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— ᥫ᭡ bonus track! MOO! . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . The cow print lingerie had meant to be a gag gift that you would never actually try on, but after Matt and Chris dare you to, you do. And once they see you, they can't help themselves.

contains . . . smut, lingerie, slight overstimulation, handjobs + blowjobs, slight madison beer cameo

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #13

You were knee-deep in the back of your closet, half-lost in the boxes and bags of old t-shirts, high school hoodies, and forgotten shoes that you were now forcing yourself to get through now that it was time for spring cleaning, when your fingers curled around the corner of a tossed away holiday gift bag, a tag attached to it reading "From: Madison, To: The prettiest queen I know."

“Oh my God...” you muttered to yourself, pulling it free. The bag crinkled loudly, drawing the attention of the two boys who were lounging lazily on your bed.

Matt sat propped up against your pillows, one leg bent and the other stretched out, scrolling through something on his phone. Chris lay sprawled out with his head at the bottom of the bed, arms tucked under his head, eyes half-lidded with that look he got when he was almost napping but still listening.

“You find somethin' cursed?” Chris asked without even opening his eyes.

You peeked into the bag and let out a huffed laugh that was between surprise and slight embarrassment. “No, worse. You guys remember Madison’s gag gift last Christmas?”

Matt looked up from his phone, suddenly intrigued with the conversation. “The one she said would ‘unleash your inner farm fantasy’ and yet you never showed us?”

“I tried to save myself the embarrassment. I honestly thought she was joking until I'd opened it,” You muttered jokingly, noticing as Chris cracked one eye open.

You reached into the bag and pulled out the cow print lingerie set, holding it up like it was the weirdest piece of clothing to exist — white and black splotches on a soft satin bra and panties, white mesh thigh highs with frilly edging, and complete with a pair of fluffy ears and tiny horns attached to a headband.

The room went silent for a moment before both boys burst out laughing.

“No way she actually gave you that,” Matt laughed, sitting up more.

You scoffed as you turned it over in your hands, holding up the headband to look at it. “I'm pretty sure she even said the horns were for ‘realistic dairy cow roleplay.’”

Chris coughed out a laugh, shaking his head as he propped himself up on his elbows and forearms. “She’s sick for that one. Gotta love her for it.”

As you shook your head and went to put the set back into the bag, determined to just leave it in your closet for the rest of time, you heard Matt's voice suddenly speak up, his tone dripping with a mischievous, playful edge. “You have to try it on.”

You blinked, turning your head to look at him as if he was crazy. “Excuse me?”

Chris brought his hand up to rest his chin on his palm, his eyebrows raised with intrigued demeanor. “Yeah. You can’t just wave it around like that and not put it on. That’s like, illegal.”

“I’m not putting this on,” you scoffed out as if it was a stupid request, though you were already thinking of what it would look like on you, heat blooming in your cheeks.

“Why not?” Matt leaned forward, the grin on his face growing. “You’d look kind of adorable. Like, stupidly cute and also kinda ridiculous.”

“It’s a cow, Matt.”

“Exactly." Chris backed up Matt with a smirk. “And you have the confidence to pull it off. I bet you’d make it look good.”

They were both looking at you now — teasing, but genuinely curious too. The kind of challenge they knew you couldn’t back down from, no matter how hard you tried to.

You stared at them, then at the ridiculous lingerie set, then back again, your eyes narrowing before you let out a defeated breath.

“…Ok, fine. But if I come out and one of you moos, I’m walking straight out the front door and never coming back.”

Matt held up his hands in mock surrender, an amused grin on his lips. “No mooing. Scout’s honor.”

Chris saluted lazily, smirking as well. “Promise.”

You disappeared into the bathroom with the bag, rolling your eyes albeit smiling as you closed the door behind you. The material was soft, surprisingly well made for something that was supposed to be a joke as you slipped it on piece by piece — strappy bottoms, a barely-there triangle top that extenuated your chest in a way bras never had before, the silk thigh highs that hugged your thick thighs just right, and finally, as if a cherry on top, the headband.

You caught a glance of yourself in the mirror and laughed under your breath, though your eyes did trail over how good your body looked in it, before you rolled your eyes with a small smile. Madison, you lunatic.

When you stepped out into the bedroom again, both Matt and Chris went dead quiet, their mouths nearly dropping.

