#stoner matt

[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”

[loveesiren]

I just know he smokes

[smok3ygoth]

this app is so confusing i wanna die

[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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OC MATT of HER C0MBAT

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 📸 Paul Natkin 

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

[itsbrucey]

Can't sleep. Thinking about Closeson.

[gamergoddess003]

I need stoner fics!!!

I’m a huge stoner and I wanna smoke weed with my fictional Boo.🥰 I want a fic where the character is either already a stoner (secretly or not) or tries weed for the first time with the reader. Throw in some fluff and if you wanna do smut, by all means, go for it. ❤️💚💛

(I already wrote one for Daryl Dixon. Click here)

Matt Murdock⬆️ (ik it’d be a bit difficult bc he’s a lawyer but maybe he’ll take a small hit to try it)

Zuko ⬆️

Anakin Skywalker⬆️

Kylo Ren⬆️

Daryl Dixon⬆️

Negan⬆️

Karl Heisenberg⬆️

Loki⬆️

[stoneoferech]

Sleep

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

and flirty bff! reader 😁

sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above

suggestive!

[guerrilla-operator]

HIGH ON FIRE

[smok3ygoth]

idk how to make a master list lol help

[recklesssturniolo]

submissive stoner chris 😈😈😈 basically after chris smoked a little bit to much he’s just laying on bed being whiny and begging for reader to touch him

Smoke With Me - C.S

You request I provide, sub!Chris, mommy kink, weed involved, reader & him are friends

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Laying in my bed watching a show, my phone buzzes. Glancing over I see it’s a text from Chris. His brothers and I have been good friends for a few months now, so it wasn’t odd for him to message me.

Chris: You up?

Y/N: Yeah what’s up?

Chris: Come smoke w me

Y/N: Idk if I’m down for that tn

Chris: Come onnnn don’t make me do it alone

Y/N: Fine, I’ll be there in 10

Chris: I knew you wouldn’t let me down

Getting up and changing from my pjs to a random pair of jeans and a red short sleeve shirt, I grab my phone and head out the door. The walk wasn’t long so I ended up getting there in less than 10 minutes. Knocking at the door, I sigh as no one seems to be coming to answer it. After probably 5 minutes the door swings open and I’m greeted by Chris in sweats and a white tank top.

“Could you have taken any longer to answer the door?” I ask as I rolled my eyes, letting myself inside.

“Oh calm down I didn’t even take that long. Come on let’s go out back” He smiles back.

We make our way out back and pass the joint back and forth, small conversation being made between us as we did.

“Think you can handle one more?” Chris smirks. His eyes already red, as I was positive mine were too.

“Worth a shot” I giggle back.

Repeating what we did previously with the first joint, we end up finishing it - not surprising to either of us.

“No way! You have to been kidding that’s insane” I laugh while listening to Chris tell me an old memory of his

“I’m serious Y/N, I can’t believe you’re laughing right now” He replies, however slightly laughing as he did.

“Oh relax Chrissy” I smile, “Let’s go watch a movie or some shit”

“Good idea” He responds. Getting up, grabbing a few snacks and leading me up to his room.

We both lay down on the bed, Chris and I randomly choosing a movie. Lying there, I put my head on his chest and my leg over him. I thought nothing of it but noticed him readjust himself a bit. I shrugged it off and returned my attention to the movie.

I glance over as I feel Chris place his hand on my thigh, and drawing small circles on it. Glancing at his face for just a moment I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked and more importantly how I could feel myself getting turned on just by his hand on my thigh.

I smirk to myself before purposely moving my leg so it rubbed up, then down his dick before leaving it in place on his dick. I feel his eyes on me, and his dick starting to become hard, but I force myself to focus on the tv.

“Hard already?” I smirk, taking Chris’ attention away from the tv.

“Can’t help it that you’re hot” He shrugged.

“Yeah? Think so?” I smirked.

“Come on don’t keep teasing me, you know what you were doing” He replies.

My breath catches in my throat hearing that, knowing I was purposely trying to tease him but not thinking he’d directly call me out for it.

