#stoner matt

[baileysturnz]

𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜..

𓂸𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩

𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋!𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽...

𑁍𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒...), 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗌.

𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮: @bernardsbendystraws tysm queen!

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

ఌ❥

y/n found herself at a party, which was rare because y/n’s friday night usually was to sit in her room and listen to 1989. But tonight her friend Sadie had driven her here because y/ns boyfriend had broken up with her.

As y/n and sadie enter the party, the smell of weed, alcohol and smoke filled y/ns nose. “Girl, im going to go for some drinks”. Sadie says leaving her all alone. Y/n stands in the middle of the party when she recognizes a guy on the couch, with a cloud of smoke surrounding him. Matt, the guy in her highschool who sold weed.

Fuck it.

Y/n went over to Matt. When she got infront of him, Matts eyes trailed down her body, watching the stunning light pink shirt that showed her breasts perfectly and her skirt that hugged her curves and ass, and ofcourse her signitire bow. “what do you want, princess” he asked looking at her. “I want to buy some”. Y/n says shyly. “Girls like you shouldn’t be buying weed” he stands up infront of her getting close. “You dont even know me”. She says. “I’d liked too”. Matt says pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

Y/n and Matt go to a bathroom where he sells her some weed. “So. What are you doing here?” He asks her sitting on the toilet and y/n leaning against the sink. “My friend dragged me here because my boyfriend broke up with me”. “Oh shit im sorry”. he says. “But shouldnt you be at home listening to taylor swift or some shit” he continues. “Thats exactly what id liked to be doing right now”. She murmurs and matts stands up coming closer to y/n and puts his mouth to her ear. “Would you like me to help you forget about that boyfriend of yours?”. Matt says. “maybe” she says teasingly and Matt starts kissing her and y/n kisses him back. The kiss gets deeper and matts hands rest on her thighs. He slowly starts moving his hand further.

Y/n whimpers. “Oh fuck” matt groans. His hands get to y/ns light pink panties. “Can I?”. He looks into her eyes. She nods. Matt moves the panties away and slides two fingers slowly down her folds. “Please Matt”. She whines. He finally puts them in. ��Fuck matt” y/n moans. “I need you inside me” she breathes out. “Yes ma’am” Matt teases. She starts helping him unbuckle his belt and pushes down his pants and boxers.

His cock springs out, hard and big. Matt grabs a condom from the bathroom because of course in this types of parties people fuck in the bathroom. Matts tip lines up with y/n hole. “Matt please-“ y/n is cutoff by Matt thrusting inside her. They both moan. Their heavy breathing muffled by the music. Matt thrusts get faster and deeper, y/n knows she is not going to last. “Fuck baby youre so tight”. Matt groans. “Matt im coming”. She manages to breathe out. “Im right behind you baby, release for me”.

With on final thrust the pair become undone, Matts head resting on y/n’s shoulder. “Fuck princess that was amazing. He says slipping out of her and putting on his pants. You climb off the counter and adjust yourself. “Yeah it was”. “I go to go princess heres my number, text me when you want a round two”. Matt says giving her a piece of tissue with his phone number. “Okay”. Y/n knew she was going to text him, even if he told herself not too.

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌

𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭���𝘺❥シ

a/n: my first smut 😭 tyy soo much for reading, its badly written smut but i tried my best love yall

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

to feed everyone’s delusions (for everyone i mean me. i’m everyone)

suggestive!

first actual post kinda nervy 🤭🤭 be nice or imma kms

[almondamaretto]

crossfaded

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: pure brain rot of admiring and longing for matt… basically mindless self indulgence

warnings: weed, stoner!triplets, suggestive at the end

my first work !!

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“Yo, want some?” You’re pulled from your thoughts by Chris mumbling quietly and nudging your shoulder, a tightly rolled joint sitting loosely between his fingers. A trail of smoke from the end of the joint swirls throughout the dimly lighted room, painting the air with hazy coils.