Matt’s phone slipped from his hand onto the mattress, forgotten.

Chris sat up so fast he nearly knocked over the pile of clothes you had folded beside him.

“…Holy shit—” Matt swallowed hard, blinking as if he was dreaming. “Okay, I was joking earlier... but now I’m reconsidering taking back everything I thought before.”

You tried to hide your grin but failed miserably as you heard Chris let out a breath, looking as if he was on the brink of drooling. “I told you not to moo.”

Chris stared at you like he forgot what words were. “I–I didn’t moo. I just… forgot English for a second.”

You furrowed your brows for a moment as you giggled, shaking your head. “Are you two broken or something?” you teased, posing playfully with a hand on your hip, the headband tilted just slightly on your head.

Matt shook his head slowly. “You look — okay, why does that look crazy fuckin' hot on you?”

“I think I’m gonna pass out..." Chris muttered. “Like. Actually. You can’t just do that.”

You crossed the room slowly to the edge of the bed, letting their eyes rake up and down your body whilst following your movements. “You two dared me. This is on you.”

“Well, now I’m not sure if this is a win or a personal attack,” Matt joked, voice rougher now, eyes trailing over every inch of you with a kind of stunned awe.

Chris leaned back again, arms behind his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Madison’s a menace." But as he looked over at Matt, the two brother's sharing a playful grin, you knew they had something in mind. "But she might be a genius.”

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"God damn, you look so fuckin' good on your knees like that..."

Panted breaths and whined groans spilled from both Matt and Chris as they stood above you on opposite sides, your hands working both of their cocks at the same time.

You'd been going at this for a good while now, already having their previous load splattered all over your chest and hands — which you'd used from your hands as natural lube to work them both up for a second orgasm — making a practically pornographic scene for them to look down at.

"Jesus– F–fuck, baby—" Matt panted out, whimpering pathetically at the way your hand squeezed the head of his cock as you pumped him, a breathless chuckle leaving Chris to your left.

"Pretty sure the milking process is supposed to be the other way around," Chris joked, before clenching his teeth and groaning as you giggled before licking up a bead of pre-cum from his tip, taking the head of his cock between your plush lips to suckle it.

You felt as Chris's hand moved down to tangle within your already slightly messy hair from their previous gripping, making you take more of him before the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, a moan spilling from his lips as you nose practically nuzzled the curls at his pelvis.

"God damn, ma— Gonna make me fuckin' blow again— Shit—" Chris groaned, his head killing back a bit as he subtly thrusted his hips to met the bobs of your head.

Your hand wrapped around Matt's cock pumped him at a steady, fast enough speed that had him fucking into your fist, whimpered moans leaving him in a way that was much different than Chris's deep groans. Almost pathetically adorable in comparison.

You pulled your mouth off of Chris's cock with a soft pop, kissing his tip as you looked up at him playfully, giggling as his cock twitched in your hand that now wrapped it. You turned your head to how focus on Matt, your hand tilting his cock up a bit so that you could lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, your tongue swirling around the head of his dick before you took him into your mouth.

"O–oh shit— Baby—" Matt whimpered as his hand switched places with Chris's, tangling his fingers into your hair as his stomach twitched and caved for a moment before his hips gave a thrust, a moan falling from his lips at the wet heat of your mouth.

Sinful noise spilled from both of them, your eyes looking up at Matt then glancing over at Chris as you bobbed your head, loving how you could make them like this with nothing more than some silly little outfit.

Soon enough, you felt Matt's cock twitch in your mouth, his thighs trembling as his breathing became more whiny. "Fuuuck— 'm gonna cum— oh my god—"

"Shit— Me too, ma— Got us both on the damn edge—" Chris followed up, groaning as his cock throbbed in your hand. You pulled from Matt's cock with another soft pop, your hand wrapping around him as you focused both of your hands on pumping them in time, a steady pace that had them both gasping and fucking into your fists.

"Holy—"

"Fuck—!"

Both of them gasped in near unison as ropes and ropes of cum spurted from their cocks, your mouth opening as it got all over your tongue, cheeks, your face just entirely, making you a mess straight out of a porno, a breathless giggle leaving you at how they both cursed and moaned.

