synopsis: headcanons of your boyfriend Chris while you struggle with an eating disorder.

warnings: ANGST , FLUFF , ED mentions, crying, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

X Starting to connect the dots

Chris could tell something wasn’t right. He knew you had a habit of forgetting to drink water and eating real meals, but this…this was different. You seemed so caught up in your own thoughts. Spacing out was a blanket term for how you dissociated when food came up in the conversation. You started saying no to your favorite foods, telling him you weren’t hungry when he hadn’t seen you eat all day. 

“What’s wrong, baby? I…I can tell something’s wrong, just–talk to me. Please.” 

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Matt loves his baby.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, suggestive content, established relationship

With love and big tits, Rose

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It was all so warm—too warm. Every breath felt shallow and it made you feel so guilty. Your boyfriend's lips were hungry kissing down your body, prideful in the way they left a trail of wet salvia glistening over your skin. Matt was always so thoughtful, so gentle. Nothing had changed except for something in your brain—something that told you that nothing felt right today, not even this. “Mmmmmmm, you’re so soft, sweetheart,” he trails off, letting his lips suction around the skin of your inner thigh, his hands massaging the flesh not too far from your underwear.

car wash .ᐟ

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ smut ★ unprotected sex ★ car sex ★ dirty talk ★ praising ★ pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl) ★ creampie ★ getting caught

wc: 1.9k

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴇʏᴇʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ

...𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

requested by @bernardsbendystraws !! also creds to @vanteguccir for the (almost) poking idea sbhsjshs

“Don't move.”

Matt freezes like a statue, halfway through opening a bottle of juice. “Why?”

You're already leaning in, eyes squinted in serious concentration. “I just need to check something.”

YES YES YES EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE THANK YOU BBDOLL!!!!

lowkey kind of crazy, proceed with caution and script safety.

🌸 “Bunny Comforts You: A Shifter’s Tale” 🐰

This is Bunny. Bunny is small and soft, with fluffy fur and ears that twitch when she’s curious (which is always). She lives in a quiet little meadow, full of blooming clovers and cozy patches of sunlight. Bunny spends her days nibbling sweet grass and watching the stars come out one by one.

But Bunny isn’t just any bunny.

You see, Bunny is a Shifter.

She learned long ago that she could go to other worlds—worlds full of magic and wonder and all her favorite things. Some were made of candy, some were quiet castles with warm fireplaces and soft pillows. One was a floating library with books that whispered stories to her as she hopped through the air. But her favorite world? The one where all her friends were safe, happy, and free to be anything they dreamed of.

One evening, Bunny noticed you.

You were sitting quietly, staring at the sky. Your shoulders drooped. Your eyes looked far away, like they were searching for something they couldn’t find.

So Bunny hopped over.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just nestled beside you in the soft grass. Her little paws tucked underneath her, and she wiggled her nose gently.

“You’ve been trying really hard, haven’t you?” she finally said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

You nodded. Maybe you didn’t even have the words to explain how tired you felt. How you kept trying to shift, night after night, and still woke up in the same place. How you wondered if you were doing it wrong. Or if something was wrong with you.

Bunny looked up at the stars and blinked slowly.

“Shifting isn’t something you force,” she said. “It’s something you remember how to do.”

She paused.

“Like a bunny remembering where her burrow is. Or how the stars always know where to shine.”

Then she reached out her tiny paw and held yours.

“You’re not failing, little star. You’re becoming. Every thought, every try, every moment you close your eyes and feel your DR, you are already there. You’re building the bridge with every breath.”

You looked down at Bunny, and for a moment… something in your heart softened. Maybe, just maybe, it was okay not to be perfect. Maybe it was okay to trust.

So Bunny helped you lie back. She tucked a little flower beside your pillow and whispered,

“Let’s try together tonight.”

She showed you how she shifts. Not with effort. Not with pressure. But with softness.

First, she let her little body get very still. The kind of still that happens when the wind hushes and even the flowers stop swaying.

Then she focused on the world behind her eyelids. It was a soft, dark place— Infinite, gentle.

“I am shifting,” she whispered. “It is already done. I’m already there.”

And then, she let go.

No grasping. No chasing. Just floating. Trusting.

You breathed with her.

You felt safe.

Warm.

