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I will block you if you do not clearly have your age in your bio or a pinned post.
🔞This is an 18+ explicit erotic lesbian kink fantasy blog.🔞
If you don't like what you see, then block and move along.
I reserve the right to block on a whim, and will block minors and ageless blogs.
Strongly prefer 23+ for asks and kink play/RPing.
Hard kinks are featured here.
This is not a space for discourse or current events.
This is a fantasy blog. I do not condone doing anything here IRL.
Current header image is My own
Info on Me, this blog, My kinks, and more below
Me
Identity
Goddess, She/Her, mid-30s Transfem Dommy Mommy, usually dominant/usually top.
If you want a "normal" name, you can call Me Delilah, Deli, or Del.
Please use She/Her and You/Your with proper capitalization for Me.
Health
I am neurodivergent (AuDHD), and sometimes have struggles with communication and overstimulus.
(If I make you uncomfortable, please let Me know! I appreciate firm boundaries!)
I am an alter in a system. (Age given is body age, and the primary fronts share memories/experiences.)
I am a disabled sleepy Goddess (uncertain diagnosis, probably some kind of EDS and/or ME/CFS), and sometimes I just don't have spoons/energy for things.
Relationship
⚢ Married, in an open poly relationship (wife: @castigated-chaser, gf: @greenfairymothgirlnsfw); I am not looking for romance here, but I am looking for fun.
Platonic relationships and acquaintances with lots of kink and play are very welcome.
Sexuality
♀ I feel My strongest sexual attraction to c!s women and femme/nonbinary AFABs, with rare exceptions.
I am a bit of a fraysexual, and I tend to feel My strongest sexual attraction to people when I've first met them and am still getting to know them. (Though I still tend to retain some sexual attraction afterward.)
Other Places
Fluxer: Mutuals can ask in DMs.
Bluesky: dormantgoddess.bsky.social
Fansly: dormantGoddess
Throne: dormantgoddess -- DM Me if you get Me something so I can let you know when I get it and maybe send you a picture with it.
Discord: Mutuals can ask in DMs. (Unsure if I will continue using Discord after age ID.)
Lovense: Mutuals can ask in DMs.
This blog
The number one rule of this blog is My pleasure. I (mostly) only reblog, ask, answer, or DM if it turns Me on.
As a Goddess, I am nourished by your horny impulsive thoughts, lustful prayers, fantasies, and adorations. Send them to Me -- in DMs, in asks, by spamming likes, by tagging Me in posts, by hidden whispers in your art and writing, by thinking about Me at night as you fall asleep.
I enjoy sexting and ERP
If you are 23+, you're welcome to open My DMs with sexts, pics, RP, etc.
I sometimes answer asks with RP or fics. Try your luck.
If you send Me an ask that isn't horny (or isn't horny enough), I may choose to make it horny, including by RPing or writing a short fic with Anon while answering.
Taken anon emoji
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My Kinks
I am into a lot of kinks. I spent many years exploring kinks and deliberately pushing My boundaries. I will never judge you for your kinks or philias, even if they are not personally for Me.
My favorites
Transfem/TGirl/Futa supremacy
freeuse and casual, shameless kink
receiving oral (mouths on My tits, fingers, or anywhere below the waist)
bottomless outfits (or at least commando)
Everything else is more mood-dependent.
These are kinks that I try to tag:
#cnc
#intox kink
#breeding kink
#incest kink
#ageplay
#piss kink
#rough play
#blood kink
#gore kink
#snuff kink
#destruction kink
I will likely not be perfect, and many of My older reblogs are mostly untagged.
I may add more tags over time.
My limits
If I don't have an established safeword with someone, I will default to the traffic light system. (Red light, yellow light, green light)
My biggest limit is hard realism, especially realistic abuse. Primarily (but not limited to): realistic [ageplay, incest, assault, bigotry, violence, death, degradation/humiliation]
I also have some turnoffs that are related to dysphoria:
facial hair
being around men or in male spaces
"sir" "daddy" "dad" "son" "boy" "man" "dude" "guy" (even when not referring to Me)
And a couple of other assorted turnoffs:
diaper play
scat
cigarettes/cigars (weed is okay, pipes can be okay sometimes)
any infectious disease more serious than the mildest of colds
My tags
#DGoddess writes -- My writing or My added text to reblogs.
#DGoddess kink -- Involves a kink I like (this is most of My posts)
#DGoddess status -- Updates on how I'm doing (sleepy, drunk, etc.)