They both rode out their highs, fucking your fists until they finally stilled, panting and practically trembling — more Matt than Chris in that department. You couldn't help yourself as you slowly pumped your hands just a bit more to tease them.

"Ah ah, no– fuck, no more—" Chris breathlessly chuckled, groaning at the overstimulation.

"P–please— no baby—" Matt whined, chuckling with Chris as they both stepped back, leaving you to giggle as your hands left their cocks, reaching over to grab the rag on the edge of the bed Matt had gotten earlier, wiping off your face the best you could before you'd go to the bathroom later to fully wash off.

"So? Was the gift really worth it?" You cooed up at them, watching the way they both tugged back on their boxers.

"Best gag gift I've seen in a long damn time," Chris teased, fixing your headband before you swatted his hand away playfully with a giggle, your eyes looking up at Matt as he reached out a hand to help you up, bringing you up to your feet before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Tell Madison we said fuckin' thank you."

☆ : welp chat– we finally did it! 13 full days of nonstop fics– i've NEVER written this much in my life, and as much as it totally kinda drained me, I had an absolute BLAST!! I hope you all loved how this marathon turned out, cause I'm sure as hell proud with what I made for y'all. If there's any pairing from any of these fics you'd like to see more of, don't hesitate to hit up my inbox for requests!! I already am planning some stuff, but until then, I hope you guys enjoyed this read and all the others of this marathon!! Thank you so so much for reading along, I love yall, MMMMWAH!! <33

(miss yapper over here, gah damn-)

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y2kstarr · 14 days ago

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OHH MHM MHMMM 🫠🫠

ᥫ᭡ ౨ৎ sweetheart!matt loves a good quickie with barista!reader . . .

matt walks through the door of the coffee shop, his eyes immediately locking onto you behind the counter. his heart races as he takes in the sight of you, your messy bun held in place by a hair tie, a smudge of chocolate on your cheek. you glance up from your task, a knowing smile spreading across your face. he strides over to you, a gentle hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. "hi pretty," he whispers against your skin. "you think you can take your break now?"

you nod, a blush creeping up your neck at the promise in his voice. he leads you to the back, the bathroom door closing with a soft click behind you both. before you can even react, matt's lips are on yours, hungry and demanding. his hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him.

he spins you around, pressing your back against the cold wall. his fingers tug at the hem of your skirt, sliding beneath to caress the smooth skin of your thighs. you gasp as he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. his cock throbs against you, pressing insistently against the fabric of his jeans.

"fuck, i need you," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. he shoves his jeans down his thighs, his hard cock springing free. he positions himself at your entrance, the head nudging against your slick folds. with a swift thrust, he's buried deep inside you, both of you groaning at the exquisite sensation.

matt sets a punishing pace, his thrusts driving you both towards the edge. your nails dig into his shoulders, your head thrown back in pleasure. his hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts through your uniform, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

"matt, baby—oh my gosh," you moan, your walls clenching around him. he hushes you gently and puts his hand over your mouth, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you. you're teetering on the brink, the pleasure coiling tightly in your belly.

"cum for me, lovey." matt urges, his voice strained with his own need. with a muffled cry, you tumble over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you. matt follows soon after, his seed spilling inside you as he buries his face in your neck. his body trembles against yours, his breath coming in short gasps.

he gently lowers you to the ground, his arms still wrapped around you. you lean into him, both of you catching your breaths. "i love you," he murmurs, kissing your forehead. "i love you too," you reply, a content smile on your face. you tidy yourselves up, straightening your clothes and making sure everything is back in place. with one last lingering kiss, matt heads out the door, leaving you feeling loved and utterly satisfied.

💌: i rarely ever write smut for these two i literally cannot imagine them getting freaky idk why 😭😭

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hi name twin, im so happy we’re finally moots ngl like i’ve been obsessed w ur fics for a while now

omg HII!! STOP i'm obsessed with YOU, your style and writing and everything is just MWAH 👌

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y2kstarr · 15 days ago

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new fic for HOT PINK marathon

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y2kstarr · 15 days ago

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ᝰ.ᐟtaglist #1

new fic for HOT PINK marathon

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— ᥫ᭡ juicy . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . At the gym, Chris and Matt spot you doing squats, and to their surprise, they realize just how thick your ass and thighs had gotten from your routine workouts, leading them to want to show you just how much they appreciate your hard work

contains . . . eventual smut, threesome (ZERO INCEST), reverse cowgirl position, oral (m!receiving) + handjob, slight spanking, praise

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #12

Controlled breaths and soft grunts left Matt's lips as he stood in front of the wide mirrors on the walls, watching himself as his arms curled up, his hands gripping dumbbells.

