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I think it's time for a little something cause this post did something to my brain and I want to tell you how things lead up to that *with Noah*!! (Excuse the typos, I'm literally making dinner. LOL.)

I can see Noah coming home unannounced between shows after weeks of being away just to see you. He's waiting for you to come home from work, he's didn't text you cause he wants to surprise you.

And you know what he does as soon as you get home? He stands behind the door when he hears your car and when you open the door he picks you up the ground and before you can say anything he starts kissing you. Your 'Hi's get lost between kisses.

Oh I can totally see him immediately taking you to the bedroom cause he can't wait any longer to have you. None of you have said a coherent sentence since you opened the door, just 'Oh my God's and 'Hi's cause you're surprised to see him and you both miss eachother.

You tell him to let you shower first but he says there's no need. He says "Do you have any idea how much I miss you?" and he lays you on the bed. He starts taking off you clothes and he does it fast cause he's in a rush to get what he wants and what's his.

And when he opens your legs and sees your pussy getting wet he tells you "Oh god I missed this" and he takes off his clothes, throw them aside and stroke his hard cock a few times to get it ready for you. You miss him too, and looking at his dick is making you feel a little dizzy. You tell him you miss him too and he slides it in slow and you both moan.

And after minutes of thrusting into you, you lock your legs around him cause you want him even closer, you can't get enough of him. And this is when he holds you tighter as he fucks into you and his thrusts get faster and desperate and erratic and he buries his face in your neck and he's got a fistful of your hair and he can't stop telling you your tight, warm pussy is his and only his in needy growls.

It doesn't take him that long to finish. His dick pulses as he empties his load inside you and then when he's finally a little relaxed he looks at you and gives you a "Hi baby".

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Pretty Boy

Dirty Boy

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Will Ramos

Content Warnings: 18+!, dub con, knifeplay, fear play, stalking, breaking and entering, handjob, blowjob, choking, praise kink, dom!Noah, sub!Will

A/N: If there’s something I’ve forgotten to tag, please let me know. I tried my best to catch everything. I’m not entirely sure if dubcon is fitting, but that’s what was in my head while writing this, so that’s why it’s tagged. There will be a second part at some point. I ended up abandoning my original idea but I still wanna write it

Word Count: 3.8k

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Noah Masterlist

Will Masterlist

Will walked the neighborhood countless times during the day. It never bothered him. This wasn’t the first time he’d walked it at night, or alone either, but an uneasy feeling settled in his bones. He had a creeping sensation of being watched and followed. Every time he looked over his shoulder though, no one was there. Maybe it was just the chill of the night pairing with the eerie thick fog making him jumpy.

Porch lights and street lights struggled to penetrate through the gray haze. What unsettled Will the most, however—the absolute silence. His shoes on the damp pavement and the thudding of his heart was the only sound he’d heard for his ten minute walk. Not a car, rustling of leaves, or animal scurrying about could be heard. It’s as if the fog absorbed all the noise and light.

A whole body chill unlike any other froze Will in his tracks. He held his breath, suddenly scared to disturb the silence surrounding him. Somewhere in the distance, he swore he heard something. That sound was not him. It came from behind him. His brain told him to run but he couldn’t get his feet to work fast enough, a heavy pit in his stomach weighing him down. He took a tentative step forward. Then another. And another. And another until he picked up his pace.

Unable to will himself to run, Will speed walked down the street. He’d never been more desperate to get home. He would be safe there, away from whatever may or may not have been following him.

His phone sliced through the unsettling quiet, scaring him half to death. Will hurried to locate the noisy device. He didn’t bother to check who was calling before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty boy.”

Will sighed, relieved to hear Noah’s voice.

“Noah. Hey. What’s up?” Will kept his voice low so as to not disturb what lurked in the shadows.

“You sound out of breath. Am I… interrupting something?” Noah said, a suggestive tone in his words.

Will chuckled, his nerves easing. “No, no. I’m just… walking home.”

“Wha—? You walked home? Why didn’t you say something? I could have given you a ride.”

“It would’ve been way out of your way. Besides I don’t live that far.”

“Yeah but it’s super foggy out. You don’t know what could be lurking around the corner.”

There was a certain warning to Noah’s words, one that made his arm hair prick. Will’s eyes scanned his surroundings. His house finally came into view and Will sighed, relief washing over him. The tension in his gut dissipated, but only slightly.

“Believe me I know. I’ve had the feeling I’ve been watched and followed the entire time.”

Noah hummed. “Maybe you are.”

Will stumbled over his feet. Sparing a final glance over his shoulder, he jogged the rest of the way home.

“Are you trying to scare me?” He asked out of breath.

“Is it working?”

“No.” Will’s reply came quickly.

Noah hummed again. Will pat down his pockets for his keys. His hand trembled slightly as he inserted the key and unlocked his door. The silence of his home was much more welcoming. He leaned on the door behind him and inhaled a deep breath. Safe and sound.

“Do I scare you?”

Will shrugged off his coat with a scoff and tossed it on the couch.

“Noah, why would you scare me?”

One of his cats jumped from its spot and bolted somewhere. He followed the sound through the unlit space to his bathroom. His eyes screwed shut when he flipped the light on. He squinted and blinked as his eyes adjusted.

Will studied his reflection, grimacing at the faint and anxiety induced circles under his eyes. The walk home did more of a number on him than he thought.

He could almost hear the smirk accompanying Noah’s dark chuckle.

“I think I can be pretty scary.”

Will snickered. “Whatever you say Noah.”

Silence fell between them. One of his cats hissed loudly. Will didn’t think much of it.

“Did you lock your door?”

“Not yet, no. Why?”

“You said you thought someone was following you,” Noah stated. “What if they followed you home?”

The cat hissed again, even louder this time.

“Sounds like one of your cats is upset.”

Will glanced questioningly at his phone. “You heard him?”

A long period of quiet once again settled on the call.

“Yeah.”

Shuffling in the direction of his cat perked his ears. That was too much noise for a pet to make. Panicked, he flipped the bathroom light off. His heart rate spiked as he tried to keep his breathing leveled.

“I have to go.” Will hung up before giving Noah a chance to rely.

Quietly, he stalked to his bedroom across the hall. A light laugh sounded from his living room.

Someone else was inside his house.

Using his phone screen for light, Will tiptoed to his bedside table. He rummaged as quietly as he possibly could through the drawer in search of something, anything, to defend himself. Cold familiar metal grazed his fingertips. He cursed to himself. A knife wasn’t ideal, but it was something. Hopefully he wouldn’t need to get close enough to use it.

Cautiously, he stepped into the hall, craning his neck and tried to listen past the erratic pounding in his ears. There was nothing, not even the sound of his cat. Maybe they left? Will thought.

Another tentative step and then he heard soft tongue clicking followed by purring. Will mentally scolded the feline. So much for that.

Almost comically so, the floor creaked beneath his feet and alerted the figure that made itself at home on his couch. Will stood up straighter, holding the knife up close to his face like he was wielding a sword. His cat, who he could now identify as Bobbi, bolted past him. Whoever was shrouded in the dark shadows of the night snickered.

“It’s rude to hang up on someone, Will.”

The voice was deep, which led Will to believe it was a man. The black coat he donned and black hood shielded his face and covered his arms. He couldn’t pick any discernible features of the intruder aside from the heavily tattooed fingers and hands. However, the voice almost struck him as familiar.

Will narrowed his eyes as he walked forward.

“Is that knife supposed to scare me,” he said, amusement in his voice, “pretty boy?”

Every cell and ounce of his blood ran cold. Will stood rigid mere feet away—much closer then he suddenly decided he wanted to be. The man leaned forward, draping his long arms over his legs.

“Put the knife away, Will.”

The demand broke Will of his temporary immobility. He tightened his hold on the knife.

“No.”

His unwelcome visitor laughed, the sound chilling his bones even more. Will fixed his eyes intensely on the man as he stood, his height intimidating. He flipped his hood back, revealing a black ski mask. Impossibly black eyes stared back at him with a sly smirk planted firmly on the man’s lips. Will watched closely as he unzipped his coat and tossed it on his. The designs and colors littering the mysterious figure’s muscular biceps and forearms were difficult to decipher, but still, something about them felt… familiar.