Held.

You are never alone on this journey. You are always shifting, even when it feels like standing still. And Bunny will always believe in you, even when you forget how to believe in yourself.

BUNNY LOVES YOU & SHE KNOWS YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOPPOSITE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N and Matt are polar opposites.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Matt was not an extroverted person. Unsurprisingly, he was a quieter, more reserved guy who liked to have his own space and took his own time to say what he wanted if he was asked to do so. His mood would change drastically if he was forced to talk when or with whoever he didn't want to.

Y/N, on the other hand, looked like a little ball of light that wouldn't stay still. She had a habit of talking a lot in a short space of time, uttering words until she was out of breath. In addition to always seeming to be in a good mood, a smile decorating her face like a permanent tattoo. Energetic was the word that defined her.

Therefore, when she and Matt revealed their relationship to the public, many fans didn't understand the origin of their love, as they were very different, literally polar opposites.

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"... Stop! Stop protecting your insecurities because you know you have an ass haircut, so you're projecting what could possibly happen to me! At least I'm willing to take that change." Nick screamed next to Y/N, moving his arms comically in exaggerated despair.

Chris laughed loudly at his speech, leaning his back against the car door from the passenger seat so that he could have a better view of the back. Matt smiled as he shook his head, watching them in the rearview mirror.

Y/N quickly nodded her head, her eyes wide as she raised her hands, showing that she wanted to initiate her own opinion on the matter.

"Exactly! You only try to diminish others because you are insecure about yourself. It's impossible to be friends with people like that. They are always trying to diminish someone, saying absurd things that cause so much discomfort." She spoke quickly, gesturing with her hands as her eyes darted between Nick and the rearview mirror, or rather, Matt's blue eyes.

Matt watched her with eyes full of love and affection, nodding his head in agreement to what she was saying.

"They're always talking bad about someone, have you noticed?" Y/N turned to face the blonde next to her, pointing her right index finger towards him, who hummed.

"Yes, exactly!" Nick shouted, slamming his hands against the back of Chris's seat, earning an angry shout from the boy.

"People can only give what they have inside themselves." Y/N finished her train of thought, shrugging as she licked her lips, wetting them.

Matt quickly reached for the bottle of his own tea in the cup holder between the front seats, opening the lid and turning his upper body towards the back, silently offering the drink to his girlfriend. She smiled big, sending a wink as a "thank you" before taking the bottle.

"It's good to have Y/N in a video with us. She speaks for both of them." Chris commented briefly, pointing to Y/N and Matt, letting out a hysterical laugh when he saw Matt rolling his eyes - but still not denying anything.

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Matt was fast asleep. His head buried in the white pillow, and his body curled up like a burrito around the fluffy duvet. His mouth was half open, low snores escaping from between his lips. His eyelids trembled slightly, showing that his mind was sailing through dream land.

Y/N slowly opened the door with her elbow, her hands occupied by a wooden tray that held a simple but nutritious breakfast for two. The girl had a big smile decorating her face as she walked with light steps towards the bed.

She placed the tray on the closest bedside table in one quick movement before going to the windows, opening the black-out curtains, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the room completely.

A grumbling sound was heard from the bed, Matt lifting the duvet to the top of his head, still half asleep. Y/N smiled at his reaction, quickly walking to the bed, kneeling on the mattress and pulling the blanket off the boy, laying her chest on her boyfriend's bare one, bringing her face closer to his.

"Good morning, my love." She murmured against his cheek, sealing her lips over his skin repeatedly.

Matt grumbled again, his brow furrowing in false anger but pushing his face against hers lightly, enjoying the feeling of being showered in affection by his girlfriend.

"Come on baby, wake up!" Y/N asked a few seconds later - after seeing his eyes closing again -, her fingers pulling Matt's eyebrows up slightly, watching him forcefully open his blue orbs.

Her laughter echoed through the room as the boy pretended to go bite her, a smile spreading across his face instantly.

"It's such a beautiful day outside. I thought we'd have a picnic. Or we could go to that golf park. Oh oh oh, or we could cook that blackberry pie you wanted. We could also-" Her words came quickly, excitement evident in her voice.

Matt's sleepy brain took a few minutes to process what his girlfriend was saying, his head just nodding in agreement without even knowing what he was agreeing to.

