Daivia’s Blog Of Kinky Shit

27 genderfluid trans woman (?). She/they (but only they/them with permission). Bi (maybe pan?); kinky as shit, switchy but usually subby, vers but usually bottom. Follows and DMs from @daivia

[daivia-after-dark]

New Blog, New Pinned

Alright nerds, here's a bit about me.

I go by Daivia online and this is my blog for NSFW/T stuff! I'm a trans person in her late 20s into a whole bunch of kinky things and a whole bunch of cool people. I'm super queer and super kinky, super switchy and super vers and I adore writing about all of that (although I do tend sub/bottom). Feel free to flirt with me, tell me your fantasies, or just message me about something cool! I love meeting new people and chatting.

Kinks, hard/soft limits under the cut.

DNI: Minors (age/age range in bio or pinned or I will block), bigots (esp. homo/transphobes; eat shit). Cishets may interact, but you're on thin ice. This is a queer blog; do not add tags that make my posts seem cishet.

Kinks! In no particular order

ABDL, CG/L, Diapers, Pet play, hypno, light sadomasochism (usually recv), degradation (usually soft), praise, bondage, breeding, pregnancy (no kids pls), lactation, milking, musk, edging/cum denial, free use, dom/sub, CNC, intox, age play, age regression, forced transformation (bunnification, regression, deification, vampire thrall, more on this later), marking, bruising, pussy slapping, bratting/brat taming, fauxcest (preferably sibs), knotting, ABO, primal, omorashi

I really like being coerced into less powerful positions, whether that be through gentle regression, humiliation, or force or something else. If you want to take control from me, calling me Princess, Bunny, or a good little girl is a great start (I LOVE pet names). I do have a little space and will slip into it at times; don't be surprised if I talk more "little" sometimes (often XD). If there's something not on here that falls into this category (and is obviously not a limit of mine), chances are I'll be more than down for it.

Soft Limits

These are things I might post about, but would very much prefer folks don't bring up unprompted.

Large age gaps (like 10 yrs apart ish), findom (don’t mind seeing it; will not participate), incest, "honorifics" (more below), messing

Please don't refer to me with any "honorifics" without permission/me referring to myself with it (ie. Baby, Mistress). Pet names work really well when I'm subby (which is usually) and Miss or Miss Daivia are appropriate for when I'm Domme. These go on an individual to individual basis (as best I can tell); just because I let someone else call me Mommy does not mean it is appropriate for you to do so. Use your best judgement if this is unclear; I will gently correct you.

Hard Limits

These are things you will not find on my blog. If you bring them up, you will be blocked or ignored.

Cannibalism, scat, cheating, full non-con (exceptions will be for stories where the sub comes around eventually, think HDG or similar), anything that implies I’m a man (boy can be ok but man is off limits)

Main blog is @daivia; direct DMs there ^-^.

[enaloi]

ok.

[litterheaven]

[oldmanpusspuss]

most euthanizable mutuals of 2026

[smokefuneral-deactivated2015020]

[vampkillerkiller]

???

[vampkillerkiller]

I wanted to figure out what the hell was going on here, so I did a reverse image search and now I have even more questions?

Why is he reading the Bible?

[hitmyvape-deactivated20251006]

can no one just recognize a vibe these days why do we have to hate on him

[daylights-rain]

Him? Babe those are clearly lesbians.

[terraswallows]

Biting is a love language. No I will not elaborate.

[imnotherdadyet]

As much as I love the convent of “all girls need nappies and chastity” wouldn’t it be even more embarrassing if only your girl was the one subjected to that. Just your girl safely locked up and permanently denied, while all the other big girls get to have silly adult things like sex, orgasms and use the bathroom like proper adults one special little missy doesn’t get any of that. Some girls are even too little for orgasms in there nappy so why not just keep them locked up and denied for good, realistically why would you unlock them when there are so many nice adult women out there to do that sort of stuff with.

Pent up, fussy girl, forever locked up, denied and forced to go to the bathroom in her napping like the humiliated cuck she is. Kept safely away from all adult activity, forcefully but gently kept in her own work of pinks, pastels and subdued colors, keeping her as far removed from all things grown up as possible. Longing to be like everyone else but firmly divided. Everyone teases her, everyone humiliated her about how embarrassing her situation is, but she can’t control any of it. Her designated grown ups keep her in her rightful place with no chance of escape: the only stimulation she has is her futile attempt to hump and squish her messy well used nappy but the cold hard metal of her chastity belt prevents even that. Defeated, frustrated and crying in anger just to have her pack firmly strapped into her mouth. Kept gagged to keep her quite white she’s firmly locked in her crib. Listing through the walls to the grownups enjoying there much deserved adult time away from the pathetic little accident prone girlie. But they love her all the same.

