#stoner matt

[countfagulathe69th]

Can we talk about how Mattie has been stoned in canon?

Can we talk about that.

[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]

IFHY - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

pt 2, pt 3

You were sitting on Chris' lap, pushing him further into the cold leather of your couch as you kissed passionately, his rough hands grabbing at your ass over your pajamas. Your legs were on each side of him, your chest flush against his as he rolled his hips against yours, earning a groan from both of you. You leave a trail of kisses down his jawline, making your way down to his neck. Your tongue traces the sweet spot towards the back, his head instinctively rolling to the side to give you better access. A light moan escapes his lips as you press gentle kisses against his skin.

You lean back for a second, holding Chris’ face in your hand, just to admire him. His hazy, half lidded, blue eyes. His pink lips, growing swollen from the roughness of the kisses the two of you had shared for what seemed like hours. You run your fingers through his tousled hair, tangled from being under the hat that was now discarded on your floor. He was wearing a black shirt that fit him perfectly, tight around his biceps and scrunched across his chest. He smiles at you, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, tracing circles over the exposed skin.

You smile back, and for a moment, it feels like it’s only the two of you left in the world. Your eyes wander over his face, admiring every inch of him, until they lock on a faded, barely visible mark towards the back of his neck. You lean forward, trying to get a better look, and you finally do.

"Chris," you furrow your brows, holding his cheeks in a tight grip, moving his head to get a closer look at the brownish-purple mark. The lovesickness fades to actual sickness, your stomach dropping at the sight as you grab his face tighter.

Your fingers leave red indents in his cheeks as you jerk his head round, "What the fuck—what?" He winces, ripping his face away from your grip. He rubs his jaw, looking at you like you were speaking a completely different language.

"Is that a hickey?" You ask, though you already know the answer to the question. Your hands move to grab his face again, still in disbelief. Jealousy begins to creep through your body, your heart pumping faster, your breath quickening.

Chris swats your hand away. “Fuck are you doin’?” He demands, still slouched against the couch. His eyes are still hazy and red, barely following the angry expression on your face. "Get off me."

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” Your voice grows stern, hiding the shakiness in your voice as your throat grows tighter.

“Fuck does it look like?” He shoots back, seemingly unbothered, watching you practically jump off his lap. He mutters under his breath, “Stupid,” he glares as you scramble your feet, shaking your head in disgust. You can’t even meet his eyes, starting to clean up any random mess you could find. You take the dishes off the coffee table and bring them to the kitchen, pacing around the house.

“Knew I should’ve never trusted you,” you weren’t looking at Chris when you said this, but he knew you were talking to him. And yet, he still can’t bring himself to fully care. He barely even shifts, watching you tread across the room and scoffing. You grab his hat from the floor, throwing it hard against his chest, earning a grunt from Chris as you walk off again.

“Why you trippin’ about it?” He raises his voice from the couch, brushing his hair back with his hand and putting his hat back on his head. “You knew what it was from the beginning."

“Don’t play dumb, Chris,” you stand in front of him with crossed arms, your breathing intentionally slower, controlling your anger. “You said you weren’t fucking anybody else and then you come to my house with a hickey on your neck?” you sigh, walking down the hall. This time, Chris chases after you, still wanting to continue the argument.

It wasn’t often you and Chris argued. In all honesty, there was nothing for the two of you to argue about. It wasn’t like the two of you did much talking when he came over anyway. When spent the stay the night, too high and exhausted to untangle himself from your body, he’d wake up with you resting peacefully on his chest, his arm wrapped around you protectively, whispering sweet nothings in his sleepy state. He'd doordash a cheap breakfast and watch movies on your couch with his arm over your shoulders, staying in that position for hours.

“I’m tired of this clingy shit, bruh. Actin’ like you’re my girlfriend or somethin’,” he leans against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching as you adjust picture frames, straighten the comforter on your bed, move your nightstand, anything to ignore him. “Buggin’ out over a fuckin' hickey,” he continues as you walk out of your room, pushing past Chris and bumping his shoulder.

“I don’t know why you like playing mind games with me, Chris!” The volume of your voice starts to grow. “I’m not dumb. I’m not slow. I don’t need shit from you.”

Chris rolls his eyes, following you back into the kitchen and stepping close to you. “Yeah? You don’t need shit from me?” He grabs the chain around your neck with two of his fingers, looking deep into your eyes. “Whose chain you got on right now? Whose weed do you smoke every day?” With quickness, you pull the chain off, throwing it onto the counter, the clattering sound echoing in the silent room. Chris clenches his jaw, not tearing his eyes away from you. "Stop bein' a lil' bitch and hop off my fuckin' dick."