In a few quick strides, the intruder towered over Will. Even the cologne emanating from this person smelled like someone he knew. His eyes too.

“You left your bag at my place.”

The sentence caught Will off guard. “What?”

Before he could process what happened, the knife was taken from him. Will followed the gesture of the blade to the front door. His small backpack laid against the wall. The confusion in his expression swiftly changed to fear when the knife was pressed flat on the underside of his chin.

“I like that look in your eyes.” The mask man rumbled.

He reached up and grabbed the top of his mask, yanking it off with ease then tossed it aside. A mix of emotions swelled in Will’s chest. The relief he felt quickly turned to rage.

“Noah?!” Will almost shouted, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Noah tsked and trailed the tip of the knife down his throat. All the choice words Will had were caught where he felt the point.

“That’s no way to talk to someone who brought your shit back or who has a knife to your throat.”

Noah hooked the knife under Will’s chain and yanked him close. The tip of the blade pressed lightly into the underside of his chin. His breath caught in his throat, terrified that if he breathed or swallowed, the blade would cut him. The soft, gentle kindness in Noah’s eyes that Will saw earlier that evening was now replaced with an almost sinister glint. The boba resemblance was replaced with dark, venomous pits of black tar.

He wasn’t sure he liked the way Noah was staring at him, but maybe he did with the way his stomach fluttered when Noah brought his face close to his.

“Do I scare you now, pretty boy?” Noah’s salacious tone sent a shudder down Will’s spine.

His words stuck in his throat. Was he scared? He was more confused than anything. The thoughts in his head spun round and round on a carousel, making him dizzy and light headed.

Noah cocked his head, dark eyes surveying every little detail of Will’s face. Will may have only been an inch or two shorter than him, but Noah’s scrutinizing stare made Will feel minuscule, like an ant at the feet of a broad giant. He felt like prey caught in a trap, helpless and awaiting the fate of his captor.

The knife left Will’s chin and he let out a small breath. Noah hooked a finger under Will’s chain and pulled him close. Noah’s dangerous gaze landed on his lips.

“What’s the matter, Will?” Noah spoke lowly, eyes going back to Will’s, “Cat got your tongue?”

Will tried to speak, but couldn’t. Noah closed his fist around the chain, bringing their faces even closer. Involuntarily, his eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by the sudden proximity and arousal rushing to his dick. Noah smirked lightly.

“Care to show me to your room,” he moved his hand around to the nape of Will’s neck, tugging the chain until it softly pressed into his throat, “or should I take you in the middle of your living room?”

The warmth of Noah’s breath fanning over his lips made Will shiver. He took a staggered step back and Noah followed. Noah released the hold on Will’s chain just enough for him to turn around and then grabbed again, yanking him flush to his chest. A soft gasp left Will’s mouth.

“You’ll be doing a lot of that.” Noah’s lips grazed Will’s ear.

Noah pressed his hips against Will, the large bulge confined in his pants begging to be freed. Will took another step towards his room. Noah’s constricting grasp made his steps difficult.

With every step, he felt Noah’s bulge grinding against his ass. When Will tried to wiggle from his grasp—not because he didn’t like the feel of Noah against him, but because he couldn’t walk properly—Noah was quick to yank him back, causing them both to still. His chain dug into his throat.

Noah ghosted his lips over Will’s ear again, his breath red hot on his skin.

“They say animals can smell fear,” Noah trailed his mouth to Will’s neck, inhaling deeply. “You don’t smell afraid. You smell… Nervous.”

It took every ounce of strength Will had to contain his moan when Noah kissed his neck.

“Shy.”

Kiss.

Will took a big gasp of air when he felt his chain drop back to its original place—only to immediately hold it again when he felt the sharp edge of the knife take its place. Noah freely ran his unoccupied hand over Will’s torso, savoring the accelerated beat of his heart. His shirt did little to cover the heat of his gentle fingers massaging across and down his chest to the hem of his shirt. He gasped another breath, the blade pressing more into his throat.

Noah slipped his hand under Will’s shirt and palmed over his stomach. Will screwed his eyes shut. He desperately needed to breathe, his head was starting to hurt and feel fuzzy. Noah took his time exploring Will’s soft and warm skin. He pressed his fingertips into his flesh, relishing in the way Will struggled not to wiggle.

The blade flattened, allowing Will to finally fill his lungs fully. His chest heaved with every glorious breath. Noah chuckled lightly, splaying his hand and pushing the ball of his palm firmly to his sternum, dragging it all the way down his stomach and stopping just at the waistband of his joggers. A tiny, involuntary noise sounded from Will—something that delighted Noah tremendously—when he dipped his fingers in his pants.

He hummed and gently nipped his ear, eliciting another sound.

“At this rate, you may have to show me your room another time.” Noah husked, slipping his hand fully in Will’s pants and boxer briefs.

Will tried to not make the pathetic whimper he did when Noah gripped his cock, but fuck. His whole hand wrapped around his length and his touch was electric.

“I have my hands full here, Will. Can you do me a favor and push your pants down?”

Still confined in his grasp, his hands shook as he obeyed Noah’s command. He couldn’t get them all the way off, but he was exposed enough to be comfortable and free.

Noah breathed on his nape. “Such a good, pretty boy.”

The praise made Will’s cock twitch. Noah’s lips curved. He grabbed Will’s jaw and angled his head back. The knife’s handle rested on his cheek, the metal cold on his fiery skin. Will saw the blade through the corner of his eye. His breaths were staggered and heavy. He felt light headed.

“Was is pretty boy,” Noah said, tightening his grip on Will’s cock, “or good boy that made you swoon?”

Will moaned, loud and needy, as Noah started stroking him. His hands flexed at his sides, hopelessly seeking something to latch onto. Noah rotated his wrist, delicately twisting soft and slow up and down his shaft. Will sucked his lips between his teeth, head lulling back and resting in the crook of Noah’s neck. His fingers grazed the bottom of his tip. A whole body shudder rippled through his body, from toes to ears. Noah ran the pad of his thumb over his head. Litanies of soft, barely muffled whimpers littered Will’s labored breathing.

“Listen to you,” Noah said, his voice low and deep. “All whiny and whimpering. Where’s that demon from the songs?”

He continued to tease the head of Will’s aching hard cock, his long, slender fingers delicately stroking and smearing precum into the sensitive skin. Noah pressed light repeated kisses below Will’s ear, trailing down his neck then back up to his ear. He thrusted into Noah’s touch when he started moving again, his grip firm and steady. Noah’s hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed, the handle of the knife pressing harshly against his Adam’s apple.

The hand on his cock traveled further south and softly fondled his balls. Will melted into Noah, choking on a groan and the hand around his neck. Pressure built in his head and it felt like it was going to explode. His mouth hung open, fruitlessly trying to gasp for air. As Will noticed his consciousness starting to falter, he grabbed Noah’s hand in a desperate act.

Noah released his throat, and Will filled his aching lungs with as much air as he could. Oxygen never tasted so sweet. His gasping breaths blended with pleasure as Noah started jerking him again.

Noah brought the knife to his tip, gently rubbing the cold metal against the hypersensitive skin. Whatever lingering fear he may have had melted away.

“Fuck. Shit.”

Will whined, prompting Noah to quicken his pace. Will’s body tensed as a familiar knot formed in his gut. He matched Noah’s rhythm, thrusting in time to his strokes, eagerly chasing climax.

“That’s a good boy,” Noah praised, planting his lips on his neck, “Cum for me, pretty boy. Show me how good you can be.”

The praise snapped Will’s resolve and he came with a forceful, strained moan. One of his hands searched for Noah’s hair and gave the soft brown locks a tug. Noah groaned along with him, shamelessly grinding his erection against his ass. Slowly, he pumped Will through his orgasm, draining every last ounce of semen and every little sound he could.

“Pretty little demon crumbling at being called a good boy.” Noah kissed his cheek.

He pulled the knife away from Will’s cock and brought it to their faces. Will could see his seed.

“Open.”

Will obeyed. Noah delicately put the blade to his tongue and wiped it clean.

“You’re so good.” Noah reached for the hand still tangled in his hair. “Do you want to be even better for me?”

