Warnings: very mild hurt/comfort, fluff all the way up
Words: 600
Spencer brings you, his partner, as his plus one to friendsgiving at the Smosh Office.
Your nerves flare up as you and Spencer reach the door to the Smosh Office. You've met some of his coworkers before, and most of them know who you are, but this is the first big reveal. You're almost as nervous as you were when you met his parents for the first time.
Spencer, ever so observant, notices your mild distress.
"Hey, they're gonna love you," he says. "It's a super chill atmosphere, you don't need to be uptight."
You smile reassuringly at him and change your grip on the pan of mac-n'-cheese casserole you brought.
"Yeah, I know," you say. "This fucking cheese thing is burning a hole into my hands."
Spencer snorts. "Cheese thing. You're so interesting."
You smile at him again, this time more genuine, and you let Spencer step forward to open the door for you.
You've come to pick him up from work numerous times, but this is the first time you've actually been inside his workplace. It's big, and the second you step in you're subject to the chaos of the place: there's someone hurriedly rushing between rooms, a person with a clipboard and headset looking around with confusion, and you can hear chatter and light shouting from further in.
Spencer murmurs familiar greetings to most of the people you pass ("'Sup, Brennan." "Ollie, hey!" "Good to see you, Bailey.") It's a nice reminder that he does in fact know the people here, and he can guide you through this. It's also nice that no one seems to notice you.
You were worried that you'd be bombarded the second you walked through the door with variations of "oh my gosh, is this your partner, Spencer?" and "who are you? Are you new here?"
You and Spencer reach the room where the party is, a decently large kitchen/break-room with blue patterns painted on the walls. It's pretty.
Multiple tables have been pushed together to form a larger one. At the far end, Noah, Keith, and Jackie are caught up in a passionate conversation. Angela and Courtney are nondiscreetly gossipping by the coffee machine. Kiana and Erin are gushing over a vegetable stew.
Spencer, in typical fashion, beelines over to Kiana, dragging you along with him. You've met Kiana before, it'd be hard to avoid it, honestly, she's pretty much Spencer's best friend, and you really like her. You're thankful that she showed up, you're not complete dependent on Spencer for socialisation.
"Spence! Y/N! Hi, how're you doing?" Kiana exclaims. "Ooo, is that macaroni casserole? That looks good, damn."
"Hell yeah, it's macaroni casserole. Home-cooked with hate," Spencer says.
You've always loved the way that he falls so easily into banter with people. It's one of your favorite things about him.
The dark-haired girl next to Kiana turns to you. "I'm Erin, nice to meet you." She sticks out her hand, waiting for you take it.
"I'm Y/N, Spencer's partner."
"Oh! I've heard so much about you!" Erin squeals.
You chuckle. "Only good things, I hope."
"Oh, of course," she replies. That seems to be the end of that conversation, and she drifts away to talk to someone else.
Kiana and Spencer direct their attention back to you.
"Have you met Amanda yet?" she asks.
Spencer lights up and looks around the room for her.
"Oh, dude! You've gotta meet Amanda, come on!"
He grabs you by the hand and drags you around the room, and you have a feeling that you're going to have a better time than you thought.
A/N: turned into a love letter to kiana halfway through lol anyways ᢉ𐭩ᢉ𐭩ᢉ𐭩 another spencer x reader pissfic coming out in the next few days, send me requests and have fun dealing with your fuckass families over the holidays!
Waitttt how do u feel about writing bigdick!spencer
maybe reader and spencer’s first time actually having sex 👀
Fitting In
Spencer Agnew/GN!Reader
Warnings: size kink, first time, oral (m receiving), playful sex
Words: 900
You and Spencer stumble into bed for the first time together.
"God, fuck," Spencer says as he stumbles into his apartment and clumsily shuts the door, you practically attached to him.
Once he's locked up (and double-checked that it is, in fact, actually locked), he pushes you up to the door, crowding against you, pressing kisses to your face, your collarbone, and all over.
"Spencer," you groan. He hums in response but doesn't move. "Spencer. Should we take this to the bedroom?"
At that, he looks up at you, pupils blown and hair already messed up somehow.
"Oh, hell yeah."
He drags you by the waist into his bedroom, stumbling a not inconsiderate amount on the way there.
You push him back onto the bed, falling easily on top of him. He hits the mattress with 'thwup' and a laugh. He swings his arms up, one of them cradles your back, and the other pushes your head down far enough for him to kiss you again.
It's less urgent than before, you're both taking your time, letting your lips and tongues slide against each other.
Spencer breaks away first.
"I wanna touch you," he says. "Wanna be inside of you. Fuck, please, can I?"