#DGoddess drunk -- Posting while drunk
#DGoddess sleepy -- Posting while sleepy
#DGoddess relief -- Thoughts/fantasies I had while pissing
#DGoddess fiction -- Short stories (or similar writing)
#DGoddess scenario -- (Experimental) A type of fiction post where I write part of a scenario, run a poll, then finish the scenario based on the results
#DGoddess dream -- Either a literal dream I had, or a fantasy I had in bed before fully waking up
#DGoddess audio -- My audio recordings (rare)
#DGoddess art -- Art of Mine (rare)
#DGoddess Deity -- Details about My lore, portfolio, worship, etc. as a (fictional) Goddess/Deity
#DGoddess pinned -- My (previous) pinned posts.
#DGoddess answers -- My answers to asks.
#DGoddess OOC -- Me going some degree out of character or talking a little about My non-kink life
#DGoddess kink psych -- Sharing (or thinking out loud) about what might be going on in My mind with certain kinks
#DGoddess calls -- Watch this tag if you want to catch when I'm calling for followers to do something for Me.
#DGoddess seeking -- Openly looking for another blog to do something with (like a collab or contract)
#DGoddess contract -- Post is (or contains) a BDSM/kink contract for doing some kind of (online) play with Me.
If I like a pinned post of yours, that means I have read it.
(Retention of what I have read isn't guaranteed.)
You don't need to like this post if you've read it, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.
insomnia, so of course I'm thinking up another Transfem supremacy system.
haven't worked out what the name would be, but I'm thinking of a badge (or pin or button or embroidery) shaped like an open, supportive hand. overtly, it shows that you're someone who's safe for a trans person to ask for help from. but the true meaning is that you're basically freeuse for trans people.
I'm writing Transfem supremacy here so that will be My focus, but it should be easy to apply this to trans mascs and other kinds of trans folks as well.
the main color can be any color i think? maybe favorite color of the wearer. but there would be a circle in the center of the palm that would be meaningful; one of the three colors of the trans flag.
pink: Trans Women can use you.
blue: trans men can use you.
white: any trans person can use you.
the overt meaning -- that you are someone a trans person can ask for help -- is not false. you should be ready to provide some real service or material support for any trans person that asks. money, car ride, food, cooking, cleaning, sex, safe shelter, ability to protect in case of physical altercation, knowledge of/access to local resources, paralegal, something.
now, we have a few layers of security here.
one: you should not just wear this badge. you should get approval from someone who knows you. for example, if you want a hand with a pink circle, you should get approval from a Trans Woman. if She's inclined, She might choose the design or make it Herself.
a Trans Woman should know that it was another Trans Woman who approved of you. if She wants, She should be able to contact the one who approved you.
two: the design of the hand features identifying joint creases in the fingers. for each joint in the fingers and thumb, there can either be a line or no line.
whether each joint in the hand is drawn should be randomly generated by whoever is designing the badge. a binary code. first 2 bits are the thumb, remaining 12 bits are the fingers at 3 bits each (one for each joint). that's 16,384 unique combinations.
if you know what to look for, that's plenty of unique possible joint line codes for each designer. if someone was blindly copying, they might either have no joint lines, all joint lines, or the same joint line code as the badge they're copying from. so, if we see multiple badges with the same design and the same joint line code, we should suspect foul play.
this will probably need some illustration later.
three: the touch test.
She asks, "can(/may) I hold your hand?"
with a smile, you say, "yes," and gently extend your hand. if you're wearing sleeves, pull your sleeve back so She can see your bare arm. keep your other hand visible and open, or maybe offer both hands for Her to choose from.
She takes your hand. if She just holds it for a bit, you let Her, for as long as She wants, without saying anything. BUT if She moves Her hand up past your wrist, then you offer, "You can touch whatever You want."
(if there's a place where you wouldn't normally allow someone to touch you, you can say, "I'll be a little upset if You touch me [in that place], but You can if You want.")
(if you've got an injury or something, you can say, "if You touch me [in that place], it might hurt/harm me, but You can if You want.")
She tests this. maybe She gives you a warning ("really? I'm going to test that" or "okay I will"), but She doesn't have to -- you should be prepared for Her to test your offer regardless of whether She gives you a warning. that She can touch you where She wants by touching you in ways that someone hostile to Her wouldn't let Her touch. tits, crotch, ass, inner thighs, obviously. but maybe She touches your neck, your lips, your tongue, your eye, reaches into your clothes, fishes around in your pockets or purse, just to see your reaction. of course, if you're really here to help Her, you should be enjoying belonging to Her so completely.
the structure of this is important.
requesting consent for touching your hand first is important -- if She just grabbed the hand of someone who was falsely wearing the badge without permission, they could use that against Her.
you have to give Her verbal consent to hold your hand, then verbal consent to touch "whatever She wants" (not just on your body, but your possessions, too -- it's fun to play with your phone and wallet and any valuables, sure, but She should also get to see if you have anything dangerous on you).
you also have to let Her choose whether She wants to touch you further at that moment. maybe She's not in a place where She's comfortable feeling you up or having you say that, maybe She wants to lead you somewhere else first, maybe She just doesn't want to check you over for whatever reason.
after She's checked your hand badge (and possibly asked about where you got it from (remember you need your badge approved/designed/made by another Trans Woman)), She'll ask, "what are My options?" or "what can you do for Me?" or something to that effect, and you can list what it is you have to offer Her and any limitations you have.
from there it's just Her asking you to do things and you doing them, taking advantage of your body and your hospitality.