"How dare you stand here in my kitchen and call me a bitch?" Your voice raises in volume on instinct, your eyes pricking with hot tears as your throat starts to grow tighter. Chris glares at you coldly, his own throat bobbing as he swallows. There's no feeling behind his eyes, no remorse, no guilt. He called you a bitch and he meant it. "I got your opps starin' at me everywhere I go. Bitches comin' up to me asking if we're fucking and I don't even know what to tell them! I have done nothing but be good to you, and you call me a bitch—"

Chris lets out an exasperated groan, rolling his eyes as you continue yelling at him, though its clear every word is going in one ear and out the other. "I told you what it was from the fuckin' beginning!" He shoots back at you, his voice growing louder. "You act like we're boyfriend and girlfriend and you get mad at me when I tell you we're not! I told you I wasn't down with that couple shit!"

"Then why do you chase off every guy I ever try to fuck with? Holdin' me in your lap at parties, callin' me your girl to everybody else, sayin' that nobody will ever treat me like you?" you continue to shout, but your voice breaks as hot tears slip down your warm cheeks. "You come over Friday night, stay until Sunday. You sleep in my bed, you have all your clothes in my closet, all your Pepsi's in my fridge. If you wanted to hit it and quit it, you would've," you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, your breath growing staggered as Chris stares you down.

"Yeah and you still let me didn't you?" He leans against the countertop. "You coulda sent me home any time you wanted, coulda told me you didn't wanna fuck wit' me anymore," he walks past you, his footsteps hard, vibrating under your feet. You watch as he slumps back onto the couch of the living room. Your couch. In your living room. "Don't forget when you were beggin' me to fuck you the night after Valentine's Day. Coulda sent me home that night. But you didn't."

You tower over his relaxed figure, watching his chest rise and fall as he stares back at you, his arm slung over the top of the couch. He manspreads, adjusting the red fitted hat you threw at him. "I didn't send you away 'cause I thought you wanted to stay," more tears start to fall down your cheeks, more than you could wipe away, as you choke back a sob, though your voice still remains stern. You're not yelling, but you're still talking above normal levels. "I thought you liked me."

Chris scoffs, rubbing his hand over his face. "Thought I liked you? How fuckin' old are you?" A dry laugh leaves his lips. "I could call up a girl, fuck her, and send her home in 15 minutes. That mean I like her?" He looks up at you, his eyes cold and uncaring.

With shaky hands, you grab his car keys off of the coffee table, the cold metal digging into your palm and leaving indents in your skin with your tight grip. The silver Audi logo shines against the dull light as you throw the keys at Chris' chest, landing on his lap with a thud. He grunts against the sound of the jingle, sitting up straight. He rubs the point of impact, furrowing his brows at you. Your voice is calm, hiding the pain and anger bubbling inside. "Get out," you say, your eyes never leaving his face.

For a moment, Chris' expression falters, his overconfident, nonchalant mask slipping. He sucks his teeth, standing to his feet. "C'mon angel," he draws out the nickname that never failed to make your heart flutter. Until now, when all it did was piss you off more. He traces soft circles your crossed arms, his voice low. "Quit trippin' on me. You know I'mma show you a good time no matter what," he has the slightest smirk on his face, holding your chin in between his fingers. He looks into your eyes, squinting, searching for any sign of your resolve cracking. But there's nothing.

You step back from him, his arms dropping to his sides. "Get away from me. Get out of my house," you stare back at him, your throat raw from yelling.

Chris sighs and rubs his hands over his face, groaning. "I can't fuckin' stand you, y'know?" He shakes his head, walking towards the door. He slips on his Jordans, muttering to himself as he gathers his belongings. He throws on his jacket and grabs his keys off the couch. Walking towards the door, he gives you one final look of disappointment. "Hope your dealer sells better shit than me." He slams the door behind him, the decor on the wall shaking at the impact.

"I fucking hate you!" you shout at the door, your voice cracking as you sink onto the couch, resting your elbows on your knees and burying your face in you hands. He most likely heard your choked out yell as he left, but you knew he didn't care. He didn't care and now, neither did you.

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[sturnsrecord]

stoner!matt ends up babysitting drunk messy!reader after she’d had a few too many.

contains. mentions of throwing up

you were in your usual state, stumbling about, glittery makeup smudged all over your face — and matt by your side, keeping you upright.

he grunts slightly as you trip on your heels, falling into a fit of giggles against him. “can you like-“ his hands grip your arms as he tugs you back up onto your feet. “…not do that.” he murmurs on — checking that you were okay.