You momentarily lose the ability to breathe, much less form words. You've wanted him, wanted this, for so long. God, you want his dick.
You wet your lips and respond enthusiastically, "Yeah. Yeah, I want that. Jesus, Spence."
He scoots back enough to be able to sit up on his knees without dramatically bonking into you. He starts at taking off his belt and undoing his fly with shaky hands.
He shoves his pants off and down, and your mouth waters. His boxers are still on, but fuck. You can see the outline of his cock clear as day through them, and he's huge. Goddamn, if you were Spencer you'd be bragging to hell about it.
"Spencer..." you trail off, pretty much just ogling his crotch.
He laughs nervously and rubs a hand on the back of his neck.
"It's not like- I just want to make sure you know I don't, like, expect-"
You cut him off, "Spencer, I want your dick in my mouth right now so bad."
Spencer's eyes momentarily widen and he pauses for only a second before he grabs onto you, drawing you into him, letting your legs fall on either side of his as he presses a chaste kiss to the space between your eyebrows.
"Okay," he says. "Okay, we can do that. How do you want it?"
You knew he would be like this in bed--considerate, and nervous, and asking what you want, how you are--and you smile at him.
You consider it for a second before answering, "I want you inside. Like. I want you inside me so bad."
Spencer breathes in heavily, and his eyes flick up and down your face, searching for god knows what. He licks his lips, and your eyes instinctively look down to follow the motion.
You lean in and press two small kisses to either side of his lips. As you pull back, he chases after you and catches you in a deeper kiss, licking into you. He smiles into it.
"Okay, wait," you say as you detach from him, placing a hand on his chest. He looks up at you, a bit concerned. "Can I, like, blow you first?"
He snickers, and you're momentarily a bit put off before he speaks up.
"Can I, like, suck it," he says in a mocking tone.
You smack his shoulder playfully.
"Oh my god, shut the fuck up. I did not say suck it."
He shrugs. "You wanted to though."
"You don't know what I want," you counter.
"Thought you wanted to suck my johnson down like a milkshake," he says, deadpan.
"I literally can't have sex with you after you just said that."
He shrugs again. "But you will."
You sigh. "But I will... So that's a yes to the dick-sucking, right? Cause I want you ten inches down my throat."
Spencer snorts and positions himself further down the bed, giving you access to his crotch which is still--disappointingly--covered.
Thankfully though, you don't have to ask him to take it off. He shimmies it down his legs and discards it off the side of the bed.
The sight of him fully naked is insane; he's gorgeous. His dick is fully hard and leaking a bit, and he's a damn good ten or eleven inches. You're going to be able to feel it in the morning.
He raises his eyebrows in a 'you ready?' gesture, and you nod assuredly.
You maintain eye contact with him as you lower your head down and lick his tip. His legs flex, and he tilts his head back as he groans.
You suck his tip into your mouth, running your tongue over his slit, and smiling when he whimpers.
You bring one of your hands up to cup his ball as you take him down a few inches deeper. You seriously don't know how you're supposed to take all of him.
You're barely halfway down when your eyes start watering, and you start gagging.
Spencer, ever the compassionate one, pulls back until your mouth is empty and spit and precome are pooling in your lip.
"Take it easy," he says, voice lowered and heavy with arousal.
You nod and get back in there. Spencer's hand finds its way into your hair and grabs onto the roots, not really pulling.
You lick a slow, hot line across the side of his cock, and he keens. This is going to be an eventful night.
A/N: cut it short lol, arasha/reader out sat or sun <3, thank you so much for the ask!
Things are cute and close between you and Spencer, until they get closer.
"Yo, Y/N! Let me take a wack at it," Spencer calls as he walks in the room.
You've been fidgeting with the updated software in Final Cut, trying to adjust your edits. It's proving to be more difficult than usual.
You smile as Spencer walks into the room. This is familiar; this is what you like. There was a small voice in the back of your head that was worried that things might have changed since last time--since his dick was fully down your throat--, but you've had a few days since then, and Spencer's sent you the regular memes and 'GOOD MORNING !' texts.
"There's an update," you inform him as he makes his way over to you.
Instead of hovering over your shoulders, he pushes you a little and sits on the chair with you. It's not a big chair, so one of your legs is completely off, and the other is being practically straddled by Spencer.
You raise an eyebrow, but he's not looking at you, eyes glued to the computer screen.
He's so pretty. His eyelashes are long behind his glasses, his hair is wavy and a little mussed up. You don't think you've ever seen someone quite so cute.
"Okay," Spencer says, snapping you out of your daze. "So, with what you're trying to do here, you need to outline with lasso first, then use the control keys to move it to the bottom layers, then add a transition. I have no idea why they changed it to this, this makes zero sense."
