Okay so @sarahkriswugirl requested a mildly angsty/ mildly smutty one shot
Summary: (from spencer’s point of view) Spencer sends you a letter after you break up with him explaining what his type is.
Word count: 435
Warnings: Smut is vaguely mentioned, heartbreak, unrequited love
My type is unexpected.
Women who pop into my life out of nowhere. Women who are no good for me.
Women who are broken and damaged and yet are strong and resilient. Women who have been beaten down by god himself and yet stand tall and are trusting, nurturing and kind.
My type is women with a passion, a fire that burns deep within them, so bright and enduring it radiates of their bodies.
My type is women who don’t seem to love me as much as I love them.
My type is women who are quick to turn things on me,blame me,hate me one second and then throw themselves at me the next.
My type is women who let me in for a quick fuck and shut me out when I ask how their day went.
My type is women who tear the buttons of my shirt when they’re so in need they can barely contain themselves.
My type is women whose skin is set ablaze by my hands roaming their bodies freely, but turns ice cold when I try to hold their hand.
My type is women whose hands I pin above their head as they push my face down to their core.
My type is women whose hands pull at my hair while I’m in between their legs, knuckles turning white. Women whose broken moans fill the room, loud enough for her neighbors to hear.
My type is women who let out a choked whine when I slip inside them without warning. Women whose hair feels like silk in my hands as I take them from behind. Women who stutter while they beg me to go faster, harder, deeper.
My type is women who moan someone else’s name when I make them shudder in ecstasy, make their eyes roll to the back of their head.
My type is women who leave scratch marks down my back and litter my body with hickeys.
My type is women who scream at me to “ get the fuck out” when I tell them I love them for the first time.
My type is women with tragic back stories that I have yet to unlock.
My type is women who love to play in the rain and sleep with their socks on. Women who push me away when they’re awake but hug me closer while they sleep. Women who love it when I play with their hair.
My type is women whose previous personal heartbreak caused mine.
Beautiful tragedies like you.
A/n: okay so this is hella short I just really hope y'all enjoy like and reblog if you want lmao.