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Something New and Wonderful

summary: Spencer has some questions he wants to ask you. Neither of you thought it would result in this.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! early seasons spencer (season 1 or 2), coming out, talk about sex and relationships, sub!spencer, kinda softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, begging, couch sex, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit)), handjobs, cumming in pants, no use of y/n, autistic!spencer reid (because every spencer is autistic!spencer)

wordcount: 4.2k (I finally caved to writing this and surprised myself)

Spencer has been anxious recently. In the time you’ve known him you’ve never seen him act like this. You can see him gnawing on the inside of his cheek in your periphery. You look between him and the TV and you can tell he isn’t paying attention. He always pays attention when you watch Star Trek together. You’re halfway through watching The Next Generation and even though he’s seen every episode multiple times he always looks just as enraptured by it. But not tonight.

You’re concerned for him. Clearly, something is wrong and it must be big for it to be bothering him this much. After a moment of consideration, you reach forward to grab the remote off the coffee table and pause the episode. 

Spencer sits upright almost immediately. His brow is furrowed and he looks back and forth between you and the paused TV with a confused look on his face. “Why’d you pause it?” he asks softly.

You set the remote back down and, tucking one leg underneath you, rotate to face Spencer. He doesn’t speak but you can see the way his mouth contorts slightly as he starts chewing on his lower lip.

“You weren’t paying attention.”

“Yes, I was,” he protests weakly.

You shake your head. “No, you weren’t, Spencer. You weren’t even looking at the screen. You’ve been preoccupied by something, I don’t know what it is but it’s making you nervous. You’ve been chewing on the inside of your mouth all night, you only do that when something’s bothering you. And every time I’ve seen you recently you’ve been anxious.”

He pulls his lip from between his teeth. “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry,” he says shyly.

“What? No, no there’s nothing to be sorry for, Spencer. I’m just worried about you, okay? You can—you can talk to me, you know that right? About anything?” 

He nods and you search his face for any sign that he isn’t being truthful and find none. 

“You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it I’m all ears.” You smile at him, hoping to reassure him. You really want to know what’s been bothering him and if there’s anything you can do to help, but you’re not going to make him talk if he doesn’t want to.

You can see him start to chew on his lip again but he notices himself doing it and stops, wringing his hands together in his lap instead. He bows his head and a strand of hair falls from behind his ear. You have to resist the urge to tuck it back.

“Have you, um, have you ever been with a guy?” he asks, still facing forward and looking down at his lap.

You tilt your head at him, confused. Is this what’s been bothering him? 

“Or–or anyone who’s not a woman?” he continues, nerves making him stutter slightly.

“What do you mean by ‘been with’?” you ask. 

His leg starts bouncing. “Like been in a relationship with. Romantic or sexual. Either.”

“I have. Both, kind of.”

He looks up at you at that. “What do you mean ‘kind of’?”

You chuckle lightly. “Well, I’ve dated a guy. We never had sex though. At least not by the classic definition.”

“Vaginal sex?” he asks simply.

You can feel yourself flush and you have to fight the urge to hide your face. 

“Yeah. We had oral sex though.” You intend to stop there but Spencer is looking at you so intently that you keep talking. You’re not sure why he wants to know this stuff but if it helps him feel less anxious, you’ll tell him. It just feels weird talking about the sex or lack of sex you had with your ex to the guy you have a crush on. “He, um, ate me out like twice, I think. I tried to suck him off but I wasn’t ready for that yet so I just gave him handjobs. Mostly we just made out though. Why do you ask?”

Spencer turns bright red and looks away from you, wringing his hands so aggressively some of his knuckles crack. You reach out and rest your hand on his shoulder.

“Spence?”

He freezes for a moment and turns his head until he’s looking in the complete opposite direction of you. “I think I’m bisexual,” he whispers.

Suddenly this all makes sense. “Okay. Thank you for telling me, Spencer.”

He whips back around to face you. “What?” he asks, surprised.

You cock your head at him, confused. “What?” you parrot.

“That’s it? You’re not—you’re not upset?”

“Of course not, Spencer,” you say. It seems ridiculous that he would even think that was a possibility but you know him and you know he’s been running the worst case scenarios over and over again in his head.

“Oh, okay. Good. Um, that’s good,” he says awkwardly, finally turning his body to face you on the couch.

You smile at him. “Why’d you want to know if I’d been with someone who wasn’t a woman?” you ask.

His entire face turns red and you have to fight the urge to tease him. “I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like,” he admits.

“It was good,” you say honestly. “We dated for a little over a year.”

“And you, um, are you dating anyone now?” he asks nervously.

“No. Why? Do you want to ask me out?” you tease, unable to resist. 

Spencer opens and closes his mouth without speaking and bows his head, fidgeting in his seat. 

Oh. You stare at him with wide eyes. He wants to ask you out? He likes you? Your world feels like it was flipped on its head in the best way possible. 

“Spencer?”

He lifts his head slowly, cautiously, like he’s afraid you’ll run the moment he looks at you.

“Do you want to ask me out?” you ask again, moving slightly closer to him.

“I-I, um, I—“ he stutters.

You plant your hands on the couch just in front of his knees and lean forward until your face is less than a foot away from his. You smile at him and his eyes widen. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence. When he doesn’t you can’t help but tease him a little. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Spencer’s eyes widen even further and you can see his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. He looks adorable like this. There’s movement at the bottom of your vision and you dart your eyes down to see Spencer covering his crotch with his hands. You look back up at his beautifully flushed face with a knowing smile. He looks down slightly, clearly embarrassed. 

You can’t have him doing that, not when you want to see his pretty face.

You reach up and hook your fingers under his chin, gently lifting his head to look at you. “C’mon, baby, what happened to that big brain of yours?”

Spencer gasps and whimpers quietly and you have to fight the urge to kiss him right then as arousal pools in your gut. 

His mouth opens and closes soundlessly like he’s unable to think of what to say or even remember how to speak. God, he looks gorgeous like this. You notice his gaze fall to your lips and you crawl across the couch, stopping just before climbing into his lap, waiting to see if he's okay with it. You don’t want to push him or make him uncomfortable, that’s the last thing you want to do. 

Spencer’s breath hitches in his chest and his hands dart from his lap to gently grab your hips. “Please,” he whispers desperately.

You have to swallow a groan at the sound as you settle onto his lap, straddling his thighs with your own. His fingers dig into your hips and it’s a struggle to not grind against him. You reach up and tuck the loose strand of hair back behind his ear before draping your arms around the back of his neck. “Do you want to take me on a date, baby?” you ask. “Yes or no?” 

Spencer nods frantically, his eyes roaming all over your body like he can’t get enough of looking at you. The thought turns you on more than you can believe.

“Words, baby,” you tease. You want to hear him say it. You want to know for sure that he wants you. You’re also curious just how much he’ll surrender himself to you. How easily he’ll let you take control.

“Y-yes,” he gasps. His mouth hangs open and you can feel the rise and fall of his shoulders with each panting breath.

“Good boy,” you say, and he outright moans. Fuck. The sound goes straight between your legs. “I’d love to go on a date with you, sweetheart.” I stare directly into his eyes. “Do you want me to kiss you? Yes or no?”

“Please,” he whimpers. Unable to resist any longer you cup his head in your hands and pull him into a kiss. He kisses you back hungrily. Like he’s been starving for it. God, how is he so good at this? His hands twitch awkwardly at your hips before he seems to find a bit of confidence and slides them up to your waist, hiking up your shirt slightly. You gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hands touching your skin. You’ve been dreaming about this for months. 

You slide a hand from his cheek around the back of his head, curling your fingers into his hair. You don’t even pull but Spencer lets out an almost pathetic whine and starts kissing you with desperate, open mouth kisses. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and you open your mouth.

You kiss him back just as hungrily, tugging ever so slightly on his hair. Spencer’s head falls back, breaking the kiss, as he moans desperately. The sound of his moan and the look on his face has heat building fast between your legs and you can feel your underwear starting to get wet. You pull him into another kiss and rock your hips against his.