“Yes.” Will nodded, the word a hoarse whisper in his lips.

He had no idea what he agreed to, but he quickly found out when Noah twisted his arm behind his back and placed his hand on his bulge. Hot breath and throaty groans spread over his nape as Noah guided his hand where he wanted. Will curved his fingers, molding them around Noah and took it upon himself to grope and feel prideful in how hard he made him.

Will inched his fingers higher to Noah’s waistband, only to be stopped. Noah turned him around and grasped his jaw. Eyes saturated in lust and desire stared back at him, drenching him in equal lascivious need. Will reached for Noah’s crotch and groped him once more. He rutted into Will’s touch, his head lulling back and chest heaving.

“Are you proud of what you’ve done to me?” Noah’s voice was breathless. Will responded by tightening his grip and attaching his mouth to his neck.

His skin was just as warm as his and subtly damp with sweat. An airy swear escaped Noah. His own joggers did little to hide the twitching of his erection. Will licked along the base of Noah’s neck, making him shiver. A large hand settled at the back of Will’s skull with snaking fingers in his curls. His head was harshly ripped away from Noah.

“I have something else to keep your mouth busy.”

Noah smiled, intense ferocity sparking in his dark eyes. Will tried to hide the lick of his lip.

“On your knees,” he demanded softly, pocketing Will’s knife.

Hair still tight in Noah’s grasp, Will kneeled before him and was met with an approving hum.

“I love how obedient you are.”

The way Noah gazed down at him ignited a fire so bright and hot inside his chest, he feared he’d combust. He wanted to be so good for him, be everything he wanted or needed.

Noah affectionately scratched his scalp, soaking in the sight of him melting and becoming malleable. He angled Will’s face to his aching cock and pressed his mouth to his bulge. He could feel his warm breath through the fabric of his joggers. Noah was embarrassingly close to blowing early, and as hot as Will mouthing him like a desperate slut was, he’d much rather empty his load down his throat.

He pulled Will off him, momentarily missing the obscene image, but the quiet little whimper he let out made it all the better. He made quick work of his pants, shoving them down enough for his dick to spring free. Noah inhaled a shaky breath as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock and pumped tentatively. If he lasted more than ten seconds in Will’s mouth, he’d consider it a miracle.

Will salivated, patiently waiting Noah’s command, eager to taste and feel just how much of a mouthful Noah was. Precum dribbled from his tip, taunting him.

“Show me what else your mouth can do, Will.” Noah rasped, bringing Will back to his crotch.

A low, guttural moan rumbled deep in his chest as he slid between Will’s lips into his warm, wet mouth. Will swirled tongue around his tip, licking up every drop of precum. Noah watched with heavy infatuation as Will hollowed his cheeks and took half of his cock before choking, the sound music to his ears. He tugged his hair, delighting in the vibration of Will’s groan.

He fought the urge to ram entirely down Will’s throat, letting him choke and gag at his own pace, each time taking more and more of him. Will pulled off of Noah with a pop, then slowly licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Noah scrunched his eyes closed and bit down on his tongue in an attempt to keep from losing his mind.

Will dropped his jaw, almost taking his entire cock in one agonizingly slow motion. He choked once more, further fraying the knot holding Noah together.

“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.” Noah sighed.

He started thrusting along with Will’s bobbing head. His breathing faltered the faster Will moved. Noah struggled to keep his rhythm. His mind went blank when Will tenderly cupped his balls and grabbed hold of what cock didn’t fit in his mouth.

The knot broke free when he looked down at Will, so pretty and perfect on his knees, so willing and eager to give Noah his release— his soft brown eyes gazing back at him, clouded with lust. His mouth hung open and his brows furrowed with pleasure and ecstasy surging through his body.

Will hummed as Noah’s cock twitched and spilled his seed in his mouth. He would have happily stayed here forever, sucking the very life and soul from Noah if he let him.

When Noah could take no more, he pulled Will off, chest heaving and gasping for air. Will was equally out of breath.

“Fuck,” was all Noah muttered, stuffing himself back in his joggers.

Pins and needles stuck Will’s legs as he stood. Noah gave him a lopsided smirk and ran a hand through his tousled hair. He hooked a finger under Will’s chain and gently pulled him close.

“Guess you’ll have to show me your room another time.” Voice still drenched in seduction, Noah ghosted over Will’s mouth, his smirk growing wider as Will tried to capture his lips.

He wanted to kiss him so bad, but enjoyed teasing him far too much.

Noah stepped away quickly, causing Will to stumble. He felt his eyes burning into the back of his skull and smiled to himself. He shrugged his coat back on, opting to leave his mask behind in a silent gesture for Will to call. The knife in his pocket jostled. For a moment he thought about giving it back, but decided to keep it—at least until he got his mask back.

Noah opened the front door then turned the lock. He glanced back at Will with faux innocence and smiled.

“Need to make sure the door is locked. Wouldn’t want someone waltzing in unannounced, would you?”

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DRUMMER BOY MATT

Friendly reminder that, even though they haven’t been active since 2021, Matt is the drummer for Bloodline.

Also - I miss Bloodline. I still hate that the pandemic took away my chances to see them play live on the KABA tour.

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Unveiled Hearts-Matt Dierkes x OFC: coming soon.

Matt and Faye still can’t confess their feelings for each other. Crossing the line from friends to lovers could change the dynamics of the tour of the Concrete Jungle. An accidental kiss reveals the truth hidden behind small smiles and laughter. They both know that the smart thing would be to forget it ever happened. But some kisses are so spectacular that they change everything.

Ok I have no idea when this will be posted. It will be a one shot/possibly a two parter depending on how long I write it. Tags are open so shoot me a message or comment on here if you're interested!

Y'all finally talked me into writing a Matt fic.

@thescarlettvvitch

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Is it too much to ask to be placed right smack in the middle or …

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Just for Tonight

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x f!reader

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: This is totally a self-indulgent one bed trope and my first official Matt fic. Hope yall enjoy!

Shout out to @the-way-of-words for all the support you give me writing these boys and fueling my unhinged Matt thoughts.

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content 18+ - Minors DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving, digital penetration, overstimulation)

“And you’re positive there are no other rooms available?”

You’ve stood by and watched Matt battle it out with Susan, the graveyard shift receptionist at this Comforts Inn, for the past fifteen minutes. You find yourself here because the bus’s radiator decided to send an explosion of coolant without warning tonight. It was determined that the bus had to be serviced immediately to be operable by noon tomorrow to stick to the tour’s schedule. Left with no choice, because staying on a broken-down bus on the shoulder of a highway was not an option, Matt shuffled everyone off, ordered two Ubers, and sent everyone on their way to the nearest lodging off the interstate.

The universe had dealt a bad hand tonight. Smacked in the middle of a random weekend work convention, you come to find out there are limited rooms available. And with no bookings made in advance, you were shit out of luck. The guys, now scattered throughout the quiet hotel lobby, exhausted from being forced from their bunks, didn’t dare question Matt’s decision-making. The vein pulsing in his forehead might pop just like the bus’s radiator if one of you did.

Susan sighs, scraping whatever patience she has left to deal with him,  “I’m sure—“

He cuts her off, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Can you please check again?”

He already has the answer. Despite the night’s hiccups, she had miraculously found two available rooms for your group, one with two double beds and the other with one double and pull-out couch. Noah, Jolly, and both Nicks agreed that they could pair up together in the first room, leaving you and Matt with the second. 

Her burgundy-painted lips stay in that tight, thin smile, and she doesn’t even bother glancing at her computer screen one last time before answering him, “Sir, I assure you there are no other vacancies left. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. What I can offer is extra linens and bedding for the sofa bed.”

He lets his face fall into his hands and he starts to rub his temples after taking a steadying breath, grumbling with sarcasm layered thick on every word, “Oh, great. Nothing like sleeping on foam-covered metal springs all night. Will do wonders for my back….might as well sleep on the fucking floor.”

“Matt,” you hiss, scolding him while giving Susan an apologetic look.

“What?!” He spits back, shooting you an annoyed glare. You would spare a shred of empathy for him if you hadn’t been at each other’s throats most of this tour. In your head, he thought of you as another member of the crew and not the band, someone who could be easily replaced. He had reached the point where he no longer hid his disdain for you and it was no secret that he had half a nerve to leave you stranded tonight.

