#itslyricsturntotalk

[its4lyric]

The rain drops thudded on the top of the car as another spring storm was soon to pass. The car was parked in an empty parking lot, key still in the ignition.

Silence

Usually the silence between the two was the comforting kind. The kind of silence that had no need to be filled. Not this time though.

She knew it was bound to happen at some point. She knew the second Matt began to answer the call after one try. When he began to not answer her texts within the hour of them being sent.

“Don’t-”

She paused, inhaling.Her eyes were wide, and pleading. Tears had already began to gather in her waterline, threatening to spill over.

“please don’t do this to me, baby, please”

His arms were crossed as he stared out of the window. He couldn’t even look at her. He was so disappointed in himself. She deserved someone who would answer her phone call on the first ring, and take her dancing when she felt like it. But it just wasn’t him.

“doing it for you, kid.”

He muttered. His voice didn’t sound genuine enough to her. He sounded like he already resigned himself from the situation, and he was done.

“Y’deserve better”

She stared at him in disbelief. How could he even say that? She didn’t want better, she wanted him. He was better. She didn’t want anyone else.

“You’re better. I wan you”

He stayed silent.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you. I need you, and I hate when I’m away from you I don’t even think I could handle-“

“stop.”

The car fell silent. Again. Oh, god did she hate it. The sadness in her eyes began to seep away with the tears as her emotions morphed into something more of an anger.

“your not being fucking fair. This isn’t fair. You can’t even say you’re doing this for me, cau-cause this is hurting me. You’re hurting me. I don’t want anyone else. You-“

the tears began to flow back to her, beyond her observation.

“after us, I will never find someone else. I can’t. You, though? You’re famous, and girls are throwing themselves at you left and right. I won’t ever be able to move on be-because you… You fucking ruined me for anyone else. I- you can’t do this, Matt please don’t…”

She choked out, her bottom lip quivering. Matt had remained stoic, staring out of the rainy window. He wanted to hug her, and kiss her, and take everything back. He wanted to apologize and continue on with their relationship. He couldn’t. He had to do this for her.

no matter how much it hurt him.

[its4lyric]

I am NOT spitting that shit out😊😊😊

amazing

warnings — oral m!receiving, cursing, semi-public ?

“Fuck.. this is.. it’s not a good idea…” Matt babbles out, yet his fingers are still thread through your hair, pushing your head farther down his aching cock. Tears prick up in the corners of your eyes as you try not to gag.

His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter, and he grits his teeth as he tries to focus on driving. Meanwhile, you’re leaned over the center console, ass in the air and practically on display for anyone else out driving.

You guys just couldn’t wait. Matt was painfully hard most of the drive, so the moment you saw traffic, you took your chance.

“G-gonna cum…” he manages to choke out a warning as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. You hum in approval and his grip on your hair gets even tighter.

It was barely five seconds before his thick cum shoots towards the back of your throat. Matt lets out a loud groan, running his fingers through your hair before moving his hand back to the steering wheel.

“Gonna fuck you so good when we get home baby. Promise.” he mutters out as you spit his cum out into an In-N-Out napkin.

a/n — sorry this is short and sorry for disappearing for um a month but i’m back 😊💕

[its4lyric]

UHM GUYS?

where are the virgin!chris fics? Cuz let’s be real I don’t really think that man has… nvm 😔

[its4lyric]

feel like Chris is the type of guy to put headphones on his gfs stomach when she’s pregnant.

Should I make this into a blurb?

[its4lyric]

BITCH IM WINNIN! 😊

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😩😌💋

Have My Baby | C. Sturniolo

"Where'd you come from, with all these statements? / Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby." -Chief Keef

Toxic!Chris x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a sweet date night with your boyfriend turns into arguing in the restaurant, Chris wants to let you know he still loves you, even though he doesn't act like it most of the time.

Warnings: use of y/n, mentions of cheating, arguing, swearing, use of bitch in a derogatory way, lowkey angst??, manipulation, smut, p in v, breeding, pet names (baby, princess), cum eating, 18+

A/N: please don't point out how i keep posting everything BUT the requests i've gotten... this fic is gonna make you scream "girl stand up!!" tho, sorry

-love, your grandma cvnty

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The fancy restaurant you sat in buzzed with chatter, lit with only the dim, warm lighting of the expensive glass-beaded chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Chris set his menu down with a small, content sigh, smiling at you as he looked into your eyes. "Know that I want," He said simply, placing his hands in front of him on top of the menu, "You?"

You looked up from the menu, matching your boyfriends smile. "What're you getting?" You asked him before setting your menu down in front of you as well, still opened, "I'm a little stuck. Maybe we can share?"

The gesture could've been seen as some type of romantic 'Lady and the Tramp' scene, if it weren't for the underlying tension. You two had never been good together. The way you practically had to beg Chris for two days straight to take you out tonight said it all, and yet, you both sat disingenuously and played house day by day. Even so, all this fancy bullshit had only been enough to fool your boyfriends fans, but everyone else around you guys saw. They saw the way Chris' shitty antics affected you - How they'd caused you to vie for his attention in the same shitty ways he did yours.

