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https://www.tumblr.com/evieolo/817900312436391936/a-book-hes-writing-a-book

OMG HELLO UR BACK????😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i missed ur blog sm omg also im so geeked for matt’s book hehe

The news shocked me back onto tumblr 😭😭

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A BOOK? HE’S WRITING A BOOK???

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Mood board and a lil snippet from my latest fic!!

Yup 👏 Yup 👏 Yup 👏

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u probably get asks about this a lot but i think about ur lacy stories so often even tho its been more than a year 😢 definitely my fav pieces of work on this app fr

Ily ily and I have no idea. I love Lacey too but it was so so long ago and it hurts my brain to think about it. Butttt I also don’t have a great outlook on writing or blogging right now since it’s been so long, once I’m back in the groove of things I’ll know fs xo

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https://www.tumblr.com/evieolo/786252206249738240/sadly-i-reappeared-on-the-busiest-week-ive-had

omg i’m so excited yayyy

Me too! Moodboards soon

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omg i was thinking about you the other day 😔 i missed u

Sadly, I haven’t had motivation to write for over a year…

Happily, it’s back!!

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HELLOO?? ARE U BACK???

For now!! I missed you guys sm ❤️

[evieolo]

Cocaine Kicker

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Contains: SMUT!!/intoxicated sex/MANY mentions of cocaine/doggy/fingering/clit stim/multiple rounds/squirting/p in v/breeding

Request: Can you write a Matt story inspired by the song gorilla by bruno Mars

You and Matt parade into your apartment loudly. Messes of giggles fall from both your lips as your hands fumble through your purse for your keys.

You stumble in your stilettos as you haphazardly key open your door, but tread into your apartment with confidence, ridding yourself of your bag and about to kick off your heels when Matt pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

He’s granted access easily, the liquor helping with this. He tastes strongly of bourbon. Fragrant of Invictus Rabanne with the mixture of the cola that dusts his collar.

Your lips move messily against his, saliva mixing and teeth bumping together occasionally. You pull away but let your arms loop loosely around his neck, the lack of oxygen intensifying the dizziness of the cocaine.

Matt runs his hands over your body. Hips, ass, thighs, chest.

You shiver when his cold palm brushes your pebbled nipple, and you’d be lying if you said the contact didn’t go rushing straight to your heat.

Your nipples are hard from a mix of the cold and the intoxication that flows through your bloodstream, and your thin top does a subpar job hiding the pebbled dots.

Matt’s close, close enough to give you a hickey, or kiss your neck but he doesn’t, he stays embracing you, almost inhaling your scent before he speaks.

“I want to ruin you.” He rasps.

You breathe softly, feeling the words go straight to your core. “What’s stopping you?”

Hearing your words, Matt pulls your form to his body. Your back arches into him causing your tits, which practically spill out of your top to be pressed against him. Matt groans, his growing erection poking at your thigh and he licks his lips, holding you for seconds until his mouth is latched to the plump flesh of your breasts.

You moan. Open mouthed, nothing on your mind but Matt, snaking your arms around his torso for better grip and you start to grind your hips against his with need. Matt lets out a low whine, the drug in his system enhancing the pleasure he’s feeling. He sucks a bruise onto your skin, grazing his teeth over the dotting red spot in admiration before pulling back, grabbing your hand, and pulling you to the bedroom.

He wastes no time, shoving you onto the mattress with fervent, his dilated eyes poking into yours. “Take this off.” He breathes, tugging at your cheetah print top.

You nod, letting out an eager sigh as you hoist yourself up on your elbows. Enough so you can get the tank over your head.

Matt nearly groans at the sight of your tits spilling out of your top, you’d been teasing him in the bra-let all night, and he had to refrain from the idea of crawling over you as is and fucking his dick in between the two mounds.

You don’t wait for him to ask about your skirt, slipping it down your thighs, grasping your panties at the same time, pulling them down concurrently.

Matt watches intently as you arch your back off the mattresses to get your bottoms off, breathing in deeply as he eyes you, all exposed for him.

Turned on further, he pulls his shirt off, unbuckling his belt but not stepping out of his pants yet.

Matt steps closer, looming over you as he grazes your slick with his fingers. “You’re drenched.” He nearly laughs, bathing his digits in your wetness. You whine at the contact, feeling more stimulated than ever, the drug shooting all your pleasure straight to your core but what you need is to be filled.

“Need you now Matty.” Your voice is anything but stern, it's whiny and high-pitched—begging to be fucked.

