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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
😵💫
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.
You look like your brain would shut off and you would fall to your knees like a malleable toy for anyone to use if you huffed some gock right about now.
Could you please answer questions 2, 5, 6, 38 on the TNWO ask game. Also I really love ur blog and I’ve cum to it a at least couple of times!!
2. Blowjob or Rimjob?
blowjob for sure. anal stuff's not really my favorite.
5. Titjob or Thighjob?
thighjob 100%
6. Handjob or Footjob?
on the one hand, im not really into feet. i am neutral towards feet. on the other hand, something about forcing a girl to awkwardly using her feet to get me off sounds fun....
i still probably pick handjob tho
38. Should cissies get personal privacy or can transfems unlock their phone at their desire?
why would you ever need to hide anything from your goddess? if you dont tell every tgirl your phone password are you even an ally?
doubly so if you have nudes on there you'd otherwise be hiding from us.
Not in exchange for anything, regardless of whether She's your favorite or if you just love Her as much as you love any Trans Woman, not even to like sit down and eat with Her necessarily.
Just, "Hm, i'm bored. Oh, i know, i'll buy a Woman something to eat."
Casually let Her destroy your finances to get some really good food She wants. Place the order for Her if She's socially anxious. Bring the food to Her and serve it, if She wants.
Ask Her if you can do anything else for Her, tell Her you can list some things you can do for Her if She wants. Offer to drive Her somewhere, buy/give Her clothes, be Her sex toy, play games with Her, clean or maintain something for Her, offer Her your skill at something you'd normally charge for, whatever you have.
If She tries to tell you "thank you" you tell Her, "thank You for letting me help You."
If She doesn't have anything else She wants from you, just tell Her you hope She enjoys Her food and continue on your way. Leave Her in peace.
you will feel a lot better afterward -- about leaving Her happier and loved, about yourself for doing some genuine good in the world, and about the world for giving you an opportunity to serve Someone.
you should give your dom/top a praise kink if they don't already have one. like you should be whining compliments into their ear while you kiss, maybe whispered between pleas to take things further because their touch drives you wild. you should make them feel like magic. tell them how beautiful they are while you look at them in awe, while they pin you down or wait for permission, while they make you come undone. you should compliment their voice, their presence, how safe they make you feel, the pleasure they give you. you should praise them so often that mundane compliments give them goosebumps and remind them how the same words sound spilling off your lips.
A Kaiju Giantess is sleeping in Her mountain lair. She's beloved in the local city.
Sometimes She has friends that visit or stay in Her lair.
-☙✿❧-
One morning, the Giantess stirs as She is waking up, starting to roll around sleepily, a little restlessly. Quakes, rumbling, the ground trembling in Her lair, bits of earth and rocks descending from the ceiling in a few less frequented corners.
Ash, a friend in Her lair is excitedly texting someone.
Ash: She's waking up!
Bea: I can feel it
Bea is in the middle of the city, far from the city limits, miles and miles away from Her lair.
Even though She isn't even close enough to be visible, Bea -- along with everyone else in the city -- can feel every little movement through the rumbling in the ground.
Some drivers in traffic briefly distracted as they feel the sudden thumping of Her feet, followed by the steady rumble of Her hips and back and shoulders and tits and Belly as She rolls from one side to the other.
Office workers on the top floor of a building pause as they feel the shifting of Her hips and thighs and shoulders and arms as She wiggles around to get comfy.
Students in a school near the city limits look towards the mountain range from windows or the courtyard. (She's still underground -- there's no way they'll be able to see Her, but it doesn't stop them from trying.)
After a delay, there's another few gentle quakes as She settles Her feet and puts Her hands to the ground, followed by some rumbling while She begrudgingly sits up.
Birds and other wildlife near Her lair have already fled, but clouds of birds take flight as, after some more rumbling from Her weight shifting with Her stretching arms, a yawn erupts from within the mountain's caverns, echoing off of the mountainsides, reverberating between the city's buildings. More quietly, some windows and other structures resonate with the more croaky groaning as the Kaiju Giantess finishes Her yawning stretch.
Every single person in the city -- at home, outside, at work, in cellars and basements, in buses and trains, at the top of skyscrapers, enjoying being out in the park, buying food, carrying packages, bathing, sleeping, in calls with friends, playing games, everyone -- feels the steady, regular quaking of the Kaiju Giantess lazily pumping Her morning wood. At one point, amidst this seismic rhythm, those outside hear Her voice, though only those at the edge of the city towards Her lair hear Her croaky reverberating words from within the mountain valleys:
"Morning, Ash." The quaking continues, fully uninterrupted. "Fine, thanks, you?"
The steady quaking pauses. Another yawn, this one shorter and more subdued. The quaking resumes.
"No thanks." The rhythmic quaking stops. More rumbling and tremors. "I'm just going to take a leak, then head into town."