His back arches and one of his hands slides up your back to press you closer to him, hiking your shirt up to your chest. The other slips down to your thigh, gripping you tightly just inches away from where you want him. You moan into his mouth as his hips buck up slightly. You continue to rock your hips and drop your hands to his chest to start fumbling with the buttons of his shirt without breaking the kiss. He gasps into your mouth as you unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can. You need him now. You’ll have him in whatever way he’ll let you but you have to have him.

Eventually, you manage to finish unbuttoning his shirt and he leans away from the arm of the church so you can slide it off his shoulders and toss it to the side. “Please,” he whimpers into the kiss. You pull away and grind your hips harder against his dick, relishing in the way his head falls back and his eyes flutter closed as he moans. 

“Please what, baby?” you tease because he seems to like it.

His eyes open and he stares at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. His eyes dart down to your chest as he slides his hands to your sides, slowly pushing up your shirt. “Can—can you take this off? Please?” he pants.

You smile at him and grab the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. You toss it somewhere to the side and when you look back at Spencer he’s just staring at you, his hands hovering just above your skin. He’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

The brief pause gives you a chance to look at him too. He’s gorgeous. His hair is messed up and sticking all over the place. His lips are wet and swollen and his face and neck are flushed red. He’s thin but toned and the only body hair you can see is a small happy trail leading down into his pants. You press your palms against his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each gasping breath he takes, and rub your thumbs over his nipples.

Spencer gasps and his eyes snap shut as his head falls back with pleasure. His hands quickly find their way back to your waist and hold on tightly.

You maneuver him until he’s lying down fully with his head resting on the throw pillow against the arm of the couch, your fingers never leaving his nipples. He whines and gasps desperately, arching his back and bucking his hips, causing his bulge to rub up against your clit. You moan softly with each thrust of his hips and grind back down against him once you have him situated. 

You lean forward until your mouth is hovering next to his ear. You roll your hips down against his and press a brief kiss behind his ear. “So pretty,” you whisper. 

“Please,” he begs in a whimpering voice. “Don’t stop.”

You chuckle lightly against his ear before pressing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Of course not, baby,” you say. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

You move yourself down and latch your mouth around one of his nipples, pinching the other between your fingers. He lets out a pathetic moan as you toy with him. You groan in response and shift your hips so that each thrust rubs his dick against your clit. You can feel your underwear soak through and wetness sticking to your thighs. Arousal pools in your gut and you can feel the heat climbing up your back as pleasure shoots through your body.

“Fuck! Feels so good!” Spencer gasps. You pull your mouth away and start kissing your way back up his chest and along his neck, until you reach the shell of his ear. You nip at his earlobe and his hips buck up hard, pressing right into your clit and you moan into his ear. His hands reach around you to grab your ass and push you back down against him. “The things I want to do to you,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Please!” he begs. “Tell me! Please!”

You smile and nip again at his ear. “I want to fuck you until the only thing you can do is scream my name. I want to make you feel so good, baby.”

Spencer groans loudly. “Fuck, please. I want that. Please fuck me. I want you so badly. I need you. Please.”

God, the way he’s begging. You love how desperate he is, how needy. He wants you so badly he can’t even control himself. You want to see just how desperate you can make him, see how long it takes until he’s begging you to let him cum. You roll your hips against him, groaning at the thought and the jolt of pleasure that shoots up your spine—another time. But you will make him beg for you.

“Good boy,” you whisper. His back arches, pressing his chest against yours. You shift until you’re only straddling one of his thighs and reach down between your bodies to palm him through his slacks. His hands fall from your ass and scramble frantically at the couch cushion.

His hips buck up into your hand and a long, raspy moan falls from his lips, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you! Thank you!” he gasps. At the sound of his pleasure, you start rocking against his thigh, unable to stay still with how turned on you are.

You smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Such a good boy, using your manners.”

“Fuck! Please! Please!”

“Please what, baby? Use your words, remember?”

“Please touch me!” he gasps.

“Aww, but I am touching you,” you tease.

He shakes his head frantically and stares at you with desperate, hooded eyes.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Spencer.”

“Please touch my cock!” he gasps. The sound of him saying something so dirty makes you moan and you grind faster against his thigh. 

“Good boy, Spencer,” you praise, undoing his belt and slacks. “Such a good boy for me. I’ve got you, baby, don’t worry.” 

You slip your hand down the front of his pants and the moment your fingers touch his cock he whimpers pathetically. He’s so wet that your hand glides up and down him with ease and the thought that he’s this turned on because of you drives you crazy. His hands shoot up from the couch and pull you down into another deep and hungry kiss. 

You continue to stroke him quickly despite the awkward angle of your wrist, swallowing all the whimpers and moans he makes. His hips buck up into your hand rapidly until he’s practically fucking your fist. He pulls away from the kiss to breathe, gasping like he can’t get enough air. With each stroke he lets out breathy little moans that go straight between your legs. You groan as you grind against his thigh in time to the movement of your hand.

“Oh fuck!” he gasps. “Please! Please! I’m gonna— I’m so close! Please! Please can I cum?”

You lean forward and press a kiss right below his ear. “Good boy,” you whisper. “Come for me, baby.”

As soon as you finish speaking, as if he was holding it back until you gave permission, he cums crying out your name. His head tilts back and his mouth falls open as his eyes screw shut and his face contorts. And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. His thighs shake and his hips jolt as you stroke him through it, kissing gently all over his face and neck. “Such a good boy,” you whisper. “Did so good for me.”

You keep stroking him, only pulling your hand away once he starts to squirm. He stares at you with big wet eyes. “Th–thank you,” he gasps weakly, turning his face into your neck. “That—that was amazing.

You smile and press another kiss to his jaw. “I–I’m glad, baby,” you say, your voice catching on a groan as you grind your clit onto his thigh.

His hands slide to your hips and hold them tightly, moving with you as you rock against him.

“What about you,” he asks softly. “You haven’t cum yet. Do you want me to touch you?”

You gasp at his words and bury your head into his neck. Yes. You want that so badly, more than you’ve ever wanted anything. But you don’t want him to feel obligated.

“O–only if you want to,” you gasp.

“I want to,” he insists. “Please. Can I touch you? I want to make you feel good.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as a spark of pleasure shoots up your spine at his words. “Fuck,” you groan. “Please.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Spencer stills your hips and guides you off his thigh. You open your eyes in surprise and groan at the loss of friction, rubbing your thighs together to try to make up for it. He gently flips your positions until you’re lying on your back across the couch and he’s settled between your thighs in just his briefs. At some point while he flipped you he managed to get his pants the rest of the way off. He looks so beautiful. Your eyes trail down his chest to the wet patch at the front of his underwear from where he came in his pants. Your hips buck against the air, desperate for him to touch you. 

His hands rest at the waistband of your shorts, his thumbs just barely slipping under the elastic as he rubs soft circles into your hips. “C–can I touch you?” he asks nervously. 

You nod frantically and lift your hips as he slowly pulls down your pants and underwear. You curl your legs up to allow him to pull them off fully and his breath hitches when he sees you. He rubs your thighs and guides your legs back down around him. As soon as you’re flat on the couch, he reaches up to tug at your nipples and presses his thigh between your legs. You moan loudly, grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction. 

“So pretty,” he whispers, sliding one hand down your stomach. It slips between your legs and you moan as he rubs gentle circles against your clit. 

You pant heavily, overwhelmed with pleasure as he touches you so perfectly.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks, sounding pleased with himself.

“Yes! Yes! Please! Feels so good!” you cry, rocking your hips up into his hand. He smiles sweetly at you and your stomach flutters. He presses a kiss to your chest and slips further down the couch until he’s lying on his stomach with his head between your thighs, just inches away from your clit. He looks at you for a moment, gripping your thigh hard with one hand and continuing to touch you with the other.

You stare at him with wide eyes. Is he really going to eat you out? You never imagined that would be something Spencer would want to do with his aversion to germs. Part of you is worried that he’s just doing this because he thinks he should but that concern is swept the way the moment he whispers a desperate and needy, “Please?”

Your eyes practically roll back into your head and you nod frantically. Spencer immediately removes his thumb to wrap his lips around your clit. You gasp in pleasure at the feeling of his mouth on you. His tongue darts out and swirls around your clit before he pulls it back and sucks gently. Your hands shoot to his head, your fingers curling into his hair, making him groan against you. The vibration of his moan against your clit causes your hips to buck into his mouth and in response, he drapes one arm over your waist to hold you down. The action makes you dizzy with arousal. With his other hand, he gently presses one finger inside you. 