[terraswallows]

Stop lying to yourself, you like dominant women, not because you're submissive but because you're autistic and they're direct with what they want.

[littlemissannie]

..when world is too roughies…

…when we had enoughies..

thats when we lay down..

..with all of our stuffies.. <3

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

So your little has a praise kink, and you've already said "thats a good girl" and "I am so proud of you little boy" so many times your throat hurts. Here are some interesting ways to get your little all flustered and warm:

Physical proof of praise- Ever give your little a star sticker for doing so well? Littles love tokens, something that is a small thoughtful gift that says "I'm a good enby". Obviously I use physical homeworks to do this, but be creative. Take a picture of them winning a game and put it on your desk, make a little box with their playbill and put it in your office. Get silly with it! Write them a fake yelp review for chez behbeh, get them a ribbon for winning the "Daddy's best flower show".

Come here and show me- when your little is showing off to you, I want you to stop them and move them onto your lap, look them in the eyes give them genuine praise and listen carefully. This is more intimate and more hot.

Ask them- ask them questions in a praising matter, "who's my good boy?" Or "there's someone in this room that I should be proud of, do you know them?" Because they might need a little help praising themselves.

You gave such a good effort- this one is a bit sadistic but instead of just praising them for doing things, praise them for the effort instead, especially if they fail. "Good job trying so hard to make it to the toilet kiddo, it's very hard for a little girl to hold it that long" when they pee themselves in the bathroom. Or "wow you almost came in your diapers didnt you? Good job kiddo" when you finally let them put the buzzy wand on their princess parts. Praise and humiliation in one!

[misterhnh]

So I found this post the other night I found this post about how to do a really thick diaper in a much more consistent manner and I sent it to @the-little-princess-marie and said soon. And it is now soon.

Here is the post for those who are interested

[misterhnh]

It ended up getting prettyyyyy thick

[gentle-sadist2]

Are you scared, little thing? Good. That means you finally understand this isn’t a game anymore. Stop thinking so much. Stop trying to control every breath, every sound, every filthy little thought in your head. I’ve got you. Let your thighs shake. Let your cunt ache for me. I want you soft, obedient, leaking all over your fingers while I tell you exactly what you are. You don’t need to carry yourself tonight. Fall apart for me instead. I’ll hold the pieces while I ruin you slowly.

[innumerable-voices]

Domme pro tip:

Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.

On the other hand a blindfold makes most people quiet. They still want to have situational awareness, they still want to track your movements, so they focus on their hearing and stop making sounds that would make it harder to hear you.

[innumerable-voices]

Domme pro tip:

Most people use breathing to regulate emotions and manage pain. Deep consistent breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. You can take advantage of this by either blocking their nose or mouth or by interrupting their breathing with will timed stimuli. Suddenly your high pain tolerance sub becomes a wimp, your composed and mature sub becomes a panicky baby

[innumerable-voices]

Domme pro tip:

Like in horror movies tension is important in scenes. You might think that to make your scene really intense you have to be serious the entire time but what you'll find actually happens is you wind the tension up to a certain point and then can't get it any higher and the scene becomes stale. But if you let yourself relax, loosen up, and make a few well timed jokes breaking the tension a little you can then wind it up again and make it more tense than you could previously.

[innumerable-voices]

Domme pro tip:

Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.

And if you know what someone is expecting you can functionally read their mind, better than that you can control their mind, you don't just know the thoughts they're having you put them their. Plus now you have all of these opportunities to create wonderfully strong emotions and reactions by going against their expectation. Don't do this too frequently or you'll ruin both their feeling of safety and the effect this has but keep it in your back pocket and use it with precision.

[innumerable-voices]

Domme pro tip:

Your sub wants to impress you, they want you to be proud of them. So when they're approaching their limit if you point that out to them ("OK darling I think that's just about all you can take") they will try to convince you they're not ("no please I can take more for you please") and if you give them an opening to do so ("are you sure?") they will jump at the chance to impress you. Follow this up with praise so they know they did a good job. This will leave them feeling satisfied and proud of themselves in a way that reaching their limit and having to tell you they've had enough won't. If you're careful you can use this to gently push their limits and comfort zone so you can both experience more intense sessions in the future

[innumerable-voices]

Now you tell me some:

[anotherprettyfemme]

i don’t want casual..i was never good at that.

i want something frighteningly intentional.

i want you to choose me with both hands..look at me like you’ve already decided i belong to you and all that’s left is teaching my body how to admit it.

i want devotion that slips into obsession. sharpened intentionally..slow, deliberate..inevitable.

the kind that starts with easy things, memorizing my coffee order and ends with you knowing every quiet noise i make when i’m overwhelmed, every tender point of mine that could make me unravel and pliant in your hands if you wanted to.

and god, i want you to.

possessive without apology. ownership as intimacy..desire with teeth.

give me your attention..constant and all consuming and i’ll return it tenfold. 

yearning that feels almost devotional. like kneeling, an offering. i want you to map every inch of me with your fingertips until there is nowhere that hasn’t been touched by them..nowhere left secret.

not because i can’t exist on my own, in my mind.

but because i trust you..with everything

[herkneelingfemme]

🖤 Pinned

I hiss as my back meets the wall a little harder than I anticipate.