His white tank top was already clinging to his chest and shoulders, darkened around the collar with sweat. His arms flexed with each movement, clean and practiced, biceps bulging as he curled the weights up slow, controlled, the kind of effort that didn’t need noise to prove itself.

A few feet away, Chris was mid-set on the incline bench, veins snaking along his arms as he pushed the barbell upward, the plates clinking softly as they steadied at the top, breaths slow and steady.

His black tank stuck to his skin in the same way as Matt's, but it rode up at the sides to reveal carved abs and a sheen of sweat ran down his v-line that lead underneath his basketball shorts.

They weren’t talking and they didn’t need to. The shared rhythm was there like always — both of them tuned into their own routines, but still clocking each other in that silent way brothers do. Who was lifting heavier. Who was keeping pace. Who was going to tap out first.

Matt made it through one more before his form started to slip. He paused mid-lift, teeth gritted and his huffs seeping through his teeth, then let the weights drop with a quiet, frustrated thud against the mat, a defeated huff leaving him as he heard Chris's bar clink as he racked it.

From the bench, Chris didn't even try to hide his grin as he sat up, his voice almost breathless as he celebrated. “Ha! Told you you’d tap out first.”

Matt shot him a look, still catching his breath, rolling his shoulder in that way he always did when he was being petty. “I didn’t tap out. I’m switching muscle groups.”

“Sure you are,” Chris teased, grasping his gym towel and tapping the sweat that lines his hairline. “That face said ‘I’m done’ five reps ago.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his water bottle. “Your bar’s lighter than my warm-up set.”

Chris leaned forward on his knees, towel now slung around his neck as he chuckled. “You can say whatever helps you sleep tonight, man. Just admit it — you tapped out.”

Matt ignored him, raising the bottle to his lips as his eyes absentmindedly swept across the gym absently — just taking in the space, the atmosphere and other people present, maybe thinking about what machine to hit next.

Until his eyes suddenly landed on you.

All three of you had come together, a routine you'd kept up for the last three months of your relationship, but as Matt looked at you, he'd realized something he sure as hell didn't realize before.

You were at the squat rack with your back to them, legs shoulder-width apart, moving through your set with slow, intentional form. There wasn’t a hint of struggle in the way you lowered into each rep, thighs tightening beneath your leggings, ass moving in that perfectly controlled rhythm.

Matt blinked once, then twice, and slowly, his water bottle lowered just a little from his lips, as if he were in a trance.

Chris noticed the shift in his brother's silence, that pause in his motion, and decided to follow his gaze, suddenly now beyond happy he'd made the decision to do so.

You were still going, steady, focused, completely in your own zone. Each time you lowered, your form was solid — back straight, knees right where they needed to be. But the way your leggings hugged you, how your thick thighs now filled out the piece of clothing, how the curve of your ass moved with every rep — fuck, it was something else.

Chris finally broke the silence as he let out a quiet breath. “Damn.”

Matt didn’t answer, just tilted his head a little like he was recalibrating everything.

“When did that happen?” Chris asked under his breath, referring to how thick you'd gotten, tone almost impressed as he stood up from the bench he was on.

Matt swallowed as he slowly capped his bottle, still watching you with a chuckle in his tone. “I have no idea... but i'm fucking loving it.”

“She’s been working legs without us,” Chris pointed out as he now stood next to Matt, a little amused now, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Matt glanced at him. “Apparently.”

They both stood there for a second, caught between moving and not. You hadn’t looked over yet — but the angle of the mirror in front of you caught everything. And a beat later, your eyes flicked up, right to where they stood.

You didn’t miss a thing. Not the way they were staring, not the way Matt had gone quiet, not the crooked grin starting to pull at Chris’s mouth, even if they both looked like total pervs just staring at you.

You didn’t break your stride though, just kept going, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips — smug, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Chris leaned over just a little toward Matt, keeping his voice low and teasing. “Still pacing yourself?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Chris, shaking his head once before holding his bottle tight in his grip, starting to walk over to you.