You moan loudly as he laps at your clit and slowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. “Oh, fuck, Spencer!” you cry out. “So good! Such a good boy!”

He moans around your clit and slips another finger inside you. The combination of sensations makes you whine desperately. Arousal coils in your gut and jolts of pleasure shoot through your body. You can feel heat rising up to your neck and you can tell you’re getting close. You’re about to tell him when he curls his fingers up and hits the spot inside you that you’ve never been able to reach yourself. The words disappear from your mind and the only sound you can make is a broken moan. Your thighs shake with pleasure as he continues with his mouth and hits that spot with his fingers over and over again. His tongue swirls around your clit and somehow you manage to gasp, “F-fuck, baby. I’m so close.”

He pulls his mouth away from you slightly but keeps it close enough that you can feel his breath against you. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot every time. “Cum for me, baby, please,” he whispers. “I wanna taste you.”

His mouth latches back around your clit and with a moan you come hard, clenching around his fingers and curling your hands into his hair. You gasp and tremble with pleasure as he works you through it. When you finally come down, he removes his hand and presses a soft kiss to your clit that makes you gasp before kissing his way up to your neck. You roll onto your side and move over slightly so he can slide between you and the back of the couch. He brings the fingers that had just been inside you up to his mouth and licks them clean with a groan. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you gasp with shock. “You can’t just do that.”

“Do what?” he asks innocently but with a smile that shows he knows full well what you mean. He chuckles softly. “You just taste so good, I couldn’t help it.”

You can feel your cheeks burning and you bury your head into his neck with a groan. He laughs at your embarrassment.

“That was amazing,” he whispers and you nod in agreement. “You’re so beautiful. I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach. You smile and press a kiss to his neck. “Me too, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I never want to get up,” he whispers, almost whining.

You laugh and pull back to look at him. “Well, you’re going to have to if you ever want to go on that date,” you tease.

He smiles at you and you feel your heart melt. “Where do you want to go for our date?”

“Tonight?” you ask, surprised. 

“If you want to.”

You nod. “How does Indian food sound?”

Spencer’s eyes light up at the suggestion and he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “That sounds perfect.”

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ok, so I've never written smut before but this was just tumbling around in my brain. hopefully I did alright

Nsfw -mdni

gn!reader fingering trans!spencer blurb

Imagine Spencer sitting in your lap and holding him as you finger him. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, and he whimpers and whines as he presses open mouthed kisses against your skin. He gasps as your fingers hit that spot inside of him and he babbles about how good you make him feel. How much he loves having your fingers inside him. You praise him and call him your good boy, bringing him to the edge and back down until he’s begging for you to let him cum. When you finally give him permission, he cums all over your hand, gasping your name and thanking you. You work him through it until he goes limp against your chest and you remove your fingers to lick them clean because he tastes so good you just can’t resist. It makes him blush and whine in happy embarrassment as he tries to push his face further against you. You hold him and you whisper “I love you”s to each other until he falls asleep.

Put to Use

summary: Spencer has been bothering you all day while you try to get work done, you decide to put his mouth to better use.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, begging, oral sex (r receiving (kinda)), strap-ons, strap-on sucking, hair pulling, gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit)), masturbation, no use of y/n, whiny/bratty spencer, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare

wordcount: 2.1k

Spencer has been whining all day. He’s been pacing around the apartment, practically begging you to put aside your work and complaining about how bored and lonely he is. Both of which you know for a fact is not true. If Spencer was bored he would grab one of the many books littering your shared apartment and read, and if he was actually lonely he would have a proper conversation about it rather than whining. He’s not bored or lonely, he’s just horny.

If you weren’t so busy you’d help him out, but you have a deadline coming up and you’ve been stuck on this part of your code for over two hours and it’s starting to piss you off.

Spencer sighs loudly as he passes by your desk. You briefly close your eyes and take a deep breath to tune him out and continue working. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Spencer watching you and when you don’t push everything aside to attend to him he whines your name. 

“Spencer,” you reply in a matching whine. He pouts.

“I’m bored.”

“Then read,” you say, still not taking your eyes off of your computer. 

“But I don’t want to read,” he whines. 

“Since when do you not want to read?”

“I just don’t,” he grumbles.

He flops onto the couch with a huff, his legs draped over the side. If you weren’t so worried about spurring him on, you’d laugh. 

A few minutes pass before he calls your name again.

You roll your eyes, starting to get a bit annoyed. “What, Spencer?”

“I’m still bored.”

Jesus Christ. You’ve never seen him like this. You’ve seen him desperate for you before but he’s never been such a brat about it. “Spencer, you know I have to work.”

“I know, but I’m lonely,” he whines.

“I’m right here.”

“That’s too far,” he groans.

“I’m really busy, Spencer. You’re just going to have to be patient.”

He mumbles something to himself but goes quiet and occupies himself by swinging his legs. It would be adorable if he wasn’t being such a pain in the ass.

You rub your eyes and lean closer to your computer as if that will tell you how to fix the error that just appeared in your code. You change the dimensions of an array and try running it again, when the code still fails, frustration builds in your chest and you have to fight the urge to slam your computer shut.

You mentally run through all of your most common mistakes and their solutions but not one of them gets rid of the error. You’re about to plot the data to see if there’s an issue in the reading of the file when Spencer calls your name again.

You close your laptop with a snap and Spencer’s head pokes over the back of the couch. You stand, pushing your chair away from your desk hard enough that it almost topples over. 

You glare at him. “Up,” you snap.

Spencer immediately scrambles off the couch and onto his feet, staring at you with wide, desperate eyes. 

“Go to the bedroom. I want you naked and kneeling on the floor by the time I arrive. And no touching yourself.” Spencer’s eyes get impossibly wider and he seems almost frozen with surprise. “Now, Spencer.”

He nods frantically and races down the hallway and into the bedroom. You love how desperate he is to obey you. Watching him practically trip over himself to do as you say makes arousal pool in your gut. You walk around to the front of the couch and sit where Spencer had been lying mere moments ago. You stare at your watch and press your hands between your legs to relieve some of the pressure.

Spencer has no doubt done what you said by now but you want to make him wait. He needs to learn some patience. Eventually, your own arousal becomes too much to bear and you follow him into the bedroom.

Ever the good listener, Spencer is kneeling on the floor completely naked. His hands are resting just above his knees and he’s squeezing his legs hard enough that the skin around his hands is white. His cock is hard and resting on his thighs and you can tell by how much it’s leaking that he hasn’t touched himself. The sight of him drives you crazy. 

He gasps your name when he sees you, but you walk toward the dresser at the other end of the room without acknowledging him. He whines pathetically and as much as you want to kiss him, you don’t turn around. You open the top drawer and move aside your underwear and socks to grab the strap-on and harness you’d purchased recently. You turn around, closing the drawer with your elbow, and Spencer’s eyes widen when he sees what you’re holding.

“Oh my God,” he gasps, his voice breaking slightly with desperation.

You toss the items onto the bed and twirl your finger. Immediately, Spencer shuffles around until he’s facing you, not leaving his knees once. 

You saunter forward, stopping only inches away from him. He lifts his hands and reaches out to touch you, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling rapidly with each panted breath, but he lowers his hands when you give him a pointed look. The pure adoration and need in his eyes has you soaking through your underwear and it takes a tremendous amount of self-control not to kiss him. 

You grab the hem of your shirt and slowly pull it over your head. You can feel Spencer’s unwavering eye contact the entire time. You toss the shirt to the side and unbuckle your belt before pushing your pants and underwear down your legs at a snail's pace, never once taking your eyes off of Spencer’s face.

You step out of your pants and underwear and kick them aside as you reach around behind you to grab the dildo and harness off the bed. Spencer watches your hands intently as you slide the dildo through the hole in the front of the harness. “Please,” he gasps. “Oh my God, please, I need it! Please!”

You shoot him a glare and his mouth snaps shut.