“Stop being a dick,” you whisper harshly through your teeth. The night has been nothing but a series of embarrassing events and you desperately needed the refuge of a hotel room. 

Instead of arguing with you, he blows out a heavy sigh and then digs out his wallet from his pocket, pulling out the band’s credit card to hand over. “We’ll take the two rooms, please.”

Susan plucks the metal Amex from his fingers and proceeds with the checking-in process. Relieved with the progress, you meander over to where the guys are sprawled out across the lobby couches to pass the time. 

You plop down in the open seat next to Folio, causing him to stir awake. “The rooms ready?” He asks in a groggy voice, stretching his arms above his head.

 You shake your head, answering, “Not yet. Matt’s finally getting us checked in though.”

He groans through his stretches, blinking the sleep from his tired eyes. “You okay being in a room with him? I can trade—“

“Nah,” you interrupt, waving him off. Your pride, or rather, your stubbornness, didn’t want Matt to see his effect on you.  “It’s okay. I think I can handle Matt for one night,” you laugh to add levity, but Folio's brows pull into a worried expression, revealing his doubt about the situation. “Thanks, though.”

“Alright, guys,” Matt announces, causing everyone to startle with his sudden presence. “You’ll all be in room 116. Here are the room keys,” he explains, passing everyone one of the plastic cards from the envelope for them to keep. “Her and I will be in room 323, which is up on the third floor. If anyone needs anything, shoot me a text. If I don’t respond, I’m dead to the world and you’ll have to fend for yourselves for a few hours. Otherwise, we’ll all meet back here in the morning around nine to see what’s up with the bus.”

The guys nod in agreement as they gather their things and head toward their room for the night. Folio tosses another silent offer to switch but you turn him down and mouth “goodnight”. Without warning, Matt swings his backpack over his shoulder and heads in the direction of the elevator.

The short ascent in the elevator is painfully quiet. It’s nearly one a.m. and small talk is irrelevant. Your clothes are damp from the rain, your feet ache and your eyes are starting to burn with fatigue. Nothing seems more enticing than the hotel bed waiting for you. 

You follow him, standing patiently to the side as he unlocks the door with his room key. The frigid air conditioning blasts you the second you step foot inside, chilling you to the bone instantly. Matt says nothing about the arctic temperature and slings off his bag onto the desk chair to work on setting up the pull-out bed. You sit on the edge of the double bed and watch him wrestle it open. The springs and metal frame creak and groan into place and the look plastered across his face shows he’s less than thrilled about the night of sleep ahead of him. 

“I can sleep on the pull-out,” you offer meekly, hoping it would soften the blow and diminish some of the tension in the room.

“No, it’s fine,” he dismisses, tossing a pillow onto the makeshift bed. He looks at you, asking, “Are you taking a shower?” You shake your head. “Do you mind?”

“No, go ahead.”

He nods, grabbing his bag before taking the bathroom. You use the time alone to go through your own bag, realizing that you didn’t pack another pair of pants to sleep in. You curse at Matt under your breath, blaming him for the rushed packing. The yoga pants you have on are wet from the rain, and there’s no way you’re going to sleep in the jeans that you brought. You shrug off your damp sweatshirt, unhook your bra, and change into one of the band tees from your bag.

Goosebumps rise across your exposed skin, sending you on the search for the thermostat. You find it in the corner, hidden behind a plastic lock box that needs a maintenance key to access. 

“What asshole set this to 60 degrees?!” You huff, throwing your arms in frustration. You could call, but you take the defeat on the chin because of how late it is. And you aren’t about to ask Matt to do it. You choose to just scroll on your phone while you wait for the bathroom to brush your teeth. Several minutes pass until the door finally opens and Matt walks out. He’s still dressed in his sweats, but his hair is now wet and combed through.

You sneak into the bathroom and finish your routine quickly to see that he’s already tucked beneath the covers and tapping away on his phone when you come out. Thinking he’s distracted, you hang up your sweatshirt on a hanger to dry before slipping off your wet yoga pants. 

He studies your actions in silent judgment before looking back to his phone. “How long are you going to be? I’m really trying to get to sleep soon.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “It’s such a relief knowing my existence is a burden to you.”

You hear him sigh, “Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass all the time?”

The irony is amusing, making you let out a small giggle, “Oh, I see you’re having a moment of self-reflection.”

You turn to see that he’s watching you. You’re still pantless, but the black cotton briefs are less than sexy or revealing. There’s nothing sexual about the moment.

It’s Matt for fuck’s sake.  

Yet, you catch his stolen glance at your ass. He coughs to clear his throat, meeting your eyes, “What is it that you’re doing?”

“Are you going to wear that dumb hat to bed?”

His expression twists into one of confusion.“What?”

“I thought we were taking turns asking stupid questions,” you quip back. He just stares at you, more impressed than angry. You’ve left him speechless — no sarcastic remarks thrown your way. Where was your journal to write this down when you needed it? “My clothes are wet from the rain.”

“Did you not bring another set of clothes?”

“Just jeans.”

“Why…okay,” he trails off, shaking his head as if to get rid of the condescending remark that’s probably loading in his brain. “Do you want to borrow my pants?”

The gesture throws you off. He’s not one to go out of his way to show kindness to you. You’re immediately suspicious, asking, “Are they clean?”

“The ones I have on?”

“I don’t want to put on pants that have had your dirty junk all on them. Ball sweat and everything.” You respond, disgusted. You nearly laugh saying it, but the last thing you want to do is take him up on the offer. 

“I’m sorry… what?” He scoffs, pausing for a moment to process what you just said before adding, “Do you think my balls are just out—you know what, never mind.” He runs his hands over his face, forgetting that his hat is on his head, knocking it off. Annoyed, he tosses it off to the side and flips over to face away from you. 

The little bout of attitude from him almost makes you giggle. You half-expected him to flip you the bird through the exchange. After waiting a moment to see if he’ll say anything else, you decide to slip under the blankets of the double bed. 

“Goodnight, Matt,” you call out in a sweet voice before switching the bedside lamp off, casting the room in darkness.

“Night,” he mumbles back, leaving no room for more conversation. 

While you deal with the anxiety of being in a foreign room in a city you don’t know— with a man you don’t care for — and the looming thoughts about what the next day will look like, the cold air pumping into the room is a larger battle. You can’t decide if rubbing your legs together creates enough friction for heat, or if laying perfectly in a curled-up ball still will conserve it better. It becomes a mental game at a certain point, and the sleep you eventually find is not a deep one. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you feel a dip in the mattress and the shifting of body weight toward you. The covers are pulled away, waking you. “What are you doing?!” You snap, scooching to get away from him. 

He holds you down by your arm, stopping you from moving. You go rigid, stiffening at his touch. “Relax,” he instructs sternly but lets you go. “I’m just trying to warm you up. I can hear your teeth chattering from over there. I couldn’t get any fucking sleep.”

“Glad to know you’re still worried about yourself,” you state dryly. 

“Would you stop? I can go back over there if you want…”

“No, it’s okay.” You’re so cold your body is starting to ache, and this might be your only reprieve.

“Lay still.” He shimmies in closer but still not enough to touch you. It doesn’t take long for you to feel his body heat radiating off of him. While you and Folio have quite a platonic friendship, you could have begged him for a snuggle if it meant keeping you warm. With Matt, you didn’t know where the boundary stands. 

His proximity is distracting. You’re highly aware of your own body, and how consistent and normal your breathing is. It’s nearly impossible to relax knowing he’s lying beside you. You lay in silence, desperate for more of his warmth, but a shiver rolls through you — one that he notices. 

“You still cold?” He asks quietly. You nod, curling the duvet tighter around yourself. He turns onto his side and slides in close until he’s essentially spooning you. You might have fought it more, but you’re impressed with how easily his body fits with yours when he slots his leg between your thighs. He pulls you in tighter by draping his arm across your midsection with a blanket acting as a barrier. “Better?”

You can’t recall a time when you’ve even hugged him, and you doubt if there’s been a moment where you showed any physical affection toward him at all. Now you have your ass pressed against his crotch and his face buried in your hair. 