"Okay, um," you pause, "Thanks?"
Spencer laughs, leaning in towards you a little. He puts a hand on top of your thigh.
"Your welcome, Y/N. Happy to be of service."
He fumbles off the chair and makes an exaggerated bow before leaving. You roll eyes a beat too late. This could be a problem.
-*-
"First one come from 'Am I The Asshole'," Shayne states. "Am I the asshole for not being thrilled about my girlfriend's birthday gift to me, in parentheses: lingerie?"
Amanda turns to him, mouth agape in exaggerated astonishment and says, "This is so you. This is so you, man."
Shayne and few of the other crew members in the room laugh.
"I don't know how much I want to dox myself," Spencer says. "Like, read the story then I'll talk about my-"
At this point you're laughing as well, biting your lip to not cause too much of an audio disturbance.
Spencer makes eye contact with you for a second and grins before returning back to Shayne reading.
You love Spencer like this, all in his element. He's making quipy one-liners that hit every time, and it's adorable to see him have so much fun with people he genuinely likes.
After they move on to the next story you meet eyes with Kiana, who picked out all of these stories, and she waggles her eyebrows and smirks. Ah, this is her plotting, of course.
You mouth to her, "What?!", but she just winks before returning her focus to the cast.
-*-
"Okay," Ian says. Everyone in the room is mostly focused on him, wanting to get this meeting over with so they can go home. "Um, I think that if we can. . ."
Spencer, who's leaning against the wall beside you, nudges your side, and Ian's voice melts out of your conscious in favor of focusing on Spencer.
When you look up to his face, he's smiling at you expectantly, and you glance down a bit to see him holding his phone. It's some Twitter meme that says, 'bro you've got to stop stretching your arms over your head and exposing your midriff im going to lose it.'
"Literally me," Spencer mouths at you, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop from audibly laughing.
He turns his phone off and slips it back in his pocket, looking satisfied that he successfully amused you.
Ian claps his hands together in a gesture of finality. "Alright, guys. That is it. See you tomorrow."
Everyone murmurs goodbyes, ruffles their paperwork, and starts to make their way towards to door, you and Spencer included.
"Not working late tonight?" you tease.
A slight blush dusts his cheeks and he looks down at his shoes.
"Guess not," he shrugs, "I was actually going to ask if you, like, wanted to grab a quick dinner? Totally cool if not though, I totally get that."
You smile at his nervousness, so different from a few nights ago, and sling one of your arms around his shoulders.
"I'd love to," you say.
-*-
You end up at his apartment. It's not the first time you've been there; and he's been to your place as well.
You take in the familiar kitchen and living room, blankets and Homegood throw pillows strewn haphazardly across the couch, where you sit.
"Okay," Spencer says, not yet sitting down as well. "I'm gonna order the pizza. Cheese and pepperoni okay?"
You "mhm" an affirmation and lunge for the remote as Spencer fiddles with his phone behind the kitchen counter. You mindlessly scroll the list of shows. Stranger Things, Psych, Gilmore Girls, etc. You eventually decide on something light-hearted that can easily be more of a background noise if Spencer favors conversation.
"Okay!" You hear his voice as he walks over to the couch, sitting a mildly appropriate distance away from you. "Pizza? Ordered."
You smile over at him and snuggle in, scorching closer, grabbing his arm, and placing it around your shoulders. You fit into each other so well.
"Good to hear," you joke.
He rolls his eyes and settles in, feet brushing against yours. He's looking at the screen, engrossed in muted colors and the voice of Allyn Rachel. It's strange that you can just kind of have him. That he's here sitting beside you, and he gets nervous asking to dinner, and shows you stupid memes during meetings, and likes to tell you what to do.
Something funny happens on the show. and Spencer laughs, all unabashed and carefree. His shoulders shake when he laughs, and it jostling you slightly. You take a second to look up at him, not yet drawing attention to anything. You eyes trail from his eyes down to his lips, lightly dusted pink.
You don't even notice when he turns his head and focuses his attention down at you. until he laughs a little, not like he would at something funny, but quiet and breathy.
"You're staring," he whispers.
"You're staring too," you whisper back.
You bite the bullet then and surge forward until your lips meet his. You realise belatedly that this is your first kiss. Somehow, you got through that night a few days ago without ever going absolutely insane and just smashing your face against his.
You pull back, searching Spencer's face for apprehension or hesitantance. Instead of any of that, he has that same dark look in his eyes that he had the first time, and he rushes forward to kiss you again hard.