You shake your head with a kind smile, “m’not in the mood, thank you, though” you say sweetly. He furrows his brows and purses his lips, confusion contorting his features, before shrugging his shoulders and passing it off to Nick who was sat to his right. 

Music played lowly from your phone, burning up from both the bluetooth speaker and charger it was connected to, both of which Chris opposed your possession of. Your oversized shirt slightly slips off your left shoulder as you stare down at your phone sitting atop your lap, legs crossed tightly underneath you, knees protesting in dull aches.

Various friends talk in scattered conversations, 6 people sitting in a poorly configured circle, a space left open for Matt who had just left to retrieve the food delivery.

Half a minute felt like an eternity that he was gone, ease filling your body as you watch him emerge from the staircase, a large bag of Wing Stop in his hands.

It’s crazy how much you miss him when he isn’t with you. How much you crave him when he is gone. He wasn’t even yours, so why did it feel like he was?

The joint is passed to him almost immediately as he sat down, brown paper bag placed in the center of everyone, greedy hands reaching in to take the flavor-coated wings. Your hands stay situated to yourself, eyes drifting over to Matt, head tilted up as he pulled smoke into his lungs, glancing over at you before exhaling.

He smirks and holds the drug out to you. “Nah bro she’s not-” Chris starts, but cuts himself off as you take the rolled paper from Matt’s grasp, fingers grazing over his as you do so.

Nick and Chris alike stared in skeptical confusion as you mirror Matt’s previous actions, his gaze never leaving you and his smile never leaving his face.

Your eyes close as you let the psychoactive drug take action, enjoying the dizzying feeling in your head. Opening your eyes, you’re met with Matt’s intense gaze, lips darting out over his still-smiling lips. Seconds pass.

“Don’t babysit” Chris whines and nudges you again. He gratefully takes the joint from your fingers, taking his much desired hit and blowing smoke into your face as he spoke; “what happened to ‘not in the mood’?” he grins, recalling your almost apparent feelings for his brother.

You furrow your brows and wave your hand in front of your face, sleeves doing circles around your wrist, brackets clinking against each other. “I’m in the mood now” you shrug you shoulders, quickly glancing over to Matt whose eyes are still fixated on you, cheeks heating up under his stare.

“Yeah, right.”

Four more circles are completed, the last one ending with you inhaling the last of the joint into your lungs, searching for some place to put it out. As you exhale, Matt holds his hand out offering to take it from you. Latching onto the base, he takes a hold of it, licking his thumb and pointer finger, pinching the end to snuff it out. He winced as he did so, tossing it in the now empty Wing Stop bag.

In your peripheral you can see Chris already lighting another preroll, the flick of an almost dead lighter that was most definitely yours catching your attention.

However, you could hardly keep your eyes off the man sat to your left, so close yet so far.

Lounging back comfortably on the plush off-white couch, arms crossed over his chest, his legs were spread out perfectly—just the right amount of room to fit someone of your size.

Practically shaking your head to rid yourself of your thoughts, you try to tune into the conversation being had right now.

“This is literally just a plain wing, like they didn’t put shit on here” Nick voices, but his voice was so distant, you were already back to ogling Matt. His tongue pushing into his cheek while he smiles and nods, hair tossed messily.

His chest lifts up and down slowly as he breathes in and out his tattooed arm flexing and relaxing as he moves his hand underneath his shirt, running his painted nails over the area just under his sweatpants band.

You catch sight of the top of his boxers as he pulls his hand away, shirt getting caught on his index finger’s ring, leaving a sliver of skin exposed to the hazy air.

His earrings perfectly reflect the lamp a few feet away, sending flashes of light into your vision. You blink slowly, eyes refocusing each time you expose them to the sultry lighting of the living room. Montell Fish hums lowly through the speaker making the one-sided moment all the more intimate.

Matt felt your eyes on him, trailing up and down his figure, staring at him with open endearment. Turning his head to you, he puts all his focus onto you—that’s what you were craving, wasn’t it?

