O Holy Goddess, ravage this blessed body

Cleric Maria - she/her/fae/faer - 22 - trans t4t bisexual - submissive bottom- 18+ sideblog - ageless blogs will be blocked - asks always open!

[devout-cleric]

Good evening! I am not new to nsft tumblr, simply making a new pinned post. T'is time for it, anyways.

Hello! I am Cleric Maria - not my real name, mind you, - I am 22 years of age, a trans t4t bisexual, and I'm a submissive bottom. Oh, and I greatly enjoy pain.

Now, before we go further, I feel the need to clarify this: THIS IS A BLASPHEMY KINK BLOG. There will be (fantasy) religious themes.

Here are several kinks you may expect to find on my blog:

Blasphemy (duh)

Degradation/Worship

Masochism/Sadism

Pet Play

Monsterfucking

CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)

Intox (specifically drugging as opposed to drinking)

Fantasy/Fiction

Asphyxiation

Now, this is not an exhaustive list of everything that I am into, but it gets the big ones known.

As for limits: de-trans, watersports, scat, snuff, gore, diapers, raceplay. If you send me anything of these sorts, you will be blocked. This is your one and only warning.

Posts tagged "cleric confesses" are made by me, "cleric's sermon" refers to my reblogs/queue, "cleric responds" are for my asks, and "cleric converses" are my interactions with others.

please reply with your favorite emoji if you read this

My asks are always open, so if you wish to speak with me, don't be shy! I do ask that you be respectful, though.

DNI: TERFs, minors, chasers.

Most Recent Update: 12/10/2024 (Dec 10th, 2024)

[transsexual-feminism]

Every time I bring up my belief that a transfem is oppressed before she or anyone else realizes she's transfem to tme people, I universally get met with skepticism or even outright hostility.

Every time I bring it up to transfems, I get immediate positive acknowledgement. I have had so many girls tell me awful stories from their egg days, some more awful than I could have ever imagined.

Even those of us without stories from the beforetimes still wear the scars. Regularly I'll come across transfems who don't remember huge parts of their pre-hatch life. Regularly I'll come across transfems with self worth so low they see being objectified as a compliment. Regularly I'll come across traumagenic plural transfems who have had their psyche shattered from childhood trauma. (this is kind of a self report considering we are or have been all of these lol)

The reason TME people don't want to acknowledge this reality is because they are complicit in it. They were the ones traumatizing us, and they haven't stopped. Trauma is not inherent to transfeminine existence, it is a product of the transmisogyny these people refuse to admit exists.

[transsexual-feminism]

This is probably one of my favourite posts that I've written. Not because of anything I did, but because it's really powerful scrolling through the replies and reblogs and seeing other transfems talk about their experiences as eggs. Thank all of you so much for sharing!

This is transfeminism!

[pokeballvictim]

HEY do you remember those like four pages of outlining and planning i did for a story about a boy who genetically engineers a sexually dimorphic servant race of wasp and bee-like women? Where the wasp women reproduce by laying a large egg-like thing in your intestine which gradually dissolves over time and makes you into a chubby and submissive bee girl? And the bee-girls reproduce by their saliva making people turn into sexually aggressive wasp women and grow ovipositors. Do you remember that. Isn't it fucksd up that that story never got written.

[sapphling]

does nobody remember when we were all mainlining pineapple to make our cum taste good

[daisy-m766-deactivated20260113]

[dark-eddsworld]

well... you dont HAVE to snap the angels wings... it can still make extremely pathetic whimpering noises without that... y-you know... a-and yyou dont need tto keep testing how sstrong its halo is either!! c-come on... w-wwhats tthis piece of wood ur putting in the angels mouth... it's for the cutest little #ryona protag..? oh thanks! bite down? wwhat does that m- GHKGGHK

[estrogenesis-evangelion]

kidnapped by the pixie village and kept in elaborate bondage (their greatest-ever public works project) so they can edge me & use my sticky girl cum as cement to hold bricks together, ushering in an architectural renaissance in the Sparkle Grotto

[estrogenesis-evangelion]

by 3 years later the exterior edifice of their architectural college is a perfect 1:1 facsimile of my erect cock, in large-cut (i.e. postage stamp sized) blocks of eggshell marble. i've managed to negotiate with the engineers maintaining my bondage scaffold to at least build a plug they can hoist into my ass with pulleys when it's milking time so i can edge easier. they call me Big Girl

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

after 3 more years, the big expansion boom from newer, taller buildings and more complex civic engineering has begun to slow, and the pixieconomists are producing worrying calculations about the economic growth rate vis a vis my need for sustenance. feeding me has represented nearly a quarter of the Sparkle Grotto's annual budget since my arrival. once growth is no longer offsetting this, importing excess berries from Tinkletown Beyond The Bog will become too expensive. a solution is needed.

the brightest pixie minds confer, and for a time the university scientists take over my feedings. for a few weeks there are altogether new tastes in the fine granola-like feed that they tip into my mouth from tiny troughs. i feel funny. and after the results are measured it is decided that the only way to feed both the Big Girl and the people is to make the Big Girl into the winter storehouse.

now all summer they feed me all day long. every excess morsel, every surplus from each harvest is tipped into my mouth. by fall i am plump enough to strain my scaffolds, and upon the first frost they stop feeding me food and start feeding me only the flowers.

the purple flowers make me sleepy. all winter i'm half awake like a dream in a jar full of syrup. and the pink flowers make me give milk. all while snow blankets the Sparkle Grotto, instead of eating the crops they would once have stored, the pixies knead my tits with great machines and live on the warm milk of the Big Girl all winter long. i awake each spring with sore red nipples, hungry and lean and whining for fresh spring fruits. they are looking for a spell to make me live forever.

