Cw Misogyny - Tumblr Posts
john helps you with your gender studies work, then decides to properly educate you.
(18+/MDNI, established d/s dynamic, dubcon(ish), misogyny kink, degradation, choking, pussy slapping.)
part of you wanted to slam the textbook shut the second your handsome distraction of a boyfriend walked through the door, but a large part of you knew you had to get your reading done now before your ability to concentrate evaporated come nightfall.
you try to focus on the words on the page as you hear john shuck off his jacket and boots, and throw his keys onto the table by the door.
"home, love." he calls out, before stepping through into the flat.
"hey." you greet back, small smile on your face even if your response is a little half-hearted.
john shuffles over to the couch, collapsing down onto the plush cushions before he pulls off his beanie and throws it on the coffee table.
he gives you a few moments to wrap up the page you're reading, then he expects you to come over and fuss over him like you always do.
the fussing doesn't come. and his leg starts to rock in impatience--after a trip to the base, he needs his soft, sweet girl in his arms. needs his love cooing over him and staring at him like he hangs the stars in the sky for her.
instead, your nose is in that fucking book.
growing impatient, he calls out to you once more, though his voice doesn't betray the way he sits on the couch and fights the urge to bounce his leg, or the twitch of his fingers. "what's that, love?"
"new class." you flash the book cover at him, key concepts in gender studies.
john parts his thighs, making a space before he taps them. "come sit here, bring your textbook." his command is gentle yet compelling, and you rise to your feet without a second thought.
"study snuggles?" you ask, a bright smile on your face as you make your way over. john often tempted you into his arms so he could cuddle you while you read, and you both got what you wanted.
"something like that." he smirks, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap so your arse is flush against him. he circles an arm around your waist, keeping you securely in place as you get back to reading.
john can't help himself though. his girl in his lap, right where he wants her, and he's sure if he just starts teasing he can make her forget all about the book. he's done it so many times before.
he pulls the fabric of your top down your shoulder, baring your skin to him so he can press ravenous kisses all across your shoulder and all up your pretty neck. he knows your weak spots, targets them directly with hungry licks and playful bites, until he hears you gasp and sigh in delight, until he feels you squirm in his lap.
"john, i'm trying to focus." you sigh, protest weak as his kisses continue.
one of his hands trails up your thigh, pushing past the hem to expose your thighs and tease your sensitive skin, his hands on a mission.
like a good girl, you sit and take what john gives you, desperately trying to keep your focus as arousal fogs your brain. maybe you have to re-read the same line about five times, but you're determined to keep going--the book's contents have made you feel determined and powerful.
john's hands both settle on your knees, pulling your legs wider until they're stretched over his and exposing you to anything john wishes to give to you.
still, you try to keep your mind on the book and not on the way his fingers creep up the silky skin of your inner thighs, or the way his hardness presses against your cheeks.
you turn the page over, finally having finished with the prior one. john settles his chin against your shoulder where it glistens with his spit, and you can feel his eyes on the page, reading along with you.
"don't you feel silly, darling?" he whispers, fingers teasing you further, making you jerk in his lap.
"why?" you ask, trying to not pay him or his like of questioning too much mind.
"reading feminist theory when you're far from one." his voice is taunting, a purr that shoots right through you with how condescending it is.
"i am a feminist. you're a feminist." you reason, yet as you say it, you catch onto his little game. at the same time, he reaches up to take ahold of your hand, squeezing. you squeeze back twice.
"i mean look, women and power." he scoffs, taking your finger to point to the sentence, as if couldn't read it on your own. "i think you should drop the class, darling."
"why?"
one hand moves back to your thighs, thick fingers pads stroking across the outer seam of your panties, the other comes to the nape of your neck--stroking and kneading, giving you goosebumps everywhere.
"don't want it filling your pretty little head full of nonsense." he coos, punctuating his words with a tighter grip.
"nonsense?" you ask, voice sweet and innocent.
john hums for a moment, before his slips round the column of your throat. "who has power in this relationship?"
he choses that moment to ghost his fingers across your clit through your panties, and he watches as your body tries to chase his fingers.
"y-you."
"and why's that, princess?" he turns your head and kisses the side of your jaw, hovers his fingers inches away from where you need him most.
"because you're older and wiser, but really it's because I give you power!" you protest, voice growing whiny as your body betrays you.
john laughs--a low, mocking sound. his fingers tighten around your throat, restricting your blood flow. "hmm. but you like listening to an older man, don't you?"
"yes..."
finally he pushes his fingers firmly into your clit, chucking as you buck and your legs almost start kicking. "how is that empowering?"
pleasure floods you immediately. your grip on your book tightens, your eyes slip shut and a breathy moan pushes past your lips."it's just a fantasy... it's not... real."
"isn't it? are you sure?" he coos again, talking to you like you're beyond stupid. his fingers quicken, his grip chokes you harder. "if you wanted me to stop, could you fight me off?"
you thrash against his hold but find it entirely futile. "no!" you cry out.
"why?"
john relents, stilling all movement so you can calm down and give him a semi-coherent answer. even with his hands not actively teasing you, it still feels so hard to think.
"well you're in the army for one." you mutter, a sarcastic edge to your voice that earns you a short, sharp slap to your pussy that brings you back in line. "because you're bigger and stronger.
"why do you think that is?"
you hate the way it feels like john is actually picking apart your thoughts, invading your brain and reprogramming you--and you know he hasn't even gotten started.
"because... you're a man."
"hmm, it's natural for men to be strong, powerful." he explains, his words patient and authoritative. he returns to massaging your clit, making you associate the words with pleasure. "for women to be weaker, in need of protection."
you wrack your brain to think of a response, a rebuttal to john's claim. "that doesn't make us unequal."