He stares into your droopy eyes, watching as you notice his gaze on you. You perk up slightly, face flushing as you slowly flutter your eyes at him “do I have something on my face?” He jokes out, wetting his lips once more.

You pull your lips in between your teeth and shake your head sheepishly, sinking more into the couch and looking away from him. “Well don’t look away now, wanna see your pretty face” he drew out, voice low and hoarse pulling the hem of your sock with his index, letting it snap back into place. Your head snaps back over to him, the high making your head spin.

You focus again on him, noticing how his eyes were just as droopy as yours. He grabs onto the second joint of the night and takes a quick hit, staring at you as he lifts his fingers up to your face, placing the filter in between your lips.

Sucking the smoke into your mouth, you fold under his gaze. The way he looks at you was more intoxicating than the strongest drug, giving you a high you by simply being present. You grab the joint, letting his hand drop and quickly handing it to Chris, refusing to break eye contact.

Matt’s hand snakes around your back, pulling you into him and watching as you nuzzle into him. His scent invades your senses, sending waves over your already sensitive nerves. His left hand falls onto your thigh that was sprawled out over his lap, you glance up at him.

He watched your lashes flick up and down as you slowly trailed your eyes between his eyes and lips, crossfaded off of him and the contents of the joint still being passed around. His head dips, nose brushing against your cheek eliciting goosebumps to slowly crawl up your limbs and neck. He presses a chaste kiss to the area just under your ear, smiling as you grip his shirt.

Your hand gently rakes through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp, pulling a sigh from him—you barely even notice the action, however it seems to have a strong effect on him. He grips your hands and pulls both you and himself up abruptly.

He watched you as you nearly topple over onto the coffee table, hands stabilizing you by your hips.

The rest of the group is quickly pulled from their conversation, looking at you in confusion.

“Congrats, chris, you can play music now.” Was all he said before tugging on your hand, placing his hand on your lower back and directing you to his room.

He just barely closes the door before he pulls you into him, hands gripping roughly onto your hips as you collide into him, lips hovering over each other. You were both breathing heavily as you continued to stare into each other’s eyes

“Need you so bad” he mumbles out, holding himself back from making any further advances without some type of conformation from you; “y’look so pretty right now.”

“m’all yours, Matt”

[smok3ygoth]

this app is so confusing i wanna die

[loveesiren]

I just know he smokes

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Eat it - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

In which...Angel tries to get Chris to eat her out...tries to...

warnings: smutty, chris is kind of an asshole in this

a/n: somebody needs to set angel free man...

Chris had you pinned under him, his mouth attacking yours in a frenzy, his hands trailing up and down your soft skin. His lips moved your jawline, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck as you moaned softly. He nibbled at the sensitive spot of your neck, making you gasp.

Chris was phenomenal in bed. He always made you see stars, always knew exactly what to do to make you cum in minutes, whether it was with his fingers or his cock. But never his mouth.

The more he denied you, the more you yearned for it. Each time he kissed you, every time his tongue delicately slipped into your mouth, you wondered what it would feel like against your clit. Feeling him lapping against your pussy, his beard scratching against your inner thighs as he pried your legs open.

As he left soft kisses along your stomach, you began to feel eager. You couldn't wait anymore. Gently and somewhat inconspicuously, you pushed his head down, hoping he'd get the hint, but he refused to move, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts instead, repressing the soft grumble from how annoying you were being.

You whine, growing more and more desperate for him. You try pushing his head down once again, but all this does is aggravate him more. He sits up, looking at you with frustration.

"Fuck are you doin'?" He asks, pissed off and confused.

You look at him with wide eyes, sitting up against the headboard. "Nothing," you say, trying to hide the growing anxiety in your voice. "Wasn't doing anything."

"Fuck you keep pushin' my head down for?" He spits. "Acting all needy and shit."

You shrug, "I was trying to get you to go down on me."

He makes a noise in between a scoff and a laugh, shaking his head at you, "Fuck no."