"Can we?" Y/N's question caught his attention. Matt only opened his right eye, looking at her for a few seconds, trying to search in his mind what she was asking him to do without achieving any results.

Matt didn't understand how Y/N woke up with so much energy, while he needed at least 20 minutes to really feel alive.

"Yeah, sure." The brunette mentally shrugged his shoulders. She wouldn't have asked him to do something risky to their lives, so it was okay for him to accept it without knowing what it was. Right?

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Y/N knocked twice on the door of her shared room with Matt, the sound almost imperceptible. She turned the handle and opened it, entering the room slowly.

The sound of loud music escaped the brunette's headphones, which rested against his ears. The boy was sitting in his gaming chair, and his upper body bent slightly forward as his hands worked on the keyboard, probably answering emails sent to the Sturniolo Triplets inbox.

The girl walked with light and quick steps towards her boyfriend, a small smile on her face in excitement. She gently touched his right shoulder, alerting him to her presence.

Matt looked up, his eyes instantly brightening as he noticed Y/N there. His hands pushed the headphone back - leaving it hanging around his neck - while his feet moved on the floor, turning the chair so that he was facing her.

"Babe, it's raining." Y/N quickly said, without even waiting for him to talk.

Matt frowned, his hands moving up to her hips, lightly squeezing the covered area.

"Yeah, I know, honey." He nodded, confused as to why she would be telling him the obvious, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the windows from outside filled the room.

"Can we dance in the rain? Please, please, please?" Y/N clasped her hands in front of her body in a sign of prayer, pleading with her eyes.

Matt raised his eyebrows, the thought of getting completely wet with the freezing rain made him shiver, his mind already imagining his clothes sticking to his skin.

He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily.

"What I wouldn't do for you?"

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"What do you guys want?" Madi asked as she stood up from her seat at the table on the fast food restaurant, ready to place the triplets' and Y/N's orders besides her own.

Nick quickly said what he wanted without taking his eyes off his phone, choosing the photos that he would put in that Friday's photo dump. Chris mumbled his order, resting his left cheek on his hand - which was supported on the table by his elbow -, his eyes focused on the digital menu on his own phone.

Madi nodded to the two before turning to Matt and Y/N, waiting for them to say what they wanted.

"For me, it's just going to be a cheeseburger and a Diet Coke. And Matt's going to have a double cheeseburger and a root beer." Y/N counted on her fingers as she said each food, watching Madi nod when she finished. "Thank you, Madi." She blew the brunette an air kiss.

Matt pressed his lips to the top of Y/N's head lightly before pulling her to rest the back of her shoulder against his chest.

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"No, Chris, I don't want a blueberry donut." Matt rolled his eyes, huffing as he leaned his hips against the table, his arms crossed.

"You're hungry, and it's the only thing we have right now, Matt." Chris rolled his eyes back, exchanging looks with Nate, who smiled, amused by his reaction.

"What happened to you today? Did you wake up with the wrong foot?" Nick asked, his tone full of annoyance, wrinkling his nose.

"Why don't you shut-" Matt's sentence was interrupted by Y/N entering the kitchen, humming a Taylor Swift song under her breath.

"Oh, hi guys! Good morning." Y/N smiled brightly at the four of them, her eyes shining as she met Matt's, approaching him with quick steps - throwing smiles towards Chris, Nick, and Nate as she passed them. "Hi baby." She rose on her tiptoes, sealing his lips in a quick kiss.

A smile automatically grew on Matt's face, his eyes taking on a lovestruck look, all the anger he felt vanishing.

"Did you eat? I didn't see you eating breakfast earlier. You must be hungry." She asked, still facing him, her brow furrowed in concern as her right hand rested lightly on Matt's stomach, stroking the covered skin.

"No, baby. There's nothing interesting here." The boy sighed dramatically, ignoring his brothers' murmurs of disgust.

"We still have blueberry donuts, honey. There are some left over from the video you three made yesterday." Y/N pointed to the counter, where the box of donuts sat next to the stove. "You liked them, right?" She moved slightly away from Matt, reaching out and taking one before handing it to the boy.

Matt instantly smiled, taking the sweet from Y/N's hands with his right one and bringing it to his mouth, biting off a small piece. His left hand rested on Y/N's hip, caressing the area.

