Redbone

September- Earth Wind and Fire

Mama Say- Betty Who

Some Kinda Wonderful- Betty Who

Arabella- Arctic Monkeys

Honey I’m Good- Andy Grammar

C’Mon- Ke$ha

Let ‘Em Talk- Kesha

One Dance- Drake ft. Wizkid and Kyla

Just Dance- Lady Gaga

Can’t Stop the Feeling- Justin Timberlake

Cassiopeia- Sara Bareilles

Brave- Sara Bareilles

Cold Cold Man- Saint Motel

My Type- Saint Motel

Don’t Stop Me Now- Queen

Somebody to Love- Queen

Say My Name- Peking Duck

Unpack Your Heart- Phillip Phillips

Get Up Get Down- Phillip Phillips

Without You- Oh Wonder

Lose It- Oh Wonder

Crazy In Love- Emili Sande cover of Beyonce

Find You- Nick Jonas

Polish Girl- Neon Indian

Make Your Mind Up- Moon Taxi

Grace Kelly- Mika

Lollipop- Mika

Animal- Miike Snow

Sugar- Maroon 5 ft. Nicki Minaj

Cold- Maroon 5 ft. Future

I Am Not A Robot- Marina and The Diamonds

Girls- Marina and The Diamonds

Can’t Hold Us- Macklememe ft. Ray Dalton

Glorious- Mackleless ft. Skylar Grey

New Rules- Dua Lipa

The Mother We Share (Errors Remix)- Chvrches

Ohmygodiloveyoupleasedontleaveme- Clever Girl

Talk Too Much- Coin

Boys- Charli XCX

Blessings- Chance the Rapper

Love On Top- Beyonce

Harbour Lights- A Silent Film

The Girl is Mine- 99 Souls ft. Destiny’s Child and Brandy

Feather- Nujabes ft. Cise Starr and Akin From Cyne

Money- Mystery Skulls

Earthquake Weather- Matt Nathanson

Secrets- Mary Lambert

Uptown Funk- Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough- Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Gorgeous- Taylor Swift

Blank Space- Taylor Swift

Ours- Taylor Swift

Chelsea Dagger- The Fratellis

Uruwashiki Hito- Ikimono Gakari

Hanabi- Ikimono Gakari

Way Back When- Kodaline

Tuesday- Hippo Campus

Hand Clap- Fitz and the Tantrums

Don’t Kill the Magic- Magic

Love Lockdown- Glass Animals cover of Kanye West

Drunk on a Plane- Dierks Bentley

Shooting Stars- Bag Raiders

Lips Are Movin- Meghan Trainer

Tenerife Sea- Ed Sheeran

My House- Flo Rida

Dance Dance- Fall Out Boy

Uma Thurman- Fall Out Boy

Young Volcanos- Fall Out Boy

#Going through the music on my phone just highlights how much of my music never made it on here #Troye Sivan for instance #and Regina Spektor #and a bunch of other ESSENTIALS #I'm missing one of CRJ's albums and I didn't even have Dangerous Woman until like 4 days ago when I noticed Greedy was missing #OUTRAGE #anyways add songs to the list if you want #I can always use recs #fresh jamz #by all means guys steal if you want a jammin playlist #I tried to keep it to 1-3 songs per artist #so add more of your faves

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darksideofparis · 7 years

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ABC Tag

I was tagged by @ladyinpink221. Thanks! :)

a - age: 20

b - biggest fear: Insects and losing those I love

c - current time: 11:18 am

d - drink you last had: Diet Pepsi

e - ethnicity: Caucasian

f - favorite song: At the moment, ‘Somebody Else Will’ by Justin Moore

g - ghosts, are they real: I like to live in denial, but yeah, probably.

h - hometown: Not saying, sorry!

i - in love with: I’m not sure Matt Smith counts so...no one.

j - jealous of: No one.

k - killed someone: If I had, do you really think I would tell you? :}

l - last time you cried: Uh...can’t remember. I don’t cry much, to be honest.

m - middle name: Also not saying.

n - number of siblings: Zero! I’m an only child and I love it.

o - one wish: To live a long, happy and successful life.

p - person you last called/texted: My mom

q - question(s) you’re always asked: How old are you? What are you majoring in?

s - song last played: ‘Black’ by Dierks Bentley

t - time you woke up: Around 8:00

u - underwear color: Blue-gray

v - vacation destination: London, England.

x - x-rays you’ve had: None, actually.

y - your favorite food: Pepperoni pizza

z - zodiac sign: Virgo

I tag @sirsusblack!