You raise your eyebrows. You had never had a guy tell you he doesn't eat pussy, and t fact that he was proud of it left you more confused. "What?"

"I don't do that shit," he chuckles dryly, removing the rest of his clothes, the cool air leaving goosebumps on his pale skin. "Not with you, not with anybody. Definitely not with you."

Definitely not with you. His words rung in your ears and tugged at your heart, reminding you that your situation was just that: a situation. But, despite his cruelness, you still wanted to find out why he refused to go down on you. "Why not?" You ask, cocking your head, trying to maintain the sweetness in your voice and hide the exasperation.

Chris sighs, growing more irritated with the conversation, throwing his clothes off the edge of the bed. "You gonna keep askin' me questions or y'gonna let me fuck you?" he says bluntly.

You start to pout, before nodding slowly. A grin spreads across his face as he pulls you towards him, moving in between your legs as he spreads them apart, admiring how pretty you looked under him. The way your skin glowed under the purple lighting, the way your eyes were glossy from joint you shared earlier.

Teasing you, he rubs his tip over your slick folds, your pussy leaking with need as a soft whine escapes your lips. Coating himself with your arousal, he finally pushes into you, a groan leaving his own lips at the feeling of you stretching around him.

"Theere you go," he coos darkly, watching you throw your head back as he presses his thumb to your clit, earning a smirk from his lips. He knew he was the only one that got to see you fucked out like this, and it made the experience all the more valuable. "This all you need from me, ain't it angel?"

You nod, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as his nails dig into your hips. He always managed to make your brain go fuzzy, no matter what he said or did, he always made you feel so amazing. Your jaw goes slack, all that escapes your mouth is loud, shaky moans.

"Beggin' me to eat your pussy," Chris mutters to himself, his thrusts getting faster, almost as if he was trying to take out his irritation from the prior conversation. "Like this dick ain't enough. Like m'your fuckin' boyfriend or some shit." He grits through his teeth, his voice rough and harsh.

You hear his words, but refuse to acknowledge them in the moment. You were blinded by the pleasure he was giving you, your senses being overun by the feeling of him in your guts. Whatever he was saying would be for you to obsess over in the morning. But right now, all you cared about, all you needed, was Chris.

a/n: lil smutty angsty piece for yall...sorry </3

tags: @yourmother29 @bowsandsturniolos @sweetshuga @sturns-mermaid @leah-sturniolo @spideylana @dykes4chris @sophsturns @mattsbunnyxx @slut4christopherr @trevorsgodmother @sosasturns @emely9274 @courta13 @mattsbrowser @oldermenwh0re @chrissweetheart @leoslaboratory @mattybsgroupie @conspiracy-ash @chriss-slutt @secretlocket @sagebutter11

[wastelandzella]

dealer!matt / stoner!matt core

[recklesssturniolo]

My Girl - C.S

toxic/very lowkey stoner/soft dom Chris but like cute at the end I guess? (thank @flowerxbunnie for this), FWB

A/N: lowkey i didn’t have a scenario for this I just went w it (,:

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“Come on ma’ you know I didn’t mean it” Chris sighs, relighting his joint.

Arguing with Chris wasn’t how I wanted my night to end. However, Chris commenting about fucking another girl to Matt was more than enough to piss me off. Us now arguing back and forth in his room.

“Whatever Chris, it doesn’t matter because we aren’t together right? You fuck who you want and I’ll do the same” I huff, watching him exhale the smoke and starting to grab my stuff.

His eyes narrow at me before he speaks, “You really think anyone else can make you feel as good as I do?”

“Never know until you try right?” I smile back.

Noticing him put out his joint and start walking towards me, I roll my eyes. He grabs my head and turns it so I’m now directly facing him, our eyes staring right into each others. How red his eyes were being enough to make me want to roll my eyes again.

“You know no one can make you feel like I do, put your shit down as if you’re leaving” He says, slowly pushing me so my back was against the wall.