There was a flicker of something you couldn't quite make out in Chris' eyes, but he maintained that same smile. "Pasta, like always. You don't like Alfredo," He answered, his tone sweet, making it so that no one around would notice the complaisant undertone like you could.

Of course he'd be like this, how stupid of you to assume he'd enjoy himself tonight. His attitude made you remember how silent he was while you got ready for your date after he finally agreed, only watching you get all dolled up while he wore his usual beanie and t-shirt. Your shoulders dropped when you caught the insincerity, eyes flicking to look at the menu once more as your smile faded. You took a minute to examine while Chris watched from across the table, opening your mouth to say something when you were ready, only to be cut off by the dinging notification on your phone.

Instantly, your head snapped to your phone not far from the menu, reaching to grab it. "Forgot to turn off my ringer." You gave him an uneasy chuckle, flipping the switch on the side of your phone.

"Who's texting you?" Chris asked, smile now gone and hands to the side of him when you looked up at him.

You sucked in a sharp breath before clicking the power button to check the contact. "My mom," You answered, hearing your phone buzz a few more times on the table.

"Seems important, you should text her back."

Hesitantly, to his wishes, you picked your phone off the table and unlocked it with your face. You clicked on messages to type a reply, feeling your phone being snatched from your hands before you could even read the texts for yourself. "Chris-"

He hummed as he read the messages, his face sour with your phone held up to it. "Baby pictures," He replied, sounding disappointed.

A huff left your mouth when you saw him going to type for you, making you reach over the table and snatch your phone from him. "The fuck?" Chris raised his voice a bit, causing people at surrounding tables to glance over.

"I'm not a cheater like you, asshole. Don't sound so down about it." You ignored the agitated charge in his tone as you tweaked your neck at him, speaking in a low tone and giving him an almost disgusted look.

Chris rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh please, don't be a bitch about stupid shit. I've never cheated and you know it." His tone was sassy, tongue prodding at his cheek.

The scoff that came from you was so bitter, it almost had Chris leaning over to spit the taste of it out of his mouth. "Only 'cause I caught you before you could actually meet up to fuck her." The blunt words caused a pain in his chest, though he'd never admit it. He kept his composure in front of you, not even flinching at the daggers your eyes threw at him.

He shook his head dismissively, looking up at the light fixtures above you two. "I can't stand you sometimes."

That instant click of your tongue he knew so well made Chris' eyes snap back to your face, knowing he'd really ticked you now. "Ya know what? I shouldn't have even forced you to take me out on a date for once," You stood from your seat, grabbing your belongings as calm as you could in hopes to not alert other people simply enjoying their meals, "I knew it was too much for you to handle. Especially in these times where you 'can't stand' me."

Chris watched with parted lips as you walked away from the table, stiletto heels clacking against the marble floors. You thanked the hostess, letting her know you wouldn't be dining here tonight in a sweet tone before turning to the door. It took a moment, but eventually Chris snapped back into reality, rushing out of the doors to catch up to you.

You already had your hand on the door handle of your car when he finally caught sight of you again, making him sigh in relief that you hadn't already taken off. Your eyes met his when he made it to the tail of your car, sighing before opening the front door. "Get in, you scrub," You demanded in fed up exasperation as you slid into the drivers seat.

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The ride home had been silent, and it was no different for the walk into your house. You hung your purse up on the hooks nailed by the door, Chris walking past you and stopping at the bottom step with his hands in his pockets. Why didn't you just take him home and go back to your place? You hadn't a clue. You really had no intentions of talking things out— at least not tonight.

There were many things you didn't have a clue about. Like why you hadn't left him back when you guys were seventeen, when he'd hid you and played with your feelings all the way up until he realized he could brag about you when he started doing YouTube. You could've really put your foot down when you guys were eighteen and he'd told you he could never love you. You should've told him to fuck off back when you were nineteen and caught him practically sexting multiple other girls for the first time. But now he's twenty, all rich and famous, dragging you out to LA with him and his brothers, and he doesn't even feel the need to show any sort of appreciation for everything you do for him.

"You look gorgeous," He mumbled as you walked past him, making your way up his stairs with tall heels on, to which he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind to guide you.

The stinging from you swatting him away from you was nothing compared to the stinging way you'd walked out of the date you so desperately pleaded with him for because he couldn't manage one peaceful night with his girlfriend. "I don't need your help." You placed your hand on the wall as you picked up your pace to walk a few steps ahead of him.

Chris sighed, slowly but surely trailing behind you. By the time you'd made it to the stairwell leading down to his room, he'd just made it to the top of the stairs at the entrance, searching your irritated face as you rounded the corner. His pace picked up significantly when he saw you take the first step down without even thinking to take your shoes off, afraid you'd fall or something. He grabbed you again, this time hooking your arm on his. "Please," He said gently, not wanting you to push him away this time.