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

fucking incredible that everyone's so horny over this that nobody has yet called me out in the tags for casually dropping "pixieconomists" in there

[l3wdbee]

I need to watch someone actually pass out from suffocation between my tits

"Oh that's unsafe though" okay but it gets me hard???

[l3wdbee]

Actually fucking please please please please please please please please please I desperately want to torture a girl with someone else and kissing is SUCH a massive weak point for me, maximum of a minute before I'm mindlessly rutting against whoever I happen to reach first

[l3wdbee]

To all you adorable girls liking this and leaving cute little pleas in the notes: this is how you wind up with an older woman's dick in your guts. Do with that as you wish.

[bigolbadblog]

i feel like something that's missing from some people's understanding of kink fiction and fantasy is, like... in fiction and fantasy, everything is in-scene.

when real people do kink in real life, you gotta do all that good out-of-scene stuff like discuss boundaries, set limits and expectations, check in with each other, do aftercare, et cetera et cetera et cetera... but in fiction, everything can be in-scene!

the people in that fanfic don't exist any more than, like, the make-believe sexy football star and make-believe sexy cheerleader in a couple's roleplay exist. that couple doesn't need to get into character and then pretend to be a sexy football star having an important consent conversation with a sexy cheerleader, because that's a conversation that's already happened out-of-scene and out-of-character. (i mean, if you're into in-character negotiations, chase your bliss.) when they're in that scene, they can just pretend to be a sexy football star having sex with a sexy cheerleader. that's okay.

so like. when fiction does kink in a way that would be unsafe or harmful irl... just keep in mind that you're not watching actual people neglecting check-ins or ignoring their set contract or genuinely harming each other. you're watching a scene without the behind-the-scenes bits, and that's okay.

[bigolbadblog]

this has gotten a couple replies along the lines of "yeah, you can just assume the characters worked all the important consent stuff out when you weren't looking!" which is true in some cases, but not the point i was trying to make, so please bear with me while i try to rephrase myself.

when i say in fiction, everything is in-scene, i mean that the fiction IS the scene.

if someone went up to their partner and said "hey, wouldn't it be sexy if we pretended you were manipulating and controlling me in an unethical way for sex reasons?", and then they talked through all the good and necessary consent and risk-awareness things, and then they played that scene out - that's a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm, right?

now, if someone writes a story where one character manipulates and controls another in an unethical way for sex reasons... that, too, is a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm.

kink fiction doesn't have to be about characters consciously and conscientiously Doing Kink. kink fiction can be stories where the kinky things people fantasize about or roleplay (but wouldn't want to happen in real life) do happen in the universe of that story. because the story is a scene.

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

As far as odd types of penetration go, I think ear fucking is extremely underrated, ESPECIALLY with the consideration of soft fluffy kitty ears

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

Where else can you find something as mind-numbingly hot as "im claiming you by literally covering your brain with my cum"

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

Like, you can't get fucked stupid any more literally than that

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

And getting fucked by a person in each ear while you sit a brainless, stupid, drooling, horny mess between them? Losing yourself completely from the stimulation??? God...

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

I'm not usually like, super into being mind broken, but GOD i wanna get mindbroken by a good double ear fucking sesh, especially if I get my brain fucking coated in cum 🥵🥵

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

Also what, are you gonna slam your dick into my head and NOT make a joke about me having cock on my brain?

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

And what, youre not gonna call me cum-for-brains from then on??? Of course you will!! Because you made me have cum for brains and you should do it again!!!

[unrepentantwhore]

Mouth on bulge through the fabric. You agree. Reblog

[realeaterbutch]

Hey, don't be sad. butch rutting into you from behind while they're panting in your ear and begging to cum inside. okay?

[chaserba2t]

do any girls want to play hanging out and smoking weed in our underwear

[cyprozombiegirl]

I remember the first time a girl put her fingers in my pussy, I was so scared to let her. Things still felt incredibly raw even three months into healing, like the slightest misstep could damage something. It felt like an inconsiderate or brash hand might rip or tear something. And I was so afraid I didn’t look healed enough to actually be pretty to her. Things still felt swollen, and the scars weren’t yet faded. But she laid me down on her bed, the spring sun streaming in the window, and she shushed my protests with a kind and knowing tone. She’d gotten a neopussy a year and a half before me, she’d be careful. So there I was, laying down and looking up at her smiling between my ever so slightly shaking legs. She had lube on her fingers and she leaned into me slowly, with her whole body, resting her other arm on my right knee as she came closer to me. Then she was in, and although I’d been fingered anally before, nothing prepared me for how large and detailed her fingers felt in me. The sensation was so vivid that I couldn’t help but picture precisely where they were in me, what shape they curled into. I could feel so perfectly I might as well have had x-ray vision. She smiled at my surprise. Then she watched me begin to relax. And that’s when she began that caress, that coaxing with her fingers that I had performed on others so often. The pleasure was beyond description except as waves and waterfalls and the desperate powerless need for her not to stop. My eyes were so wide, and I felt just like porcelain being painted by a master craftsman.

[cyprozombiegirl]

your honour I wish to state for the record I had no intention of decimating the tumblr trans femme community with this post

[cult-of-lilith]

Imagine having a friend set up a rape scene for you so you genuinely have no idea it's going to happen. We've been coordinating back and forth for a while so they can take you for a day out and lead you down the perfect alley where I'm waiting. Imagine being pinned down, fighting and struggling against having your clothes ripped off only to look over and see your best friend in the world that you just with your life just leaning against a wall with a smug grin on their face

[libre-de-genero]

DOMINO PRESLEY

[ho3hologram]

half me is like, "soft and gentle and lovey dovey affection plz," and the other half of me is like, "violate me in ways that would make people concerned for my safety if they knew." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