Hi! I'm Sophie! I see you've found my blog, lol. I've had this blog for years, but I've never actually gotten around to telling you guys anything about myself, so I figured it's time to finally get around to that!
This is primarily an 18+ blog, so please don't follow me if you're underage!
My asks are open for any horny asks (and horny asks are very much welcome!), and my DMs are open if you want to get to know me better! Come say hi if you're interested, I don't bite... well, not too much, anyways ;)
Now, with all that said, here's a little about me!
I'm 20 years old, I live in America, and I cannot wait to get out of here as soon as I can manage it, lol.
I'm a Computer Science major, specifically I'm working towards being a software engineer, and I'm hoping to make music production software!
I've only just recently came out as trans about 2 months ago as of the time of writing this! It's been a long time coming, and it's been something I've grappled with for a while, but I've finally accepted it and it's awesome!
I haven't gotten to start transitioning yet, there's a lot of financial barriers I have to get over before I can do that, but I'm hoping I can soon! (Will update this whenever I make progress)
My sexuality is kinda a question mark? I've said I'm bisexual for ages, but between realizing I'm trans, and some recent experiences, I'm still figuring things out. We'll just say pansexual for now and leave it at that!
I'm a musician! I play guitar, piano, and I can sing! Music is my passion and has been since I was a kid, and I'd love to perform on stage someday!
I'm very sex-positive! I think people should be able to explore their sexualities in whatever way they want as long as they're safe and there's consent from all parties, and I'm not gonna have any patience for moralizing or bringing politics into kink unless it's something serious. Let's all just have fun and enjoy ourselves, okay?
Now, my one exception to the no-politics rule is a simple one: If you voted for Trump, get off my blog. You're not welcome here, and a lot of LGBTQ+ people are fixing to be hurt because of your choices.
I'm a HUGE nerd, lol. I love movies, anime, manga, TV shows, comic books, video games, basically any form of media.
My favorite band is Dream Theater, but I also love Paramore, Evanescence, Set It Off, Amaranthe, Nirvana, Linkin Park, and Panic! at the Disco! In case you can't tell, I've got a very strong vibe, lol. I'd love to share music with anyone who's interested!
I'm a DM for my local friend group! I have a ton of fun working on D&D stuff, and I may post about it on here from time to time if anything particularly exciting happens. If you've got any cool D&D ideas or stories you want to share, hit me up!
I love video games, but my favorites are Persona 3, Final Fantasy 7, the Trails series, Undertale, basically any Armored Core game, and Bloodborne! I will probably ramble about all of these games at some point on this blog, lol.
I am completely obsessed with the Nasuverse. Fate, Tsukihime, and Kara no Kyoukai are some of my favorite pieces of fiction ever and I am way too invested in the world, lol. I'm working my way through the Tsukihime Remake right now and I'm absolutely loving it, you should read it if you haven't!
That's a little bit about me! This blog has been primarily an NSFW blog up until now, but I'm gonna try to post more normal stuff on here too going forward, I think it'll be fun, and I hope you guys enjoy my posts!
Also, kink list under the cut for those interested!
—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.
—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.
—word count: 1,3k
—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3
The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.
The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.
Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.
You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.
Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.
Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.
You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.
Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.
The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.
Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.
“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.
The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.
It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.
The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —
There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.
The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.
You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.
Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.
A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.
Hng Miss can I pretty please get my tboy cunt edged by your massive bitchbreaker girlcock? I want to be good for you Miss, please help me become a mindless toy that’s always wet and desperate for tgirl cum, it’s what I was made for ~
Awww, what a good boy~
Spread you little tboy cunt nice and wide so that I can breed it with my big fat tgirl cock <3
Try not to whine too much when it starts hitting your cervix <3
what would you think of a girl who had a 9 inch dick but was a bottom?
I loveeeee massive cock swinging while I pound into them, it shows exactly how much of a sub you are that you're wasting all the length to be a good fuck toy<3
I just love the idea of "trapping" someone in trance, having them try to wake up without my direct assistance - but with a suggestion that makes it so they can only do so once a certain condition is met. Something simple, and basic, like counting to five or ten, or maybe a simple physical action like trying to stand up from whatever soft surface they're sitting or lying on.
The twist, of course, is putting a bunch of tricks and traps and obstacles between the subject and whatever arbitrary goal has been set for them to escape the trance. Trying to count to ten, but every time they hit the halfway point they forget if the goal was to count up or count down. Trying to stand, but their body wants them to drop deeper so it keeps going limp and collapsing. Trying to explain to themselves how they're not going to be hypnotized anymore, but making it so they keep accidentally using trigger words or going on tangents that only drop them deeper.
Making it so that with each and every failure, the subject sinks deeper, the trap gets harder to escape, the task gets more impossible to achieve. Trying, and failing, and dropping, over and over and over, getting more and more lost - depending on the tricks you weave into their mind, they could end up so completely out of it they don't even remember or understand the task anymore, trying to do something, but failing and dropping deeper because they can barely remember step one.
The sheer helplessness of a plaything stuck like that, struggling so cutely and pathetically with such a simple task, continually dropping themselves deeper and deeper while they desperately try to squirm their way back up... it's practically intoxicating...
thing where somebody gets so mindlessly turned on that their hips start jerking forward rhythmically and involuntarily like a needy dog very easily one of the hottest observed phenomena
😮💨 all I want is to be on my back, legs spread wide watching in pure lust as a horse-gock slams into my drooling fertile pussy, the outline of them decimating my organs showing through my belly, then I want to squirt over the fat nuts as the bitch-breaker fills my womb with so much potent, virile nut sludge I look overdue with triplets and the cum just keeps getting fucked deeper in me attacking my defenceless eggs 🤤
Fuckkkk. You really know how to make a girl happy, it would be so hot to trace my fingers along the bulge I'm making inside you as I fuck load after load directly into your fertile womb <3
need someone who'll get me superrr high (just one more hit, sweetheart.... oh, well that was barely a hit, baby. take another one, and make this one nice and long. you want a real high, right? not some weak shit that you cant even feel.) and tell me i'll be okay & that i can trust him while he pulls me into his lap and starts groping me :(((( bonus points if he's rocckk hard & i can feel it poking my ass while i squirm in his lap
need someone who'll get me superrr high (just one more hit, sweetheart.... oh, well that was barely a hit, baby. take another one, and make this one nice and long. you want a real high, right? not some weak shit that you cant even feel.) and tell me i'll be okay & that i can trust him while he pulls me into his lap and starts groping me :(((( bonus points if he's rocckk hard & i can feel it poking my ass while i squirm in his lap
need someone who'll get me superrr high (just one more hit, sweetheart.... oh, well that was barely a hit, baby. take another one, and make this one nice and long. you want a real high, right? not some weak shit that you cant even feel.) and tell me i'll be okay & that i can trust him while he pulls me into his lap and starts groping me :(((( bonus points if he's rocckk hard & i can feel it poking my ass while i squirm in his lap
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