Matt circles around and above your clit lazily with his fingers, ignoring your pleas and continues teasing.

He lets out a wry laugh when you squirm away from him. “Gotta stretch you out first baby.” He murmurs, pressing straight down on your clit with his thumb, rolling it off when he hears you gasp.

You let out a whine, shaking your head. “ No Matty, I need you now. Need it all.”

Matt lets out a breath, loud, you feel the hot air trickle against your neck and practically sense his indecision.

“Fine.” He breathes, his look hardening, “Turn around, hands and knees.”

You smile, stomach fluttering with anticipation as you reposition yourself to face the headboard, face down, and ass up, pawing at the nearby pillow to brace for what's to come.

Matt unloops his belt, tossing it to the floor into the haphazard pile you’d made of your clothes.

Feeling the heat build in your stomach, you wriggle your hips in anticipation, knowing exactly what to do to set him off. As if on cue, his boxers and jeans are off.

“So needy,” Matt laughs, palming the base of his cock and feathering his hand up his length to coax out tears of pre cum.

He lets out a loud groan and gives in, running his dick through your slick as a lubricant, rutting his hips back and forth gently to coat his base before it gets caught on your hole.

Matt has to restrain himself from pushing in in one solid thrust. Instead he eases himself into you inch by inch from the tip.

You paw at the sheets at the fiery burn. You feel so full. The leftward curve rimming against your g-spot, and it has you near wreathing when he hasn’t even moved yet.

Once you’ve fully adjusted to Matt’s size he pulls out to the tip, then waits for a beat before slamming himself fully into you. You let out a startled yelp, “Oh!” As he continues ramming into you. Slow pulls, and hard thrusts that ram your g-spot each time.

The stretch of his cock burns in the best way, the way it rams into your cervix has you pawing at the sheets.

The bulging vein that runs down his right side hits all the spots in your gummy walls. It has you pawing at the sheets, grasping the blankets in your palms as best you can as you try to keep a steady grip, but it's near impossible with how much your body jolts forward every time he thrusts.

“This pussy’s made for me.” Matt grunts, gripping your waist firmly while indulging himself in you. “Can anyone else fuck you this good?”

You let out a loud whine in an attempt to say no, then try to shake your head. This only results in your mascara and lipstick standing on the pillow your head is pressed to.

“Words,” Matt grunts, “words or I’ll stop”

Your back arches into him, and your legs start to shake at the feel of your orgasm. “No-nobody else can fuck me-me good,” You stammer out, voice whiney as the orgasmic tears brimming your waterline fall.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Matt grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your face of the mattress you’d settled in. “You,” you croak out, “s’your pussy daddy.”

Matt doesn’t let you ride your orgasm out one bit, pulling himself out the second your walls start convulsing. You’re too fucked out to care, too fucked out to notice how he turns you on your back, presses your legs up, and slips himself back into you.

He starts ramming into you, his hips meeting yours every second. The sound of sex fills the room, your mixed moans and whines along with the wet sounds of your bodies mixing.

“Deeper!” You cry, fucked out, chasing another high, and mind clouded by pleasure.

Matt hears this and halts his thrusts. He repositions himself so he’s more bent down and hoists both of your thighs over his shoulders. Then he resumes thrusting.

”H-holy shit.” You stammer, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth.

Your eyes roll back in your head, you're unsure he’d ever hit spots so deep in you. The pleasurable stretch of your hamstrings and Matt's length ramming into your cervix was nearing your orgasm.

“You can take more than just this,” Matt smirks through his groans, freeing one of his hands and bringing it down to your slit, flicking fast circles over your clit.

You wreathe, convulsing under him, “T-too much!”

But to your ‘dismay,’ Matt wouldn’t stop unless you used your word, and you didn’t want to use it. So you were fucked. Literally.

You try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, a fist meets his chest momentarily but it’s weak, this turns into pathetic grasping, your fingers pawing at his chest, gripping around nothing, just the pads of your fingers on his chest.

“You gonna cum for me?”

You nod pathetically, legs trembling as you squirt around him. A string of curses and moans flows from your mouth as your crushing orgasm overtakes you.

You let out a choked sob, sending Matt over the edge. He thrusts deep into you and holds himself there as he releases, letting out small groans and whines as his hips stutter into you.

He stays inside you for several beats, drawing his orgasm out inside if you.

