#die for me

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Say it.

[argentinacareta]

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[megameatymatt]

Die For Me - Matt Sturniolo

Toxic Fwb Stoner!Matt X Reader

Summary: Matt and Y/N are fwb ( friends with benefits), But what if Y/N wants more?

slightly proof read

WARNINGS: smut, toxic, soft!dom matt, mentions of alcohol, drugs, and weed, overthinking??? angst??

requested?: nope

word count: 801

A/N: I apologize in advance, Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! stay slutty ok bye💋

Y/n - Pink

Matt- blue

"Pull up, baby, I need you to slide for me You know how I love it when you ride on me"

9:15

You shuffle through your makeup drawer preparing for a date with a guy you met a few weeks ago. The air was filled with the scent of your perfume and the soft hum of your favourite playlist. As you apply your mascara your phone buzzes with a new message from Matt.

It read: 

"Hey Y/N can u come over I miss you"

"Chris and Nick aren't home.."

"pretty please"

You pause, your fingers hovering over the screen. You know the routine with Matt—hang out, get high,  then fuck. It’s always been straightforward, but lately, your feelings have grown more complicated. You love him in a way that goes beyond just fun and games, and it’s starting to hurt.

You text back:

"I’m actually getting ready for a date rn. I’m not sure..."

Matt’s response was fast, almost too fast:

"Please baby, we can make it quick"

"please I fucking need you"

You’ve been here before, caught between wanting to protect yourself and the irresistible urge to be near Matt. You can’t ignore the fact that you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak if you go through with this. You want more from him, but he’s always been clear about not wanting anything serious.

A sigh escapes your lips as you consider your choices. The date tonight could turn into something special, But the lure of Matt and the hope that he might feel the same way you do is hard to ignore.

With a heavy heart, you decide to respond:

"be there in 10"

"i love you"

Your stomach fills with butterflies.

You decided to take the long way to his house. The drive was like a distraction, a temporary escape from the gnawing sadness of your situation. You even tried blasting music as loud as you possibly could, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Matt. You knew you'd end up in his bed, and you weren't mad. But you felt stuck

9:45

He greets you with his usual easy smile and a warm hug, and you both slip into his bedroom. "Want a puff?" He says holding the blunt in front of you. "I'm good. I've actually been trying to quit"

He nods and turns his music down. before laying down on his bed beside you. "I missed you so much Y/N". You hated how your stomach flipped and spun every time he was near you. You turn your head and smile "I've missed you more matt." He's already buzzed, He's more giddy than usual. He still has a smile on his face while his eyes shoot from your eyes and your lips over and over again. 

"You're the prettiest girl i've ever met" He says staring into your eyes. "I love you." It's now you realize he's been drinking as well, you smell it in his breath, and there's a bottle of tequila on his nightstand. 

You hated how you loved him but before you knew it, your body flew on top of him as your lips connected. 

He quickly undresses you and pulls down your shorts. Your hands travel every inch of his body as he places hickeys down from your neck to your tits. 

"Y/N" He moans, "I need you, Fuck, you make me crazy".  "Ride me baby" And without a second thought you align his dick with your pussy and start moving.

"Fuck matt!" You squeal as Matt starts thrusting into you. Tears fall from the outer corners of your eyes as you dig your nails deep into his shoulders

"Matt" You whine "i know baby, i know. just take it f'me okay?" He moans as his fingers dig into your hips. It feels like pure ecstasy, But just like ecstasy, it's addictive. It'll be the death of you two one day, But right now it's bliss.

10:40

"I'm close Matt, so close'' You choke out. "Cum f'me baby " That's all he needed to say as you release all over his cock. He came shortly after And you collapse on his chest. 

a familiar mix of pleasure and sadness wash over you. You love these moments, the closeness and the connection, but the underlying feelings you had for him felt like a knife to the heart.

You rest your head on his shoulder as his fingers comb through your hair."You were so good for me baby" He says. His voice is deep and raspy. "i love you"

You knew you shouldn't take it seriously, it only translates to: "I love when you give in and we fuck" But it still made you smile. But instead of saying it back you try and ignore it knowing he probably didn't mean it, and he probably never will

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[onlydreaa]

[wheretfismycoffeeat]

Chase Atlantic has the ability to make their visuals and album covers look the way the tracks sound ifykyk

[lesbiansayaishii]

biggest slay ever

[the-local-pineapple]

Todays prompt was Zombie or vampire, so I drew an iconic moment of ZombieCleo!

Still one of the most iconic lines of all of the lifeseries

[secretblake]

thinking about how halsey said:

“i finally found a lover who’s better for my liver and now i’ll finally recover”

and thinking about how they are a feature on die for me and one of post malone’s lyrics on there is:

“i’m too tired to forgive ya, it’s too hard on my liver”

[missanchimissesyou]

[nightmaregirl]

he said he'd bleed for me; and now he's fucking her to sleep

Xx

[torusqif]

keeping him nameless 🤐

in frame: satoru gojo

song used: die for me,, chase atlantic

software used: after effects (this took 100 layers to make and 100 years to post.)

i have been so swamped with work, i haven’t had the chance to post mtac at all 😭😭 please take this gojo edit as an apology? :D

(new chap tomorrow!! if it posts)

— qiqi ♡

[wheretfismycoffeeat]

"Chase Atlantic only make songs about sex and drugs!"