“You want to use your mouth so bad?” you ask with a snarl, stepping into the harness and pulling it up to your hips. “Talking and talking nonstop? Distracting me even though you know I have to work? I’ll put your mouth to use.” You tighten the straps until the harness fits snugly around your hips and waist. “Maybe this will shut you up.”

You grab Spencer’s hair and pull him forward until his face is right in front of your strap. He falls slightly and scrambles until he’s sitting between your legs, looking up at you with an open mouth and wide eyes.

“Suck,” you command. The second the word leaves your mouth, Spencer wraps his lips around your strap with a pathetic moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He looks gorgeous like this and you can feel your arousal sticking to your thighs. 

Spencer bobs his head and a gasp forces its way from your throat as the base of the dildo presses against your clit. Spurred on by the sound of your pleasure, Spencer presses his face closer to you and wraps one of his hands around the base of the strap, stroking it in time to the movement of his head.

Each stroke sends pleasure shooting up your spine and you tangle your hands in his hair to steady yourself. “Such a good boy,” you groan. “Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer moans desperately and pulls his head away for a moment, not stopping the movement of his hands. He looks up at you with wet eyes. “You’re cock,” he rasps. “Love your cock. Tastes so good.” 

His voice already sounds ruined and the thought makes you moan as you push his head back down. He rewraps his lips around your cock and takes you down as far as he can. The dildo isn’t big and the tip of his nose presses lightly against your stomach. You can feel where the silicone hits the back of his throat and you moan loudly, your head falling back with pleasure. He wraps his hands around your thighs and holds you in place, slowly and gently bobbing his head. Even the slightest of movements send waves of pleasure through your body as the base of the dildo rubs against you and you have to fight the urge to buck your hips.

As if he could read your mind, Spencer pulls back off your cock and replaces his mouth with his hand, stroking rapidly. You gasp as each stroke presses the dildo against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. You look down at him and the sight is almost enough to make you cum. His entire body is flushed red and his chest heaves with each desperate breath. His cock is red and hard and he’s leaked all over his lap, the hand not stroking you is clenched into a fist at his side so he doesn’t touch himself without permission. He looks divine.

Spencer stares up at you with an expression of pure need. “F-fuck my face,” he gasps, his voice weak and scratchy. “Please.”

His words send sparks of pleasure through you and combined with the movement of his hand you can feel your orgasm starting to pool in your belly. “Holy shit,” you gasp, nodding your head frantically, unsure of how else to respond. The moment he sees you nod he replaces his hand with his mouth, groaning loudly.

Your hips buck forward and the sensation makes you cry out with pleasure. Heat starts to climb up your back and you thrust sloppily into his mouth as you chase your orgasm. “Such a good boy,” you gasp. “Taking me so well. Touch yourself, baby, touch yourself while I fuck your pretty face.”

A loud moan rips from Spencer’s chest and even though you can’t see it, you know he has his hand between his legs and is desperately fucking his fist. 

“That’s it, baby,” you pant. “I’m so close.”

Spencer whimpers around your cock and you can see his hips moving desperately beneath you as he touches himself. His whole body tenses as he cums and the sight of his orgasm brings you to yours. You cum hard with a cry of his name. Your legs shake as pleasure shoots through your body and you struggle to stay on your feet. Your hips still and you untangle your hands from Spencer’s hair as he pulls back. 

He smiles a big dopey smile up at you and you sink to your knees to pull him in for a kiss. You rub your thumb over his cheek and he sighs into your mouth as he kisses you back. You pull away and he chases after you weakly. You chuckle and press a brief kiss to the tip of his nose. “Did so good, baby. So proud of you,” you whisper.

Spencer smiles and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright, sweetheart?”

He nods and you guide him to his feet and into the ensuite bathroom. You undo and step out of the harness and set it and the strap on the edge of the sink to clean later. You turn on the bath and wipe the cum off his legs with a wet washcloth as you sit on the edge of the tub and wait for the water to get warm. Spencer stays pressed close to your side the entire time but you don’t mind. You love how soft and cuddly he gets after sex, especially when you’ve been a little rougher with him.

You keep one arm wrapped around him, holding him against your body, and feel the temperature of the water with the other. Satisfied, you plug the drain and let the bath start to fill. 

“Alright, sweetheart, the water’s nice and warm. Why don’t you climb in?” Spencer presses his face back into your neck. You feel a pang of worry at his lack of communication. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask gently. “Are you alright? Does anything hurt?”

Spencer shakes his head and wraps his arms tighter around you. You return his hug, rubbing your hand up and down his back, feeling the ridges of his spine under your fingertips. “Do you just want to be near me?” you ask. Spencer nods and your worry dissipates. You smile and press a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll join you in the bath, alright?”

Spencer nods and lets you guide him into the tub. You slip in right behind him and turn off the water. You press kisses to his back and shoulders as you bathe him, whispering praises until you’re both clean.

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Desperate

summary: Spencer pounces on you the moment you get home and begs you to fuck him, you're happy to comply.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, begging, fingering (spencer and reader receiving), strap-ons, strap-on referred to as a cock, pegging, anal sex, hair pulling, reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), no use of y/n, whiny/bratty spencer, reader shoves spencer chest first against a wall (it's fully consensual and he's very into it), autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3.8k

The moment you walk through the front door, Spencer practically pounces on you. You gasp, stumbling back slightly, trying to keep your grip on your bag as he holds your head in his hands and kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. One of his hands reaches down to grab your ass and you squeak into the kiss. You gently pull back, staring at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily.

“Spencer, what—”

“I need you. Please,” he whines. 

You take in his appearance for a moment. His face is flushed and his pupils are blown wide with lust. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each heaving breath. His shirt is untucked from his pants and his hands toy with the edge of it. He looks at you pathetically and it’s so fucking hot.

You smirk at him as you close the door to your shared apartment and a tiny whimper escapes his lips. “You’re so desperate, baby,” you tease, lifting your free hand to press it against his chest. You push slightly and Spencer practically trips over his feet as you guide him backward into the living room. “What’s gotten into you?”

Spencer’s eyes stay locked on your lips as you speak and his hands release his shirt to start trying to unbutton yours. You drop your hand from his chest and grab his wrists in a harsh grip that makes him groan, tugging his hands away and holding them in the space between you. “Spencer,” you scold.

He pouts slightly and his gaze lifts from the hold you have on his hands to your eyes. You gently toss your bag onto the couch and reach up with your free hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His eyes slip shut and he tilts his head into your hand. You chuckle and cup his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. He hums and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Sweet boy,” you say fondly. You release your grip on his wrists and pull him in by his shirt to kiss him. Spencer’s hands once again shoot up to cup your face. He groans into the kiss and his mouth falls open as you nip on his lower lip. A pathetic whimper that goes straight between your legs escapes from his lips as you tug at his hair. As if pulling his hair had flipped a switch inside him, Spencer goes right back to kissing you with the desperation he had when you first opened the door. You can’t help but moan slightly and, spurred on by your reaction, one of Spencer’s hands drops to try to unbutton your shirt as he practically shoves you against the wall. 

You growl in disapproval and with a quick and fluid movement perfected after over a year of putting Spencer in his place, you grab his wrist and pull, flipping your positions so Spencer’s chest is pressed against the wall and his arm is pinned behind his back with just enough force to cause a pleasurable amount of pain. Spencer moans loudly and squeezes his eyes shut as he hits the wall and you press your free hand between his shoulder blades to keep him there. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Spencer,” you growl. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off.”

“Please,” he gasps pathetically. The sound drives you crazy and you can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear. 

You scoff at him. You lean forward and press a kiss behind his ear. “What’s got you so desperate, sweet boy?” you tease softly. He groans in response and you nip at his earlobe. “Words, baby.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” he gasps. 

Fuck. His words send a spark of excitement through your body and you have to fight the urge to slip your hands between your legs. 

“Yeah?” you say in a mocking tone. “Need me to fuck you, baby?”

Spencer nods frantically. 

“How do you need me to fuck you, sweet boy?”

Spencer gasps and whimpers at your question. “Need–need you to fuck me with your cock.”

A groan forces its way up your throat and you press a kiss to his neck that makes him gasp. “Fuck, baby. You sure?” you ask.