“You coming?” he asked over his shoulder at Chris who looked as if he was still curious on whether he should come to you or not, but as Matt grew closer, he couldn't help but chuckle before he grabbed his bottle from the bench and made his way over to you and Matt.

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By the time all three of you got home, you were trying not to grin as you fumbled with your keys, the lock just slightly stubborn in that way it always was. You leaned into the door with a soft laugh under your breath as Matt’s hands slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against him.

“Hey—” you protested, giggling a little, half-surprised at how handsy they were getting with you. “I’m trying to open the door.”

Chris’s voice was a breath right at your ear. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. “That’s why you've been taking your sweet ol' time with the key for like… a full minute.”

You laughed again, breathy and flustered. “It’s stuck!”

Matt kissed the back of your shoulder, slow and warm, whilst Chris's kissed at the opposite side of your neck, Matt murmuring against your skin. “You’re stuck. On our minds.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were already smiling, biting your lip as you finally got the door open. The second it creaked inward, Chris stepped behind you as you all walked in and kicked it closed without missing a beat.

You took two steps forward before you felt Matt’s mouth again, soft and slow at the base of your neck, while Chris’s hands slid under your tank top from behind, grazing up your sides. You squirmed a little between them, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it.

“Okay, okay,” you said through a grin, trying to turn around. “Why are you two acting like this all of a sudden?”

Chris didn’t move far, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, feigning innocence with a soft chuckle. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive,” you teased, giggling again when Matt’s hand squeezed your hip.

“Because we are,” Matt said, voice rough but playful. “You should’ve seen the way you looked at the gym.”

“You were showing off,” Chris added, grinning as he tugged gently at the hem of your tank top.

“I wasn’t,” you lied, barely holding back another laugh as you knew you were totally trying to catch their attentions back at the gym, a breath catching in your throat as Matt’s fingers slid under the waistband of your leggings.

“Then why were you smirking at us in the mirror?” Chris asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then lower. “You knew we were staring.”

“You were staring?” you asked, pretending to sound scandalized — but it was no use with how flushed your face felt. Your voice broke on a laugh as Matt’s hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, just firm enough to make your knees wobble a little.

Matt leaned in, pressing up behind you like he was losing grip on his self control. “How could we not?”

Chris slipped to walk in front of you, his hand finding yours to guide you gently forward, his back facing away from you. “Bedroom. Now. Before I do something ridiculous in this hallway.”

You giggled again, tripping a little on your way down the hall, but they steadied you between themselves like they had a plan — like they’d been thinking about this since the moment they'd left that gym.

As you all stepped into the bedroom, your lips met Chris's, his hands trailing down to grasp the hem of your tank top as your hands slid up to curl into the strands of his hair. You felt as he tugged up your tank top, making you pull from the kiss to help him take it off, chuckles and giggles spilling from the three of you as you got to the bed.

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"Oh f-fuck!"

Your moans echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing in with Chris's groans as his hands gripped your hips tight, his eyes trained on the way your ass lifted and fell with each movement you made, your hands holding yourself up on his thighs as you rode him reverse cowgirl style.

A gasped yelp left your lips as Chris's hand came down with another smack, not too hard, but not too weak, perfect enough to sting upon impact before instantly melting into thrilling pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Jesus fuck, ma— such a perfect fuckin' ass. Been working it out for a while now, huh? Wanting to see if we'd notice?" Chris teased as his hands guided your hips, his head lolling back at the ecstatic feeling of you riding him like this.

You could hardly give him a clear answer back as Matt's cock slipped back into your willing mouth, your eyes rolling back at the taste of him before bobbing your head, a muffled "mhmmm" leaving you around Matt's dick as one hand came up to grip his thigh as well.

"Couldn't– fuck– couldn't help ourselves, baby," Matt cooed down at you, groaning deeply as you took him so perfectly, just like you always did, your pretty eyes looking up at him in a way that had him nearly blowing his load right the. and there. "We just had to reward you once we saw how much your work's been paying off."

You moaned around Matt's cock at his words, feeling as his fingers gripped your hair tighter with a grunt leaving his lips.