“sorry, i'm all… wobbly.” you slur, giggling as soon as the word ‘wobbly’ leaves your mouth. he sighs deeply, refraining from rolling his eyes as he continues aiding you home — practically dragging you along the sidewalk.

it takes a while to get back to your dorm as you found more and more annoying ways to stop. petting a stray cat, or halting still to look at the ‘pretty’ views on the campus that consisted of a bright lamppost and some foliage — driving matt absolutely insane.

“it looks like… like a-“ you stumble slightly out of his grasp, looking at the light in awe — completely infatuated by the warm glow. he sighs, stepping closer to you as he holds your waist, looking at the light with you.

“looks like a what?” he humours, knowing that it was best not to question you right now. you lean back into his touch, squinting your eyes a little. “planet.” 

he eyebrows raise at your response, his own eyes squinting to try and see what you were seeing. “well that uh, that’s great.” he murmurs, looking down to find you biting at your bottom lip in concentration — as if you were gonna do something with your stare.

and matt had to deal with this the entire way home, stopping and entertaining whatever weird fixation you had just to keep you happy — happy enough to get you back to the dorm and in bed.

“you’re so- so nice.” you slur out, slumped against him as he helps you walk — simply nodding at the compliment. “love you, cos… it’s just you and…“ 

you trail off, staring at your feet. watching every wobbly step as your brain fixates on the way you’re walking — somehow ignoring everything around you.

“and…?” he chuckles, peering down at what you were doing as his arm remains wrapped around you firmly. you simply hum in response, not bothered to think as he gets you back to the dorm — an amused smile plastered on his face.

you stumbled in as soon as he unlocked the door, already struggling as you hopped on one foot to get your shoes off. matt shuts the door behind him, stepping over to you to hold you still.

“can’t- ugh.” you groan, struggling to get them off. his hands remain on your hips as he looks down, huffing in annoyance at the buckle that you were sure to struggle with.

he's then bending down, fingers already working to undo the buckles as you hold his shoulders — keeping yourself somewhat stable as he slips the shoes off.

“my feet hurt.” you groan, putting your foot back down on the cold floor as you rest more weight on his shoulders — practically slumping on top of him.

“well i’m not rubbin’ them or anything.” he scoffs, chucking your other shoe to the floor before standing straight — your hands reaching to grip onto his arms.

you don’t respond, simply stumbling into the bathroom — bumping into the doorway as you enter the dark room. matt sighs, following after you to turn the light on and lean against the door frame.

he finds you already sat in front of the toilet, looking paler than before. “you gonna throw up?” he asks softly, eyes darting over you and your body language.

but when you turn to give him a dirty look he can tell the fun drunk in you is gone, replaced with a miserable girl who was about to see why drinking was so bad.

his lips purse together and he nods, pushing off from the doorway to get you a glass of water. as he’s filling the glass in the sink he hears the sound of you throwing up, wincing in disgust.

“you good?” he murmurs, returning to the bathroom with the glass in his hand. he goes to hand it to you but then you’re back at it again, his head snapping away so he doesn’t have to watch.

he places the glass down on the sink, crouching down to pull your messy hair back — ignoring how gross it was to see you like this.

“just, get it all out.” he sighs, using his other hand to rub your back as he frowns a little — unsure how to help other than just being by your side.

you slump against the wall, one hand still gripping the toilet seat as you let out a groan — unable to even comprehend how you’d been so bubbly before.

matts quick to reach over and hand you some toilet paper, flushing the toilet as you wipe your mouth. “fucking gross.” you murmur, throwing it into the toilet.

he chuckles a little, bringing the glass of water over to you. your shaky hands immediately grip the glass, bringing it to your lips as he keeps his fingers on the bottom for support. 

“stop chugging it-“ he scoffs, pulling it back from you slightly. “small sips.” he tells you calmly, watching as your eyes soften and you take a few smaller sips.

as you finish he takes it back, placing it gently on the sink. you’re back leaning against the wall, face all hot from throwing up — your body feeling a little weak.

“you good?” he asks, holding back from laughing a little at the state of you. you frown at his pleased face, giving him yet another dirty look.

“s’not funny.” you murmur. your little attitude only fuels his amusement, a small chuckle slipping past his lips before he's holding his hands up in defence.

“get out.” you mutter, not even cracking a small smile which only makes him laugh more.

“m’sorry, m’sorry.” he mumbles, calming down enough to stop laughing. you glare at him, a sceptical look on your face.

