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@charmedbyeverything
call me charmed
Trans woman (she/her), 30s, bi, shy, reblogging heavy kink and posting about fantasies. Mostly fantasies of being desired and my own submission.
If you know my main blog, please check in with it before interacting or following
into heavier stuff like gore & cnc. not currently tagging for it
Tags:
being annoying -> personal thoughts
being charmed -> fantasies
being enchanting -> pictures
idk im tired and I think id just like sex where I didnt have to initiate yknow?
I want to be lusted after and touched and caressed and persued and shit
Nearly making her cum from sucking on her nipples is something you need to do by the way. No ignore how pathetic she sounds just keep sucking on them
and then you love it more when she’s actually fat. you agree. reblog.
if i can't act like a cocktease it will cause me actual medical harm
soft pajama pants are my friend because they make it really easy to grab a girl's ass and/or press your fingers against her perineum while you're making out. in contrast jeans feel like a low level chastity device
she let me hit because she's too weak to stop me
i took off my bra and my nipples have been standing at attention, clearly distended through the bust of my dress for like 20 minutes. thank god none of my roommates were around. who knows what they would have thought
yes, calling me your princess will get me in your bed in no time
Oh no, love potions don't work like that anymore. First sight rules cause so many problems, you know? And blood magic is expensive.
These days, they do a kind of automatic bonding process, where the magic in them connects with the target, and then applies to the subject. You see, it has to do with the mana field within the potion and the mana field of the individual, and the relative resonance of the two. You see—
Well, yes, yes, it's all very technical. I was getting the feeling some of it was going over your head, but you didn't have to stop me like that. I guess, suffice to say, it won't do anything if she just drinks it like this.
Ok, so, how it actually works is you need to drink it first, just a little bit of it, a mouthful. Then you slowly swirl it around in your mouth to make sure it gets everywhere and picks up as much of you as possible. You want to really mix it with your essence.
Do it in front of me, please, so I can be sure you're doing it right. I don't want anything to go wrong.
There. Just like that. Look in my eyes. Good. I can see that it's working. Smile for me. I can see it in your eyes.
Now be a good girl for me and drink the rest of the bottle.
it would be nice to be more horny on main and not have to have the sideblog. but someone dogged could figure out some professional details from my main. and they kill those careers of tgirls that they can pin kink on.
Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc you’re just like “wow they’re so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck me”
part of the problem is that im just really easily controlled with kisses. It wouldn't take much to tame me at all
im soooooo performance driven. i want someone to be impressed with me and then fuck me silly over it
little miss instantlossbait would like to send you a rambling monologue insisting it's not and will never be your plaything.
little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that actually several minutes is really different from instant.
little miss instantlossbait would like to ask you what you would do to it if you got your fingers on it, like, just in case, so it can know what to avoid, you know?
little miss instantlossbait would like you to ignore the way it shivers when you look at it like that, because it'll never be defeated by someone like you.
little miss instantlossbait says that because it escaped (was eventually freed by its allies) so it doesn't matter how fast it lost because it wasn't really a loss and therefore that one doesn't count.
little miss instantlossbait wants you to know that that the speed at which it loses the capacity for conscious thought returning to drooling and repeating mantras whenever it makes eye contact with you has no greater implications about your relationship with it whatsoever.
little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that it actually spends none of its free time fantasizing about your touch and that scrolling through its search history like that while it was under is really a violation of the sacred hero-villain trust.
little miss instantlossbait is coming alone to the next fight without telling anyone because it's really worried about what you'd do to its allies and also wants to know when you'll next be available. to fight. so it can stop you. also it's going to win next time.
little miss instantlossbait insists it's not 'addicted to losing'. In fact, that you didn't show up for a month and in that time it got increasingly antsy and pent up and spent more and more time thinking about you was because it was worried about what you were planning. And nothing else. It doesn't even like you.
little miss instantlossbait would like to apologize for its outburst last week and politely requests you please don't leave it out in the rain all night again. It guesses you can hypnotize it if that's the alternative, if you must. But it's definitely going to defeat you anyway so this won't matter.
it's been thinking for a while here, while you've had your hands on and off it for all these battles. it feels like months or years have gone by but really it's only been several minutes, hasn't it? and, in any case, little miss instantlossbait would maybe like to admit that maybe you're right.
maybe it does like losing. maybe it doesn't really want to fight. maybe its will is running out and maybe you finally got to it. maybe it's a bad hero and the strength of its justice isn't enough.
or maybe all its fighting has been because it couldn't admit that it didn't want to fight. because fighting was always the default option. the thing it was told it was supposed to do. the thing everyone always said it had to do, no matter how hard it was.
and to give that up now would feel like losing itself. like admitting it had been making a mistake. like dying.
but now that little miss instantlossbait maybe doesn't entirely want to fight anymore, it's scared in a different way.
what if you only want it because it fights? because it tries to run? because it insists it won't lose? what if that's the only reason you chase after it, not to catch it but to enjoy the run?
little miss instantlossbait thinks that that would be very cruel of you, but you're a very evil woman so maybe you are that cruel.
little miss instantlossbait hopes that if it ever stops fighting, that you'll still want it, that you'll still pay attention to it, that you'll still give it love.
so, little miss instantlossbait asks you this, you evil, evil woman, will you really love it? or did you just want to see it lose?
just hanging out with the tits out is so nice. I kinda wishing I was moving into a place without roommates so I could do this all the time
trying to reconnect with one’s sense of eroticism while trggered as fuck is annoyingggggggggggggggg
a necessary part of the healing process. But a difficult one
