sturnlia

[sturnlia]

hiiii, just found your account and i love it already! was wondering if i could become the 🌺 anon?

sorry for not answering this, but yes ofc! thank u for being my first anon!

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send in requests pls hehehehe

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omg? over 400 notes on my first fic? i’m in disbelief thank you guys sm :(

gaming

my first fic! i hope you guys like it, im sorry if its bad :3 fluff and making out!

you’re sitting on chris’s couch behind his gaming chair, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through your phone while he’s gaming. the sound of gunfire and explosions fills the room, but you’ve learned to tune it out by now.

“you gonna sit there like a loser all night or actually talk to me?” you tease, tossing a throw pillow at his head.

it hits the back of his chair, to which he turns around, giving you a look. “first of all, rude. second, you’ve been on your phone for the past thirty minutes. who’s the loser now?”

“still you.” you lean back, stretching your arms over your head with a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping for some entertainment, but apparently, you’re more into playing with random dudes online than hanging out with me.”

“oh, you want entertainment?” he finally pauses the game and turns to you, one brow raised. “what, you wanna arm wrestle? see who can shotgun a pepsi faster? oh wait—i forgot, you suck at both.”

you narrow your eyes. “bold words for someone who cried over a jump scare last week.”

chris glares, pointing at you. “fuck you, that was a well-timed scare. any normal person would’ve jumped.”

you grin, triumphant. “but did they scream like a little bitch?”

he launches the pillow back at you, and you barely dodge it. “you are so annoying.”

“you love it." you say, sticking out your tongue.

he doesn’t respond right away, just stares at you with that cocky half-smile that always makes your stomach flip. his eyes flick down to your lips for a second—so quick you almost miss it.

“you know what’s actually annoying?” he finally says, leaving the game and walking over and sitting next to you. “how you always act like you don’t want me, when we both know you do.”

your breath catches, but you force yourself to scoff. “oh my god, your ego is out of control.”

he hums, tilting his head. “am i wrong, though?”

you open your mouth to argue, but he’s already shifting closer, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. the air between you changes—like someone turned the dial up on the tension.

“c’mon, baby, just admit it,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “you wanna kiss me so bad.”

your heart is hammering against your ribs, but you roll your eyes. “in your dreams.”

his smirk widens. “oh, you have no idea.”

and then he moves. slow and testing. he tilts his head and brings his lips so close that you can feel his breath against your mouth.

you don’t pull away.

he takes that as a green light and finally, finally closes the distance, kissing you like he’s been dying to do it for ages.

your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer instinctively. his lips are soft, but the way he kisses you? it's desperate, like he’s been waiting too long for this moment. his hands find your waist, warm and firm as he tugs you onto his lap.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, voice a little rough. “knew you’d taste good.”

you’re already breathless, but you muster a retort. “jesus, chris, that’s so corny.”

he chuckles, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “yeah? didn’t hear you complaining.”

you don’t have a comeback because he’s right. instead, you grind down just a little, testing the waters, and his reaction is instant—a sharp inhale, fingers gripping your hips tighter.

“oh, we’re doing that now?” his voice is deeper, rougher, like he’s barely keeping it together.

you shrug, but the teasing is weaker now, your own body betraying you. “guess so.”

he doesn’t waste time. one hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over your skin in a way that makes you shiver. the other is tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he kisses you like he wants to ruin you.

and the look in his eyes and the way he touches you, seems like he does.

[sturnlia]

hi you’re so cute can we be friends.. i wanna start writing too BUT IM SO SCARED

hi yes of course!! trust me i’m scared too lolll but i take a writing class so i just used some of the things i learned from that to write

[sturnlia]

Hii Girl, your name is so pretty!!