“I’m not doing this with you again Chris, you’re exhausting. I don’t care to hear your excuses anymore” I sigh, well aware that we went in circles over and over again.

“You’re my girl, I don’t want anyone else” He mumbles, his lips connecting with my neck and his hands on my lower back. Instantly hating myself for how his words affected me, never mind how his lips on me made me feel.

“I’m not your girl” I reply, choking back a moan as he sucks on my sweet spot.

“Yeah? Why do you always end up back here then?” He replies, pulling away and looking me in the eyes, before leaving a trail of kisses down my neck towards my chest.

With his hands slowly making their way under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing small circles over my skin, before he moves them and grabs my ass. I’m unable to get out a response, a small moan falling from my lips instead.

“Chris” I whine.

“Come on mama, let me prove no one else can make you feel as good as me” He responds.

Instead of responding I grab his face and connect our lips. His words alone causing a wetness to form between my legs.

“Jump” He mumbles through our kiss.

Doing as he said, I jump as his hand helping pull me up, my legs now wrapped around him, his hard on immediately pressing against my core. Pulling away he brings us over to his bed, pulling at my shirt for me to take it off. I do as he says as he removes his as well. Realizing I had yet to actually put on a bra and pants during my previous statement that I was leaving.

A gasp leaves my lips as Chris latches his lips around my nipples, a shutter spreading throughout my body as he sucked and flicked his tongue on it while using his hand to play with my other before switching.

“Chris please” I whine, my pussy throbbing, needing him to touch it.

He smirks up at me before moving himself lower, planting kisses on the inside of my thighs, before a final one on my clothed pussy. My hand moving to grab his hair as he did so.

“Already so wet for me” He says while simultaneously pulling my panties down.

“I need -“ I begin before he cuts me off.

“I know ma don’t worry”

I whimper as his thumb makes its way down my slits, before watching as he lowered his head, his tongue instantly licking a strip up me. He his tongue to flick my clit, flattening his tongue on my pussy momentarily before continuing to explore it with his tongue, before I feel his fingers near my entrance.

He slowly pushes on into me, as I let a moan out and my back arches. Not longer after he begins pushing a second finger into me.

“Chris” I whine.

“My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth” He responds, his fingers curling slightly inside me as he begins moving them in and out of me faster.

Continuing to eat me out, devouring my pussy as he always did, a knot begins to form in my stomach.

“I’m - I’m gonna come” I moan, my grip tightening on his hair.

“Come on ma, come on my fingers for me” He mumbles, not stopping his actions with his tongue or fingers.

As I came undone, my eye clenching shut as my legs tightened around his head, my breathing erratic as the pleasure took over my body.

“Breathe baby, you got this” He tells me, letting me ride out my high, “Such a good girl”

Once I finish, he lifts himself up and hovers his face above mine connecting our lips momentarily before beginning to removes his sweats, his boxers following.

“You ready?” He asks as he lines himself up with my entrance.

I nod in response but he speaks again, “Words, use your words”

“Yes Chris fuck please I need you inside me” I respond, not caring how desperate I sounded.

He begins slowly pushing himself into me, my face scrunching slightly as I adjust to his size.

“You can take it, I know you can” He says, looking up at me to assure I was okay.

“I - yeah just so big” I whimper, a smirk spreading on his face as I did.

Once he was fully inside of me, my arms instantly wrap around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. The kiss filled with lust as my moans continued to spill out from between our lips.

“Faster, please” I whine out, knowing he was going easy and needing more.

“You sure mama?” He checks.

“Yes god please” I respond.

He moves his hands down to my waist, tightening his grip as his fastens his pace.

A groan falls from his lips before he mumbles, “So tight, you take me so well fuck”

My eyes roll back into my head as he continuously hit my g-spot, a mix of moans and whimpers coming from me as he did so. My nails digging into his lower back as he put my legs over his shoulders, my pleasure only increasing as he hit my g-spot harder.

