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catpriciousmarjara · 7 months

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Getting a PHD literally anywhere else: Wow! Congratulations! What a great achievement! Amazing!

Getting a PHD in Gotham: Wow! Amazing! You're now on several Government, Civilian, and Bat watchlists.

So if any of the Wayne kids get a PHD, then the entirety of Gotham would be squinting at them suspiciously. They're rich, so resources, and most likely already insane with all the shit they pull.

What I'm saying is if Jason went and got himself a Doctorate in Literature, the whole city would anticipate the appearance of his villainsona called the Dead Poet(emphasis on the dead) or Bookkeeper or something else similarly nerdy and themed like that for sure.

I just know that it would turn into some Gotham inside joke with memes abound, and everytime Jason would, I don't know, give more funding to the neglected Arts Departments in Gotham University, or go to a school for read alongs to encourage kids to read, Gotham social media would go crazy and be like:

"The Dreaded Villain Dead Poet Reads Alice in Wonderland to Children! How Despicable!"

"Villain Dead Poet Lambasts Government on Banning Books! Leads Librarians to Riot!"

"Dead Poet Ramps up his Villainy by Establishing Educational Programmes in Crime Alley! Uplifting the Poor! What a Dastardly Villain!"

"Dead Poet Goes on Live Ranting About his Favourite Books! Favourite Author is Jane Austen! Is this the Feminist Agenda?"

And so on! It's a meme that refuses to go away. His siblings actively participate, and make the situation worse.

Dick held an online Gotham Villains and Anti-Heroes Poll and Dead Poet came out on top, over Red Hood. Jason is an actual Gotham crime boss, but his crowdfunded villainsona is more popular. No he's not salty about it at all.

Duke would create a montage of Dead Poet sightings.

Stephanie would make a Dead Poet meme compilation.

Tim would arrange Wayne Enterprises to donate to local libraries after allegedly being threatened by the heinous villain Dead Poet. (Jason did ask Tim to do that but not like that)

Barbara created an extremely popular Villain Watch account for Dead Poet.

Cass tweeted out Jason's favourite books as the villain Dead Poets reading list telling people to avoid them 'wink wonk', causing a massive uptick in the sale of those books ala Bigolas Dickolas.

Damian of all people tweeted out a pic of Jason playing with Alfred the cat accusing the evil villain Dead Poet of attempting to kidnap his cat.

And thats not to mention all the shenanigans they pull in their batsonas.

God bless Gotham and it's home grown, organic, not even remotely ethically sourced, free range chaos.

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reiderwriter · 9 months

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Request for some slow and sensual soft!dom Spencer

bonus points for a gentle breeding kink or cockwarming

mega bonus points for both

Hi, anon. Thanks for feeding into my soft!Dom Spencer delusions 💀 Not sure if it's very slow or sensual because I got a bit carried away (2k words level carried away) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Summary: You want attention from your boyfriend, but he wants to read his book. You decide to meet in the middle.

Warnings: (18+ Minors DNI) cockwarming, breeding kink, bdsm themes, pet names, degradation, ruined O, etc.

Here's my masterlist - requests are open 💕

It was a slow saturday and you were just thankful to have some time together with your boyfriend of three years after a particularly tiring case.

You were only too happy to accept the early leave on the friday night to spend some time with Spencer, but now you were sat quite alone and frustrated in your bed on a saturday morning. Spencer had been particularly excited about discovering a rare edition of a Marjorie Kempe book, and had immediately taken up on the couch to read the second the two of you got into his house.

And you knew now that he was purposely messing with you, because he had never taken longer than 3 hours to read anything, much less a book that he had been more than familiar with since birth. For the majority of friday night, you’d sat opposite him on his couch, just watching him read.

You weren’t exactly opposed to watching the beautiful man for a few hours but the more it became clear he was toying with you, the more impatient for his attention you were. He liked to do this from time to time, show you that you were only getting what you wanted on his time. Sometimes you were convinced that he wanted you to beg. Hell, sometimes you did beg.