I loved your first fic! 🫶🏻

awww tysm!! this is so sweet <3

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i am a new writer on here, and any advice is much appreciated!

i love nick, but i am uncomfortable with writing for him, at least for now. maybe in the future!

no homophobia, bullying, talking shit on others, or drama is allowed here, thank you :)

i am a NSFW blog and i am 18, so if you are a minor, its okay for you to interact and read (as i am not able to control what you read and i was reading crazy smut at 12) but please dont make inappropriate comments to me.

i will NOT write rape, sa, cnc, piss/shit kinks, anything crazy.

thank you everyone,

lia.

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gaming

my first fic! i hope you guys like it, im sorry if its bad :3 fluff and making out!

you’re sitting on chris’s couch behind his gaming chair, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through your phone while he’s gaming. the sound of gunfire and explosions fills the room, but you’ve learned to tune it out by now.

“you gonna sit there like a loser all night or actually talk to me?” you tease, tossing a throw pillow at his head.

it hits the back of his chair, to which he turns around, giving you a look. “first of all, rude. second, you’ve been on your phone for the past thirty minutes. who’s the loser now?”

“still you.” you lean back, stretching your arms over your head with a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping for some entertainment, but apparently, you’re more into playing with random dudes online than hanging out with me.”

“oh, you want entertainment?” he finally pauses the game and turns to you, one brow raised. “what, you wanna arm wrestle? see who can shotgun a pepsi faster? oh wait—i forgot, you suck at both.”

you narrow your eyes. “bold words for someone who cried over a jump scare last week.”

chris glares, pointing at you. “fuck you, that was a well-timed scare. any normal person would’ve jumped.”

you grin, triumphant. “but did they scream like a little bitch?”

he launches the pillow back at you, and you barely dodge it. “you are so annoying.”

“you love it." you say, sticking out your tongue.

he doesn’t respond right away, just stares at you with that cocky half-smile that always makes your stomach flip. his eyes flick down to your lips for a second—so quick you almost miss it.

“you know what’s actually annoying?” he finally says, leaving the game and walking over and sitting next to you. “how you always act like you don’t want me, when we both know you do.”

your breath catches, but you force yourself to scoff. “oh my god, your ego is out of control.”

he hums, tilting his head. “am i wrong, though?”

you open your mouth to argue, but he’s already shifting closer, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. the air between you changes—like someone turned the dial up on the tension.

“c’mon, baby, just admit it,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “you wanna kiss me so bad.”

your heart is hammering against your ribs, but you roll your eyes. “in your dreams.”

his smirk widens. “oh, you have no idea.”

and then he moves. slow and testing. he tilts his head and brings his lips so close that you can feel his breath against your mouth.

you don’t pull away.

he takes that as a green light and finally, finally closes the distance, kissing you like he’s been dying to do it for ages.

your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer instinctively. his lips are soft, but the way he kisses you? it's desperate, like he’s been waiting too long for this moment. his hands find your waist, warm and firm as he tugs you onto his lap.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, voice a little rough. “knew you’d taste good.”

you’re already breathless, but you muster a retort. “jesus, chris, that’s so corny.”

he chuckles, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “yeah? didn’t hear you complaining.”

you don’t have a comeback because he’s right. instead, you grind down just a little, testing the waters, and his reaction is instant—a sharp inhale, fingers gripping your hips tighter.

“oh, we’re doing that now?” his voice is deeper, rougher, like he’s barely keeping it together.

you shrug, but the teasing is weaker now, your own body betraying you. “guess so.”

he doesn’t waste time. one hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over your skin in a way that makes you shiver. the other is tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he kisses you like he wants to ruin you.

and the look in his eyes and the way he touches you, seems like he does.

[sturnlia]

[sturnlia]

"on ur knees" "good girl" "look at me" "use ur words" "say it louder" "dont make me ask again" "beg for it" "say please" "thats my pretty girl" "just like that" "come here" "you're mine" "show me ur tongue" "dont move" "im proud of u"

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men who make the peace sign in pictures are just begging to be dominated and bred

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aurelia. 18. scorpio. finnish. cali. pink panther. astrology. gryffindor. chris girl. new blog. :)

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