But you’re comfortable. Really comfortable. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum while your mind reels with how intimate this is. You fixate on how each of his sleepy breaths feels against you, how his long limbs are intertwined with yours, how warm his body is wrapped around you. 

You shift your body, nestling into the heat. It’s a mindless act, driven by the desire to warm yourself. You don’t even realize what you’re doing until you feel his hand grasp your bare hip.

”If you don’t stop wiggling your ass on me I’m going to pop a boner,” he warns matter-of-factly. While you can’t see it, you hear that smirk of his through the words. 

You flush with embarrassment from him catching you, snipping defensively, “I did not.” 

Which is a lie. 

You didn’t want to admit that you were definitely grinding yourself against him. The soft material of his sweatpants just feels so good on your bare skin, and you can’t help but notice how his groin fits so perfectly pressed into your ass.

To save face, you try to mock him, “Who the fuck says boner anyway? What are you, thirteen?”

He chuckles at the poor excuse of an insult, sending the throaty sound across your exposed ear. His hand hasn’t left your hip, resting there until you decide to shrug it off. You don’t. Your mind is busy thinking about his dick now. Curiosity around it has visited you before, but that part of his life has been locked up tight. 

After fighting your attempt to fall asleep for the last fifteen minutes, it burrows its way back into your consciousness, and soon your body starts to betray you while your thoughts become more and more depraved. You clench your thighs together in need, soaking your underwear just thinking about him. Realizing he’s not going to make the first move, you stretch back, pushing your ass into him with more purpose. He groans your name and squeezes your hip, rolling his own with your movements.

You feel the heavy twitch of his cock, but there’s some hesitancy from him, so he pauses. You shift your hips again, grinding into his lap to make your intentions clearer. He presses his fingers into your waist and drives his hard length against the curve of your ass. The pressure takes your breath away, forcing a moan free from your lips. 

Feeling emboldened, you wrap your hand around his, noticing how masculine his fingers feel under yours, and take it from its place on your hip. You slowly guide it up your body, slipping it under your t-shirt to lay it on your breast.

He shudders a breath the moment his hand makes contact with your supple skin, “Are you sure?”

It’s a loaded question, heavy with implications you can’t even begin to process. Logic should talk you out of it, but you’ve come this far and crossed over enough lines that there might be no going back. You want him— want to feel him fuck you.

You nod, answering, “Yes.”

He gives your tit a firm squeeze in his palm, circling your hardening nipple with a brush of his fingertips. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Matt,” you plead, turning your head to him, surprising yourself with how easily his name slips out. “Please.”

Within a split second, his lips crash into yours. He’s not gentle about the way he kisses you, nipping hard enough at your bottom lip to make you hiss from the sting. The bite seems fueled by the remaining annoyance he has for you, but it allows him to slide his tongue into your open mouth. You meet it with your own, letting him take the lead. There’s impatience in the heady kiss, but with the care to explore you for the first time. You quickly notice how much he uses his tongue, slipping it teasingly across yours. You catch hints of his mint toothpaste mixing with the taste of him. The way his soft lips match the movements of yours impresses you — makes you needy for more. 

His open hand has been rubbing across your chest, but then starts traveling down your stomach until he meets the waistband of your panties. His fingers skirt along the ticklish path of skin between your hips, making you squirm under his touch. His fingers roam over your covered core, feeling the damp fabric clinging between your thighs.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he sighs dreamily, diving his hand beneath your panties. He dips his middle finger through your folds, coating it in your slick. Shocked by how effortlessly it slips over your clit, a curse falls from his lips, “Holy shit.” 

“Oh my god,” you whine, grabbing his wrist to shamelessly buck into his palm for more. His following groan is buried in your neck, and he starts rutting against your ass for any source of friction. He circles his middle finger teasingly around your entrance before pushing it inside you. 

That’s when it starts to hit you. Here you are. Laying on a random hotel bed with Matt fingering you in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t have believed it in a million years if someone told you, and you hate how fucking good it feels.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he breathes, slipping another in to curl against your g-spot. You hear it — the lewd sounds of your wetness around his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

You try to stay quiet, but your pitchy curses fill the room anyway. He retrieves his hand, but before you can complain about how empty you feel, he brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you off of them. “You taste fucking amazing, baby,” he hums, and the use of a pet name makes your head spin. He then hooks the band of your underwear and rips them off to slot himself between your legs. 

He balances his weight on an elbow and hitches one of your knees around his waist, lifting your hips for the perfect angle. You can’t see in the pitched black room, but you can feel him reach into his sweatpants to pull himself free. His breathing suddenly changes while his knuckles brush your soaked pussy with every stroke of his fist.

“Hurry, Matt. I can’t wait any longer,” you beg, reaching for him, sounding more pathetic than ever as you clench around nothing. He lets go of himself and takes your hand, bringing it to his waiting cock. You wrap your fingers around him, instantly realizing how big he truly is when they don’t meet. “Oh,” you gasp in shock even if his ego starts to make a little more sense now. You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Of course you have a huge dick.”

He huffs a laugh, but the sound evolves into a moan when you start to move your hand along his length. He’s so warm — suede-soft to the touch. It doesn’t last. You memorize what you can before he takes control, replacing your hand with his own. He sends the tip of his cock across your clit before he lines himself with your entrance. He stalls, sensing the anxiety in your body, and waits for you to relax.

“You ready?” He asks, revealing a new softness in his voice. 

“Yeah,” you answer, granting him permission to finally push himself inside you.

He’s careful stretching you out inch-by-inch through shallow thrusts until bottoming out completely. He rolls forward, nudging himself against your cervix, propelling a moan from your lungs. 

He grunts a curse, “Oh fuck, you feel good.” You search for his face in the dark, cupping it between your palms. If you could see his expression, you might’ve been too nervous to do so. You imagine it instead, letting the pad of your thumb sweep across his swollen bottom lip. He nips at the thin skin of your wrist before placing a kiss on your pulse point.  After needing the moment to adjust and for him to collect himself, he starts moving again, finding a steady rhythm within seconds. Despite his impressive size, he glides through the tight walls of your pussy wrapping around him.

Your restless hands have a mind of their own, roaming across the expanse of his back. You feel the muscles working and flexing with each deliberate thrust, and you realize he’s more toned than you expected as you explore his strong shoulders. 

He picks up his pace, and your coherent thoughts crumble apart. You’re not the most vocal in bed, but he’s changing that for you tonight. Cries and whimpers tumble from your open mouth, and there’s no doubt that they can be heard through the paper-thin hotel walls.

“You sound much prettier when you’re being fucked,” Matt teases against the shell of your ear, cooing sweetly, “Not so fucking annoying.”

“Yeah, and it’s better when you’re using your dick instead of your mouth.”

He nips at your ear before sucking at the vulnerable spot tucked behind it. The sensation is so overwhelming that you can’t bring yourself to care about the fushia-colored mark he’s creating. He soothes the sting with a roll of his warm tongue, responding with a confident lilt, “We’ll see about that.”

He shifts his weight, allowing space for his hand to snake between you. He finds your clit, circling over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tremble from the contact, clutching onto him. He draws patterns over it with a feather-light touch, matching the movements of his hips to his fingers. 

It must be magic because the heat of your orgasm builds rapidly inside your belly. Your mind tends to wander during sex, but all you can focus on is him. He doesn’t allow your thoughts to drift, alternating between shallow half-thrusts and plunging deep, filling you completely. You chase the feeling, hoping that it never ends.

“Come on. Cum for me. I know you’re close,” he pants into the crook of your neck. The words stick to your tacky skin, and you worry how addicted you’ll become to it. “Be good for me.”

“Matt,” you whimper, balling his long hair within your fist. You’re trying to hold on as long as you can, but you’re teetering right on the edge. 

“Say it again,” he demands, slowing his fingers on your clit as a weak threat. “Say my name when you cum on my cock.”

“Please, Matt. You feel s-so g-good,” you stammer, clouded by your daze. He rewards you by picking up the speed again, and with a final thrust of his cock and fingers passing over your clit, you unravel in seconds. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing so good.” He praises while fucking you through your climax, dragging out each pump of his cock so you both feel everything. His efforts only go so far, and when it becomes too much and he starts to falter, he rushes to sit up and withdraw himself from inside you. Through his string of hushed curses and your name, you feel the warmth of his cum spilling down your cunt with each pump of his hand. 