“sit over there, in time out.” you mumble, lazily pointing to the other side of the bathroom — the wall opposite you that was only a few meters away.

“okay, okay.” he nods, laughing under his breath as he scoots back — legs bent up in front of him as he sits against the wall.

there’s a small silence as you sit there, feeling nauseous and out of it as matt just watches. holding back any hint of a smile at your attitude that apparently still came out even when you were like this.

his leg then stretches out, shoe nudging your leg ever so slightly as he looks over at you — a caring glance. “you actually okay though?” he asks softly.

you nod at his words, head leaning against the wall as you shut your eyes — taking a deep breath in order to calm the uncomfortable feeling in your body.

his lips press together in understanding as he nods ever so slightly, sitting back against the wall in comfortable silence with you. watching over you to make sure everything was okay.

something he'd done before and would be willing to do a million times over.

𐔌 ©.STURNSRECORD

[applecidersturniolo]

eater.

(nerve au.)

warnings: unprotected p&v. oral (f! receiving). freaky on camera. sub!chris. pet names.

chris let out a sharp scoff, shaking his head as he shoved the last bite of french toast in his mouth, you furrowed your eyebrows from across the table, “fuck is your problem? the weed anit hittin’ good? your food taste like shit?” you question as you take a sip of your water, chris shook his head, tongue buried in his cheek. “just..just a stupid dare.” he muttered as he put his phone face down on the counter, “can’t be that bad,” you spoke picking at your food, “let me see,”

chris immediately grabs his phone, “fuck no,” he defends, you giggle, “you’re serious? let me see.” you spoke tilting your head to the side. chris glanced at his phone the back at you, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. you fiddle your fingers as your palm sits there bare and open, chris sighs and hands the phone to you.

“that’s what i thought,” you smirked, “don’t laugh.” chris spoke simply. you scrunched your nose as you looked at the bright screen.

eat a girl out.

do you accept or decline this dare.

you hummed, “thought dares were supposed to be shit you’ve never done before,” you spoke glancing back up at chris, unimpressed.

you can see his flushed expression, the way his freckled nose twitched. oh.

“oh my god.” you stiffen a laugh, “you. chris sturniolo. dare legend. have never ate a girl out before?”

chris’ face turns pink, he pinches the bridge of his nose, you can’t help but laugh at his embarrassment. “yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” chris muttered as he leaned back, manspreading. “i mean- i’m so-sorry— i’m sorry” you spoke trying to compose yourself but chris wasn’t having it, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. “i mean..you’ve had sex before right?” you spoke mirroring his actions, “ ‘course i have. not a fuckin’ prude.” chris spoke simply, almost offended. you lifted up your hands in defense, “hey! hey! i was just askin’!” you spoke with a smirk.

silence fell between the two of you. you tapped your nails on the table. “so..are you gonna accept the dare?” you ask with a shit eating grin on your face, “yeah because i’m definitely gonna just eat a random girl out in front of thousands of watchers” chris scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“who says it has to be random?”

DARE ACCEPTED.

your back is pressed against the white comforter that’s messily draped over chris’ bed, your bare thighs on either side of chris’ head. he looks up at you through his eye lashes, he looks like a lost puppy.

“jus’..lick. like a ice cream cone or something, you don’t have to just focus on my clit..you can lick my slit too..” you inform as you proped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at chris. you could tell he was nervous, “what’s going through that pretty little head?” you ask as you ran your hand through his brown hair, “jus’ want you t’feel good..don’t want you to fake anything..especially since..” chris glances at his phone, the live was gonna start soon. “since people will be watching?” you finished with your eyebrow raised. chris gave you a weak nod, “don’t worry. i won’t fake anything..i’ll tell you what feels good.” you reassured as you caressed his cheek, his stubble scratching your palm.

chris nodded and gripped your thighs with his big hands, “m’kay..” he muttered, his eyes glancing to his phone, the live was about to began..3.. “like a ice cream cone.” he whispered to himself, you smiled at his reassurance, “like a ice cream cone.” you confirmed. 2…1..

you felt chris slowly lean in, his lips gently kissing your sensitive nub, you bit your bottom lip, “do you kiss ice cream cones, chris?” you asked while tugging on his hair, “n-no, ma” he muttered, his hot breath hitting your sensitive heat made you clench around nothing, “try again.”