He draws out a long ‘fuckkkkk’ as he pulls himself out of you, nearly hissing as your walls hug him tightly, milking him for all he’s worth. You hear a light ‘plp’ sound when Matts draws himself all the way out, a mixture of his cum and your juices flowing out of you.

Matt notices this and makes a ‘tut’ sound between his teeth.

He brings two fingers to your slick, starting from the bottom, and runs them up, spooning his cum up and shoving it back into you, thrusting, with his fingers, as deep as he could go.

“Can’t have any of it go to waste huh?” He coos, pumping his fingers with lazy movements, continuing in this action until he’s satisfied himself and stops, drawing his fingers out of you and releasing your legs from his shoulders’ grasp.

With this your legs fall limply on the bed as he lets them go, pattering down on the mattress as you let out a sigh.

“You fuck me so good Matty.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your clammy forehead before lying down, flattening himself onto you. “It’s the cocaine sweetheart.”

[evieolo]

Dear the Love of My Life // C. Sturniolo

Dear the love of my life, 

Chris scribbled onto parchment for the twentieth time. He stared daggers into the ink until the ‘o’s blurred into ‘u’s. He stared until he deemed his handwriting illegible and the title cringy. It was cringy. For you. You deserved cringy, you loved that shit. Love in letters, stolen kisses, unfunny jokes. 

Rip.

His hands yanked the paper apart because it wasn’t good enough. Nothing was good enough for you. Maybe nothing ever would be. 

Dear the love of my life, 

He scribbled onto the paper again. 

Pull the words from your chest, Chris. Just say how you feel. Tell her she’s everything you ever wanted.

Baby

He scribbled the pathetic word out. 

I love you. 

He inked a line through the words. 

Maybe it was a case of right person, wrong time? Maybe he should’ve spoken more gently. Maybe he should’ve been a better man—a different man. 

Maybe the letter was a form of self-sabotage because he’d seen you with another man and needed to hear rejection straight from your lips to know it was real. It didn’t feel real. Nothing felt real without you. 

So instead, he ripped that paper up. And instead, he snapped the pen in half. 

Ink splattered on the parchment, but maybe it was better that way. Maybe he shouldn’t have referred to the girl of his dreams as the love of his life, because she didn't want him. You didn’t want him. 

And he would want you forever. 

[evieolo]

hey I just wanted to let you know that your fic rain isn’t in your master list, I was looking for it but I can’t find it 😭

😬 ok so! It’s not on my masterlist because I don’t like it LMAO buttttt I didn’t delete it so if you just search up rain on my page’s search bar it should come up!

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⋆·˚ ༘ * a pure smut chris sturniolo oneshot !

( oral — m!receiving, dirty talk, hair pulling, pet names )

chris likes it when you suck him off on stream.

he revels in the view of you on your knees between his legs, palms splayed across his thighs as he shoves your head down onto his cock. the way your cheeks hollow and tears visibly roll down your cheeks is usually enough for him to shoot his load down the back of your throat.

which is what chris is currently on the brink of doing; he’s in a twitch stream with his brothers, the two being outrageously loud in their microphones as they play fortnite for the viewers. loud enough for chris’ strained moans to fall past his lips without notice.

you sit on the floor underneath his desk, chris’ legs quivering on either side of your head as you run your tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling each vein all the way to the tip.

“shit, ma.” chris mutters, clicking around on his keyboard to make sure matt, nick and most importantly the viewers aren’t noticing how distracted he is. “be gentle, i’ll cum too quickly.”

you grin, peppering kisses across his glistening tip, one of your hands coming up to collect the bead of pre-cum, spreading it out across his dick. then, wordlessly, you take his whole length in your mouth and the boy above you has to clamp his mouth shut, a click audible as you assume he moves to mute the stream.

“fuck. you’re so good at taking my cock.”

“mhm.” you mumble, words incoherent as you bob your head up and down, your hand cupping his balls, eliciting a moan from your boyfriend.

chris then shuffles his set up around, pushing the camera away from him, allowing him to look down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand. you’ve always been so good at sucking his dick, knowing exactly what gets him off, when to alternate between your mouth and hand and when to hollow out your cheeks.

he wishes he could capture this moment forever, your eyelashes clumped with tears as you force your head forward, the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat making his eyes roll back. his hand snakes round to rest on the back of your head, your scalp burning as he starts to pull at the roots of your hair. your core is sodden, thighs slick with your own juices.

you move off chris, the boy groaning in frustration at the loss of contact, your hand pumping up and down nowhere near as good as your mouth. but you have something to tell him; “you’re making me so wet, chris.”