“Yes. Yes. Please. I–I cleaned,” Spencer pants. You let your eyes slip shut and you grind your hips against his ass with a moan. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mhm, and-and I didn’t prep myself be-because I know you like to do it,” he says desperately.

You can't help but groan at that. “Such a good boy, Spencer.”

He gasps and shimmies slightly, pressing his ass back against you. The increased stimulation makes you groan and you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. You tug on his wrist again, quickly flipping him around to face you and, cupping the back of his neck with your free hand, pull him down to kiss you. Spencer kisses you messily and hungrily, his mouth hanging open as you kiss him like he can’t get enough air. You guide his hand between your legs and he groans as his fingers touch the wet patch on the crotch of your pants.

Even though the contact with initiated by you, the feeling of his hand between your legs, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit, makes you gasp. You pull away from the kiss to whisper, “I wanna fuck you too, baby. You feel how crazy you drive me? How much I want to fuck you on my cock?”

Spencer nods frantically and buries his head in the crook of your neck with a groan. “Please,” he whimpers.

“I know, baby, I’ve got you,” you whisper. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Spencer whimpers against you and you remove his hand from between your legs and lead him to the bedroom. He follows you diligently and when you reach the room, lets you push him down onto the bed and climb into his lap. He gasps your name as you roll your hips against his and you lean down to kiss him, crawling forward and forcing him to follow until he’s lying in the middle of the bed. You make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and Spencer sits up as you pull back, keeping his lips attached to yours with only brief breaks for air as you tug the shirt off his shoulders and arms. 

His hands slide up under your shirt and you gasp as his nails rake down your back when you reach between your bodies to palm him through his pants. Spencer gasps and moans into your mouth as you touch him and whines when you remove your hand. His disappointment disappears the second you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

He pulls away to bury his face into the crook of your neck, pressing messy, open-mouth kisses to your skin.

You hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants and underwear and turn your head to whisper into his ear, “Be a good boy and lift your hips for me, okay?”

Spencer whimpers and nods against your neck, removing his hands from your back to plant them behind him on the bed and lift his hips. You raise yourself to your knees and move off his lap as you pull his pants and underwear down his legs. Spencer bends his knees to make it easier for you and whines when you move away from him to toss his clothes aside. 

You press a hand to his chest and push him onto his back with enough force that his body rebounds slightly off the mattress. Spencer stares up at you with wide eyes. His flush has traveled down to his chest and you can feel the way it rises and falls under your hand with each panting breath he takes. You run your hand over his chest and gently pinch one of his nipples, causing Spencer to buck his hips and gasp your name.

You chuckle and press his hips to the bed. “You be a good boy and stay right here for me. And no touching yourself, understand?” Spencer nods frantically, desperate to please you. 

Spencer whines pathetically as you climb off of the bed. You smirk at him before turning to grab your strap-on and harness from where you keep it in the dresser. When you turn around, Spencer is sitting up slightly, scooching backward on the bed propping himself up on a pile of pillows. “Spencer,” you scold, glaring at him.

He freezes and stares at you with wide eyes. “I-I just wanted to be able to see you,” he mutters weakly. “I couldn’t see you when I was lying down. And-and you’re just so pretty.”

You can’t help but smile at his response. He’s adorable and you love him so much. And you love how much he loves you. “It’s okay, baby,” you say, walking over to the bed and setting down the strap and harness to climb onto your knees next to him. His eyes flutter shut as you run your hand through his hair. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead before climbing back off the bed. He opens his eyes to watch you as you move away. “I understand.” 

Spencer smiles softly at you and the almost dopey look on his face makes you chuckle. 

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes and toss them to the side, Spencer’s eyes not once leaving your body. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers. 

You feel your cheeks warm and you smile at him. “Thank you, sweet boy, so are you.”

Spencer’s face somehow manages to flush even redder. 

You grab your strap and harness and slip the dildo into place before stepping into it. You pull the harness up to your hips and adjust the straps and buckles so it stays in place with practiced ease.

Spencer moans at the sight and looks at you with such hunger you have to fight the urge to lunge at him the same way he had at you earlier.

“Please,” he whispers desperately.

You smirk and grab the bottle of lube you keep in the drawer of your nightstand before climbing onto the bed. Spencer plants his feet apart on the mattress and lets his legs fall open as you settle yourself between them. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan. You reach forward and grab his cock from where it's leaking against his stomach. His hips jump and his head falls back against the pile of pillows behind him as you stroke him, using his precum as lubrication. “So pretty. So good for me.”

He groans your name and squeezes his eyes shut. With your free hand, you pop the cap of the lube, and immediately Spencer’s eyes shoot back open, his breath catching in his throat. “Please,” he begs. “Need you. Need you inside me.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” you tease, removing your hand from his cock and squeezing some lube onto your palm. You set the bottle aside and gently squeeze Spencer’s thigh before rubbing your hands together to warm up the lube and spread it over your fingers.

“Need you so bad,” Spencer continues to babble. “Need your fingers. Your cock.”

You smile at him and press your middle finger to his entrance, rubbing gentle circles over it. Spencer’s head falls back with a loud groan.

“So desperate,” you mutter. Spencer nods violently. "I've barely touched you." 

“Please. Need you.”

“Aww, I know baby.” You press your middle finger inside of him and Spencer gasps loudly, trying to rock his hips back onto your hand. “Ah, ah,” you scold, grabbing his hip and pressing him back down into the mattress. 

You move your finger in small circles to begin stretching him and Spencer whimpers. The sound goes straight between your legs and you rock your hips against the bed slightly, not caring that you’re getting the sheets wet. You press your finger in the rest of the way and curl it upwards, hitting his prostate with practiced precision.

Spencer moans loudly and your name falls from his lips over and over again as he begs nonsensically. 

You slowly thrust your finger in and out, gently hitting his prostate each time, providing just enough stimulation to drive him crazy but not enough to make him cum. “You're so tight, baby,” you mutter. “Doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” 

Spencer pants loudly. “Mo-more, please!” he cries.

“Yeah? You ready for another finger?”

Spencer nods desperately and you oblige, pulling your hand back and slowly easing your ring finger inside him as well. Spencer gasps at the stretch and you squeeze his hip hard to hold him still. Desperate little moans fall from Spencer’s lips as you finger him, slowly spreading your fingers and working him open. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked him like this and you don’t want to hurt him, so you make sure to take your time.

“So good, feels so good!” he babbles. “Love you so much!”

You press a kiss to his inner thigh as you curl your fingers, rubbing small circles against his prostate. “I love you too, sweet boy. So much.” Spencer gasps and writhes on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

You suck a hickey into his thigh as you fuck him on your fingers and when you can see him getting close, you change the angle so you’re no longer hitting his prostate and just focusing on prepping him.

He whines your name, his voice laced with disappointment at the loss of pleasure, but stops when you nip his thigh in disapproval. “Be patient, Spencer,” you scold. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

His eyes widen and he babbles, “I-I’ll be good. I promise. I–” You interrupt him by pressing a third finger inside of him, and he moans, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut.

You laugh teasingly at him. You love how desperate he gets for you, how easily he submits to you and trusts you to make him feel good.

“Oh, God!” Spencer gasps, his voice breaking. “I need you! Please! I need your cock!”

You spread your fingers again and, deeming him fully prepared, pull them out. Spencer whines at the loss and opens his eyes to eagerly watch as you pour more lube on your hand and rub it over your strap. 

“Yeah? You need my cock, baby?”

Spencer nods desperately. You guide the tip of the silicone against his ass and slowly press it inside of him. Spencer groans loudly and you grab tightly onto his hips to keep him from trying to fuck himself back on you. You know from experience that if you’re not vigilant about controlling the pace when you first enter him, he will try to pull you in as quickly as possible. 

Once your cock is nestled deep inside him and your hips pressed flush against his ass, you lean forward and press a kiss to Spencer’s heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Such a good boy, Spencer. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer nods and wraps his legs around your waist, hooking his ankles together behind your back. You press another kiss to his chest before sitting up and slowly starting to rock your hips in small circles that make him groan weakly and his brow knit together with pleasure. He releases his grip on the sheets and reaches a hand down to cover yours on his hip. You smile down at him. “You wanna hold my hand, baby?” He nods desperately, pouting slightly, and you gently take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. 