Again, you huffed, reluctantly allowing him to guide you down the stairs like he was some gentleman, though you knew he wasn't. "I'm so tired of you." You started, unable to help yourself. You were just so frustrated with him all the time.

His eyes on the ground, Chris licked his lips at your words, genuinely ashamed of himself for tonight. "I know, baby," He assured you, surprising you when his words came out remorseful, "I know."

"Don't 'baby' me, you ruin everything," You continued on, ranting out of a mix of sadness and anger. "What am I? Just some girl you flaunt to a camera as if you're some awesome, amazing boyfriend?"

He looked up at you, eyes drooping like a child being scolded as he opened his bedroom door for you. "I love you." He simply replied as he let go of you, voice barely above a whisper.

You walked into his room freely, finally taking your shoes off. "Every time you start some stupid 'I love you' shit, I physically cringe," You began an almost entirely new rant, Chris grabbing your heels from your hands to set them neatly aside as he listened intently, "Because, fuck, I love you, but I'll never ever believe you feel the same after what you said to me years ago."

Chris hummed as he turned back to you, "I was young-"

"So was I. And now what? You're gonna say you didn't mean it?" You cut him off, "Even freshly eighteen, I'd never say some stupid shit like that to put you down, whether I meant it or not."

"You don't understand," He took a few steps closer, "Y/n, I'd do anything for you."

You crossed your arms as you looked at him, not buying it. "Oh, I'm sure you would, Christopher."

The sigh he let out at your sarcasm actually caused you to snap out of your angry haze for a moment, feeling a bit sorry for him for some reason. Of course, he had this chewing out coming for quite some time now, but you'd never expected yourself to be so blunt about everything out of nowhere. "you're just so much better than me," He said in a defeated tone, features soft as he looked you up and down.

At any other given moment, he would've said that in such a condescending tone, but it was almost as if he didn't have it in him to pick and egg on the argument like normal. "I want nothing than to spend the rest of my life with you," He breathed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Chris, what're you-"

He cut you off with a kiss, much more gentle than any kiss you'd ever gotten from him before. His fingers made his way up to underneath your chin, lifting it to move the kiss from your lips to underneath your jaw. "We could do so much together," He picked up his head, hands sliding under your cute, flowey shirt, "We should've done so much more together by now."

You looked at him with a confused expression, like you were unsure of if he was being serious or not. "I wanna start a family with you," He punctuated his words with kisses down your neck, "And get married. All that sappy shit."

"You're such a fake," You replied as he gently pushed you down on his bed. This, like other times, had to be some sort of manipulation to keep you from leaving, and deep down you knew it. Yet, for some reason, you always ended up letting him have his way with you. Of course, the sex was good, but was it good enough to endure the torture of Chris Sturniolo himself?

Even so, when your boyfriend crawled on his bed to attach his lips to yours from above you, you opened your legs for him to slip himself between. Chris groaned when you reached your hand around his neck to play with the tufts of hair just at the base of his skull, ultimately pulling his kiss in deeper. "A fake?" He feigned offense, "You have no idea how i really see you."

"A little hard when you claim to hate me." You forced out a chuckle.

[its4lyric]

Recs?

@freakycvnt , @phone4pills , @muwapsturniolo , @camzeecorner , @issysh3ll , and more n my introduction

accounts that have entertaining blogs

@muchloveforhacker , @asaprora

there’s more I just have to think! I’ll add more to my intro when I redo my page and stuff ❤️

[its4lyric]

Can I vent?

Can we talk about the stigma around black women and White men dating? My boyfriend is white and when we first started dating a guy said I was switching up on my race, and I was white washed. People TILL THIS DAY judge me for it on my socials, like- FUCKING GET A GRIP 😊 i don’t think of my boyfriend as a white guy i think of his as MY BOYFRIEND! Who I LOVE!

[its4lyric]

I’m straight but I’m not. Latto pls throw some ass for meeeuhhhh 😔 LIKE COME ONNNN!!!

[its4lyric]

SHITT ABOUT DAMN TIME

[its4lyric]

PLEASE HELP

so my boyfriends birthday is next week. He’s really bummed that I can’t be there since he lives in another state, but there is one tiny thing I haven’t mentioned. I actually bought a ticket to his state and I will get there at like 530 next Friday. Should I tell him or surprise him?

(ADDING TAGS BC I NEED PPL TO SEE THIS)

[its4lyric]

I hate cyber bullying

but bitch I stay bullying little kids on Roblox

[its4lyric]

TOP FIVE WHITE BOYS 🥶🔥

1.Nick Sturniolo

2.Jack Harlow

3. Chris Sturniolo

4. Matt Sturniolo

5. My neighbor Jon

[its4lyric]

OMG YOU CAN WRITE BEN OF THE WEEK I LOVE U

I love you too baby 😊 I’m working on 2 docs and a blurb right now, but I am for sure planning on writing Ben of the week.

Let me know if u want headcannons, blurb,or a fic , and if you want a specific plot or not. ❤️

[its4lyric]

ITS ME AGAIN!! TOP 5 BALD MEN 🥶🔥

Steve Harvey

mr clean

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