chris stuck out his tongue and began to lap on your slit, his nose budding against your sensitive clit, weather it was intensional or not, it felt so fucking good. your bottom lip clad with your teeth, “fuck baby..” you whisper as you feel chris’ pace grow quicker, “j-just like that,” you reassured. you can hear chris’ muffled whimpers as he continues to taste you, his eyes flicker to you for reassurance, he slowly pulls away, not too far, just enough to speak, “tas-taste so fuckin’ good, mama. so good.” chris stumbled, before you could even get a word out chris went back to your center, eating like a starved man.

you felt that familiar feeling in your gut as chris swirled his tongue around your pearl. “hmph— mhm..mhm..’m gonna cum..god- don’t stop..please don’t stop—“ you beg, your hips buckled, fist white knuckling his sheets. chris tried to speak as his face was buried in your pussy, encouraging you to finish but all that came out were a bunch of jumbled nothings sending vibrations up your core, making your climax grow closer. “f-fuck! ‘m cumming! i’m cumming!” you whined as your legs straightened, your thighs shook against chris’ shoulders, occasionally squeezing his head with them. you wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t breathe but chris was loving every single second of it. his pace got slower as you came down from your high, his chin glistening with your release.

DARE COMPLETED

$500 IS NOW IN CHRISSTURNIOLO’S NERVE ACCOUNT.

the dare was completed, but you two weren’t. you sat up on the bed, removing your thighs from chris’ shoulders as he looked up at you with the biggest blue eyes you had ever seen, his knees pressed into his hardwood floor, your hand comes up to trace his jaw, “such’a good boy, y’know that? made me feel so good..” you praised, chris licked his lips, his hand coming down to adjust his hardened cock that was pressed against his jeans, begging to be released. you noticed his actions, you pouted out your bottom lip, “awh..do you need some attention?” you cooed, chris’ eyes sparkled, “please ma..please..” chris spoke placing his hands on your knees, begging, pleading. “use your words, chris..what do you want?” you spoke looking at him in his eyes, chris bit the inside of his cheek, “wan-wanna be inside you, ma..wanna fill you up” chris whimpered pathetically, you smirked and nodded, patting his bed. “come lay down f’me”

your legs straddled either side of chris as you rode him, your hips thrusting back and forth. chris’ head tilted back as he let out a string of moans, “fuck, ma! feels so good..feels like you were meant f’me..” chris croaked, his eyes shutting in pleasure. you smiled down at chris, “yeah? mamas good boy feels good?” you question as your hand ran down his bare chest, chris quickly nodded, “ye-yes..god yes—“ his freckled nose scrunched. he was getting close. your hips rolled to spell out his name, chris out a gutted moan, “shit! do—do that again..please..please.” chris pleaded as his hands fell to your waist, gripping it like his life depended on it. “yeah? spell it f’me baby..spell your name like the smart boy you are.” you breathed out.

“C..H..R..I..S..” chris whimpered out, your hips winding with every letter he managed to spit out.

“good boy. good boy.” you praised as you held his jaw, you could feel his cock twitch in your cunt, “g-gonna cum” chris spoke through his teeth. his jaw clenching, “yeah? cum f’me, puppy. cum.” you spoke, your pace quickened, chris’ eyes rolled, hips buckled, letting out a low groan. his hands digging into your flesh, leaving nail indents into your soft skin as he painted your walls. his chest heaved up and down, eyes wandering your figure as you rode him through his climax.

his eyes finally met yours, “that was..so..so fucking good.” chris praised.

you smiled gently down at chris, “good..the least i could do..” you spoke simply. chris blushed softly, “shower?” he questioned while tapping your thigh. “shower.” you breathed out in agreement.

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

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[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

daredevil and punisher with a stoner!reader

a\n: Matt and Frank aren’t really stoners so I thought to write something with a stoner!reader for them!

tags: marijuana, drug use, fluff, mentions of injuries\blood in Matt’s section, one use of y\n in Matt’s section.

Daredevil ⚖️

Matt has only done weed once or twice back in college and he didn’t really enjoy it because it made it really hard for him to use his senses and it was genuinely disorienting for him. so he doesn’t touch the stuff.

but he’s accepting of you taking it as long as you and him are both at home when you do it, he doesn’t want you to experience a trip alone even if you’ve been doing it alone countless times. he wants to be there just in case you have a bad trip.

when he knows you’re getting high that night, he makes sure you have a snack and some water when you’re just starting out. he also enjoys sitting with you while you smoke or the edible starts to hit. he just likes being around you in general, but he doesn’t mind taking on the role of tripsitter.

when you’re high, he’s the one guiding you around. you probably even find yourself keeping your eyes closed while talking to him and not even realizing you’re making yourself blind.

he puts a hand on your face when he’s noticed you moving clumsier than usual when you’re high and he finally realizes your eyes have been closed for god-knows-how-long. his brow just furrows and he has this confused, amused smile on his face, like he can’t believe that you did this but he’s also worried about how high you are.

