𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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⚠︎︎TRIGGER WARNING: Emetophobia.⚠︎︎
SMUT WARNING: sub and dominance, hand job, praise kink.
(Kinda sweet smut, not rough and dirty. Last smutty chapter for a while)
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☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ꧁𝒀/𝒏𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽꧂𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿 𝟿:𝟹𝟶𝚊𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲, 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚊

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꧁𝒀/𝒏𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽꧂
𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿
𝟿:𝟹𝟶𝚊𝚖
𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲, 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚊

"W... How did I get here?" I mumbled sitting up in bed, suddenly feeling the wave of nausea, and the pounding headache of a hangover.

"Morning" Spencer murmured, in his very sexy raspy morning voice.

"Did... Did we--? How did I get here?" I asked squinting, and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"You asked me to pick you up last night" Spencer explained.
"You were really drunk... and emotional"

I buried my head in my hands and sighed audibly.
"Ugh I hate myself"

"Don't worry about it" Spencer chuckled.

"I hate being an emotional drunk" I whined.
"And I'm going to be sick" I whispered, running into the bathroom and throwing up violently into the toilet.  Spencer, as he always did, scooped my hair up and rubbed my back.
"This-" I began before throwing up again.
"Happens-" I choked out.
"Way too much"

"What you being hungover, or throwing up in front of me?" Spencer questioned.

"Both" I chuckled before throwing up once more.

"It's ok" Spencer chuckled kissing the top of my head.

"You'd think I'd be used to this" I mumbled
"I don't remember a thing that happened last night"

"You seemed pretty disorientated when I got there, I think you experienced a moment of derealization, it's when you feel detached from reality" Spencer informed me.

"I know what it is" I sighed.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked rhetorically.

"It's could be a one off feeling, or it's just another addition to your depression"

"I thought I was getting better"

"You probably are, but alcohol changes our perception of things" Spencer pointed out.
"You think you're getting better?"

"mhm I feel somewhat happier, less suicidal, so yeah... Why do you not think so?"

"No I do but it's nice to hear it from you" Spencer smiled I returned it, smiling softly up at him. The cute moment was short lived and interrupted by me throwing up in the toilet once more.
"How much did you drink?"

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