You pull your hips back until your strap is halfway out of him before thrusting back in. Spencer gasps and his grip on your hand tightens. You adjust your angle with each thrust, searching for his prostate. It’s always been more difficult for you to find when you’re fucking him since you're unable to actually feel where your cock is inside of him. But you know the moment you hit it when a loud moan rips from Spencer’s chest. “There it is,” you say, mostly to yourself, but Spencer nods desperately in response.

You gasp as you thrust your hips again and the base of the strap presses against your clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. Spencer moans loudly and pathetically as you fuck him, each thrust sending your cock deep inside him, pressing against his prostate.

Jolts of pleasure shoot through you as you fuck him and the hand you have laced with Spencer’s isn’t enough to hold support you anymore. You have to move your other hand from his hip to the bed to hold yourself up as your body falls forward slightly with pleasure.

With the hand not holding yours, Spencer reaches up to cup the back of your head and pulls you in to kiss him. The angle is awkward, but you don’t mind, and neither does Spencer if the desperate way he moans into your mouth is any indication.

You press kisses along his jaw and nip at the spot just in front of his ear. He whimpers in response. “Such a good boy, Spencer,” you whisper, your voice breaking with both exertion and pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer lets out breathy little moans into your ear, babbling incomprehensibly. The only words you catch are your name and “so good.” You smile and bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses to his skin as you gasp and moan with each thrust. 

Spencer’s moans increase in volume and frequency and you can tell he’s getting close. You can feel him writhing beneath you and you slip a hand between your bodies to grab his cock, the remaining lube on your hand combined with the puddle of precum on his stomach his cock had been resting in providing more than enough lubrication. 

Spencer’s mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stroke him. His hips buck against yours and into your hand, and his legs tighten around your waist, causing each thrust to press the strap harder against your clit. You moan wantonly into his neck. 

“I-I’m so close,” he gasps weakly. “Can-can I cum? Please? Please, can I cum?”

You lift your head so your mouth hovers over his ear. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” 

Spencer cums with a cry of your name. His whole body shakes violently beneath you as you stroke and fuck him through it, only pulling away when his legs fall from your waist and he starts to squirm in discomfort. 

You press soft kisses to his lips and he whimpers as you pull out of him. You cup his cheek and whisper against his lips, “So proud of you. Did so good, baby.” 

You feel him smile and you pull away for a moment to climb to his side before kissing him again as you undo the harness. It falls from your hips to pool around your knees, and you awkwardly climb out of it without breaking the kiss with Spencer. 

The moment you’ve freed yourself from the harness, Spencer’s hand presses between your legs. You gasp in pleasure and surprise, pulling away from the kiss. “Spence,” you pant, your voice breaking as his fingers rub circles over your clit. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he whispers, freeing his other hand from yours and resting it on the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth as pleasure shoots through your body and you struggle to hold yourself up. But then Spencer is pressing two fingers inside of you and your arms give out. You fall half onto him and he laughs as he kisses you but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers despite the awkward angle.

He curls his fingers and you gasp as he hits that spot inside you, your head falling to his shoulder. “So good, baby," you gasp. "Making me feel so good. Such a good boy.” Even though he’s the one fingering you, Spencer whimpers. Praise continues to fall from your lips as heat travels up your spine and you feel yourself getting close.

Spencer curls his fingers again and you come with a gasp of his name, rocking your hips onto his hand to grind your clit against the heel of his palm. Pleasure washes over you and your legs shake with the force of it. When your orgasm finally subsides, you remove your head from Spencer’s neck to whisper, “Did so good, sweet boy.” 

Spencer removes his hand from between your legs and looks up at you with a fucked out expression, shooting you a dopey smile. You cup his cheek and kiss him softly. 

“I’ll be right back, okay, baby? I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick then get you some water and something to clean you up. Is that alright?”

“Then cuddles?” he asks softly. 

You give him another quick kiss. “Of course, sweet boy. Then cuddles.”

Spencer nods, still smiling at you. You climb off the bed, grabbing the strap-on and harness, and make your way to the bathroom just down the hall, not bothering to get dressed. You set the strap and harness on the counter to clean later, and quickly use the bathroom, clean yourself up, and wash your hands before heading to the kitchen. You fill up two glasses of water and quickly down yours. Once finished, you set the glass in the sink and make your way to the bedroom with Spencer’s water, stopping by the bathroom again to grab and wet a washcloth.

You return to the bedroom less than five minutes after you left but Spencer's face lights up like you’d been gone for days the moment he sees you reenter the room. You press a kiss to his forehead and help him sit up before handing him the glass, making sure he drinks it slowly. You climb into the bed next to him and gently wipe down his stomach, thighs, and between his legs, pressing another kiss to his forehead when he whines in discomfort. Once he’s clean, you toss the washcloth off the bed and settle down next to him. He leans back against your chest and you run your fingers through his hair as he drinks his water.

Once finished, he hands you the cup and you lean over to set it on the nightstand before pulling him closer to you, sliding down the bed until you’re both lying down. Spencer hums contentedly and rests his head on your chest, curling into your side like a koala with one arm and one leg draped over you. You rub your hand up and down his back until he falls asleep in your arms.

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hello hello!! I absolutely adore your work!!:) I was wondering if you could write smut with overstimulation of sub! Spencer!

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genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, handjobs, oral sex (spencer reviving), nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

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Spencer writhes on the bed beneath you. His head is thrown back and his face flushed bright red. There are tears pricking at the corners of his closed eyes. He whimpers and mewls pathetically trying to move both closer to and farther from your hand on his cock. 

You chuckle at him condescendingly and continue to stroke him, using the cum from the orgasm he just had as lubrication. 

Spencer pants heavily, his flushed and cum-splattered chest and stomach heaving with the force of each breath. He tries to whine your name but is interrupted by another moan as you run your thumb over the head of his cock.

“Aww, baby,” you coo teasingly. “Is it too much?” 

Spencer opens his eyes to look at you and moves his head in a strange cross between a shake and nod, seemingly unable to decide. “Feels so good!” he gasps.

“Yeah?”

He squeezes his eyes shut as his face contorts with pleasure and he nods. He babbles incoherently, unable to form a complete sentence, and the thought drives you crazy. This normally so intelligent and articulate man, reduced to this. 

You lean forward and kiss a trail up his stomach to his chest, not slowing your hand once as you latch your mouth around one of his nipples. Spencer lets out a cry as he cums for a second time all over your hand and his stomach, adding to the mess that’s already there. 

Spencer whimpers softly when you remove your hand from his cock but the sound quickly shifts to a moan when you bring your hand up to the nipple not in your mouth. Spencer has always been incredibly sensitive everywhere and you love to use it to drive him crazy. 

You toy with his nipples with your tongue and fingers and revel in the way you can feel Spencer’s chest heave beneath your hands and mouth and feel his hips buck against your still fully clothed body. Part of you is tempted to grind down against him but you push that thought aside. This is about Spencer. This is about him allowing himself to be vulnerable and taken care of. The disparity in your level of dress adds to that, and it’s not like you mind him getting your clothes a bit messy, this is far from the first time he’s done so.

You pull away from his chest and Spencer opens his eyes to look at you, his pupils blown so wide that they almost eclipse the iris. You bring your clean hand up to wipe away the tear slipping down the side of his face and Spencer presses his head into your hand. “Sweet boy,” you mutter fondly. Spencer hums and smiles up at you. “You think you can give me one more, baby?”

Spencer’s eyes widen even further and you can feel him squirming beneath you as he nods.

You lean down to kiss him and whisper, “Good boy” against his lips.

Spencer’s breath hitches as you slide your way down his body until you’re settled between his legs, your face inches away from his cock. You wrap your arms around his thighs and grab onto his hips, pressing him further into the mattress with enough force to leave the small bruises you know he loves.

“W-wait,” Spencer stutters as you start to lower your head. You look up at him to see his hands, which had previously been curled into the sheets hovering in the air between you. “Can-can I touch now?”

You smile at him. “Of course, baby. Did so good asking for permission. Such a good boy,” you coo.

A dopey smile forms on Spencer’s face and he rests one hand on the back of your head and the other on one of your hands, not applying any pressure, simply enjoying the contact.