Nothing but sounds of pleasuring sex filled the room, groans and moans, whines and grunts, slaps and slurps. It was obscene, but god, you fucking loved it. You couldn't help the way you mewled as Matt's cock slipped from your mouth, feeling as Chris thrusted up into you, his movements now quickened in a way you knew all too well.

"Shhhit, ma— god, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum—" Chris groaned out almost pathetically, his hands sliding down to dig his fingers into your deliciously thick thighs, his thrusts meeting your moving hips in a way that had your nearly trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't get Matt back into your mouth with how Chris was fucking you, so your hand shakingly moved up, wrapping around his thick cock and starting to pump him at a pace that had him stuttering his breath and tensing his thighs.

"Fucking hell— gonna make me fucking cum too, baby— keep that up— oh fuck, please—" Matt moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet your pumps, practically fucking your fist as you looked up at him with parts lips and flushed cheeks.

You could feel as both of their movements became a little sloppy, hurried as if they were scrambling to the edge, and as you felt that burning pleasure grow and grow within, you moved your hips and hand in time just to tip them over the edge.

As if in unison, you felt as thick, warm spurts of cum from Chris filled your sweet cunt, all the while pearly ropes of cum shot from Matt's cock, your mouth open as they landed on your tongue and face, making you let out a breathless giggle before you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Groans, whines, and moans filled the room as you rode out your collective highs, before everything finally slowed down to a stop, Chris's thrusts halting, you hips stopping, and your hand slipping from Matt's cock. The once pleasured noises turned now into panted breaths.

"Please don't ever fucking change this gorgeous body, ma," Chris panted behind you, pulling breathless chuckles and giggles from all three of you, a collective agreement throughout the room.

Oh you were never going to stop giving them more to drool over.

☆ : so so sorry this is coming out so late in the day, was out most of the day with family so, had to work on this when I could 😭 hope it turned out good and that you guys enjoy!! 1 MORE DAY YALL <33

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y2kstarr · 16 days ago

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ᝰ.ᐟtaglist #2

new fic for HOT PINK marathon

🏷️ : @sweetshuga, @l0s3rhaha, @iloveduckssm, @ariieeesworld, @salaciousxsturniolo, @sneezytime, @sturniolo-szn2, @yourfavejules, @babyt0matoes

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y2kstarr · 16 days ago

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— ᥫ᭡ better than me . . . chris sturniolo

where . . . You and Chris get into a big fight, which ends up in him leaving, claiming that he doesn't need you and that he can find someone else, but you know he'll come crawling back. He always comes crawling back.

contains . . . Fighting, slight angst, slight fluff, hurt with comfort?, lead up to smut but no full smut (i don't really know how to label this guys, it's not like my usual pieces😭)

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #11

"I can't fucking believe you!"

Your voice rang through your small apartment, your tone one that the walls had heard time and time again anytime Chris pulled dumb shit on you, and boy did he pull some dumb fucking shit this time.

"Oh my god, here you go again.." He groaned, rolling his eyes like you were some bratty toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Here I go again?" You snapped at him, your eyes glaring down at him as you stood in front of him in your far too small living room, dishes in the kitchen now forgotten in favor of continuing the fight you thought you could just put behind the two of you.

Clearly that wasn't an option.

"You went behind my back and made fucking plans with your ex, then told me it was just some friend of yours! You lied. But sure, yeah, let’s pretend I’m the dramatic one here.”

Chris sighed like you were interrupting a peaceful afternoon. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you everything. Because I knew you’d blow it up like you always do.”

Your lips parted, a scoff leaving you as you shook your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

He finally turned his head, eyes tired, expression flat. “You’re exhausting.”

Your jaw clenched, your eyes twitching as you huffed out a breath. “Oh, poor fucking you,” you snapped in a mocking tone, putting your hands up and using a mocking baby voice. “Must be so hard, putting up with someone who actually gives a damn. God forbid someone hold you accountable.”

“You don’t care,” he said, sitting forward now. “You want control. You want to pick fights, win them, and make me grovel. That’s not love.”

“Oh, and what you do is love?” you shot back, voice rising. “Emotionally disappearing every time something gets uncomfortable? Acting like you’re better than me because you stay quiet instead of saying how you feel?”

