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Hi! My name is Milky, I'm 21yo cishet woman and this is my blog for just being a subby perv. I mostly reblog random stuff, but feel free to send some text-based asks. Bonus points if you degrade me for being woman or if you yourself a fellow pathetic female hehe ♡
Don't send pics or ask me for pics. I won't be posting or sharing pics of myself. I'm just here to fantasize. I might consider writing some posts myself in the future, but I'm not super confident in my writing so idk for sure. My main blog is @princess-milkys-blog so I'll follow back mutuals from there.
Stuff you'll see on this blog (usually text posts but sometimes artwork or pics):
Random girlblogging
Small tits because I'm small-chested
Degradation/Praise
Lactation/Hucow/Milking
Patriarchy/Incel/Housewife/Tradwife/Domestic kink
Hypnosis
Fauxcest/Incest (dad x daughter or big bro x lil sis)
Monsterfucking
Tentacles
Oviposition
Bimboification/Bimbo training
Political play
Corruption
CNC/Kidnapping/stuff falling under that umbrella
Bondage
DD/LG
Pregnancy
Body expansion (tits/ass)
Age gap/older men
(Rarely) fdom + subby men when i'm in the mood for it
Not my thing:
Raceplay
Bathroom related
Intoxication
Detrans
Dykebreaking
Mommy
Age regression
That's it! Thanks for reading and let's have fun being perverts together hehe ♡
It’s so embarrassing when my heat starts. I have to stop whatever I’m doing to try to satisfy my bitch hole. I used to just rub my clit for a bit until I had a tiny and unsatisfying orgasm. Then I learned how to bitch myself.
Accepting my place as a cunt made sex so much more satisfying. Watching my bitch pussy get plowed open while a man ruts in me is the most humiliating experience. But that’s also what makes my cunt twitch and grind. For me, being a woman means getting wet to my own inferiority.
I’m fuckmeat. Women are fuckmeat. I’m watching my hips twitch up in the air looking for cock and I internalize that this is my role as a woman.
How about we permanently reprogram your tiny brain so you’re no longer able to cum without being treated like a dumb bitch? Oh, you already did that to yourself?
Wow, you really are such a strong and independent woman 💞✨
Would you like to upgrade to princess treatment plus?That includes an additional load of cum in your butt, together with a cute little plug to keep it in while you’re pretending to be a smart girl ✨
Girls really are such adorable little idiots. Constantly yapping about equality, female empowerment and equivalently silly ideas, only to spend the rest of their time gooning to the most degrading misogyny porn they can get their manicured hands on <3
Maybe, if being treated like an airheaded little slut, is the primary thing your tiny little brain seeks out to get some happy chemicals, maybe, just maybe, being an airheaded little slut might actually be what nature intended for you ✨💞
The primary cause of toxic masculinity is that boys don’t get pegged and humiliated enough. We‘re well better behaved when we feel a little violated and degraded 🥺
Patriarchy and male domination is so hot to me because no matter how much I try to outrun it, I have a pussy, and a pussy is literally designed to take cock. A female must spread her legs, be open and vunerable for sex to work. A cock is literally designed to go inside of a pussy, a female has a literal hole for a male to enter. And a womb is made to create and grow children, but in order for that to happen, a man must get turned on and have his cock hard, and then push in and out of a vagina until he comes and ejaculates inside of it. Cumming is pleasurable, and so a pussy is designed to worship and pleasure a cock so it'll cum. We feel good for men. A woman doesn't need to cum or feel any pleasure in order to be impregnated. The goal of sex, biologically, is to make the man feel as good as possible. And then once he's cum and impregnated a woman, he doesn't have to do anymore work. Whereas we as women will be forced to have our bodies change, grow, and adapt to give life to that man's child. Our stomachs grow, our breasts fill with milk, we permantly change. We have to do endless work, whereas a man just needs to feel good and cum.
Our bodies were made for male pleasure, so we can make them feel good enough to cum and breed us. Not to mention how men are just naturally stronger and more assertive. If that isn't proof enough that men are supposed to dominate, that they are biologically superior, then I don't know what is.