"no, princess, this little slit between your legs does." he mocks, as his fingers now dive underneath the fabric of your soaked panties to probe at your hole. "what is a cunt's purpose?"
"to... get fucked?" you mumble, feeling shy. finally, you close the book, tossing it down on the floor and listening to john instead.
"fucked and bred by a man. dominated. conquered." his fingers thrust inside you, ruthless as they piston into your needy hole. "it's just nature, hmm? a cunt gets fucked, a cock does the fucking."
"i... guess." what he is saying makes sense to your aroused, confused, weak female brain.
"and your body knows it too, that's why you're leaking all over my fingers." he croons before sweeping your wetness all over your aching clit.
"no, that's because--"
he slaps your cunt again.
"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be soaked darling." he tuts and shakes his head, dismissive of your feeble protest. "it's normal, princess. your body doesn't believe in fantasy, it just knows reality."
"s'not a bad thing to want to be protected, coddled, cared for. not wrong to give into your instincts, to want to be filled up with cock and cum, to please a man."
he keeps talking, keeps re-educating you as his fingers work over your puffy nub and the sensation of being a little messy girl overwhelms you.
"goes both ways love, wanna please you too, but we each have our roles, no?"
"yeah... you're right..." you nod weakly.
"there has to be a reason this is the way things have always been, hmm?"
john continues, launching into a long speech as he works you closer and closer to the edge. "and look at what you do for me. what would they think if they could see you now?"
your brain starts to slow, his words echoing around your empty little brain.
still, he persists. still, he preaches his patriarchal gospel. "if they knew the times you skipped classes just to stay at home, down on your knees, worshipping my cock with that pretty fucking mouth?"
his words turn to a condescending growl, a mocking roar as he infiltrates every last corner of your mind. "if they knew the way misogyny gets you fucking soaked, love."
the hand on your neck glides as his fingers intrude into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and choking you on the digits. "could you even spell patriarchy right now, explain feminism? no? go on, tell me you're a feminist, princess." He urges, unrelenting.
all you can do is gargle and choke in response, unable to do the one simple thing john asks of you, unable to do it because you're weak. a woman. just a needy cunt.
"good girl. my good girl. that's it, surrender to a big strong man like me. s'just natural, love." his filthy, forbidden words have you right on the edge. but you know the rules, you don't come without his permission.
luckily for you--john is merciful, kind, and takes care of what's his. after all, he only wants what's best for you. "cum for me. cum the last of your brains away, sweetheart."
with his command, the coil within you snaps, sending you over the edge of a brain-shattering orgasm--a high unlike any other. it feels like you do actually cum your brains out, as your body shakes against john's hold and cries leave your throat until it's almost raw.
john holds you steady, safe in his arms as you come down from the high and he presses sweet kisses along every inch of exposed skin he can possibly reach.
"fuck, john." you sigh, eyes remaining shut in your blissed out state. you cling to where john's arms are wrapped around you, squeezing him back.
"good?" he whispers as he strokes you soothingly. "didn't go too far?"
"no, i loved it."
he smirks against your skin, relieved that you enjoyed exploring the fantasy with him.
"good. how about i take you to bed and really fuck the feminism out of you then?"
absolutely love it when girls go "lately i'm obsessed with" and then say the most mundane thing ever
IT GOT WORSE
What kind of cruel god gave these people rights
What the actual FUCK has this world come to
DSMP server blocklist and rules that my bf’s friend found -_-
Goodbye world I’m gonna go jump into a volcano now
We got muted for spamming “I love Volo Pokémon”
Will come back with more updates as the bullshit unfolds
What the actual FUCK has this world come to
DSMP server blocklist and rules that my bf’s friend found -_-
Goodbye world I’m gonna go jump into a volcano now
When you have a no slurs rule but multiple people including mods have the r-slur he their names -_-
Anyways they have a backup server so I’m gonna check that out since I think I’ve been permanently muted
What the actual FUCK has this world come to
DSMP server blocklist and rules that my bf’s friend found -_-
Goodbye world I’m gonna go jump into a volcano now
Do many people know Roman is trans? Is it common knowledge or is it something only a few people are aware of?
(Slipped under the cut due to length and sensitive information!)
To sum it up in a single word, no. It’s not common knowledge that Roman is a trans man and very, very few people are aware as to the truth. He was isolated as a child, only mingling with the children of a few rich families during important social events - something he never enjoyed going to as he considered the upper echelons to be just as fake and duplicitous as his parents. Some of those people remember that the Sionis’s had a child... but the family name soon died out and became irrelevant as Roman did not care to maintain those same connections his parents painstakingly cultivated upon succeeding his father as CEO of Janus Cosmetics, sticking purely to business only. Mr. Sionis never made it apparent to the company he had children since he never intended to leave the company to Roman, thinking he wouldn’t suffice as an heir due to not being the son he wanted. As soon as the man died, Roman automatically became next in line and by then had already asserted himself as male, looking every bit the part now he was free of his parent’s influence. Circe knew the truth and helped him present himself the way he desired, cutting his hair and styling his appearance to better suit his gender. Even after they fell out, she never outed him and Roman never killed her, though he did disfigure her after her “betrayal”. Tiffany found out while they were dating and did not care as she loved Roman for who he was, making her death very painful when the Joker killed her and stole his identity. Horsehead is one of the only members of his group who know Roman is transgender, along with another member of the original False Face Society, Jaws. Since his defeat at the hands of Batman, the GCPD became aware as to Black Mask’s true identity and sent him to Arkham Asylum to be dealt with as Blackgate lacked the facilities to safely house a transgender inmate amongst the male population, deeming it safer for both Roman (and others around him) if he were housed in more ‘secure’ confinement.