Chris stood now, quickly, like he’d had enough, and it was fast enough to make you flinch for a moment, his height coming into play as you now had to look up at him. “Because every time I do talk, you twist it! Nothing I say is ever right unless I say it your way.”

“Maybe because your way is shit!” you snapped. “You don’t want to be right — you just want to be off the hook!”

His jaw clenched, his voice rising with yours. “You don’t listen! You never fucking listen! You just wait to attack. You treat every disagreement like it’s a goddamn war!”

Your hands shook at your sides, the two of you nearly chest to chest with the tension straining until it finally snapped. “You treat every emotion like it’s a fucking threat! But guess what, Chris? One day you’re gonna miss someone who actually gave a shit!”

Silence, eerie and still, enveloped the two of you, your chest rising and falling with harsh breaths and Chris's face still in a way that made your anger start to crack just a moment. And then, as if a knife was stabbed into the thick air, you heard him scoff.

"You know what? I'm done with this." Chris huffed out a half hearted laugh, putting his hands up in mock surrender, his words sudden, like a bullet going through your chest.

For just a moment, you felt your chest get heavier, your breath stutter, and your glare falter. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm fucking done. We're done." His hand gestured between the two of you. "'M not puttin' up with this shit anymore."

Your throat tightened, but you didn’t show it. Not now. Instead, you smiled, sharp and bitter as you watched him walk over to grab his keys from the bowl on your counter, making his way over to the front door and slip into his shoes.

“Yeah?” you said, tilting your head slightly, fist clenching by your sides. “Yeah? Good fucking luck finding someone better than me!”

Chris’s body froze, his body language unreadable. For a second, you saw the clench in his jaw — the sting. You hit something. But he masked it just as fast.

“I don’t need someone better,” he said over his shoulder, voice like ice as he grabbed opened the door, looking back at you with a harsh glare. “I just need someone less like you.”

As he slammed the door shut, you stood there, the echo ringing in your ears, your chest rising and falling with stuttered, angry breaths. Your palms were clenched, your throat tight, and your mind reeling.

You told yourself he’d be back, even though the small voice of fear lingering in the back of your head before you pushed it down.

He'd come back. He always came crawling right back

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A week had passed.

The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the TV casting a soft glow against the walls. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket twisted around your legs, a half-finished bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, a movie playing more for noise than attention.

Your eyes were on the screen, but your mind wasn’t.

It kept slipping — traitorously — back to Chris.

You told yourself you didn’t care. You said it out loud more than once this week. In the shower. Into your pillow. At the mirror. “I don’t care. He’s not worth it.”

But he hadn’t texted.

Not a single call. No muted Instagram story views. Not even one of those 2 a.m. “are you up?” texts he always sent after a fight.

You shifted on the couch, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your jaw ached from how often you clenched it lately. You hated the way your stomach flipped every time your phone lit up, only for it never to be him.

He said he was done.

Maybe this time… he meant it.

You dragged your eyes back to the screen, blinking hard, determined to stay still. You were fine. You were—

Knock. Knock.

You froze as the sound cracked through the apartment like thunder, a single breath catching in your throat. You didn’t move, your mind flipping through all different possibilities, cause it... it couldn't be Chris. Maybe it was a delivery. A neighbor. Maybe—

Knock. Knock. Again. Louder this time.

You swallowed hard. Every nerve in your body pulled taut as you rose from the couch, pulling the blanket off and smoothing your shirt down with trembling hands you hoped looked calm.

You approached the door slowly, heart slamming against your ribs like it knew before you even got to the door, your hand coming out to open it.

And there he was.

Chris stood in the hallway, hair tousled, eyes tired and bloodshot like he hadn’t slept right in days. His jaw was tight, hands in his pockets, but his shoulders weren’t tense like he was angry — they were heavy. Defeated.

You arched a brow, leaning casually against the doorframe like you hadn’t spent the last seven days checking your phone with every breath.

“Well, look who it is,” you said flatly, arms crossing as you eyed him up and down, not letting him realize just how happy you were to see him in front of you. “Didn’t think you remembered where I lived.”

Chris stared at you for a long second, his throat working like he was swallowing down whatever pride he had left, until he finally said those magical you just knew he was gonna say.

“You were right,” Chris muttered almost weakly, voice low and rough like it had taken everything in him just to say it.

You didn’t move, you just blinked slowly, arms still crossed, your eyebrow raised at him as if you were waiting for more.