NO MOTHERFUCKER

Have you ever heard vulnerability portrayed as perfectly as in "uncomfortable"?, have ya ever been reassured so warmly that it's just phases as in "even though I'm depressed ", have ya ever seen insanity as vividly as in "paranoid", love as sincerely as in "angels", loosing feelings for someone you loved w all your heart as perfectly as in "you too", rage and angst as in "triggered", being in love w someone you're socially aren't supposed to as in "escort", falling in love for the night as in "moonlight" , longing as in "call me back", losing a loved one to death as in "I don't like darkness" , realizing your illnesses never really went away as in "ricochet"...........no? then STFU<3

I could go on for days but yeah-

[hauntedloverr111]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─── 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

wc ; 1,090 synopsis ; mitchel has been treating you unfairly lately, you're sick of it and need it to end. req? ; yes! from anon

I’ve supported Mitchel throughout his entire career since I’ve met him. I’ve been by his side through it all, done whatever I can to make sure he’s okay. I tried to help him stop his drug abuse, help moderate it. I love him more than life and I want to help him be okay. But I’m unable to do that when he pushes me away.

Mitchel has been lashing out more than usual, getting irritated easier. It leaves me wondering what I ever did wrong, if I did anything wrong.

My boyfriend was in our bedroom, sitting at the desk with a pen and notebook. Discarded pages layed around the desk and floor, abandoned pills were on the desk and in a small bottle.

“Mitchel,” I call out. I walk over, kicking trash out of my path.

“Fuck, what do you need?” I sigh in defeat, knowing this won’t work. He’s shutting down at the first sentence I speak, not even ready to try to have a conversation with me. “Mitchel, I’m done.” The words felt like a bullet, to both myself and him. He spun around in his chair to face me, “What?” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep composure.

“I refuse to sit here and watch you destroy yourself. I don’t wanna stay and watch you die.” He stands up from his chair, “No, darling. Hey, we can fix this.” I shook my head, “I’ve been trying! I try to help you and us, no matter what.. You push me away!” Tears fall down his face, taking my hands.

“Baby, come on. It’s us. It’s always been us, no matter what. You can’t leave, we can fix this.” Feeling his warm hands in mine brought tears to my eyes, I couldn’t help but miss the times where he grabbed my hands because he missed me. Not because I was leaving him.

“Mitchel, I can’t. You abusing drugs and hurting yourself hurts me! You know I love you more than anything, but I cannot stay.” His chest heaved, attempting to pull me closer. I back away, “I’ll move my things out by the end of the day. Yes, I have somewhere to stay.” Mitchel looked at me with a sadness that can’t be described with correct words.

“I can’t stop you, can I?” I shake my head, he nods his own and sits down on our bed. “Well, I love you. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved. You’re my brightest star, my four-leaved clover. You’re my everything. No matter where you are, no matter if you are by my side or not. You’re the only girl I’ll love.” I swallow down a sob, nodding my head.

TWO WEEKS LATER —

I’ve been living with Cas and Christian for about two weeks now. They took me in at such short notice and I couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve been couped up in my room, crying and reminiscing. One of my friends bring me food everyday, sitting with me for a little while. I get flowers from Mitchel everyday. Some I keep, others I donate to senior homes or children hospitals.

It’s just another day for me: I wake up, scroll on my phone, cry, watch movies. I hear a knock on my door, I assume it’s Cas or Christian offering me food or comfort.

“Come in,” I holler. It’s Christian, with no food and just a nervous expression.

“Hey kid. He’s here.” My heart drops, I would’ve never expect him to come here. It’s one thing to send flowers, but to come here. “Oh,” That’s all I was able to say. “Do you wanna see him?” I sigh and nod.

I get up from bed and slowly walk to the front door. I see Mitchel, dark circles under his beautiful eyes, a hoodie she bought him along with the matching sweatpants.

“Y/n.. Thank you.” I nod, looking at the papers and journal in his hand. “I brought something for you,” Mitchel hands me the items in his hands. “I miss you, it’s not the same at home without you. It’s not home without you. The cats miss you, I miss you. I can’t sleep, I’ve barely been eating.” He looks out of breath, his eyes searching for forgiveness.

“I miss you too,” I whisper. I close the door and go to my room.

TWO MONTHS LATER —

I never thought I would sit backstage to watch Mitchel perform again. I agreed for one reason: to see Mitchel happy again. I watch from the side of the stage, seeing him interact with fans. I watched him recieve gifts, some of which were for me. He told the unknowing fans that he would give them to me later. The concert soon started, I watch him prance around stage with a big smile on his face.

Mitchel finishes performing Church, the music stops and he begins to speak to the audience. “Our new album hasn’t come out yet, but I have a song I would like to perform one of them for you. I wrote this song for the love of my life, hoping for her forgiveness.” I gasp, he wrote a fucking song for me.

He begins to perform the song, tears stream down my face as I listen to his words. “Darling, come out here!” I bite my lip, I know that this will make me break down. But I need this, for my sanity.

“You said take it easy otherwise I’m leaving, yeah, I don’t wanna stay and watch you die.” As I’m closer to him, he grabs me into his arms. He cries as he performs this song.

“I wrote this song for you, put down the drugs for you. I don’t know what to do, ‘cause I fell in love with you.” The song finishes and my makeup is ruined as I sobbed in Mitchel’s arms.

“Baby, please. Let’s try this again. I’ll do anything.” I pick up my head from his chest, “You really put down the drugs?” He nods. I swallow, “We can’t go back to how it was at the end.” He nods again, “I’ll never go back to how I used to treat you, I’ll never forgive myself.” I place my hands on the back of his neck, rubbing his neck.

“Let’s try this again, my love.” I press my lips on his, the kiss was soft and everything I needed. I had the love of my life back and I wouldn’t let it decay this time.

[hlseydaily]

‘Die For Me’ promotion picture!