This time, though, you were determined to wait him out. To make him snap first.

You’d made it twelve hours.

Even the night before, when you’d put on one of his shirts to sleep in, he’d kissed you on the cheek and wished you a good night, waiting until you were asleep to come to bed.

When you’d woken up in the morning, he was showering. You’d made to join him, but he turned the water off almost as soon as you’d turned the door handle, and then looked at you with such an innocent smile. “Morning, sweetie. Just give me a few minutes to finish up here and it’ll be all ready for you.”

You’d gotten out of the shower and walked around his apartment for five whole minutes in the smallest towel you could find, and not once could you feel his eyes on you. He was driving you crazy.

“Spencer.” You frowned a little, trying to get his attention once more.

“Mhm?”

“Spencer, put the book down.”

“Why would I do that?” You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, the knowledge that he was making you frustrated increasing his pleasure ten-fold.

“Because you read at a speed of like 20,000 words per minute and you’ve been reading that book for twelve hours and it is not that long. Spencer, please.” You moved in front of him now, water stick running down your back, and you had one last idea to get him to finally pay attention to you.

So you dropped the towel, and then stood there embarrassed as he finally, unbearably slowly, lifted his eyes from his book to your face.

“Oh baby. Was there something you wanted?” He smiled again, but his eyes didn’t waver from yours and you almost resigned yourself to picking up the towel again and retreating to the bedroom, but you didn’t.

“You know what I want.” You grumbled.

“I’m not a mind-reader, baby, you have to use your words.” You flushed red at the thought. He knew you weren’t good at this, telling him exactly what you wanted, but you’d needed him from the second you’d followed him into his house and by now you were almost desperate.

“I want you,” you breathed out shakily, his eyes still intensely gazing at you, “I want you to fuck me, now. Please.” You added the final word as an almost involuntary after thought, so used to begging him now that it was second nature.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He shifted his book into one of his hands, but made no move to put it down, simply pulling down the tops of his sweatpants enough to pull out his semi-erect cock, giving it a few strokes. You practically salivated looking at it, happy to know that your ministrations weren’t exactly fruitless after all.

“Come here, baby.” He said, motioning for you to climb onto his lap. You did so eagerly, but still unsure if he was going to give you exactly what you wanted.

“Now I want you to sit here, prettily on my cock, like the needy little princess you are. And when I finish reading my book, I’m going to give you the attention you’ve been begging for all night, okay sweetheart?” You groaned in frustration.

“But Spence-” He cut you off quickly.

“What, such a little whore that you can’t even wait politely for half an hour while I finish what I’m doing?” You bit back any other complaints and quickly climbed into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, hands gripping his hard thigh beneath you.

You gave him a few quick pumps, feeling him grow harder and longer and perfectly hot before you lined his tip up with your hole and slowly sunk yourself down on him.

“Perfect, princess. Now, you know the rules. No moving until I tell you you can, okay?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and wrapping his free hand around your waist before opening his book again. You almost spat out another involuntary complaint again when you saw that he was starting from the beginning.

The two of you sat there, with you warming his cock, desperate for any friction, and him pleasantly reading his medieval poetry, ignoring the fact that you were even there.

Each time he’d move to turn the page you’d watch the veins in his arms strain with the effort of using only one hand. Thankfully, he wasn’t purposefully reading slowly anymore, but that meant that you’d twitched a few times without meaning to at the sheer sight of him. Each time you did, his grip on your hip tightened again and he’d rolled his hips agonisingly slowly, as if he weren’t even trying to disturb you while providing you with the tiniest relief before stilling himself once again.

At the half-way point of his book, his hand released his grip on your waist.

“Such a good girl, making a mess on my pants for me,” he whispered into your ear again, by now you were panting with need, your head thrown back against his shoulder as you did your best not to move. “Remember the rules, okay baby?”