“Chris fuck oh my god I’m - I’m not going to last much longer like this” I stutter out, my pleasure starting to overcome me.

“Just a little longer for me pretty girl, I wanna come with you” He groans out.

“I - I can’t” I whimper.

“For me baby, you can hold it I know you can” He replies, my nails digging deeper into his back as I resist my body’s pleas to let go.

Minutes later, my head thrown back, my breathing once again becoming uneven, with tears threatening to spill from my eyes from the constant pleasure mixed with forcing myself to wait, he finally says what I needed to hear.

“Let go, fuck let go ma” Chris says, his dick twitching inside of me.

A breath of relief leaves my mouth before a continuous flow of moans follow. My legs slowly dropping from his shoulders and shaking as I felt myself clench around his dick as he filled me up.

“Deep breathes baby, you’re okay, so pretty coming undone beneath me” He says, still coming down from his own high.

“Feels so good” I whimper as my high dies down.

Chris pulls himself out of me, once again hovering his face over mine, kissing my forehead, mumbling how good I was for him before laying on his back.

“Told you” He smirks, turning his head to look at me.

“What?” I ask, unaware of what he was referring to.

“That no one can make you feel as good as I do” He clarifies.

“Yeah yeah” I mumble, knowing once again I’d lost the argument.

Going to get up and get dressed, Chris pulls on my arm forcing me back onto the bed, “I meant it too you know”

“Meant what?” I sigh.

“That you’re my girl and that I don’t want anyone else. Don’t go” He says, his eyes almost pleading with me.

“I - okay” I reply, shocked at his words.

“I’ll do whatever you need to prove that I mean that. I don’t want you with anyone else” Chris mumbles, pulling me in closer to him and the blankets over our bodies.

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[kmpshitposter]

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[scorpio1205]

Headcanons

pairing: dealer!matt x partygirl!reader

TW: mentions of smoking, drugs and sex

dealer!matt who met partygirl!reader when she was doing body shots off her best friend

partygirl!reader who only gave dealer!matt the time of day at first for weed and cause he kind of reminded her of hiccup for how to train your dragon mixed with Victor from corpse bride

dealer!matt who started rolling her joints in Rose petals when he found out she loved roses

partygirl!reader who secretly likes the attention that dealer!matt gives her

dealer!matt who hates when people talk to much but loves hearing partygirl!reader talk

partygirl!reader who matches dealer!matt's energy and one ups him. if he hooks up with a girl, she hooks ups with guys and girls

dealer!matt who once did a line off of partygirl!reader's body

partygirl!reader who likes seeing how far she can push dealer!matt before he snaps

dealer!matt who beat the shit out of a guy for making out with partygirl!reader at a Halloween frat party while dressed up as victor from corpse bride

partygirl!reader who once fucked dealer!matt in a photobooth

dealer!matt who is in denial of his feelings for partygirl!reader

partygirl!reader who stashes root beer in her mini fridge for dealer!matt even though she hates the way they taste

dealer!matt who has partygirl!reader's ringtone as Meddle About by Chase Atlantic

partygirl!reader who has dealer!matt's ring tone as Drugs & Money by Chase Atlantic

dealer!matt who has the spare key to partygirl!reader's dorm

partygirl!reader who makes dealer!matt to take her to an arcade or club when he fucks up with her

dealer!matt who wants to make partygirl!reader his girlfriend but is scared she'll say no

partygirl!reader who may be in love with dealer!matt but would never say it

dealer!matt who has a kiss mark that partygirl!reader left on him tattoo's on his shoulder along with a bite mark

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Soundgarden (1989-1990)

 📸 Paul Natkin 

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

and flirty bff! reader 😁

sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above

suggestive!

[filmbropilled]

This meme has been collecting dust in my gallery for ages 😭

[smok3ygoth]

idk how to make a master list lol help

[itsbrucey]

Can't sleep. Thinking about Closeson.

[guerrilla-operator]

HIGH ON FIRE