You drop your head and wrap your lips around him. Spencer gasps and his hips buck unsuccessfully into your hands as his cock starts to harden again in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before slowly sinking down until your nose presses against his hips. You trace the underside of his cock with your tongue and hollow your cheeks. You hum softly around him and Spencer moans loudly. You pull back slightly and start to bob your head. 

Spencer’s cock is fully hard again almost instantly and you continue your ministrations, maintaining your grip on his hips to prevent him from thrusting into your mouth. 

Spencer’s hand curls around the top of yours, gripping it the best he can while it’s upside down. He writhes beneath you, broken moans and cut-off gasps escape his lips with every movement of your tongue and bob of your head. 

He’s already sensitive from his previous orgasms and you can tell that he’s close again already. Your theory is confirmed when Spencer gasps, “‘M close. Fuck. ‘M close.”

You hum around him in acknowledgment, gently scraping your front teeth along his cock, and Spencer cums with a weak shout. His whole body shudders and an almost pathetically small amount of cum shoots into your mouth. You swallow it down around him and keep your mouth on his cock until Spencer gently pushes you away. You release his hips and unhook your arms from around his thighs to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You gaze up at him and smile at the fucked out look on his face.

“You done, baby?” you ask.

Spencer nods weakly and holds out his arms. You chuckle fondly and slide up next to him to pull him into a hug. He curls into your chest with a hum. You reach over to the nightstand to grab some of the wet wipes you keep there and gently wipe Spencer clean. 

He whimpers at the contact with his oversensitive cock and you murmur a soothing, “I know, baby. It’s alright. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

Spencer presses himself further into your side and you hold him softly, pressing gentle kisses to his head and whispering soft praises into his ear.

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could you possibly write a smut where its spencer and autistic!f!reader’s first time? reader has a hard time relaxing and being present in their body, and is really nervous but spence is so gentle and understanding and they take it slow. it’s so mushy and tender it’s almost sick how in love those idiots are!!!!

First Time

Here you go!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one haha

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! kinda fem! kinda gn!reader (reader's gender is not specified but is described as having afab anatomy, including having breasts and wearing bra), nervous reader, first times, crying during sex, fingering (r!receiving), protected p in v sex, no use of y/n, autistic!reader, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), cuddling, they're just so in love

wordcount: 2.2k

Your whole body feels fuzzy. Not in a bad way. It’s just weird. 

“Hey, come back to me,” Spencer mutters, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Hmm?” You blink a couple of times and focus your attention back on him. You’re both sitting on the edge of your bed, Spencer had suggested that the familiar location might help you feel less nervous. You’re both still fully clothed.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want you,” Spencer says softly. He shifts away slightly and lowers his hand like he’s trying to give you the space to tell him what you’re thinking.

“No, I—I want to,” you insist. You lower your gaze to your lap and run your hands over your thighs, picking at the hem of your shorts. “I’m just—“ You pause for a moment trying to find the best way to describe your feelings. “I think I’m nervous. Yes. I’m nervous.” You look back up at him to gauge his reaction.

Spencer smiles sweetly at you and holds out his hand. You take it and squeeze. He squeezes back and you feel more settled in your body, more at ease. “Nervous is okay,” he says. “Nervous is normal. But I don’t want you to make yourself feel bad for my sake.”

You shake your head and smile at him in a way you hope is reassuring. “I’m not. I don’t feel bad. Just fuzzy. Nervous fuzzy.”

Spencer chuckles. “I love you, you know that?”

Your smile grows and you nod. “I love you too.”

Spencer’s eyes dart from your own to your lips. “Can I kiss you again?”

You nod and climb farther onto the bed, pressing your free hand to the back of his neck and pulling him toward you. The kiss is soft and sweet and you’re both smiling into it in a way that makes your teeth knock together every so often. 

Spencer rests the hand not holding yours on your hip and gently, leaving you room not to follow, pulls you into his lap. You can feel how hard he is beneath you and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. The kiss increases in intensity and you remove your hand from his to curl it into his hair.

Spencer gasps weakly into your mouth and brings his other hand to your hip as well. He toys with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips brushing lightly against the skin of your waist and stomach in a way that would otherwise be ticklish but right now just electricity shooting through your body.

He pulls away, panting heavily. “C-can I take your shirt off, honey?”

The fuzziness returns and you pause for a moment before nodding. “Only if yours comes off too.”

Spencer smiles and presses a brief kiss to your lips. “Of course.”

His hands slip under your shirt and he slowly starts to push it up. His hands leave trails of heat that shoot straight between your legs as they glide up across your body. The feeling is so wonderful and overwhelming you have to brace your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His hands glide over your chest and you can’t help but arch into his touch.

He chuckles and passes his thumbs over your nipples a couple of times through your bra until your head bows forward and you’re gasping. 

He finally pulls the shirt over your head and guides it off of your arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss right below your ear. “So sensitive,” he whispers, unclasping your bra and carefully removing it, discarding it along with your shirt. 

You nod, too overwhelmed to respond in any other way. You tug on his shirt in a way that makes Spencer laugh, and he quickly removes it. You take in his bare chest for a moment, running your hands up and down it. He’s beautiful. You’ve seen him shirtless before but this feels completely different. 

“You’re so pretty,” you mutter.

Spencer smiles and softly says. “Thank you, baby. So are you.” He leans in to kiss you again with a soft intensity, gently cupping the back of your head. As you kiss, he slowly guides you down until you’re lying on the bed with your head resting on the pillows and he’s kneeling between your legs, propping himself up on one arm.

He breaks the kiss and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest as you look up at him. And heat pools between your legs when you glance down and notice how hard he is. 

His hands slowly glide down your sides until they reach the hem of your shorts and suddenly the fuzzy feeling is back. Spencer cocks his head slightly and rubs gentle circles into your hips. “You okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, but there must be some expression on your face because Spencer asks, “Nervous?”

You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment. You nod and mutter a quick, “Sorry.”

“Hey, hey, there’s nothing to be sorry about, okay?” Spencer says. “Nothing at all. Being nervous is completely normal. And everything we do is at your pace. I just want you to feel good.”

You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Spencer lifts a hand from your hip to cup your face. “We really don’t have to do this. We can stop here. I won’t be upset.”

You shake your head. “I want to keep going. I–I want to feel you.”

A little groan escapes Spencer’s lips. “Fuck, baby, you can’t just say that. You’re going to drive me crazy.”

You bring your hands up to grip his waist with a laugh. “Isn’t that my job?”

Spencer leans down to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, making you gasp. “And you’re very good at it.”

He slowly kisses lower and lower as you writhe beneath him until he reaches your shorts. He carefully hooks his fingers under the waistband and looks up at you in a way that sends heat pooling between your legs and you realize you desperately want him to touch you. “Can I take these off?” he asks softly.

You nod frantically and lift your hips with an eagerness that makes Spencer chuckle. 

“Just shorts? Or shorts and underwear?”

“B–both, please,” you gasp.

Spencer smiles and moves from between your legs to sit beside you and slowly slides your shorts and underwear off. He tosses them to the side and, gripping your upper thigh with one hand, presses a series of gentle kisses to your stomach and hips that make you squirm and pant. Your hands shoot up to curl into his hair and you can feel your arousal sticking to your thighs. “You’re so beautiful,” he mutters between kisses. “I’m so lucky I get to see you like this. I’m so lucky.”

His kisses move slightly lower and his hand slightly higher and you moan, your hips bucking involuntarily. 

“Sp–Spencer,” you gasp and he pulls away with a smile.

“Yes?”

“Pl–please. Wa-wanna feel you.”

He moves up to press a brief kiss to your lips and pulls a condom from his pocket before pushing his pants and boxers down his legs with one motion and kicking them aside. You can’t help but stare at his cock as he rolls the condom onto it. He’s what you assume is an average size for his height but you can’t help the nervousness that starts to make a reappearance. That’s going to go inside you? 

“Spence–” you start, though you’re unsure of what to say.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says kindly as he climbs back between your legs, sensing your anxiety. “I know it can be intimidating, but don’t worry, I’m not going to just put it inside you, alright?”

You nod, feeling relieved and still a bit nervous, but incredibly turned on.