#personal #tagged

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deathblacksmoke · 6 months

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18+ MDNI. Requests are closed.

dividers: @cafekitsune 🩷

nick ruffilo disguised in your sheets (x f!reader) take my body instead (x f!reader)

noah sebastian you’ve got a pretty way about you (x f!reader)

nick folio the crazier i came (x f!reader)

jolly karlsson i’m buzzing at the thought (x reader) the unbearable weight of tenderness (x f!reader)

matt dierkes too sweet (x f!reader)

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 noah sebastian x nick ruffilo masterpost spotify playlist

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #nick ruffilo fic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nick ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian rpf #nick folio fic #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio rpf #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson fanfiction #jolly karlsson rpf #deathblacksmoke works

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thcfountain · 3 months

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Dating Noah includes:

mdni. smut & fluff. ftm x Noah.

Noah always making sure that no one misgenders you or uses your deadname. (He's buff now so if they try, he can take 'em.)

Working out together and having body goals that you're both aiming towards, which means you encourage and support each other even when it feels hard to work out some days.

"You are looking so buff," you coo at him, admiring his shirtless body after a workout. The two of you have retired to the shower together to wash off the sweat and stink.

He grins and tugs you towards him by the waist of your sweats that you had yet to ditch. "You look handsome too," he tells you before a kiss.

Noah helps you record your voice at intervals after you start t. He's just as excited for the change as you are.

Going to Pride together as a couple.

"Will you do my eyeshadow?" he asks, handing you over the colors of his sexuality flag.

"You're gonna be gorgeous when I'm done," you promise. "or hideous," you add teasingly, "who knows."

The whole band is very anti transphobes and they WILL tell people off in your defence.

"Support trans people or die by the," slight pause as Folio stumbles to repeat the meme, "fishing pole..." he waves the pole menacingly and you laugh.

"It's not by the pole, it's by THE BLADE!" Yells Noah, unsheathing one of his swords.

Noah is a MUNCH. We all know it, okay. And this fact doesn't change for you. Yeah he still loves eating you out but he's also big on sucking t-dick.

Being on testosterone, also, makes you wildly horny. A fact that Noah revels in. The second he catches on that you're needy, he's there.

Your back leans against the wall for support, pants and boxers around your ankles as Noah takes your growth into his mouth, earning whimpers and soft, panting moans from you.

A finger works its way into your core as he pulls back, strings of spit bridging between his lips and your dick. "Fuck," he moans, fingers arching up into you, "I love sucking your cock, baby."

He's got you bent over the kitchen table, a fact that everyone else would surely complain about, but you couldn't care less in this moment. Your cheek presses against cold wood and every thrust into you has you crying out his name, desperate for him to let you cum.

You know it's taking everything in him not be loud, to continue whispering commands on how he wants you to touch yourself, how which sucker or dildo to use. You know that he hates not being able to see all of you, but he's on tour and facetime will have to do.

He's uncomfortably hard in his stage outfit, internally torn between seeing if he can jack off quickly before the opener finishes and he has to on stage, and he knows you timed this purposely. "Brat," he teases when you finally cum. "When I get home, this earned you a few spankings."

he wears pins with the trans pride flag, excitedly points out trans characters in media to you, he's an ally, and he's adorable about it.

You steal his hoodies and sweaters constantly. They give you gender euphoria and they smell like him. He jokingly complains about it but you've caught him spraying his cologne on your favorite hoodies before he leaves for tour.

some times the band has boys night, no girlfriends allowed, and they amend it to no partners because you kept tagging along and being disgustingly cute with Noah. They love you though.

baking cookies for Noah when he comes home from tour and helping him do his stinky laundry.

Coming home and finding Matt holding your packer in confusion.

"What is this?" he asks, holding it up as Noah snickers with laughter at Matt's lack of knowledge.

"Unhand my dick, Dierkes!" You laugh and as it dawns on him, he flings it at Noah.

"I don't wanna touch another dude's dick, no matter what it's made of!" He yells, running to wash his hands of your cooties.

Getting top surgery and being able to walk around shirtless with the guys.

"Your cup size is bigger than your boyfriend's," Jolly jokes to Noah and you grin, striking a pose to show off your chest.

"I'm part of the tiny tittie committee, thank you," Noah replies sarcastically.

He uses you as a pillow or human weighted blanket all the time because you're warm and he demands snuggles.

Gay jokes. All the time. You guys are constantly joking with each other.

"Your tie is straighter than I am," he tells you one day with a chuckle.

You turn to look in the mirror and adjust it. "Now it's gayer than you."

Having two secret snack stashes. The one Noah has found and thinks you don't know he's found, and the real one.

sometimes you two wear matching clothes.