He moves his hands down to your clit and start rubbing circles into it, slowly and gently. And now you’re whimpering into him, trying your best not to move whilst your orgasm builds up in your stomach, frustration building knowing that if you do try to get more relief, his hands will be off you in an instant.

“Spence, please.” You’re a mess now, mouth hanging open, so caught between agony and bliss that you have to force yourself to breathe, pushing out gasps in time with his languishing movements.

“I’m not finished baby, you’re going to have to be patient. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispers in your ear, the feeling on his breath on your neck sending you crazy.

“Spence please, I need to….”

“You need to wait, like a good little girl. I’ll be done soon.”

“But Spencer, I’m gonna c-cum,” as you say the words your hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you don’t stop yourself from continuing the movement, chasing the high as you feel your orgasm so close.

“Oh, my needy little baby couldn’t have waited two more minutes? Only had ten pages left.” He lifts his hand off of your hot centre, and grabs your hips, immediately stilling your movements and ruining your orgasm.

“Please, please Spencer..please,” you’re unable to do anything but beg as he holds you on his cock, not moving, not letting you move, not saying anything. You know you’ve broken the rules, but you’re so drunk on his cock that you don’t even care about the consequences right now.

Finally, he puts his book down, and shifts your weight evenly between both of his hands.

“My needy little baby needed me this much?” He punctuated his question with a quick snap of his hips into yours before stilling his movements once again. You moan and the breath leaves your chest, unable to speak or even let out any other sound in reply.

“Needed me this badly, huh?” He does it again, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Tell me, baby. What should I do? It seems my baby doesn’t want to leave my lap but I need to cum.” He picks up a steady pace now and your whole body is throbbing with him, so much so that you almost miss his insinuation.

“What’s your choice, baby? Tell me in words or I’ll stop this right now.” You moan again, pushing back into him as he thrusts up into you.

“Don’t stop, Spencer. I want all of you inside.” You finally manage to get out, and his hands are back on your clit in an instant, picking up exactly where they left off.

“That’s my girl. Take it all in, okay? You can do that for me?” He keeps whispering into your ear, letting you know how well you’re doing for him, how well you have behaved, how nicely you waited, how much he’s going to give you.

“Spencer, I’m-” you’re gasping again now, and you can’t quite force out the words, but he understands.

“I know, baby, you’re doing such a great job. You can let go now, let me take care of the rest.” Your body complies quickly, and your blissful release finally comes. Your energy quickly leaves you and you melt back into Spencer’s chest, his arms holding you softly as he presses small kisses to your cheeks and exposed neck.

“You did a great job, baby. So good for me. Gonna give you everything I’ve got, gonna put it all inside you.” His thrusts start losing their rhythm as he nears his end, each movement sending sparks up your spine as you feel yourself getting over-stimulated. You know you’re going to be a whole lot more sore that you want to be if this goes on any longer, so you decide to help him over the edge.

“Fuck yes, Spencer, put a baby in me, fill me up nice and good.”

He moans instantly in your ear as he shoots inside of you, his strong grip on your hips loosening just enough for you to know that he’s definitely left bruises there. The two of you sit in companionable silence for what feels like forever whilst your heart beat returns to a normal pace.

Eventually, he pulls you off his lap, and quickly makes his way to the bathroom. You hear him start the water running for a bath, and when he returns, he has a wet towel ready to clean you up.

“I know you already showered, baby, but you’re gonna need this to relax your muscles and make you feel better okay?” He smiles down at your wrecked form on the couch, and you smile lazily back, thankful for the beautiful man in front of you.

“Hey Spencer,” you say after he’s finished cleaning up your shared mess. “Next time, I don’t think I’ll have to wait as long for you.”

“What makes you say that?” He smiles down at you, but you can see the backs of his ears going red as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Well you certainly seemed excited by the idea of breeding me, so I think in the future I’ll just have to play into that.” You smirk up at him and watch him as the blush spreads to the front of his face as he walks back into the bathroom to finish preparing your bath.

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