“yeah?” chris smirks, pulling your hair again, the sound of your moan in response like music to his ears. “how wet?”

“it’s dripping down my leg.” you whisper and take chris back in your mouth, a guttural sound releasing from the back of his throat at your dirty words and dirty mouth.

“jesus. my good girl.”

you hollow out your cheeks then, which is chris’ favourite move; the enclosure of it is reminiscent of being inside you, and it releases an animal within him. he groans again, throwing his head back as he starts to thrust, slowly but with power.

tears are rolling down your cheeks, your gag reflex on the verge of being triggered, but you try your best to focus and accommodate to your boyfriend who looks so fucking hot above you.

“i’m gonna cum, baby.” chris whimpers, pushing your head down even further, a moan choking him as you cup his balls again. “oh god, i’m so fucking close.”

you hum around him, giving him wordless permission to release into your mouth, which he’s evidently about to do from the way his thighs are shaking on either side of your head. his stomach is heaving, sweat sticking to the hair on his happy trail as the string keeping him together unravels.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m cu-umming.” chris moans, and with that warning he’s shooting his load down the back of your throat, painting it white with his cum.

once he’s done, you pull off him, holding eye contact as you swallow every drop, your boyfriend’s jaw slack in awe. “you’re so fucking hot, ma.”

“why thank you christopher.”

you lean over to kiss him, but your movements are stilled by another foreign voice coming from chris’ PC setup.

“uh… guys?” it’s nick, who you turn to see is enlarged on chris’ screen, the twitch livechat going crazy on the opposite side.

below him is matt who looks disgusted, and as you and chris caught on, both sets of eyes widen, the two of you turning to face each other.

“you forgot to mute your computer?!”

chris looked sheepish, eyes cast downwards as he responds. “must’ve gotten carried away.”

well shit.

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Woah mama

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Me to @luverboychris this morning

When I said I wanted to see him in my dreams I didn’t mean like that 😔

[evieolo]

can u make a chris fic based on the song wildest dreams by taylor swift??

Working on this right now and it’s genuinely one of my fav ideas I’ve had in a while

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Who’s your favorite writer on here

I fw @evieolo heavily

someone recommend me some writers I wanna support them

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Ily

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i love overstimulated matt like i want him to be shaking and having had countless orgasms milked out of him to the point that he even says their safe word—and then there’s cuddling at the end

“Can you give me another?” You ask with beady eyes, already starting to pump your hand again after drawing his third orgasm out of him. Matt starts to squirm against the sheets, he grips at the mattress, fingertips turning red at the pressure as his hips weakly thrust up into your hand.

“N-no more” he stammers out, chest heaving as he tries in any way to escape your soft hand. “Not even one more?” You pry, your voice sultry sweet. You pump your hand up his length slowly, slightly squeezing him as you reach the tip. Matt lets out a strangled whimper, only fueling your desire to see him more wrecked until he mumbles out the safe word.

You’re immediately at his side, pulling his head to your chest and whispering sweet nothings. “You did so good, so good for me, yeah?” You pepper kisses along his hairline as he goes limp against you, completely spent.

[evieolo]

Fortnite with Matt (Headcannons)

-> He always always always pulls you onto his lap

“Baby come watch me play.” / “I’m better when you watch me.”

Once you’re on his lap he wont stop squirming, has to see all angles of his PC, if he dies, he’ll glare at you as if he wasn’t the one who pulled you onto his lap in the first place

“You made me die!” He squeaks out, realizing your shoulder wasn’t the best place to rest his head while playing an action game. “Do you want me to get off you then?” You ask quietly, completely unsure of what he wants. When he hears those words he holds you impossibly tighter. “No you’re my good luck charm.”

-> Will try to get you to play at least twenty times

“One round?” He pleads as his hands playfully pinch your waist. You look at him skeptically “Last time I played with you, you told Chris you were dating Mr. Droupout, yelled at me like twenty times, and called me kid for a week after…”

-> Definitely makes a Fortnite related sex joke

“Can I chug on your jugs?” He smirks, licking his teeth with a shit eating grin on his face… you don’t talk to him for thirty minutes after that.

-> He LOVES when you fix his headset for him

There’s something oddly domestic about you fixing his headphones for him. You’ll notice them slipping off his ears and reposition them perfectly against his face. You fixing his headset will always end in neck kisses along with mumbled out ‘thank yous’