“Can I touch you, sweetheart? Spencer whispers, his hands mere inches away from where you want him.

You nod again and then a moan rips from your chest as Spencer’s thumb presses against your clit and starts to rub gentle circles into it. Your whole body feels fuzzy again but you’re not nervous anymore, you feel amazing. It’s like the pleasure is frying your brain.

You gasp and moan as Spencer’s thumb works over your clit. His other hand presses a gentle and grounding grip into your thigh that somehow heightens the pleasure you’re feeling. With the hand on your thigh, he guides your legs apart and the movement of his thumb stops. You whine in disappointment at the loss of sensation but then you feel the tip of his finger pressing ever so slightly inside of you. Your eyes slip shut from the pleasure and you moan loudly.

“This okay?” Spencer asks, his arousal apparent in his voice. 

You nod without opening your eyes and Spencer’s finger slips the rest of the way inside of you. It’s a strange but wonderful sensation that has you gasping for air between moans. His finger curls slightly, pressing against different spots inside of you, and then suddenly a wave of pleasure slams into you, making you cry out. 

“There it is,” Spencer mutters to himself, pressing his finger into that spot over and over again. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure you barely notice when he slips a second and then a third finger inside of you. 

But then his fingers are pulling out of you and you whine in disapproval. You open your eyes and stare up at him with a pout.

“Shh, i-it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his voice cracking slightly with pleasure as he gently strokes his cock. “You think you’re ready?”

You nod frantically, desperate to feel him inside of you, and hold out your hand. Spencer smiles at you and laces his fingers into yours before lining himself up and gently pressing inside of you with a moan.

Though you expected it, you still gasp at the sudden and ever so slightly painful stretch, and grip Spencer’s hand tightly. He pauses only halfway inside of you to allow you time to adjust. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the sensation and you wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist and pull him closer until he’s all the way inside you.

Spencer’s head hangs forward as he pants and you admire just how beautiful he looks like this. 

“C-can I move?” he gasps weakly.

You nod and Spencer pulls his hips back slightly before rocking them back forward.

You moan in tandem at the feeling and your eyes slip shut. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced and he isn’t even hitting that spot he’d found with his fingers. With every thrust of his hips, Spencer adjusts the angle until he’s once again hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Each movement of his hips has you gasping and writing and you feel an overwhelming surge of emotions and a desire to be even closer.

You wrap your free arm around Spencer’s back and pull him down until his chest is pressed against yours, with his head buried in your neck, and you’re both holding each other. The pressure of his body against yours is soothing and grounding and helps you feel present in the amazing sensations your body is experiencing that might otherwise be overwhelming. 

Spencer gasps your name and “I love you” between moans and you cling to him as you moan in response, unable to form words. Heat climbs up your spine and you can feel yourself getting close. Tears well in your eyes and start to slip down your face but you can’t bring yourself to care because you just feel so good and so loved. The heat rises to your neck and burns in your stomach and you cum with a cry.

Spencer talks you through it but you’re too overwhelmed with pleasure to understand him. He thrusts a few more times before stilling with a moan of your name as he cums into the condom. His body goes limp against yours for a moment and the only movement is the rise and fall of both of your chests. Spencer slowly pulls out and the strange feeling makes you whine and causes more tears to slip unbidden from your eyes. He removes his hand from yours and you can hear him moving but then he goes still and whispers your name with clear concern.

You open your eyes and look at him to see a scared and almost horrified look on his face.

He reaches up with one hand, setting the tied-off condom aside with the other, and cups your cheek. He wipes away a tear with his thumb. 

“A-are you alright? Di-did I hurt you?” he asks gently. He looks so worried.

You immediately shake your head. “Good tears,” you mutter. “Happy tears.”

“Oh, thank God,” Spencer whispers, letting out a relieved sigh. He lies down beside you and pulls you into his chest, pressing a brief kiss to your head. “You worried me there for a second.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You smile and turn your head to look at him. You cup the back of his head and kiss him softly. “I’m very okay,” you mutter against his lips. 

Spencer kisses you back for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead against yours. 

“That was amazing,” you whisper. “I love you.”

Spencer smiles. “I love you too.”

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Pretty Girl

summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end

wordcount: 1k

a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.

“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”

Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch, surprised. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”

You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.

“Really?” he asks softly.

You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”

He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”

You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.” 

Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”

You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a back hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.

“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.

Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.

Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”

Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.

Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.

You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.

Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately. 

“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.

“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.

“Y-yes,” he whispers.

You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.

Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.

“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”

Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately. 

“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.

Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.

He gasps your name weakly. 

“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval. 

Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”

Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up. 

You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.

You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”

Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.

“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”

Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”

You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”

Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”

Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”

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mgg pics/gifs that makes my knees weak part 2?

Part one

smth about him licking / biting his lips 🥵

i'm thinking orchids or a jasmine flower crown OR sunflower crown 🤭

(please someone draw this)

*sighs*

POV the neighbor was actually hotch (yk bc it's literally canon) ...unknowingly to the both of them until later when reader finally meets the team and hotch is like "i swear she sounds so familiar" and later he finds out spencer lives next door and uh...

Could you maybe write a blurb or fic where Spencer just goes completely feral over how loud reader is in bed 🥵

a/n: im almost certain this is not what you asked for but i got this plot idea and hjhhhhhhhdhf

They say good couples share bad habits. This had become true in the six months you and Spencer had been together. The bad habit in question was being reported to the police for excessive noise by his really bitter neighbors.

Now, what kind of noise could a quiet FBI agent and a simple person, such as yourself, make, you may ask? Well, that would be the obnoxiously loud moans and cries that you used to let out during sex.

"Fuck, fuck!" you would have said more, but the fact that your knees were touching your breasts as Spencer had you in a mating press had scrambled your brain beyond the skill to speak.

He himself could only smile at the fact that your moans had overpowered the sound of moist skin lapping together. He loved when you were so loud, nay, he loved when he fucked you so good you had no choice but to share it with the world.

You could feel his entire shaft bury itself within you, the sensation of his testicles against your ass just serving as confirmation of the fact.

His member was tinted a vague white, the thing with Spencer is that you never understood where he got such stamina from. The speed of his thrusts were proportional to the decibels of your whimpers, the louder you yelled, the more eager he used to get.

Smack! A loud banging noise distracted you a little, causing you to shut up for a second. Spencer, however, did not give in to the sound of the door being pounded, eyes still on your flushed face, cock still hitting the deepest ends of your pussy.

"Can you please shut the fuck up?!" a stranger yelled from outside his apartment door "Come on man, shut your whore up! it's been two hours!"

You brought your hands to your mouth, trying to fight back the noises that you were making out of embarrassment.

"No, no." Spencer lowered his speed to talk "What are you doing? I need to hear you."

"Your neighbors can hear everything!" you barely whispered.

"They should be thankful." he reached for your wrists to open the path for your mouth again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips "I bet he touches himself to your moans." he bucked his hips forward slowly, and a whimper escaped you "Yeah, those delicious little sounds you make. Takes a simple exhale to have me rock hard, couldn't blame him if the way you screamed made him cum in his pants."

His narrative had gotten so filthy, so unlike him, a facade that you only saw whenever he knew he had you at his mercy, the sort of information he could only get by the sounds of pleasure he loved so much. Without your permission, your walks ended up clenching around him, aching for his previous pace to take over again.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he smiled in your direction, his forehead touching yours "I would normally be jealous, but you feel so good I can barely think straight."

"Spencer..." you muttered in a begging tone, a much lower one compared to what he liked.

"What was that?" his hips began to pick up their pace once again "Speak up, baby, he can't hear you."

"Spencer!" your tone began to raise once more as the thrusts became faster.

"That's good." he praised "Let's show him what my little whore can do."

me fr

happy thanksgiving

i'm really thankful for matthew gray gubler hands and spencer reid and his fabulous hands and smut writers and mgg and his hands and lesley and his hands and chip and his hands and paul and his hands and-

outfits i'd k!ll to see spencer reid in

yes the iconic gray sweatpants

i honestly prefer black but it's still a gate way to see his cock-ROACH cockroach

(COCK)ROACHES

his cock...... tails 🧍🏼‍♀️

....ty now byebye 🫠

i- i couldn't pick one picture so uh..this became a photo dump.