"It doesn't even look like he just-" Nick began his sentence, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Thank you, my love." Matt cut Nick off, sending a glare in his direction over Y/N's right shoulder before opening a big smile to her, biting off another piece.

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"Hi, good afternoon! How are you?" Y/N greeted the McDonald's attendant, a big smile lighting up her face, as her eyes went to the board where the menu was displayed, mentally confirming what she was going to order.

The attendant smiled back quickly, her heart warming at finally being able to have a kind costumer who wasn't in a bad mood.

"Good afternoon! I'm great, thank you." She nodded momentarily, placing her fingers on the computer screen, ready to select the order. "What can I do for you today?" Her eyes went from Y/N to Matt, who was standing behind the girl.

His hands rested in the front pocket of the hoodie that covered his upper body, while an awkward smile spread across his face, nodding briefly.

Y/N started ordering calmly, including Chris and Nick's orders that she had already memorized - even though they both said they didn't want anything, she knew that Nick would end up biting a peace of her burger and Chris would steal Matt's fries -, giving the attendant time to select everything without rushing.

"Is that all for today?"

"Yes, that's all." Y/N confirmed, taking Matt's wallet out of her purse and taking out her card, quickly paying for the order. "Thank you so much. Have a nice day!"

Matt quickly mumbled a "thank you" before intertwining his fingers with Y/N's, allowing her to pull him toward a table.

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Yes, they were polar opposites, but Matt and Y/N showed every day that opposites really do attract each other.

© vanteguccir

𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒓 | 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ AVALON , $uicideboy$

subby!matt sturniolo x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, needy, over the phone, short, helping him jerk off before the show, semi-public, cumming on his tummy, sweet ending

word count : 1.3k ♡

—Matt's sprawled out on the tour bus couch, sweats shoved down just enough to free his aching cock, his hand wrapped tight around the base. The screen of his phone glows in the dim space, his other hand gripping it like a lifeline, like if he holds on tight enough, he might actually feel you.

"Yeah? You miss me that bad, Matty?" Your voice is all teasing, but there's something sweet underneath it, something that makes his dick twitch in his palm.

"Baby," he groans, low and wrecked, his thumb smearing pre-cum over his tip, making a filthy mess of himself. "I'm losin' my fuckin' mind over here."

You hum softly, and fuck, it does something to him. "What are you doing right now?"

Matt swallows hard, his breath shaky. "What the fuck you think, angel?" His grip tightens, his wrist flicking slow, squeezing just right. "Got my cock in my fuckin’ fist, thinkin' about you."

You let out a breathy little sigh, and it makes his balls tighten. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he grits out, hips twitching into his own grip. "Wish it was you, baby. Wish I had that pretty little mouth wrapped around me instead—fuck, I’d be so deep in your throat right now."

You whimper, and he swears he almost fucking busts right there.

"Wish I was there," you murmur, voice sweet as sin. "Wish I could get on my knees for you, let you use my mouth however you want."

Matt groans, his head falling back against the cushion. "Jesus fuck," he breathes, his pace picking up, his strokes rougher now, needier.

"You’d let me fuck it, yeah?" he pants, chest rising and falling, abs tensing every time his fist drags down his length. "Let me hold your head still, shove my cock all the way in—fuck, bet you’d gag so pretty for me."

"Matt," you whisper, and the way your voice shakes makes his dick throb in his hand.

"That got you wet, huh?" His tone is smug, but he's barely holding on himself, barely keeping it together when all he wants to do is be buried inside you. "Bet you’re all soaked for me, playin’ with that pretty little pussy while I’m over here fuckin’ strokin’ my cock to the sound of your voice."

You let out a soft, breathy moan, and his entire body tenses. "I am," you admit, voice all sweet and shy, but fuck, he knows what you’re doing. "Wish you could see how messy I am for you, baby. Wish you could feel how wet you make me."

His breath stutters, his strokes getting faster, filthier, his palm slick and sticky from how much he’s leaking. "I’d ruin you, baby," he growls. "Fuck you so good you’d be dripping for days, let everyone see what I fuckin’ did to you."

His jaw clenches, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his fist works his cock faster, tighter. His whole body is buzzing, heat curling deep in his gut, the filth spilling from your lips only pushing him closer to the edge.