You lay as still as you can, distracted by the pounding of your heart and the raggedness of your breaths. Thinking that he’s run to the bathroom for a hand towel, he surprises you by crawling down your body instead. He creates a path of open-mouthed kisses across your belly, letting his tongue trail behind them. Settled between your shaking legs, he licks a languid stripe up your center, cleaning his release from your flushed skin. 

Rattled with overstimulation, your hands dive into his hair. You don’t mean to pull as hard as you do, but he just groans in response as he holds your bucking hips down into the mattress. It would be torturous if it didn’t feel so heavenly. It’s consuming and dangerous, as if taking another shot when you’re already intoxicated. You’re drunk off the crushed velvet feeling of his tongue worshiping your pussy, a sinful, gluttonous sensation that almost makes you angry that you didn’t feel it before you came. 

“Matt!” you cry out of desperation. He doesn’t let you go — no matter how hard you yank at his hair or clench your thighs around his face. He’s determined to punish you, dragging you through another blinding orgasm without granting you an ounce of control. “Oh my god!”

The sound you let out is loud and primal. Once he feels you come down, he loosens his grip on your thighs and laughs, sending the heat of his breath across you. After a few chaste kisses, he makes his way back up the bed and lays beside you, catching his breath. 

“Shut up.”

He barks a laugh, causing the mattress to shake, “I didn’t say anything!”

You force yourself to sit up knowing if you don’t go to the bathroom now, you won’t bother. Shimmying to the edge of the bed, you throw your verbal jab over your shoulder, “Your thoughts are loud as fuck, you cocky bastard.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his bright phone screen before you step into the bathroom. You flip on the light, startling yourself with your reflection. You look fucked out with how tangled your hair is, but you decide that’s a problem for the morning.

“The guys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one.”

“I swear to god, if you say one word to them, I’m smothering you in your sleep,” you warn, cringing at the thought of their reactions. Sure enough, a hickey is forming on your neck behind your ear. You curse at him under your breath and rub the splotchy skin with your fingers as if it will help, wincing at how tender it already feels. 

“They are going to take one look at us tomorrow and just know.”

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For You? Never-Matt Dierkes

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

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.”

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Could you possibly do a NSFW mood board for Matt? ♡♡

slay matt

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New Matt Photos:

Thanks Bryan!

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Soo I've been thinking about Matt a lot recently and when you look Matt Dierkes up on tiktok, there are some older videos of him playing the drums and he doesn't have arms, he has ARMS🫠 but, I'd like to request for a headcanon monday something with protective Matt. When I see how he is protective of his friends online, can you imagine how he would be in real life with his gf?🥹 maybe at a show some scene with violent fan or something? I'll leave the plot up to you🥰

Matt's eyes were watching your back intently as you were dealing with throwing a rowdy group of guys out of the venue.

You, along with Ash, helped out as security for Bad Omens shows. Ash gave you extensive training and you'd shown more than once you could handle yourself.

But tonight, as Bad Omens performed, the crowd was insane and causing problems; more specifically, the group of guys that were hanging in front of Matt's sound desk.

"You guys need to leave," you ordered to one of the guys; a tall metalhead male who thought they ran the crowd.

The man snorted. "I'd like to see you try, baby. With those dainty hands, I wouldn't want you to break a nail."

This outburst caused Bad Omens to stop the show and Noah looked on with not only aggravation but a careful eye; since you were his little sister.

Matt was gripping the edge of the sound desk, wanting so badly to get involved but you've stated many times that you could handle yourself.

"The three of you have been drinking all night and I've got you guys multiple times putting your hands on women. You need to leave, now!" You pointed to the exit of the venue.

The tall metal head grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. "Kiss for the road?"

Matt saw red and hopped over the sound desk to rip the guy away from you, shielding you behind his back.

"She's asked you nicely twice. I, on the other hand, won't. Get the fuck out now," Matt sneered.

You peered over Matt's shoulder and placed your hands on his hips, knowing he had a temper sometimes when it came to protecting the ones he loved; especially you, his wife.

The man stepped up to Matt, and suddenly Noah's voice echoed through the speakers.

"I'd suggest you rethink that. Matt isn't a fighter, my younger sister is though and she'll knock you on your ass before you even touch her husband."

Smirking over Matt, you motioned to the rowdy guys. "Consider yourself blacklisted from Bad Omens shows."

Spitting at our feet, the guy with his friends were eventually led out of the crowd by Ash and another guard; the crowd cheered that the show could continue.

Matt spun on his heels to look over you. "Are you alright?"

You bit your lip, remembering the way he literally jumped over the sound desk to come to your aid. It caused a fire low in your gut but you sighed knowing you couldn't do anything about it until after the show.

"Remind me to thank my hero later," you mused while kissing his lips before slipping back into the crowd to return to your post.

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okay so @as-above-so-below1000 sent me a post and some thoughts and it had triggered some Noah brain rot. plz enjoy these thoughts. this is fucking filthy, sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Noah who doesn’t like to think about how you come undone on any toy when he’s gone, because only he’s supposed to make you do that. so when you mention you need to get off to him a day before he gets home, he’s kinda fuming. he’s gonna play it cool though. he’ll ask to see how well the dildo fits in your cunt just because he “misses the way you take him”. but really he’s scheming. he’s planning a way to show you, he’s better than the toys you have.

Noah who texts you when he leaves the airport to be naked in bed when he gets home, because he has to have a taste.

Noah who walks in his room to see that stupid fucking toy on the nightstand where you left it last night and all plans go out the window, because now he’s just mad. so ya know what he does? he grabs the dildo off the nightstand before setting himself between your legs.

Noah who tells you to close your eyes, before he’s running the toy through your folds just so he can hear the whine fall from your mouth. “What’s wrong bunny? Thought you loved this thing?”

Noah who teases your hole, until you’re begging him to do something. “I usually like hearing you beg for me, but I think this is just slutty. Don’t you? begging me to fuck you with a toy, when i’m right here. it’s a shame really, i was real excited to feel you squeezing me.”

Noah who finally pushes the toy inside you, only to hear you mumble “not enough.” Just to flip you over, and shove your head into the pillow.

Noah who teases your asshole with this thumb while he’s slowly fucking you with your dildo.

Noah who gets you so close to the edge, just to push his thumb into your tight hole and hear you moan out “oh god.”

Noah who smirks down at you, “that’s it, baby. why don’t you pray to your god. why don’t you beg him for forgiveness?”

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okay so theoretically,,, idek if Matt smokes but i can’t stop thinking abt like,, fwb!Matt who shares his weed but only if you earn it. getting you to ride his thigh, praising you for being so good for him. talking you through it, one hand on your hip to guide you, the other pulling up your shirt so he can leave marks across your chest. he doesn’t even care if you’re making a mess on his pants, they can be washed, but the memory of you getting yourself off, using him to come undone? he could die a happy man

i am simply perishing

girl i’m fucking DEAD over this thought

i’m sorry i’m a sucker for fwb to lovers so don’t mind me

CW: poorly written smut, mentions of drug use (just weed but still), pet names, kinda filthy language, a lil bit of daddy kink bc Matt is in fact daddy. sorry LOL, no actual p in v smut just me rambling really and poorly written smutty themes (im trying bro)

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but maybe there was a rule of no kissing. kissing equals feelings ya know? so that’s the big rule. like he doesn’t mind kissing your neck down to your chest, but the face? off limits. until today. he’s tired of hiding how feels. he just wants you to be his. he’s tired of people staring at you when you’re in public and his friends making comments about how hot you are. he knows it all. he knows he said no strings attached, but after a year of sleeping together and hanging out all the time he couldn’t help it. so when he woke up that morning and sent you the “hey, wanna come smoke with me?” text, he knew something was gonna happen. he knew he was either reading the situation wrong and this was gonna end the relationship or he was not reading the situation wrong and he’s gonna walk away with a partner.

he was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard his front door open and saw you walk in. “hey dollface.” he smiled towards you. “hi Matty” you blushed his way. you'd think after everything you two had done you wouldn't be so nervous around the man in front of you. You couldn't help it. after the year you've really gotten to know Matt, you couldn't help but feel a certain way. you couldnt help but want to make him happy, you lived to hear his praise. whether that's in his bedroom or around all your friends. you just wanted him to be proud of you. to look at you like you were the only person around, but he said at the very beginning "no strings, honey. you can do that right?" and as much as it hurt to know at any moment he could call it quits, you were just happy to have him in some capacity.