Your hand is already beneath my thigh before I can even catch my breath, lifting my leg and wrapping it around your hip as you press me firmly against the wall with the weight of your body.

The kiss steals what little composure I have left. Deep and hungry and so unapologetically possessive that my mind slips just as easily as my body melts into you.

A low, hungry moan vibrates through your chest as your tongue slips past my lips, tasting me as though you cannot get enough, and the sound alone sends a shiver racing down my spine.

Your hand continues its slow journey down my side, tracing the fabric of my dress as it follows the curve of my waist before gathering the material with impatient fingers. Your hand slips beneath the front of my dark grey lace panties and the moment you discover exactly how much I’ve been wanting you, I feel your breath catch softly against my lips.

A broken, needy little please slips free before I can stop it, my hips already betraying me as they rock instinctively into your touch.

“Oh my god, babygirl,” you groan against my mouth, your voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet for Mommy already.”

Heat floods my entire body and my hips move again before I can stop them, seeking you again, and I love how easily you reduce me to this.

How you manage to unravel me in less than ten minutes remains entirely beyond me, but in this moment I do not care even a little.

All I care about is feeling you where I need you most. Letting you drain the chaos from my brain until there is nothing left but you.

I can already feel myself slipping into the familiar quiet you always seem to uncover in me. This one perfect, delicious moment where everything else falls away. The noise. The endless stream of thoughts. The weight of the day clinging stubbornly to my shoulders.

Your hand stills at the same moment you break the kiss and a desperate, frustrated whine escapes me before I can swallow it back down.

You meet my gaze and whatever I find there sends a thrill through me, my pulse stuttering beneath my skin. Hunger and desire, yes. But there’s something else too. Something darker and much more possessive. The look of someone who already knows exactly what they’re about to do to me.

I watch your pupils widen even more, the black slowly swallowing the warm brown I know so well as your hand slides up and closes around my throat.

You’re not pressing hard, just enough to guide, just enough to remind me who I belong to.

I know you can feel my pulse fluttering wildly beneath your palm and the thought alone makes my stomach tighten.

You tilt my head to the side and begin to trail your lips along my jaw, intentionally slow and deliberately wet and the sensation sends a shiver racing through me.

You tighten your hold slightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make my body answer yours as heat gathers beneath my skin and spreads across my cheeks as my breathing grows uneven.

Your tongue traces the shell of my ear and I tremble beneath your attention. There is something about the way you touch me when you’re like this, something devastatingly intimate in the complete focus of it, as though the rest of the world has simply ceased to exist.

As though there is only this. Only me. Only us. Only your hands and your mouth and the quiet devotion hidden within your attention.

I can feel myself melting further beneath you, relaxing into the safety and certainty of you.

Your mouth finds the sensitive skin below my ear and goosebumps erupt across my body. Every single nerve ending in my body seems suddenly aware of you, and only you.

Your voice drops into a low, husky whisper against my neck just as you effortlessly push two fingers into me.

“Mmm….such a good girl,” you murmur. “So ready for Mommy.”

The praise settles deep inside me, warm and heavy and precious in a way I will never quite have the words to explain.

My eyes flutter closed as you curl your fingers just right, finding all those sensitive places inside me that have always belonged to you.

“You’re taking Mommy so well, princess.”

[misterhnh]

"My kid turned out just fine"

Yes they did because despite your efforts they still are vulnerable enough and have enough whimsy to reblog silly little posts where they talk about doing weird and depraved things.

[leesromanova]

since you guys adored my past drabble (you guys are gay as hell), here’s wanda being mommy while daddy nat uses the strap LMAO

alsoooo happy pride!

tw: spiting, mommy/daddy kink, slightly dark!nat

you grip the sheets between your fingers, fabric slippery against your sweaty palms. you cry as your head continues to fall forward against their instructions, causing a smack to land on your left cheek from behind and a giggle to come from the woman infront of you. you whine as wanda moves to grip your chin and hold your head up, your eyes screwing shut to avoid her piercing gaze. she clicks her tongue “open those eyes pretty girl, look at mommy…come on.” she encourages while harshly squeezing your cheeks together, the condescending tone with the grip on your jaw makes a rush of heat spark down between your legs. you release a small moan as your eyes open and meet her own, the green in her irises almost gone at the size of her pupils.