“I was right…?” you echoed, letting the words drag a little, feigning confusion even though you knew exactly what he meant, you just wanted to hear him say it out loud.

Chris let out a breath, his eyes flicking away for half a second before landing back on yours. “About everything.”

You scoffed softly, rolling your eyes as if your heart wasn't skipping a bit. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific.”

He rubbed a hand down his face, clearly unraveling. “About how I run. About how I act like I don’t care until I lose something that actually matters. About how I act calm just to avoid admitting I’m the one screwing everything up.”

You tilted your head slightly, keeping your expression unreadable, even though your chest was tight.

“And..?” you prompted.

He took a small step closer. “And about you... About what you said.”

The silence stretched between you again, thick and tense.

Chris swallowed, hands falling to his sides helplessly as he sighed softly. “There’s no one better than you,” he finally admitted, quieter now. “I looked. I tried to prove it to myself — that maybe I’d feel peace with someone else, or alone, or anywhere but here. But... nothing felt right. No one knows me like you do. No one challenges me like you. No one... makes me feel like you do.”

You shifted slightly, arms still crossed, even as your heart thudded against your ribs like it wanted to leap into his hands, a smile held back. But your voice stayed steady, unmoving.

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

He almost smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know I hurt you. I know I pushed you too far. But I swear to God, if you’d just… let me fix it—”

“Chris.” you cut in, tone cool as you put your hand up, “you don’t get to come here and act like just showing up is enough.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, stepping in closer, desperation edging into his voice now, and you felt as if the air was shifting, your eyes looking up at him as your walls felt as if they were falling slowly. “I’m not... I’ll do anything. I’ll show you. I’ll earn it back, whatever it takes.”

You felt as he reached out for your hand, and instead of taking it back, you let him hold it, his thumb gently swiping over your knuckles in that way he always did to make you calmer, and you could already feel your body melting, you muscles becoming less tense.

"Please..?" He softly asked, and as you looked into his eyes, deep blues that held nothing but want for you again, you couldn't help yourself as your walls fell down for him again.

It wasn't another moment before you surged forward, your lips crashing into his, the warm, dark taste of him pulling you back into his arms like a feeling you'd been longing for since he'd left.

You felt as he froze for a moment before melting into the kiss, his hand releasing yours to wrap around your waist. The kiss was desperate and clumsy, mouths crashing and teeth grazing, like the two of you were trying to make up for every second wasted in silence.

You stepped back, pulling him with you into your apartment as he closed the door behind you, your feet carrying your back until the back of your knees hit the couch, and suddenly both of you went tumbling down into it.

You landed with a muffled laugh caught in your throat, breath stolen from the fall and the way Chris looked at you now — like he couldn’t believe he’d gone a week without this.

The TV still flickered across the room, some scene playing you hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place. Its glow danced over the curves of your body, over the mess of your hair, over Chris as he leaned over you, bracing himself on one arm against the plush of your couch while the other gripped your hip.

“You’re so damn beautiful..." he said, voice hushed and wrecked, like it physically hurt him to not be able to say it out loud until now.

You tilted your head, breath catching as his thumb circled your hip beneath your shorts.

“Shut up,” you murmured, but it came out softer than you meant it to — not a real protest, not really. Not when your fingers slid up curl into the strands of his hair like muscle memory.

His mouth found yours again, slower now, savoring instead of chasing. His hand on your hip slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips dragging along your skin like he was relearning it.

“Missed you every night...” he murmured against your lips, slowly trailing down your jaw and neck, pressing sweet kisses to your chest and down to your stomach as his hands slid your shirt up. “Missed your voice. Your smart mouth. Even your attitude.”

You smirked, tilting your head down just to look at him — his cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide with everything he wasn’t saying.

“I know...” you said, smug but breathless, blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as he slid his hands down to tug at your shorts, his kisses trailing to places you were far too embarrassed to admit you'd needed them at.

Too embarrassed to admit how badly you'd needed him.

☆ : Im really really sorry for no smut for like two days in a row, I just really wasn't feeling it for this one. I was gonna just lead it up to smut, but i liked the depth a little too much sooo 😭 but i hope you guys still enjoy this!! I PROMISE SMUT TOMORROW

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