His teeth graze your bottom lip before biting down, and his force on top of you is so strong that stumble back, putting Spencer omelette above you with your back on the couch. You're not all too displeased with this development.
"God, Y/N," Spencer says when he eventually breaks away, sounding more than a little out of breath. "God, you don't know how much I've been thinking about this since last time."
You suck a breath in, toying with his hair a little.
"Yeah?" you ask. You punctuate that with a small roll upwards of your hips. It's hardly any stimulation, especially considering the angle, but Spencer groans anyways.
"Fuck, yeah," he readjusts himself so that he's completely straddling you, "Want this so bad. You don't know how much I think about you, Y/N."
"What do you," you start, thinking about your words carefully, not wanting to mess this up. "What do you think about?"
"I think about putting you in your place again," Spencer admits. "About shoving you down and making you take it, and, and--fuck--about tying you up and making you feel so good that-"
"Jesus Christ," you breathe out. "Maybe we can, uh, do some of that. Do you have any. . .?"
Spencer snorts. "Any what, fucking rope?"
You slap him on the head lightly.
"Okay, okay," he acquiesces. "I think I have, like, some ribbon in my closet."
softdom owner spencer x girly ditzy puppy reader <3 let him spoil his girl and also make her so good she goes puppy brain and all she can do is roll over and take it :3
You sigh loudly as the door of you and Spencer's shared apartment clicks closed behind you. Saying that it's been a long day would be an understatement. At least Spencer's home. At least he can take care of you; he always knows how.
You tug off your shoes and coat haphazardly and make your way into the living room where you know Spencer will be silently sitting watching TV or playing some video game or working on an editing project.
Sure enough, there he is sprawled out on the couch. He's completely engrossed in whatever he's doing on his laptop, and his hair is tousled just so. Even now, after all the time you've spent together, you still get a rush of affection at just seeing him. Just his presence is enough to bring you comfort.
When he notices you come in, he looks up, smiling. "Hey, Y/N. How was work?"
You grunt a non-answer as you curl up in the couch beside him, nuzzling up into the curve of his arm. He puts one of his hands on top of your head, stroking through your hair.
"Hard day, baby?" Spencer asks, voice taking on a tone that most people would use to talk their dogs. After all, you are his puppy.
You whine a little and just curl even more into him, wanting to disappear into the lines of his body, to get under his sweater and skin and then still closer than that.
"Need me to take care of you?" he asks. You love how considerate he always is, how he always asks, always wants you to be happy and safe.
You nod into his arm, and he brings your head up so he can get a good look at you. He can see in your eyes the devotion, and loyalty, and love you have for him; and you can see in his gaze how much he cares for you. He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, almost-too-chaste kiss.
When he pulls back you chase after him, wanting more, wanting him to give it to you. He lets out an amused breath of a laugh before he leans back in.
His lips are soft and they fit perfectly against yours; they slide together like they were created to do that, like that's the only thing they would ever do. Spencer always tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth just a little bit, and every time you just melt into him.
He's so all-encompassing, so enveloping, such a damn good distraction that you don't even remember what you were upset about, you forget about how tired you are.
Eventually, Spencer pulls back again, and you whine at the loss of contact. You just want more; more kisses, more contact, more of him.
"I know, pup," Spencer says. "Can we take this to the bedroom? Is that alright?"
Oh, okay. That's certainly alright.
When you try to answer you realise that your capacity for words has significantly lessened, so you just nod fervently and follow Spencer as he gets off of the sofa and makes his way into your shared bedroom.
He hasn't gotten on the bed yet, so you don't either, waiting for him to tell you what to do. Too far gone to make these kinds of choices by yourself. Spencer notices, he always does, and he motions for you to sit down.
The bed sinks under your weight as you look up to Spencer for approval, for instruction, for anything, really. He beams down at you, all of the adoration in the world present in his face, directed at you. The butterflies in your stomach do little flip-flops.
He brings his hand up to your head and ruffles your hair a bit. You instinctively lean into the touch, always running after his contact. He gives you one better, though, by tilting your chin up and pressing small kisses to the sides of your mouth before deepening the contact.
And that's only enough for a while before you start to get needy, grabbing at the back of Spencer's neck for anything, goddammit. You whine unabashedly into his mouth, hoping that he'll give you a little more, go a little under the waistband, make you feel good.
Spencer breaks off the kiss to ask, "Need something in your mouth, Y/N?"
You breathe out heavily, fog clouding your brain. It takes you a good second to fully process what he's asking before you nod.
"I need words, pup," Spencer says. His voice is so firm; it takes control of you so easily, makes you slip further into your headspace. "Or are words too hard? We don't have to do this."