“How long have your eyes been closed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyes are closed. You’ve been walking around with your eyes closed while I guide you.”

“Ohhh shit, I didn’t even notice…”

“…I think you should stay in bed for the rest of the night. Can’t have you walking around in the dark like this.”

“But you do it all the time!”

“I’m not high all the time, darling. And I can perceive things a lot better than you can while you’re like this.”

You pout and protest but let him put you in bed where you just hang out for the rest of the night.

Matt loves having you on top of him, your head nestled into his chest while your slur your words. Matt can barely understand your words and gives some short responses, but he’s paying way more attention to the sound of your body. he’s making sure your breathing and heartrate are normal and your stomach isn’t growling. eventually you fall asleep against him and he just basks there, not minding if he’s uncomfortable because listening to you sleep is more comforting.

when you get munchies, Matt is more inclined to order a lot of takeout that you can share rather than cook a huge meal and try to keep you occupied. you always end up eating more than he does and even dipping into some of the food he got for himself, but he doesn’t complain. he just smiles and makes sure both of you get enough to eat.

he wants to know when you’re getting high because the last thing Matt wants to do is come home bloody and in need of being patched up while you’re too high to hold a needle straight. that’s a nightmare for both of you.

one time Matt comes home late at night after a daredevil outing (he went to get patched up somewhere else before coming home) to find you high as hell, laying on the couch with empty bowls that once held the takeout you and him had the night before. he takes care of the dishes, drapes a blanket over you, takes off his daredevil suit, and just drops himself in the recliner and drifts off.

if you ever made weed food, Matt could immediately smell it out in the food. no way he’s eating those fresh-baked brownies on the counter, he knows they’re full of weed. but one time Foggy comes over and Matt has to warn him.

“Don’t take those.”

“What? Why not? They’re brownies, man. Homemade brownies from your amazing partner, of course I’m gonna eat a few.”

“Don’t. They have pot in them.” Matt says, nearly swatting Foggy’s outstretched hand.

“Ohh, I didn’t know y\n knew how to party. You ever try any or do you just play tripsitter?”

“I don’t like the sensations so I just make sure they’re safe and taken care of.”

Punisher 💀

Frank has had some preconceived notions about stoners: he used to think they were lazy and a bit dull. he’s a surprised and uncertain when he finds out you do it but it doesn’t make him think less of you. he just has no experience with it and he's worried for your safety. he demands to know where you got it, from what brand, and if you take him with to the dispensary he’s asking the poor employee so many questions about it.

and now he’s looking up stuff on his phone and he finds himself better equipped with the knowledge needed to take care of you while you're high.

however, he wants to lay down some rules: Frank has to be home when you do it and you should tell him beforehand, don’t try to cook anything, don't go outside, and stay in bed.

he’s a helicopter boyfriend the whole time, always hovering and getting you anything and everything you want as long as you just stay seated. but at a later, more intense stage of your high, he’s carrying you to bed and making you stay horizontal for the rest of the night while you veg out and he's watching you like a hawk. as if you'd somehow be moving around a lot when it feels like your body is melting into the bed.

imagine: you are high as hell in bed, laying on your back. Frank is staring at you and looking you over to make sure you're okay, your mouth open as you stare back at him and he's just staring back. you have a staring contest. his lip curls just a little bit at the corner when he realizes you’re just staring at him because he’s keeping an eye on you.

one time you ask him if he’d still love you if you were a worm, visibly tearing up while Frank looks at you with pure confusion. but then he immediately tries to comfort you because he sees you’re emotionally caught up in the hypothetical.

“Uh, yeah sweetheart. Of course I’d still love ya. I’d get you all the dirt you want and… keep you in a nice a compost bin or somethin’. Whatever you want.”

Frank actually finds himself looking forward to feeding you while you’re high. you just eat so much and he loves to spoil you, so sometimes he’ll make you a whole pot of mac and cheese or order you a big pizza and just let you tear through all of it while he watches.

he’s got you perched in his lap, hand slowly rubbing your back while the other hand is holding you up by your waist as you just devour a pizza or a huge bowl of pasta or some other huge portion of your favorite meal. he makes you take short breaks between bites to drink huge gulps of water and by the end of your meal you’re absolutely stuffed full and can hardly move.

“I swear to God, mac and cheese tastes so much better while high,” you say between huge bites of your comically large bowl of mac and cheese.