Matt was in front of you with his hands on your waist before you had time to get out of your head. "I have a preroll with your name on it, if you want it of course. you know I'll never force you into it." you chuckled a little, "have I ever told you no before?" he pulled your face to his, lips brushing against yours ever so gently. "never, cause you're my good girl huh?" you nodded against his lips. too scared that if you spoke, he'd move away from you. scared that maybe you were imagining his lips against yours. like this was all some dream. it wasn't until Matt closed the slight gap between the two of you that you realized he was doing this. he broke his rule. there were strings, pulling you to each other and this was proof.

Matt was pulling you towards his couch while his mouth was on yours and his hands traveling down your body until he landed on your ass. he pulled away for a spilt second, just long enough to fall back and pat his lap, signaling you to have a seat. you crawled into his lap, your legs on either side of him. he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your lips before he spoke up. "I want you, no. I need you to show me something. can you do that for me baby?" nodding, you said "anything you want Matt." "I need you to show me how badly you need me. I need to know how you feel. I need to feel you make a mess all over my pants. I need you to show me what you need."

His hands were on your hips, guiding you against his thigh. "come on, baby. need to hear how good you feel. how good I'm making you feel. when I'm not even inside you." whimpering as you picked up speed, chasing a high you were desperate to feel. "daddy.." "oh there she is, come on sweet girl. I know you want to. can you be my best girl? can you give daddy what he wants?" you nodded vigorously. “uh huh. uh huh anything you want.” “that’s a good girl. I know you’re close. give me what I want and i’ll make it worth your while angel.” that was enough to push you over the edge. Matt helped move your hips once he saw your body stutter so he could help you ride out your high. you slowly stopped, leaning your head against Matt’s shoulder trying to catch your breath.

“sweetheart, we gotta talk about some things.” Matt rubbed your back as he spoke. you nodded against him, scared of what he was going to say to you now. “i’d like to take you on a date, kiss you a bunch more times because now that i’ve gotten a taste i don’t think i can go back and hold your hand in public. if you’ll let me of course.” you didn’t answer him, not trusting your voice. you sat up, grabbed the boys face and connected your lips once again.

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i am perfectly normal about them (i’m not)

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Whipped up a lil smutty blurb because he’s been on my mind the last few days. Heavily inspired by a friend of mine who always helps keeps the thoughts rolling.

18+ content below the line. Warnings: oral f!receiving.

There’s no telling what time of day it is. The hours have crept by, drifting off into the distance like your consciousness. Your forgotten cup of coffee that has gone cold and his open energy drinks litter the table. He came in late last night, but you’re not sure when the both of you ventured out into the living room. 

You’re not asleep, however. Keeping your eyes closed; you hear the droning of some home makeover show playing on the TV. Exhaustion robbed the chance of sex from last night, so the brush of his fingers skimming across the waistband of your yoga pants reignites that desire between your thighs. 

His touch. His warmth. 

Your little hum when his fingers detour up your shirt gives away that you’re awake. He plays along, carefully pushing your t-shirt up despite you squirming against him in an attempt to help. He lowers his head, kissing the softness of your tummy, exploring your body to your breasts. 

He licks across your nipple, rolling it into his mouth to feel it harden against his tongue. He doesn’t linger long before giving the other his attention. His movements are careful, as if not to wake you fully. 

While you decide to hang onto your dreamy state, he settles lower on the couch nestled between your legs. The tip of his tongue paints pictures across your bare chest, like delicate brush strokes on a canvas. You focus on his soft lips traveling down, feeling him slide off the couch to kneel on the floor. Between his kisses, he hooks his fingers around the band of your pants and slowly peels them down your legs.

He runs his hands up your thighs, draping them over his broad shoulders. With the time spent apart, you expect him to dive right in, devouring you like this is the last time he’d have you. Yet, he takes his time, teasing you with the intoxicating heat of his breath as he gets closer, causing it to cling to you with every exhale. 

“Matt, please,” you whine, reaching for his hand draped across your stomach.

“I’ll never grow tired of that,” he sighs through a gravelly laugh, revealing the sleepiness in his voice.

He blankets your clit with his tongue, babying it in the safety of his mouth. His soft moans vibrate around the most vulnerable part of you, making you clench your thighs around him. He could make you finish in minutes if he wanted, but he just lets you throb against his flattened tongue while you weave your fingers between his. You squeeze your hand around his, begging him for more.

“Relax, baby. I promise I’ll get you there,” he reassures affectionately. Without complaint, you do as you're told, trusting his choice for the slow climb today. He rewards you by sucking on your clit gently, guiding you closer to your release. 

Even though you think you should be the one spoiling him, you give yourself to him, feeling every featherlight flick of his tongue and every sweet kiss placed on your pussy. You run your fingers through his silken hair that’s slightly damp from his shower and still smelling like his shampoo. 

Your skin prickles with heat as if you’ve been basking in sunlight. You feel like you’re melting into the furniture while your thoughts become fuzzy, like old TV static. You’re overcoming your impatience to have him inside you, treasuring all the little details you’ve missed the last few weeks. 

You open your eyes to see that his eyes are closed. His brows are pulled in concentration, creating that tiny crease between them. All his focus is spent worshiping you— tasting you through lazy rolls of his tongue while making sure to keep you in that perfect spot. It’s only when he pulls away for a breath that you see just how much you’ve soaked his face. His pouty lips are flushed a bright pink, swollen and glistening with your wetness.

He watches those shallow breaths that make your chest rise and fall before flashing a cocky smile but with only admiration swirling in those dark coffee-stained eyes of his. It makes your heart flutter, and you consider yourself lucky to be on the receiving end of it. 

You also realize that he’s still completely clothed in his sweats, adding another layer to the vulnerability and trust you have in him. While the softness of his hoodie against your naked skin is comforting, you yearn for the contact of his body. 

Despite your wishes, he goes on spoiling your clit for what could be hours, making it clear that he’s in no rush. He even ignores your desperate pulls on his hair, fully understanding that you want his fingers inside you. You know him well enough that your hushed whimpers and whispered curses are what’s driving him to do this. Control doesn’t have to be aggressive because you’re simply putty in his hands. 

When you start to shake in his hold, trembling on the precipice of your climax, he asks, “You ready?” 

You whine, nodding your head along with a squeeze of his fingers. He’s edged you so well that just adding the tiniest bit of pressure is the final nudge. The feeling envelopes you as if you were stepping into a large bath, euphoric warmth pooling to every part of your body. It lasts an eternity, a type of out-of-body sensation you’ll never be able to replicate on your own. He rides it out, keeping you suspended in that lust-drunken state for as long as he can.

He breaks away before overstimulation takes over, giving you a chance to recenter, panting, “I fucking love when you cum like that.”

“Holy shit,” you huff, throwing your hands into your face. As he starts to catch his breath, he crawls back onto the couch, spooning you. Even in your daze, you feel his neglected erection through his sweatpants. “Oh, hi,” you tease, hinting at it.

He pulls the blanket over you, laughing, “We’ll get to me.”

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“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.

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“I do not need an assistant,” came the same complaint that Matt had already given the rest of the band multiple times over the course of the last week.

Unfortunately, Matt did need an assistant, so much so that he had been complaining about it for months. The bigger the band got, the more responsibilities hit his plate and the less time he had to work on each responsibility, let alone have time for the occasional problem that occurred. He was stretched thin and the band knew it. Noah had told Matt not to worry, that he would find Matt the perfect assistant and that had been that.

At least until Noah had announced the new hire.

There weren't many people in Virginia that Noah kept in touch with, outside of Ruffilo's family and her. A childhood friend of Noah and Nicholas who was still close enough to both of them that Matt and the band and crew had met her and hung out with her on a multitude of occasions over the years.