Pulling out of your mouth, slapping My cock against your face, cleaning off with your hair, pissing on you one last time, then stepping on you on My way out. Forgetting about you on My search for the next hole to use.
I'm going to be home alone for a couple of weeks soon.
This is going to be difficult for Me, but after the end of this period we will have someone else in the home to help care for us.
I'm working on getting My Fansly set up. Any money I can get for ordering delivered food during this time will greatly help with spoons (fatigue, joint pain) for Me to be able to take care of other things.
If you are a Fansly girl and you want to help a disabled Trans Woman with Her Fansly, I would love to talk to anyone other than an AI chat bot (and also just to have any friends on Fansly at all).
I want to be cherished and adored and praised through My cruelest and most selfish and repulsive acts.
While I'm overwhelmed with lust and violence, destroying everyone and everything around Me to fill this bottomless need, I want to hear "thank You" "it's ok!" "i love You" "You're beautiful" "You're not doing anything wrong!" so much that I start crying.
I want to hug someone's small fragile body to My chest so tightly that I feel their blood and remains running down My cleavage, and there's people with their hands on My scales comforting Me and reassuring Me.
I'm on all fours, panting, blood dripping from everywhere on My body. Decimated buildings and corpses everywhere. An unidentifiable piece of someone tumbles out from between My teeth onto the ground.
I'm surrounded, there's a crowd marching up over the remains, and their absolute first priority is My pleasure. Reaching up to climb onto and pleasure My cock, crawling all over My sack, climbing up into My pussy and ass, kissing and rubbing the base of My tail, pulling down on My nipples until they can stroke and milk them, feeding Me by climbing up into My mouth.
The moment I feel any urge to touch Myself, to grab and pleasure Myself, to swallow My own saliva, even just to clench in reaction to some of the stimulation, it's over for someone. But they don't care.
It's a whole world of people driven relentlessly to pleasure Me and make Me happy and take care of Me. I cry at the overwhelming adoration and compassion. I cry that all I can do to repay them is mercilessly crush them and pleasure Myself. I cry.
I gulp the next one down and cry, rolling over onto My side, crushing them underneath Me, crushing them between My thighs, crushing them inside My most intimate and vulnerable places, crushing them under the weight of My breasts. Feeling a dozen lives end, not from cruelty or viciousness, but just from Me relenting and collapsing over, giving up and giving in to pleasuring Myself even if it means that ten or twenty people are gone forever.
And they're just worried about Me pushing Myself too hard. They just want to make sure I'm enjoying Myself and fed and hydrated and clean and have all My urges tended to. Even if it's just to make one small part of Me twitch in pleasure just once, they're grateful to give Me everything they have to give.
Imagine a Giantess so large that She can casually, easily fit your entire body in through Her vulva, inserting you fully into Her canal. you think you might be able to reach up to Her cervix. you can feel that your feet have been engulfed in Her warmth and wetness, and you know you've completely disappeared into this directionless darkness, drowning in Her juices, Her heartbeat pounding distantly all around you.
She has to be so so careful, because if She clenches a little too hard even once, you-
This used to be an abandoned lot, but it's informally just become My little spot within the city limits.
I'm sitting back with My legs spread, left hand stroking My length, right hand next to My pussy with My balls resting atop it, My tail twitching back and forth in annoyance.
As soon as I clenched, I knew it was too much. After I relaxed, I could feel it -- that last one had had her snuffgasm and stopped moving.
"It's ok! It's really hard to control." One of My friends on My shoulder, reassuring Me cheerfully as she notices Me getting discouraged. "Try another one."
There's quite a crowd gathered between My feet, with a doubled up line curving around to My crotch. A few are assisting with the growing body pile, but most are watching Me intently, some touching themselves.
The cunt at the front of the line rocks back and forth on her feet eagerly with her hands behind her back, watching as My fingers dig around in My snatch for the remains of the previous volunteer, another couple of cunts pulling the body away to add to the pile.
I spread My pussy, and that cunt eagerly marches up and pushes herself in, My juices and the previous insertion's blood gushing down on her.