“Yeah, that right baby?” Frank says with a soft smile as he holds you, keeping his attention all on you. “Better keep eatin’ it then.”

Frank puts you to sleep like you’re a baby. he’s got you perched up on his lap while you’re on the couch, his knee rocking just a little bit and you end up falling asleep against his chest. he presses a kiss to your cheek with a smile and carries you to bed. then he cleans up and goes to join you in bed, for once not caring too much about waking you up when he gets in because he knows you’ll either stay dead asleep or you’ll go right back to sleep after you wake because you’re still high.

if you somehow manage to convince Frank to take a hit (only one), he’s going to be in bed with you just clinging, holding your whole weight against him. he sleeps like a baby the first time. he decides to indulge in just a single hit right before going to bed some nights. while it does help him sleep, he doesn't love feeling intoxicated and won't indulge in it often — he prefers to keep his mind sharp in case of an emergency.

one time he comes home to see brownies on the counter and without thinking he takes a bite of one. he immediately stops because he can taste the weed. he puts the brownie on a plate and brings it to you like a dad who just found your stash.

“Wanna tell me what this is?”

“Oh, those are my weed brownies. I made them a bit of a higher dose so — wait, did you take a bite out of that one?”

“Yeah. Just a bite. Didn’t eat anything more because I could taste it. Label ‘em next time so I don’t get myself high by accident, okay babydoll?”

Frank can feel it a bit later and he’s fighting to keep a sharp mind but when you get high on those brownies he can’t help but loosen up a little. not by much, just enough to find himself laughing at your worse jokes and eating a big meal with you before you both head to bed together to sleep it off. he doesn't really act high at all, still trying to keep his mind sharp even if it feels a little fuzzy at the edges.

[lsdchris]

L$DCHRIS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.

this is… stoner!chris

(best paired with librarian!reader)

late nights. red eyes. chipped nail polish. sloppy writing. just barely passing. messy hair. longing stares. heavy cologne. loud laughs. rowdy hugs. mf doom. lounging around. high sex. close friends. custom handshakes over high fives.

this is… librarian!reader

(best paired with stoner!chris)

deep reds. romance novels. warm rain. old music. empath. ballet flats. humming to music. hair twirling. tote bags. romantically inexperienced. soft hands. strong scented flowers. long walks. band posters. sage. layered jewelry.

author’s note. i know i said i was gonna do asshole!chris & bestfriend!reader but i had an idea for this that was too good to pass up. i’ll be making a full introduction soon but in the mean time feel free to send asks to get to know these two better.

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

and flirty bff! reader 😁

sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above

suggestive!

[wastelandzella]

dealer!matt / stoner!matt core

[smok3ygoth]

why does my friend's brother lowkey look like matt 😃 no wonder i had a crush on him... he had a crush on me too, but i don't do relationships hahaha

[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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[whore4mattsturniolo]

Eat it - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

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

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.

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[sturnsrecord]

stoner!matt can’t always be there for messy!reader, even when she really needs him.

contains. unresolved ?? angst, crying

the second you walked through the door all hell had broken loose. every tear and sob that had been bottled up from your long day managing to surface as soon as you were home.

the lump in your throat had finally given way as you lazily took your shoes and coat off, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your vision blurred.

it had been a rough day to say the least, your mind and body worn out — now feeling like nothing but a heavy weight against you.

as you left all your stuff in a pile by the door your legs carried you to matts room, not a second thought about it as you opened the door — the potent smell of weed hitting you hard.

“matt.” you croaked out, looking through the smoke filled room to see him sat on the edge of the bed — head hung low with a joint in one hand and an ashtray in the other.

you swallowed slightly at the eerie sight, trying to get your words out better this time. “matt?”

he looked up at you, eyes heavy and bloodshot — like there wasn’t a single light thought behind them. “don’t wanna talk righ’ now.” he murmurs, only to dip his head back down as he takes another toke.

“oh.” you mumble, body stiffening. as much as your own mind was a mess, you knew matts was no different, just like you he had good days and then… not so good days.

and it wasn’t hard to spot them. the way he’d kinda shut down, getting ridiculously high just to not talk to anyone — almost losing his spark until he was feeling good again.

you felt bad seeing him like this, and you wanted to help.