Matt knew Noah had a soft spot for y/n - they had met in high school and back then she had been just as enamored with the music industry as Noah and from what Matt knew, she had doubled as photographer and occasional manager for Noah's high school band. (Of course she was also a high school student, so Matt had been put under the impression that Noah and his ex bandmates had paid her in drinks or weed or dinner here and there.) 

She had gone on to work as a tour manager for a few small bands here and there since then and maybe Matt would have been more impressed if he didn't hate her.

“She's extremely professional, you could do a lot worse,” Noah countered Matt's complaint in a tone that said he wasn't going to have this argument again.

Matt persisted, he wasn't the hater king for nothing after all, “she's obnoxious, she's not as good as you think she is, she'll slow me down or get in the way,” he listed off his reasons.

So called ‘boba’ eyes roll as Noah doesn't even make an attempt at hiding his own annoyance towards Matt's complaints. “I don't know what your issue with her is,” he says, pointing a finger in Matt's direction, “but you need to get over it. The decision is made and I'm not going to listen to you hate on my friend the entire time she's under our employment. Which means suck it up.”

And that was that. Case closed, at least in Noah's opinion.

With tour upcoming, Matt had a long list of things that needed to be finalized before they left. Normally it would have taken him days to get through them all but she showed up (and Matt could only describe her as a whirlwind) and took one look at his list and completed more than half in a day.

With ease and professionalism, she finalized hotel rooms across the tour as well as a slew of other things, leaving Matt more angry than relieved. She made his job easier while simultaneously making it all look too easy.

“What's with that scowl?” she asked, smacking him in the face with a pen in what he could only assume was her attempt at being silly. “If you want, I can pick up lunch while you finish your half of the list?”

The pen is yanked from her hand and tossed aside, hitting the floor with a clack and although it was a relatively quiet noise, it felt all too loud in the sudden silence between them. There was an intensity in Matt's eyes that she hadn't before noticed. He suddenly seemed to loom over her, as if his anger had made him taller but she was used to tantrums and shitty people, it came with the territory of working in the industry and so she held her ground, meeting his gaze with an unblinking stare.

The silence remained for a good 30 seconds as neither of them said anything, each waiting for the other to back down and break the silence first. She wasn't afraid, at least not of Matthew Dierkes, he was all talk and no walk, and she knew it. And he knew she knew.

“You should quit,” he says finally, breaking the silence between them with quiet words filled with anger. “I don't want you here.”

“Too bad, throw this small dick syndrome tantrum elsewhere because we both know I'm doing a good job,” and with that, she spun around on her heel and walked away, head high and without a glance back in his direction to see whether or not the words had stung him.

He didn't want to admit it or even think about what it meant for him, but her attitude and crude remark, paired with that cleat confidence went straight to his dick.

The thought of her plagued his mind. He ran and re-ran her every word in his head, again and again as he laid in bed that night. He fell asleep to thoughts of her and those thoughts turned into dreams.

Dreams that woke Matt up in the middle of the night, his cock straining against his boxers as precum made a small wet patch over the fabric. He palmed his erection through his boxers, half asleep and thinking of her and how she stood up to him. He pushed his boxers down his thighs, just enough to free his cock before spitting into his palm.

It didn't take much - just a few strokes over his cock before he was shooting ropes of cum over his stomach and chest. 

“Fuckin’ Y/N,” he murmured.

Gear and suitcases and everything in between had been loaded onto the bus and band and crew had chosen their bunks. Matt wasn't exactly sure how it happened but he had a sneaking suspicion that Noah had been involved, but Matt had ended up with the bunk beneath Y/N's. His suspicions were immediately confirmed by a wink from the frontman and Matt had a moment of fear, wondering if somehow Noah had found out about Matt's late night masturbation session and who exactly he had been getting off to.

He shook those thoughts from his head because as weird as Noah could sometimes be, he definitely wasn't a mind reader.

“Uh-oh, Matt, looks like we're bunked close together. Hope that doesn't cause you to have a piss party,” she stated, tossing her bag into her bunk.

“The shits a piss party?” he grumbled back, immediately back to his hater self. “You say the stupidest shit. Fuck, you're so annoying.”

Jolly, from his own bunk, nodded solemnly at Matt. “I've had a piss party,” he stated and then proceeded not to elaborate further and Matt wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

As the weeks crept by, Matt became more and more agitated. He couldn't deny that Noah had been right about Y/N being a good assistant tour manager. No matter what kind of shit was flung at her, she handled it quickly and professionally which ultimately made Matt's job easier. 

He tried to find things to nitpick and reasons to be mad, but he failed. Her time working as a tour manager for other, smaller bands, had given her plenty of experience and the very few times that she came up lacking or un-knowledgeable, she proved to be a quick learner.

As much as he hated to admit it, she was the proverbial yin to his yang.

“Hey, Matt,” her voice knocked him out of his thoughts about her and he turned to face her. They'd just finished loading the last of their gear back up and the band had dispersed to figure out their dinner situations. “Let's go get dinner,” she continued and then gave him a mischievous grin. “You're paying since you've been eye-fucking me for the last hour.”

“I have not,” he denied, immediately following after her as she began walking in some direction, clearly having an idea of where she wanted them to get dinner. “You are so fucking full of yourself, you know?”

“Yeah, because I'm the fucking shit,” she answered. “Plus anyone with eyes can tell you wish I was full of you.” She waggled a finger at him. “I finally have you figured out. Well actually, Noah figured you out and then ratted you out.”

Noah Fucking Sebastian. He loved the man but hated how easily Noah figured out how to fuck with him. And this time it was by realizing that Matt had developed feelings for Y/N.

He snorted and then went silent, unable to think of a comeback for what she had said. So instead he just shrugged and followed her into the little restaurant. He was somewhat surprised the place was still open but that was the bright side to American tours, there was always one or two little places with kitchens that didn't close until one or two am.

He followed her up to the counter and, yes, he paid for her meal too. It wasn't until they sat down to eat that he finally had input to give on her little revelation towards his feelings.

“Noah's a bitch,” he grumbled. “But yeah, fuck it, he's right. I guess you aren't that bad.”

She laughed and then choked on her drink, causing him to smile. “It didn't take him long to figure it out since you keep moaning my name in your sleep at night. Here I thought you were fighting me in your dreams but Noah said those were wet dream moans.”

It was Matt's turn to choke then. “I fucking did not do that,” he argued in horror.

“Ask anyone on the bus, they'll agree that you did,” came her amused response. “Kinda cute in a perverted way.”

“That shits fucking embarrassing,” he said, unable to believe that this was how the current admission to feelings was happening. If he wasn't as close to the guys as he was, he might have crawled into a hole to die.

She caught him by surprise, leaning over their little dinner table to steal a kiss. “Shit talk me again and I'll beat your ass,” she warns.

“Not going to lie, that kinda turns me on,” he laughs, cheeks going a little red because its true.

“Well in that case the next hotel we're all in, come to my room and I'll beat your ass for fun.”

He reaches across the table, taking her hand in his, not exactly sure what this meant for their relationship or how they would even define whatever this was between them.

“Noah's never going to let you live this down,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Lets fuck with him and fight even worse and see how long it takes for him to figure it out.”

“I might be a little in love with you now,” he says, agreeing to her proposal. “Maybe we can trick him into buying us dinner while we're at it.”

The two of them walked back to the bus, practically giggling over their little prank idea on Noah.

Noah, who took one look at them over the top of his phone when they got back, and then proceeded to announce to the whole bus that Matt and Y/N were dating. 

“Please,” Noah says after the announcement, “you two have been in denial about liking each other since you met. I'm just surprised it took this long. You're both welcome for setting you up by the way. When you get married, I expect to be the maid of honor and the best man.”

“You motherfucker. I love you though,” Y/N says with a laugh. 

“Hey, remember the bus rules you two,” Jolly adds quickly. “No fucking on the bus. Unless I'm allowed to join.”

Matt handed his new girlfriend the pillow off his bunk wordlessly and then cheered her on as she used it to beat the shit out of Jolly. 

“Thanks, Noah,” Matt added quietly and Noah just laughed before retreating to his own bunk.