"Oh." My canal is twitching already, scales scraping the dirt as My tail curls this way and that. "This one's so thick and soft... and why is she wiggling around so much? Oh, fuck." I'm rubbing Myself harder, My tail thumps the ground as I barely fight off a clench.
Imagine a Giantess so large that She can casually, easily fit your entire body in through Her vulva, inserting you fully into Her canal. you think you might be able to reach up to Her cervix. you can feel that your feet have been engulfed in Her warmth and wetness, and you know you've completely disappeared into this directionless darkness, drowning in Her juices, Her heartbeat pounding distantly all around you.
She has to be so so careful, because if She clenches a little too hard even once, you-
"Oh, fuck." Panting, I pull out of her bruised mouth, looking down at the blood and cum stretching between her face and My crotch. "Did I... kill her?"
"Mhm!" One of the cunts next to her, who has been holding and rubbing her the entire time. And the cunt keeps rubbing her as I let go of her and her body thuds on the floor. "Look at her face, she looks so happy!"
I piss on her body. I don't know why, it just felt right. It wasn't a lot, just what I had in Me. The other cunts are delighted by this, the one lovingly rubbing My piss into the body's skin and hair and face like a precious anointment.
The other cunt next to her leans over and starts happily licking the blood and cum and piss and spit from My cock and balls, diligently sucking the mess from My pubes, frothing up her own saliva to push out onto Me and suck back up.
They're way too pretty to be doing things like this. Too pretty for Me to... just because I got lost in thought while-
"What would You like for dinner, Goddess?" The cunt who was rubbing her has now crawled over her, and is nuzzling My softening, wet cock, looking up at Me so adoringly.
"Something sweet." I take a breath and close My eyes. "Small... Right now I just want like a small pastry or something. And a big drink."
My victim's mother and sister are through the slit in My dress's skirt, between My legs, nuzzling and kissing My crotch and sex affectionately.
"Of course!" My cock draped against the side of the mother's face, one of My pubes clinging next to her mouth. she kisses the side of My shaft. "There's no better way for her to go out."
The sister comes up from My vulva, My sack dragging against her face, smiling wide at Me. "i saw the look on her face. her jaw stretched open, the spread of her bloodshot eyes, the nose damage, the bruises... that was the best fuck she ever had."
One of the other funeral attendees, sitting next to Me, leaned over to hug Me and press her face against the side of My boob.
I'm the one who killed her, and her loved ones are comforting Me.
The mother moves up to kiss the tip of My cock. "Thank You for being the One to take my daughter's life, and for using her life to cum." In a single, smooth, experienced motion, she slips My entire length down her throat and lovingly makes out with the base of My cock.
I tug one of My breasts free of My dress, grab that funeral goer, and have her nurse on Me while I groan and enjoy the mother's firm, gulping throat.
a sub riding a large dildo but not being able to take it all in by themselves so that ask their dom to push them down onto it all the way. the sub crying and thanking them even through the painful pleasure because it feels *so good* to be full.
"Oh, fuck." Panting, I pull out of her bruised mouth, looking down at the blood and cum stretching between her face and My crotch. "Did I... kill her?"
"Mhm!" One of the cunts next to her, who has been holding and rubbing her the entire time. And the cunt keeps rubbing her as I let go of her and her body thuds on the floor. "Look at her face, she looks so happy!"
I piss on her body. I don't know why, it just felt right. It wasn't a lot, just what I had in Me. The other cunts are delighted by this, the one lovingly rubbing My piss into the body's skin and hair and face like a precious anointment.
The other cunt next to her leans over and starts happily licking the blood and cum and piss and spit from My cock and balls, diligently sucking the mess from My pubes, frothing up her own saliva to push out onto Me and suck back up.
They're way too pretty to be doing things like this. Too pretty for Me to... just because I got lost in thought while-
"What would You like for dinner, Goddess?" The cunt who was rubbing her has now crawled over her, and is nuzzling My softening, wet cock, looking up at Me so adoringly.
"Something sweet." I take a breath and close My eyes. "Small... Right now I just want like a small pastry or something. And a big drink."
I'm going to change My minimum age preference up from 21+ to 23+. I might shift it up again in the future.
Nothing prompted this, I haven't had any bad interactions with anyone, it's just something I've been thinking about and feeling out for a couple months.
If you're 21-22 and we've already been chatting and playing, we can keep chatting and playing.
If you're 20-22 and I unfollow you, this is probably why. Nothing personal.
In terms of age, I'm still only blocking under 18/ageless blogs. That's not going to change unless I move to a different region.
You are allowed to find things hot in theory while also never wanting to actually do them in real life btw. You can get off on whatever wild shit in your imagination and still prefer to be very vanilla in real life. Or not want to have sex at all in real life. You don't owe the universe anything in exchange for your dirty mind.
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