Pinned
Navigate my page:
sturniolo centric — MASTERLIST
inbox is open | requests are closed
© evieolo | Don’t alter, repost, or copy my work
Anonymous asked:
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
Reblogged
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.
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.
Anonymous asked:
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!
Reblogged
⋆·˚ ༘ * 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.
Woah mama
Me to @luverboychris this morning
When I said I wanted to see him in my dreams I didn’t mean like that 😔
Reblogged
glossyybunnie
Anonymous asked:
Who’s your favorite writer on here
I fw @evieolo heavily
someone recommend me some writers I wanna support them
Ily
Anonymous asked:
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.
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#chris sturniolo fluff#sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo angst#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt x reader
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’
Reblogged
☆ . . . "ahh, shit." you hiss, pressing your palm to matt's chest to prevent him from moving closer. your teeth grit together as a searing ache spreads through your core when matt continues to slowly thrust his hips forwards, letting his cock sink further into your warmth.
"you can take it," matt reassures you, ringed hands caressing your thighs and kneading the skin. he exhales deeply as he feels your cunt squeeze around his tip. "i know you can take it."
"i can't," you cry out, and you shake your head rapidly, lashes sticky with tears. with one final shove to his chest, matt slips out of you, his cock slapping against his stomach.
your hand immediately slips down to touch your fluttering hole, wincing at the pain that spreads to your inner thighs from the strain at being held open. matt tuts and knocks your hand away with a quick slap, replacing your fingers with his own as he delicately rubs your puffy folds, his index finger grazing your clit.
"my dick too big for you, hm?"
you roll your glassy eyes at the smugness of his tone, but you nod anyways, sucking at your bottom lip as he continues playing with your clit. matt sighs softly, rubbing small circles around your bundle of sensitive nerves, but a smirk spreads across his lips when he hears your quiet whining.
"can you try again f'me? i know you can do it."
"it's too big..." you pathetically whisper as matt gets back in position between your legs, and a gasp fleet past your lips as you feel his tip push against your opening.
your hands reach out to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as he leans over your body. his breath fans across your face as he slowly begins to sink into your cunt, your walls immediately clamp around him, and he basks in the sounds of your whines with a grin on his face.
"it'll fit, sweetheart."
© sturnioz