Going fishing with Folio, attempting to rollerblade with Ruffilo, Jolly teaching you how to properly shave. You're officially everyone's adopted brother.

Other fans under the trans umbrella start referring to you both as their dads. Noah's a little overwhelmed by suddenly being dad to hundreds. It's okay though, he's also flattered.

"Post something on Twitter for me," he says, a little out of the blue but not so surprising since he refuses to return to social media yet.

You pull your phone out, ready to shoot off a tweet from your profile for him.

He seems to think about it for a moment, wording himself just so. "The only thing anyone expects of you today, is to survive."

"You're such a good father figure," you tease, sending the post. "I just won't tell them about you setting our bathroom on fire with Yankee candles."

BATHS! Noah loves baths and he abs absolutely adores having you sit in his lap and relax with him. He plays lofi music, makes a charcuterie board, he goes all out.

He doesn't go back to VA much anymore - the South has long since quit being his home. But every once in a while trips are made. Everyone packs up to go hang out with Ruffilo down there or everyone shuffles over to Maryland so Folio can host.

An argument is ensuing between Ruffilo, Jolly, and Noah - it takes place in Ruffilo's backyard on a particularly warm, summer day. It's not often that they're off tour and even less often that everyone's gotten together down here, but here you all are.

You and Folio are splashing each other in a kiddy pool, you've caught Noah checking your swim trunks out a few times earlier but for the moment, he's preoccupied.

"I should be the one to grill. I'm TRANS DAD," announced Noah, puffing his chest out in an exaggerated way. You're pretty sure he could take the other two in a fight if he wanted.

"Yeah but it's my grill," says Nicholas, who's usually the least likely to get into an argument. "Plus, you aren't band dad."

Jolly snaps a pair of tongs their way. "I should be grill dad," he tells them.

As the argument continues on, you watch as Matt goes unnoticed, setting the grill up and you and Folio are quick to help.

The burgers are practically done by the time Noah, Jolly, and Ruffilo actually take notice.

Gaming together for fun. Usually its not too competitive, but every once in a while there's a promise that loser gives the winner a bj.

#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian imagine #ftm x noah sebastian

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thcfountain · 3 months

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@littlechickenuggets requested: "Request for the first time you sleep with Matt and he’s all gentle and caring because we know he’s tough on the outside but all gooey on the inside ❤️"

word count: 2,653.

Matt Dierkes x afab reader (no she/her pronouns used for reader so it's slightly more inclusive to trans and enby readers.) oral, afab receiving, p in v protected sex.

It's been a few months since you had begun to date Matt. Time goes by equally sweet and slow, as if every moment belongs solely to the two of you, and too fast for words since it seems that so much of his time is spent on the road.

Facetime calls are a staple of your relationship and that's something you had known would happen before you'd agreed to that very first date. It wasn't bad though - Matt knew how to make you laugh. The kind of laugh that was ugly and loud and real and he hadn't said so but it was his favorite sound in the world. Matt was a hater of most things, his roasts and stern words made you smile, they made you laugh. (His list of things he didn't hate included trash animals, the band, and you - not specifically in that order.)

You rolled over in your bed, curling up on your side and holding the phone with one hand as you looked through the screen at Matt. The call had started when he had begun to set up in the venue for the last stop on the tour, at some point he had propped the phone up so you could watch him work and listen to the concert, and now - hours later - it still continued as he laid in his bunk and talked to you in hushed whispers as to not disturb the rest of the band. You honestly weren't sure how his phone battery had survived the call but you supposed you could chalk it up to some sort of magic or maybe Matt just walked around with a couple of portable chargers.

He was beautiful though, even if he was clearly exhausted. Illuminated in the light cast from his phone screen - the soft curve of his jaw and rounded face. The perfectly shaped Cupid's Bow of his top lip and slightly plump bottom lip. His soft brown eyes, that you had once, affectionately, described as ‘Dr Pepper Brown’ and almost caused him to piss himself with laughter over.

“I'll be home before you know it,” he says, interrupting your thoughts and bringing out an excited little smile to your face. “I was hoping you would come over to mine for dinner?” There's an unasked question in there, silently buried in the meaning behind his words but given away by how he looks at you.

You two had been dating for a little while now but things hadn't quite yet progressed to sex. The farthest either of you had gotten was a few steamy makeout sessions and the occasional grinding on each other throughout your clothes. Usually an interpretation came in the form of Boo wanting attention or phone calls concerning work, or even the time that Noah had waltzed in and then turned right back around and left. (Of course, he had jokingly told everyone that he was ‘scarred for life’ and proceeded to make up steamy details of hardcore sex that had not been happening.)