a smile escapes her at the vision before her, cheeks blushy, your lips glossy and kiss swollen, skin on your forehead glimmering with a layer of dampness, small pants and whimpers escaping you at every push your body gave forward.

her eyes travel up your spine and hips, held in natasha’s strong grip. her knuckles white as the harness moves rhythmically with her body as she pounds the silicone into you. her heavy breasts clad in a balconette bra, each thrust making the soft mounds ripple in their confines—already close to spilling out. “pussy likes being stretched f’me huh?” the redhead asks, prompting a quick nod after the lesson she’d taught you about answering her when questioned. wanda smirks at your submission, looking back at your body in front of her. in natasha’s grip, the top of one of your cheeks holding more color than the other, a chuckle escaping wanda at the knowledge that the heated skin was a result of the multiple hits the redhead gave you to ensure your obedience after a long day of you testing both women’s boundaries.

natasha’s hand moves up your spine and create a makeshift ponytail with your hair, holding your head up straight. “yeah? no back talk now huh?” she says with a pant as she moves your hips and angles them to hit a deeper spot, making you cry. “bet you felt so smug earlier hm?” she asks as you attempt to pull away from her but her free hand pulls you back. “you’re ours…we control you, we mold you, we let you get away with things only because we decide to, but that can change,” she pants griping your hair tighter and leans forward to talk directly into your ear with a smirk. “just because you haven’t fully seen our bad side doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” she says making you whimper. “don’t test us again little girl.”

wanda watches as natasha comes back up behind you and her hand moves to land a hard smack on your unmarked cheek to solidify the warning she gave. a strangled groan slips out of you making natasha’s smirk grow wider as she looks up and sees her wife infront of your trembling body holding your chin up.

wanda smiles at her wife before she looks back down at your smooshed cheeks and coos. “naughty girl…see what all those decisions cost you? back talking your mommy all day, making daddy upset when you stormed off at dinner…” your lips purse as if to pout making her tut before her grip tightens on your jaw squeezing your cheeks together to open your mouth for her. “nuhuh baby open up,” she says, making your lips part with her grip and letting you free once your jaw hags open for her, eyes heavy as pants and whines left you, body rocking forward repeatedly.

you watch with hazy eyes as she tilts your chin up and spits, saliva trailing from her lips to your own. “swallow” your own body obeys before you have a chance to think making her smile. “so well trained,” she praises, “see, i knew you could be a good girl.” she coos tracing the line of your cheekbone, finally allowing you to close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the silicone pumping in and out of you.

natasha’s grip is tight on your hips not allowing you to change the pace of her thrusts. “just needed us to remind you hm? needed to be reigned in?” wanda says watching your head fall forward slightly, tone sweet with condescension as the redhead behind you smirks watching her wife make a mess of you and tugs your hair again at your silence making you yelp, “answer.” she demands her thrusts picking up speed and force, her strong thighs continuing to slap against your shaking limbs. “yes! yes, f-mm y-yes!” you cry.

“tell us baby, tell us you learned your lesson.” wanda says moving stray pieces of hair behind your ear. “i-i’ll be good! promise!” you yelp as natasha grips your hips closer to her. she huffs, “you can do better.” you feel tears on your eyes at the concentration you couldn’t muster.

“go on,” wanda prompts as your eyes screw shut to hold in tears, feeling your orgasm near as your mind struggles to form coherent thoughts. “answer and we’ll let you cum.” natasha encourages letting go of your hair and griping your hip as her other hand moves to find your clit. you wreck your brain for words—any words to please them.

“ah! i’ll-i’ll be good, i won’t be rude, i-i promise mommy please! please i’m g’nna cum!” you cry holding back on the precepus of your peak. “good girl,” natasha praises rubbing your numb urging you closer. “are you gonna cum sweet girl?” wanda asks. “y-yes!” your thighs shake as your core pulsates around the moving member inside it.

“go on baby, come for us.” the redhead moves her hips without pause, your peak coming as soon as the words leave her mouth. you arrive with shaking thighs and tense limbs, your face portraying your pleasure for the woman infront of you making her smile, “such a pretty sight.” she says.

you come down slowly and continue to feel the burn of pleasure between your legs, the sensation felt deeper, more intense as you fully settle from your peak. a cry escaped you, feeling the redhead continue her moves on your now sensitive body, “s’too much!” you yelp, voice horse, the edges of the pleasure you felt now boarder on pain. “oh poor baby…we are far from finished.” she says pouting behind you as her skilled fingers move quickly on your twitchy nub. you moan weakly as your body feels on fire, now knowing this was only the very beginning of their lesson.