#switch energy

i’m really in the mood to have a man twice my size completely at my mercy.

I've been made love to before, and I've been ravished. But never in a million years, has anyone managed to ruin me.

Like him calling you pet names but both of you giggling about it afterwards😌 Plus I’m a whore for season 7 hair🥵🥵🥵

yeah i’m actually 😁 quite passionate about this topic ☝️😳 this is the era where spencer’s e just happy and content with life, and it’s reflected in every part of the relationship! there’s no (actively happening) trauma and things just get to be fun and easy, including in bed. and this era is major switch energy, plus he gains confidence and sass so....

he gives you a wide range of names he likes to call you, some of them are not so sweet, yet those are the best ones. for example, you’ll occasionally wear a skirt to the office, ones you’ve altered the hem to be just an inch or two shorter than perhaps appropriate, and strut around all day in that and a too-tight blouse. spencer waits until you’re alone in the break room to come up to you so he can grab your ass roughly when he says, “you look like a little slut today. is my baby desperate for some more attention?” into your ear.

“no, but i can always use some,” you run a hand through the top of his hair, making sure to pull harder on the ends before you let go. without words he walks away, very clearly not in the direction of the bullpen but to an empty filing room, knowing you’d follow him there. and obviously you do, not even two feet behind him. he leans against the ledge of the desk while you stand between his legs, letting him paw all over you, sticking his hands into your blouse after undoing just a few buttons because he was too impatient to take it off properly. he doesn’t even hike your skirt up, it’s so small he can put his hands up and just pull your underwear to the side and get to work.

once he gets you to finish, he goes to undo his belt but you simply step away, straightening out the skirt and doing your blouse buttons while spencer is so dumbfounded. “what are you doing?” he’s all pouty, looking between you and the bulge in his pants.