But also, and Matt was well aware of this, you had been a little nervous. It was a mixture of things really. Screencaps that floated around of his old curiouscat where he implied he was a ‘daddy dom’ had been the primary cause of this nervousness however. You weren't exactly a pro, so to speak, having only had sex once before with an ex. You worried you wouldn't like it if he wanted to be rough with you or that somehow he would be disappointed afterwards.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and he immediately noticed. “Nothing has to go anywhere you don't want to. No is a complete sentence,” he reminds you.

You want it though, of course you did. Hell, you'd touched yourself enough times to fantasies about it. Had woken up from wet dreams about him, your panties wet with your own slick and your clit throbbing. You definitely wanted this. Wanted him.

“You have some strong competition with my vibrator,” you joke and his eyebrows skyrocket upwards. “I'll come, I want to.”

“Maybe first you should show me how you like to use that vibrator,” he says with a little smirk.

You don't get a chance to reply as the curtains on his bunk are torn backwards, letting more light in so you can see him better. From off screen you hear Jolly's voice. “No one wants to hear you sext!” He proclaims. “You aren't good at whispering!” The phone is yanked out of Matt's hands and Jolly's face suddenly comes into view. “Hello and goodnight, y/n,” Jolly says right before ending the call.

You aren't as embarrassed as you should be and end up laughing yourself to sleep, imagining Matt's face after Jolly hung up.

You made a quick stop to your local lingerie store the next morning, purchasing a set that you hoped would drive Matt wild. It would surely accentuate your curves in all the right places and it wasn't out of your comfort zone either. The lingerie was worn under what people considered a staple in everyone's wardrobe - a little black dress.

You knew that you looked good with your hair styled in that way he likes, the one he's complimented a few times. Makeup is put on slowly and carefully as your heart beats a little too fast at the prospect of what tonight would hold. It's done in the way you like, the way that you think makes you look best because makeup is art - art for you, not for him, even if you like the way he compliments it.

He pulls the door open before you can knock, tugging you into a hug immediately. You melt into his embrace, all anxieties washing away for a moment. You hadn't let yourself realise how much you missed him. The smell of his cologne that lingered softly on his clothes, the way that he held your body tightly against his own. He always made you feel so instantly safe and at peace.

“I missed you,” he says softly, his words echoing your very thoughts. He pulls away just enough to lean down and instinctively you push up on tiptoes, meetings him halfway for a soft kiss. “I missed you a lot,” he says after your part, resting his forehead against yours.

You cup his cheek in your hand and he leans into it. “I missed you too,” you tell him and in that moment you know you're ready. All you could ever want is him and you know that you trust him more than anyone.

He sees the change in your eyes and pulls back, raising a brow. Before he can say anything, you take his hand and tug him towards his bedroom. “Maybe dinner can wait?” you ask softly and he grins, understanding what you mean.

You come to stand in front of his bed, still neatly made from before he left for tour. What a welcoming home it was about to see -

The door clicks closed behind him and he settles back, leaning against it as he watches you, waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to either make the first move or let him know he could make it.

His eyes are on you, watching you, and you know that you're safe. A hand reaches behind your back and you slowly pull the zipper on your dress down, feeling strangely confident under his gaze. The fabric slides down until the dress is pooled around your feet and you can't help but smile proudly at the look he gives when he sees the lingerie.

You kick off your shoes and step away from the dress, closing the distance between you and Matt.

“You are the sexiest person I've ever seen,” he murmurs as his hands come to rest against your hips as soon as you're close enough. He pulls you against him and leans down to kiss you.

One hand stays on your hips, his other rests on your neck. The kiss is heated - he licks at the seam of your lips and as soon as you part them, his tongue is in your mouth. Your own hands wander - sliding up his shirt and over a toned stomach - all those months of working out with Ash had paid off very well for him.

His skin was warm under your touch and instinctively you two part from a kiss that leaves you breathless so that you can pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside somewhere nearby. He catches you in another kiss, somehow managing to walk you backwards towards his bed at the same time. Your hands, working in a disorganized way, manage to push his pants down right before the backs of your knees make contact with the edge of his bed.

His own hands cup your breasts over your lingerie bra for a moment before moving down so he can kiss your cleavage. The bra doesn't take long for him to unfasten and toss away and you don't think about it as he takes a nipple into his mouth. You feel yourself starting to get wet under his touch, the slick gathering in your panties as he draws a moan from your mouth.

You push him back a little and allow yourself to fall backwards to lay on his bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch him. His hands rest on your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he reminds you, not yet going any further.