Dear feminists,
You must go to war with biology in order to feel equal to the men you're attracted to, the men you'll date, and the man you'll marry. Before you enlist and march off, consider how many battles biology has already won? You know what they say... make love, not war 😉
Hello, this is gonna be an oddly specific OOC submission for you, so if this doesn’t interest you that’s more than okay. I am a young enjoyer of your blog. I’ve discovered such taboo erotica since I was young, so growing up especially in a misogynistic environment it’s been difficult to accept this part of me, all the while being a feminist and genuinely loving women. I’m sure you do too, and most of the women here as well. But do you ever wonder why women tend to develop these types of fantasies more than men? Like, of course there are submissive men, but I’m not talking about submissiveness, but a kink about degrading your gender as a whole, you know. Do you think it’s because we’ve all grown up in a patriarchal world that certain views have been instilled in us subconsciously? The reason I’ve come up with, and what I tell myself to cope with the shame, is that it’s hot to explore erotica that completely sabotages your own morals that you’ve proudly established. Maybe, that self conflict at hand is what’s arousing. Maybe, men don’t really have erotica about degrading their own gender, because they wouldn’t have to experience this kind of “self conflict”, because they don’t hold pride and significance in their gender equality the same way we feel about feminism; they never had to fight for it. I’d like to tell myself that a lot of women’s taboo kinks are subconscious products of the patriarchy, because the alternative conclusion that women are just secretly, innately, biologically prone to want degradation is disheartening. Do you question about things like this? Did you ever have to cope with this side of you? Or do all these thoughts just never really occur to you? Anyway, to end it off, I love your writing, thank you for putting your writing out there.
[OOC] Thank you for the ask, anon. It seems like you’ve already thought about this a great deal. The short answer is no, I don’t believe women are “naturally submissive” or inferior to men.
There’s a great clip of Jameela Jamil shooting down this idea succinctly. Her reasoning follows that of John Stewart Mill, a 19th century philosopher, who argued that if women were naturally submissive, we wouldn’t need laws to enforce it.
Combining sex with powerful emotions is arousing. Shame is an intensely powerful emotion (I’d argue stronger than fear or disgust, because shame is very personal). Women and other AFAB people have had the experience of being treated as lesser than since basically birth, so it makes sense that most (if not all) women have experiences of both external and internalized misogyny. Those can be hot to play with in a context where, as a consenting participant, you can and should have control over what happens, unlike most of our experiences of misogyny.
You see the same phenomenon in other marginalized groups, like non-white people who engage in race play and gay men/trans femmes who like sissification. The existence of sexual fantasies about taboo ideas doesn’t speak to the real truth of those ideas; it speaks to the deep psychological impacts discrimination has on us. Eroticizing the weapons that have been used against us can diffuse the power those stories have on us in real life.
I think about getting married to a guy with traditional values. Knowing it means swearing over my body to him for his use.
My degradation will arouse him. He’ll make me a bitch station to use while he watches his game. Sometimes he’ll reach over to slap my ass. I keep humping.
We both know that I’m at my most feminine when my womanhood is laid bare for his consumption. When I’m writhing with shame knowing I exist to be his fuckhole.
Sometimes he’ll have me bounce on his cock while he has friends over. They’ll sip beer and chat while I pump my pussy down on his cock. Perhaps he’ll have me serve them all refreshments with dildo up my hole.
My husband will decide when and how I’m bred. When he announces it’s breeding time, I’ll have to be prepared to spread my legs and fulfill my purpose as a female.
When my bitch pussy spasms over his cock, I’m going to grab my udders and shake them hard. I’ll probably let out an involuntary moo. My husband’s cock will pulse at my shame and he’ll fill me with cum. That’s how we’ll consummate the bond between a man and his bitch.
Feminists are actually some of the strongest people ever!
They dress in skimpy outfits, beg to be able to flash their tits, tease men, constantly spread their legs for men, and film themselves engaging in sexual acts for anyone to see, all while encouraging other bitches to do the same, and claim it’s because women are great. The amount of strength required to hold these two views at once is on another level!
A robot thats purpose is to keep you happy. It learns that you're happiest while fucking yourself with a vibrator or new dildo you've picked out. So it simply ties you down and keeps you in a never ending ecstasy of bliss.
a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah
been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>
enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+
his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.
“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”
your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.
he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.
needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.
easy prey.
his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.
at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.
but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.
his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.
“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.
he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.
eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.
good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.
big bro who finally has his little sis pinned under him, exposed and pliant just for him, but he can’t bring himself to push inside </3
so he just presses right against her hole, not pushing in, guilt tearing at his chest as he frantically strokes himself until he paints those lips white, whimpering about how this is so so so wrong :(
"smile for the camera sweetheart you're about to be in one of the best found footage porn online" as I pan the camera to you crying, whimpering and tied up while the news broadcast of you going missing is playing in the background