“I could help take care of your problem there” I replied, my hand moving up his thigh.

“Fuck please” He says while looking at me, even with how red his eyes were, it was still easy to see he was begging.

“What makes you think you deserve that?” I question.

“I’ll be good I promise” He replies.

“Yeah? You’ll be a good boy for me?” I say, our faces inches apart now, noticing how different his eyes looked since he was high.

He nods before smashing his lips onto mine. Our tongues immediately fighting for dominance. The lust more than prominent as we kissed. I bring my hand down and begin palming him over his sweat pants.

“Fuck” He whimpers.

“I’ve barely done a thing and you’re already whimpering? So needy” I smirk.

“I need - fuck - your mouth on my dick please” He whines.

“You want mommy to make you feel good hm?” I ask.

“Yes yes” He replies while nodding his head.

I pull down his sweat pants, then his boxers and his dick springs out hitting against his stomach. I spit onto it, licking the tip, then from the base to the top. Using my hand to jerk him off, but my movements slow.

“More mommy please” He whines out, throwing his head back.

“Look at you, such a whiny boy for me” I say before placing all of him into my mouth.

“Holy fuck” He instantly moans out. Moving his hand to the back of my head.

I continue bobbing my head up and down, using my hand at times for what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

“You’re not coming in my mouth” I state, pulling away.

“What? Wait why did you stop?” He asks.

“You’re first gonna be a good boy and make mommy feel good, then you’re gonna come inside of me” I smile.

“Can you - can you sit on my face? Fuck I want your pussy practically suffocating me, please?” He groans.

“Only since you asks so nicely” I reply.

Removing my pants and panties, I position myself directly above his mouth. Feeling him drag two fingers across my pussy.

“So wet” He mumbles.

“Come on pretty boy, get to work” I say.

Instantly, he pulls me down and begins licking between my folds. A moan leaving my mouth as his tongue made circles over my clit and flicked his tongue on my pussy.

“Making mommy feel so good, fuck” I groan out.

“Tastes so fucking good” He mumbles from between my thighs.

Letting him continue for a few minutes, I ride his face as he does, but push myself off of him.

“No no come on my face please mommy” He whines, wiping the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t you want me coming around your dick instead pretty boy?” I smirk.

“I - okay yes I don’t care I just need to be inside you” He replies.

I lower myself, and reposition so I was now hovering above his dick. Letting his tip inside of me, before lifting my self off, repeating this a few times. Chris letting out groans of frustration from my teasing.

“Mommy please, I need you so badly” He whimpers, his hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to get more.

I smile before replying, “Such a needy boy for me aren’t you”

He doesn’t get a chance to respond as I lower myself onto him fully.

“Fuck you’re so big” I moan out, the sensation of him inside of me driving me crazy. My body now moving up and down faster, craving to feel him deeper inside of me.

“Mommy you feel so good, I’m not going to last long” He moans out his hands on my waist guiding me.

“That’s okay, you’ve been such a good boy for me you deserve to come” I nod.

At that he now begins thrusting his hips upwards. Our bodies hitting each others at the perfect tempo, his dick now directly hitting my g-spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moan, not even able to stop myself from coming, my legs trembling as I orgasmed.

“I’m - coming holy shit don’t stop” Chris groans, his hands gripping my waist tightly and him throwing back his head.

I continued to ride him until I knew he had come down from his high, and I did too.

“Fucking hell I’ve heard sex was good high but I didn’t picture it as good as that” He says, his eyes on me as I lift myself off of him.

“Never pictured you so whiny and needy” I smirk back.

I notice a slight blush form on his cheeks as he rolls his eyes. He gets up out of bed before tossing me a shirt of his, I thank him and put it on.

“Hey Chris?” I say.

“If you’re gonna call me needy again I swear to god” He replies.

“Was gonna tell you how good you felt but not with that attitude” I laugh.

“I was looking at you, I know how good I was making you feel, you don’t need to tell me” He winks.

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Matt + Romeo and Juliet 1.1, 2.2, 3.1