"Yeah?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "Bet you’d let me fuck you open, huh? Get you all sloppy, all loose, just so I can shove it even deeper."

His cock twitches in his hand, his grip tightening, his hips jerking up into his own fist like he can fuck you through the phone, like if he strokes himself hard enough, fast enough, he might actually feel you wrapped around him.

"Fuck, baby," he grits out, his head falling back against the cushion. "You sayin' you want me to breed that pretty little pussy? Fill you up so full you can't do nothin' but take it?"

You whimper, and it's fucking devastating. "Yes," you whisper, desperate. "Want it so bad, Matty. Want you to come inside me, wanna feel it dripping out of me—fuck, please."

His whole body seizes up, his strokes against his hard, thick cock turning frantic, filthy, his slick, cum-slicked hand flying over his cock at rapid speed, rubbing against his shaft and teasing against his tip.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groans. "You're gonna fuckin’ kill me, sweetheart."

He’s close, so fucking close. His breath is sharp, his muscles coiled so tight he might snap, his cock leaking all over his fingers, making a goddamn mess of himself.

"Come for me, baby," you purr. "Be a good boy and give it to me. Let me hear you when you spill all over yourself, baby. Let me hear how bad you need me."

And that’s it.

His whole body locks up, his breath catching before he lets out the filthiest, most wrecked groan, your name spilling from his lips as his cock pulses in his hand, thick, hot cum shooting over his stomach, dripping between his fingers, spilling all over his tummy.

His hips jerk, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, his mind going completely blank except for you, your voice, the way you sound so goddamn proud of him.

For a second, he can’t even move, can’t do anything except breathe heavy into the phone, his fingers limp, his whole body buzzing from the intensity of it. His hand is still wrapped around his softening cock, the mess of his hot come cooling on his stomach, his skin and hair damp with sweat.

"You make a mess, baby?" Your voice is all sweet and smug, and Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"You have no fuckin' idea," he mutters, reaching blindly for the napkins on the table, swiping at the sticky mess across his stomach, careful not to spill any onto the cushions.

You giggle, and it sends another shiver down his spine. "Wish I was there to clean you up."

Matt smirks, shaking his head as he finally pulls his sweats back up, shifting to get comfortable. "Yeah?" His voice is still rough, still wrecked. "Bet you'd lick it right off me, huh? Get on your knees, clean up every last drop like a good fuckin’ girl?"

You let out a soft, teasing hum. "Guess you’ll just have to come home and find out, baby."

Matt glances at the time on his phone, groaning when he realizes he’s only got a few minutes before he has to get ready for the show. His body still feels heavy, skin still buzzing, but fuck—he knows the second he gets on stage, he’s gonna be thinking about you. Gonna be standing under those lights, mic in hand, dick still half-hard in his sweats because you’ve got him so fucking wound up.

"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. "I gotta go, baby."

You pout through the phone, voice all sweet and teasing. "Already?"

Matt huffs out a breathy laugh, rubbing at his temple. "Yeah, angel. Got a show to do. Can't be up there with a fuckin' hard-on."

You giggle, and it sends another rush of warmth through him. "Well, that sounds like a personal problem."

He smirks, shaking his head. "Yeah, and you’re the problem, baby." He shifts on the couch, stretching out before bringing the phone back to his ear. His voice drops, softer now, a little more real. "I miss you, y'know."

Your breath catches. "I miss you too, Matty."

He exhales through his nose, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "When I get home," he murmurs, "I ain't lettin’ you out of my sight. Gonna keep you in my bed, keep you on my cock—fuck, I’ll make you pay for makin’ me wait like this."

You hum, all sweet and taunting. "I guess I'll just have to let you take your revenge on me then, huh, baby?"

Matt grins, his eyes flicking toward the closed door of the tour bus, knowing he’s only got seconds left. "Damn right you will." He presses the phone a little closer to his ear, closing his eyes. "Kiss me."

You let out a soft breath before you make a little kissing sound into the phone, and he swears his heart clenches. He presses his lips together, returning the gesture.

"Love you," you whisper.

Matt's chest tightens. "Love you too, sweetheart."

thank you for reading !

this is the first time i have EVER written a sub centered fic…

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