welcome to my diary for multifandom writing and selfship talk, penned by the world’s most self-indulgent blogger, sophia! or phia ꒰১ ໒꒱ twenty two. she her. jill valentine’s femme princess.

you’re so sensitive that your hips shift as the head of her cock pops into your hole. cassie responds accordingly by pinning your legs still by the knees, grabbing the meat of your thighs with rough fingertips. she places her palm down on your lower belly to keep you from bucking up and throwing her off balance until she’s bottomed out so deep it’s nearly aching.

cassie who keeps her palm on your tummy so she can feel her dick print inside you, smoothing her hand around and feeling for even the faintest outline of her cock stuffed inside you. she thrusts slowly at first, barely rocking her pelvis but moaning with every drag of friction from your warm, wet pussy.

cassie helping you through even the most mundane tasks, stepping in and guiding your hands when she notices it’s taking you a little longer than usual to figure something out. her boobs smushed up against your back, peering over your shoulder as she mutters a soft, “there you go. good job, you got it.”

cassie stopping dead in her tracks when you suddenly take an attitude with her, maternal instincts kicking in alongside a firm set of her brows—the kind of look that you know means absolutely do not start. but she knows she can’t get upset with you like that, can’t punish you, so she walks over and leans in toward you ear, “baby, i know you’re upset right now, but i can’t help you if you don’t use your words.”

cassie, who, when you finally calm down and tell her what’s bothering you, opens her arms up for a big mama bear hug. she loves when you curl yourself into her chest, letting her press her cheek against your forehead and her hand stroking over the back of your skull. “doin’ so good,” she coos, “don’t you feel so much better?”

cassie waving you over to her lap when you’ve had a long day, letting you collapse against her plush thighs. you grumble an apology about seeming so babyish, as if you don’t deserve a break sometimes. “it’s okay, honey.” she scoops her arms around you, pecking gentle kisses against your temple. “my big girl’s had a hard day, huh?”

you can find me dancing around my bedroom listening to girly pop music. writing exclusively in cursive. drinking iced coffee. giggling too hard at something only a little bit funny. bruising easily. chronically changing my theme.

yes (ㅅ´ ˘ `) warm summer nights. riding shotgun. polka dots. my macbook. baggy tshirts. physical media. alone time. friendship bracelets. ladybugs. amaretto sours. nail polish. sudoku. nicknames.

no!!! cold weather. men. heterosexuals. not getting enough sleep. rude people. yelling. social media. trends. coquette lolita lana del rey fodder. fascism perpetuated through purity culture.

listening to ♪ ethel cain. chappell roan. sabrina carpenter. mitski. taylor swift. olivia rodrigo. lana del rey. slayyyter. kim petras. susannah joffe. charli xcx. sydney ross mitchell. ariana grande. hozier. the 1975. florence + the machine. bleachers.

my blog is for adults only. minors, ageless blogs, and empty blogs will be hard blocked. please have a profile picture and a visible age indicator.

i’m anti-censorship. if you think writing about certain topics equates to endorsing or romanticizing them in real life, this is not the blog for you. purists and anyone who cannot separate fiction and reality are unwelcome and should block me.

no requests. i post my writing sporadically when it’s finished. you’re always welcome to leave suggestions, thirsts, or simply chat with me, though!

i can be slow and occasionally forgetful (or nervous) when responding to or dmming others; please don’t take this personally! (╥﹏╥)

general dni criteria. i block liberally for my own comfort and sanity online; it’s almost never truly personal. i also typically block blogs that post almost or entirely about men, m/f relationships, various cishet presented things, etc. i don’t want to see it.

any and all selfships are nonsharing. i’m awkward about sharing and kinda just like to yap into the void about my f/o’s. no doubles, please.