Tremors and quaking and rumbling as the Kaiju crawls out of Her snug lair, then stands up.
"Hm?" A pause. "Sure, where do you want to be?" Gentle rumbling as She squats down, then more as Her weight shifts. "Okay. Here. Watch your step... Ready?.. Okay."
More rumbling as She stands up. Larger tremors from some footsteps. At the edge of the city, Her scruffy hair, long ear tips, and horn can be seen above the mountain peaks, heavily tinted blue by the distance.
A pause. "Mmmnnh." Those right at the city limits can hear the distant rushing waterfall of Her fluids pounding into a mountain pond of Her creation. Near enough to the site, one could see steam clouds gently rising as Her hot fluids cut through the cool morning air.
A Kaiju Giantess is sleeping in Her mountain lair. She's beloved in the local city.
Sometimes She has friends that visit or stay in Her lair.
-☙✿❧-
One morning, the Giantess stirs as She is waking up, starting to roll around sleepily, a little restlessly. Quakes, rumbling, the ground trembling in Her lair, bits of earth and rocks descending from the ceiling in a few less frequented corners.
Ash, a friend in Her lair is excitedly texting someone.
Ash: She's waking up!
Bea: I can feel it
Bea is in the middle of the city, far from the city limits, miles and miles away from Her lair.
Even though She isn't even close enough to be visible, Bea -- along with everyone else in the city -- can feel every little movement through the rumbling in the ground.
Some drivers in traffic briefly distracted as they feel the sudden thumping of Her feet, followed by the steady rumble of Her hips and back and shoulders and tits and Belly as She rolls from one side to the other.
Office workers on the top floor of a building pause as they feel the shifting of Her hips and thighs and shoulders and arms as She wiggles around to get comfy.
Students in a school near the city limits look towards the mountain range from windows or the courtyard. (She's still underground -- there's no way they'll be able to see Her, but it doesn't stop them from trying.)
After a delay, there's another few gentle quakes as She settles Her feet and puts Her hands to the ground, followed by some rumbling while She begrudgingly sits up.
Birds and other wildlife near Her lair have already fled, but clouds of birds take flight as, after some more rumbling from Her weight shifting with Her stretching arms, a yawn erupts from within the mountain's caverns, echoing off of the mountainsides, reverberating between the city's buildings. More quietly, some windows and other structures resonate with the more croaky groaning as the Kaiju Giantess finishes Her yawning stretch.
Every single person in the city -- at home, outside, at work, in cellars and basements, in buses and trains, at the top of skyscrapers, enjoying being out in the park, buying food, carrying packages, bathing, sleeping, in calls with friends, playing games, everyone -- feels the steady, regular quaking of the Kaiju Giantess lazily pumping Her morning wood. At one point, amidst this seismic rhythm, those outside hear Her voice, though only those at the edge of the city towards Her lair hear Her croaky reverberating words from within the mountain valleys:
"Morning, Ash." The quaking continues, fully uninterrupted. "Fine, thanks, you?"
The steady quaking pauses. Another yawn, this one shorter and more subdued. The quaking resumes.
Me, relaxed in a throne with My legs slightly spread.
you, snug and tight between My thighs, My cock draped over your head, your face pressed into My balls.
you are hugged between My legs, in My domain, in My ownership.
The lighting is dim. you can barely see anything other than the shadowy shapes of My hairy sex, with My thighs, My belly, and the seat of the throne in your peripheral vision.
It is quiet. Most of what you hear is your own breath against My body and around your face.
The scent of My crotch, overwhelming you, shutting down your mind a little more with each breath, seeping into you with each passing moment.
you can feel My warmth radiating from My body, from My crotch and legs, washing over you like a blanket.
The gentle pulsing of My half-hard cock.
The slow, steady roiling and churning of My sack, which you feel against your nose, and which you can see clearer and clearer as your eyes adjust. The mass of My sack gently whorling and shifting around in circular motions as My cum flows through it.
Warm. Surrounded. Owned. Safe.
The fluid churning within My sack.
I just/// I want to very big and have a cunt in My lap, in My grasp. a cute and sexy little girl, that makes Me go "awww" while I'm feeling her up.
she approaches Me naked and dirty and a little scuffed and scared and lonely, kitty ears flattened down, tail drooping.
I take her in and give her a bit to eat and drink, and bathe her like an animal, and patch up her injuries, and give her a little more to eat
I put a little bow on her head so she's not naked. I hold her against My body by a fire to help her dry off and warm up. I'm cooing and soothing her while petting her hair and groping her tits and squeezing her ass and rubbing My cock against her, which all makes her feel safe and comforted and happy, and she just looks up at Me with happy gratitude in her eyes while I have My way with her body and give her a gentle kiss on her forehead and encourage her to drink some of My milk and uuuggghhhhh
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.