“I want this,” you remind him and he smiles.

He pushes your legs apart and kneels between them. Hands slide upwards, coming to stop on your thighs and you watch him, heart pounding with excitement, as he leans down. He places kisses up one thigh, soft and gentle, until he reaches your panties.

A finger traces the hemline. “These are sexy,” he murmurs to himself and then his finger traces over the crotch. “You're already getting wet with excitement,” he teases. Matt leans down, licking the fabric on the crotch and you let out a whimper.

Already you want him and he knows it. He rubs you through the fabric and you squirm a little against it, trying to get more friction out of it then what you were getting. He chuckles and gently calls you needy before sliding the panties down your legs. His finger gathers up your juices, rubbing them up your slit before brushing against your clit.

You let yourself lean back completely, eyes fluttering closed as he circles your clit a few times with his fingers before pulling them away. You whine, desperate for more touch and he obliges, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, hands going down to rest on his head. As he sucks on your clit, occasionally circling it with his tongue, one of his fingers slides into you.

Immediately you buck your hips into him, acting on instinct as he draws you towards an orgasm. The finger curls up inside of you, quickly finding that perfect spot and it surprises you both when you cum quickly, walls clenching around his finger as he sucks your clit.

He pulls away with a chuckle. “You really were needy,” he teases and as you catch your breath, you sit up a little.

He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting you and you can see how hard he is in his boxers. A little patch of precum wets a spot on the fabric and you lick your lips. He raises a brow at you before pulling his boxers off and letting you finally see him.

The sight of his cock makes your pussy clench, already you want more of him and he's ready to oblige. Matt unwraps a condom from his bedside table, slowly pushing it down his hard cock.

He settles between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing against your clit as he waits for you to tell him it's what you want.

“Matt,” his name comes out in a plea.

“What do you want?” He asks teasing his tip up your slit now. “Use your words,” he tells you.

“You,” comes your answer. “Inside me, please.”

It's all you have to say before he pushes into you, bottoming out and settling there for a moment so that he can kiss you. One of his hands find one of yours, fingers interlocking before he begins softly rolling his hips at a slow pace.

He's being gentle, not wanting to hurt or scare you because he knew your worries. Knew that you weren't so sure on anything harder or more extreme. He knows you and this gentleness, albeit unexpected, is a cherished proof of his affection.

The two of you are closer, physically and emotionally, than you've ever been. Each slow thrust into you is met with equally soft and slow kisses. Your hips push upwards, meeting his each time and the pressure for another climax builds, slow and steady within you.

His name falls from your lips between kisses. He lips press against your cheek, your nose, your chin, he whispers how beautiful you look underneath him and when he sees how close you are, he begs for you to cum around his cock.

Your walls flutter, tightening around him as that feeling of euphoria washes over you again and it's better than anything you've ever experienced before. You're melded with him, mind and body, and he fucks you slowly through it. As you're coming down from the high, he rests his forehead against your shoulder and thrusts into you a couple more times before he reaches his own climax.

You both lay there with him still inside you, your arms wrapped around him tightly for a few minutes, savoring the intimacy.

You realise, in that moment of quiet closeness, that there's a very good chance that you're falling in love with him. When he pulls out and discards the condom, you pull him back down for snuggles and he laughs.

“Couldn't get enough of me?” He teases, kissing your nose as your naked bodies press together under his covers.

“Not at all,” you answer with a smile of your own.

The two of you lie together in quiet comfort, holding each other and valuing the closeness. Your ear presses against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart until it lulls you to sleep.

You wake up to the sound of Matt's door closing, eyes opening slightly as you sit up and immediately pout at the sight of him with sweats on, no longer naked.

“I brought food,” he says, immediately perking you up as you finally notice the pizza and Dr Peppers in his hands.

As soon as he's back in bed and the pizza box rests between you, you lean your head on his shoulder. “Netflix and chill?” he offers, already turning the tv on as you grab a slice.

“Emphasis on the chill,” you joke.

A few minutes into a show, you both hear whining at the door. Matt gets up and let's Boo in. “Aww did you wanna see your parents?” he asks in a baby voice and your heart skips a little beat at being included in that.

But no, Boo wanted pizza and it made you laugh, watching Matt tell him that good boys don't eat pizza because they get poopy pantaloons and hearing him say that in a baby voice was funnier than you expected.

Boo ends up settling down at the edge of the bed to sleep and you go to take a quick shower before pulling on one of his shirts and climbing back into bed for more cuddles.

“This is the good life,” he says, a hand petting your hair.

“It really is,” you agree softly.

#matt dierkes #matt dierkes smut #matt dierkes fanfic

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