“well i um, kinda had a bad day too.” you murmur, shifting over to sit beside him, eyes glued on the way his gaze remained on the ground.

he sniffles a little, fingers toying with the joint. “i’m uh, sorry to hear that.” he whispers, still refusing to meet your eyes.

you hum a little, unsure how to comfort him. “do you wanna like, go for a walk… maybe talk-“

“don’t wanna talk.” he grumbles, paying more attention to the joint in his hand than your presence beside him.

your lips purse together as you hold back from speaking, unsure what to do now as his harsh tone kinda hits you — only reminding you of how awful you’d been feeling all day.

“well i kinda need…” you sigh, chest tightening as you feel a few tears slip again. “kinda need you right now.” you croak out, only to see him shake his head.

“jesus.” he mutters under his breath, scoffing a little.

you frown, brows pinching together as your teary eyes fleet over the look on his face. disbelief and almost annoyance.

“sorry i just…” he sighs, resting the joint in the ashtray to run his hand over his face — subtly wiping whatever tears were brimming in his own eyes. not wanting you to see.

“i didn’t know you were…” you shift closer, pausing as you find yourself stuck on what to say — letting your shoulder press up against his, feeling the tension in his body.

“i’m fine.” he mutters out, lying through his teeth as he picks the zoot back up, elbows resting on his knees.

“i get it, i mean… it’s shit.” you murmur softly trying your best to talk it out, but he doesn’t wanna hear it — interrupting you again.

“can you just not… right now.” he trails off, realising how harsh he must’ve sounded. but you take it to heart, eyes watering as you feel the nerves in your fingertips buzz with an anxiety and sadness you can’t even explain.

“i’m n-not…” you take in a sharp breath, shifting away from him. “i’m trying to help.” you sob out, looking over at him only to find that he wasn’t taking it that way, shaking his head again in a way you absolutely hated.

“you’re bein’ selfish.” he grumbles softly, your brows furrowing at the comment — the insult hitting you hard. “i’m trying to help.” you repeat brokenly, stomach dropping as you watch the way his expression hardens.

“i don’t want help.” he mumbles, tapping off the ash to watch it fall into the ashtray in his hands. “you know that.” he mutters sharply, eyes finally meeting yours.

his cold expression has you frozen, like a cloud of dark smoke suffocating you — taking away any comfort you'd hoped to get.

“you’re only here, for you.” he mutters before turning back, settling the joint between his lips to take a pull.

“that’s not true… i care… i—“ you take a deep breath, the tears getting the better of you as you bring your sleeve up to wipe your eyes, taking a second to control your breathing and articulate your thoughts.

“if you cared you would’ve left me alone.” he murmurs, his words flat — sounding almost lifeless. and they cut through you like they're the only thing you can hear.

and you know it’s true. you know matt, and you know he doesn’t seek comfort in others — never has. and even though a part of you yearned to be that person for him as much as he was for you, you knew it would never be.

because when matt felt detrimentally shit, there was not a single person on this earth that he would turn to other than himself.

“i just thought— thought i could help.” you sniffle, struggling to get the words out through your tears.

you watch his jaw clench at the sound of you crying, because you knew he felt bad and that he cared. but you could also tell he didn’t want this, he wanted to be alone — and through no fault of your own you were fucking that up.

“you want to feel better, that’s why you’re still here.” he mutters out, only worsening the tight feeling in your chest, the one that made you feel like you were utterly alone right now.

“that’s not…” you sigh, not even wanting to speak as the room falls silent, nothing but the sound of matt exhaling the smoke as it curls out of his mouth.

“do you want me to go?” you mumble out hesitantly, watching the way he pauses for a second before shrugging. 

it hurts that the answers not no, that he doesn’t even crave your presence when he’s feeling like this. but a part of you also felt bad.

there was a difference between feeling shit and whatever it was matt felt when he got like this, hiding away in his room, getting so high he couldn’t think anymore.

and it made you feel hopeless that in seven years of friendship you'd never managed to get him to fully open up.

that he knew your every thought, inside and out, yet he just wouldn’t give himself up like that to anyone.

“i just… needed you, m’sorry.” you finally mumble out, standing up to leave like you knew he wanted you to. he swallows at your words trying to not let his mood get the better of him as he speaks.

“i’m uh, sorry too then.” he murmurs, not bothering to look at your sad expression that he knew would only serve to leave him guilty for not putting you first right now.

and with that you leave, choking back the tears until you’re in your room, huddled under the blankets with lulu tucked under your chin — the small elephant teddy muffling your sobs.

you felt alone and helpless. pathetic for relying on him so much to the point where you ended up utterly ruined when he couldn’t help you.

left feeling like a helpless soul.

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notes. btw this is not detrimental to the storyline whatsoever (they’re fine), it’s just some more insight into their dynamic and how they’re not always good :)