You shake your head. "Not too hard. Want something in my mouth, want you," you whine.
He grins down at you and makes quick work of undoing his belt and shedding his pants and boxers.
Your mouth starts watering at the sight of him, long and hard, and perfect for making any stupid, useless thoughts fly out of your head. You grab at his hips, eager to pull him closer and take him, but he tugs at your hair lightly, just enough to push you back.
You whine again, frustrated at being made to wait. Nobody told you you were going to have to be patient.
"It's okay, baby," Spencer reassures, rubbing the side of your face gently. "You're getting it. See? There we go."
He guides your mouth slowly onto him, and your eyes flutter shut immediately. The weight of him in your mouth is so good, exactly what you needed; you love it. Spencer exhales loudly, a little shaken before pushing more and more of himself into your mouth little by little.
All you do is sit there and take it.
A/N: this was actually kind of hard to write lol was gonna do more of this but the writers block is blocking
thanksgiving spencer fic coming out on thursday or friday <3
Warnings: established relationship, phone sex, bottom spencer vibes, dialogue heavy
Words: 700
Spencer calls, and you give him what he needs.
You glance to the side of your computer to see your phone vibrating and the name 'SPENNSER ❤️❤️' displayed on the front. You pause the video you were watching in favor of answering.
"Hey, baby," you say. "What's up."
It's silent for a beat save for a small sniffle and some shuffling that you hear from the other end. You're about to speak up again, ask if something's wrong, but Spencer beats you to it.
"Hi, um," he pauses, "So, like, where are you right now?"
You raise an eyebrow that you're sure he can catch the vibe of through the phone. You've dating long enough that you can tell pretty much immediately what's he asking for.
"Yeah?" you say, somewhere between teasing and genuinely questioning.
Spencer sucks a breath in, crackly and loud over the phone speakers. "Yeah. I mean, like, if that's okay with you. I would never want to-"
You cut him off, "Spencer," he stops talking and you continue, "Are you in bed right now."
"Yeah. Yeah, fuck, I am."
"Good," you say, taking charge of the situation as usual. "I am too. I was watching the latest Pit video."
He breathes out a laugh. "The one with Court and Shayne?"
You laugh with him.
"That's the one. Now, what are you wearing," you ask, trying to draw the conversation back on the desired track. Leave it to Spencer Agnew to get distracted from having phone sex.
"Uh," he responds. You can tell that he's looking down at himself, trying to find the words to describe it. "My Dark Souls shirt and white boxers."
You can picture it clearly in your mind; the familiarity constantly ringing between you and him, always reminding you of how disgustingly domestic your life has become.
"Mmm," you hum. "I can picture it. Can you, um, lay down on your back, put the phone on speakerphone, and lay it down on the pillow for me?"
"Yeah, okay, give me a sec."
You hear the sound of rustling bedsheets, light tapping on the phone, and then his breathing gets father away, which is disappointing, but you're willing to make sacrifices. Distantly, you can vaguely hear what's probably the sound of him reaching over his bed to his nightstand to set his glasses down. You wait for him to give you the OK to keep going.
"Alright. I'm there," Spencer informs. "Can you hear me alright?"
"I can hear you just fine," you confirm. "Good job. Good boy."
He lets a heavy breath out that you know would be a whine if there were any vocals behind it.
"Are you touching yourself?" you ask. You know he wouldn't start without permission, but it's a fun tease.
"No," he murmurs.
"Good. Waiting for me to tell you to just like you always do."
He mewls, already a bit keyed up from practically nothing.
"Come on, Y/N," he begs.
You give in easily, like you always do.
"Okay, baby. You can start touching yourself. Just like how I would if I were there."
You hear light moving and the sound of his breathing picking up.
"God, I wish you were here right now, Y/N," he gasps.
"Mmm," you agree. "I wish I were there, too. Do you know what I'd be doing if I was there with you? I would be on top of you, holding your hips down with hands as I kiss you. I'd put one of my thighs between your legs and let you rut on that. Would that be enough to get you to come? I think so."
Spencer groans loudly, and you can tell that the pace of his hand's speeding up.
"Fuck."
For the first time, you reach downwards too.
"Come on, baby, be a good boy and answer me," you order, knowing that Spencer likes it like this best; teased and pushed around.
He whines again, high-pitched and needy.
"Yes. No? I don't even know. What was the question?"
You chuckle, and he joins soon after you, both of you lost in how stupid and in love you and him are. It's not too long after that that both of you are finishing in unison and falling asleep on the phone with each other.
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A/N: i will admit that i not the proudest of this one lol working thru a few ither requests <3 expect an arasha/reader soon!
