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#if anything i think the fact that evan reaches this absolute rock bottom in the course of the show
01tsubomi · 3 years
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after watching the movie trailer i can’t stop thinking abt how deh works so well in retrospect Because even its happy moments have this feeling of dread dangling over them. only us is like a terrifying song listening back because it’s a love song between a girl who’s dating this guy to patch her complex feelings towards a brother who she doesn’t want to let herself grieve because he hurt her so many times and a guy who’s willing to lie and say her brother really did love her to make her happy and let him into her life. art about how life is worth living and there’s still good in the world despite it all is important and worthwhile but that’s not what deh fundamentally is so seeing evan and zoe kiss at a carnival in the trailer as if that’s the point of the show feels so weird 
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chrissquares · 4 years
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Two Weeks
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1,951
A/N: Thank you @cas25214​ for sending the third request for my 500 celebration, I have 2 more to write and I hope you guys enjoy this one 😘 Thank you everyone again for following and liking my works, I recently check again, and I am already almost at 600, you guys are honestly so amazing💕 As always, comments and reblogs are very very welcomed ;) Also, if anyone knows what’s short for Richard, I think you will get a chuckle out of this🤭 [pic not mine]
Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut (unprotected sex, masturbation with toy, female oral receiving, vaginal sex, bedroom sex), Explicit sexual content and language [IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR IN ANY WAY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ] [Wrap your willy don’t be silly]
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Chris has been away for work for almost two weeks now, not that this is a long time, you just hate it when you don’t get to hear his voice, touch him, kiss him, cuddle him, and ride him whenever you want. And yeah, you are clingy that way.
So, when he is away, facetime is the only solution to your loneliness. You would ask him about his day, he would wait until you fall asleep before hanging up, and sometimes, you two would have dinner together through the internet. And they were all nice and sweet facetime dates and you are not complaining at all.
However, today, the facetime ended a little weird, and not on a good note.
You have been keeping him company while he reads his scripts, and you were just sitting on your bed quietly reading your book and occasionally glancing up to admire your handsome boyfriend being all serious and focused.
After maybe an hour and half of just being ‘by his side,’ you suggested him to take a 10 – 15 minutes break. “Hey babe, you wanna take a little break and hang out with me for a little bit?” You asked him with hopeful eyes, wanting him to say yes so badly.
“Hmmmm? What are you proposing we do?” He asked, eyes never left his script, still focusing on the papers in his hands. This was not the ideal answer that you want from him, but you gotta shoot your shot. You have been very patient with him the past week and a half, and today, you were looking for some kind of release.
“Well…. I was thinking maybe I can give you a little private show here, and you can make yourself feel good, and maybe you can do the same for me?” You said, dropping some very obvious hints.
He looked up from his papers, and at you through his laptop screen, blinked a couple times before saying, “maybe not today hun… I still got some work to do.”
You didn’t really expect he would say no, because normally, his pants would be down just seconds after you suggest something like that, and right at the moment, you were embarrassed about getting rejected by your own boyfriend.
You stared at him blankly for a couple seconds before avoiding eye contact. “…. I am gonna go to bed then… good night.” You said it quickly and then hung up before he could say anything back.
For the next few days, you didn’t text him, you didn’t call him, and you didn’t pick up his calls. At first, you would tell yourself that you are not mad at him but the more you think about it, the angrier you got. Like, really? He couldn’t even spare you 15 minutes during these two-whole weeks?
And today is the day he finally comes home, and you are just at home at the living room, cuddling up with Dodger while watching TV. When the door opens, Chris expected to see both his girl and Dodge to greet him. However, only the 4-legged fluff is wagging his tail at the door.
To be fair, Chris does know something’s up when you haven’t been talking to him and sending him cute pictures of you and Dodger, and he thinks he knows why.
He crouches down to pet his fluffy boy and whispers into his floppy ears. “How mad is she, bub? Should I be worried?” He asks, knowing that he was, indeed, a little unfair and mean for rejecting you.
Dodger looks at his dad, tilting his head as he leans in for his dad’s scratches, not understanding a word he said.
After petting Dodger, Chris walks into the house and finds you lying on the couch all bundled up and watch TV. “Hey honey… I am back…” He says, testing the water.
No response, and all he can hear is the sound from the TV.
He leans over from the back of the couch to approach and hover over your face and kiss your cheek. “I miss you babe…”
“But apparently not enough to spare me 15 minutes of your time, Mr. Evans…” You answer him in monotone, stating the fact.
“I’m sorry baby… Is there something I could do to make it up to you?“ He apologizes and suggests as he leans closer to your face, but you still won’t look at him, eyes fixated on the big screen. “Baby...Please don’t be mad at me, I missed you so much, I haven’t kissed you or touched you for two whole weeks…” He adds, whining a little bit.
“Yeah…. Tell me about it…” You say sarcastically as you turn your head and look him in the eyes and then get up from the couch, dropping your blanket and exposing your bare legs and heading to your bedroom.
Chris follows you as he lets out a small sigh, thinking that you won’t forgive him that easily, which he is right about.
You sit on the edge of your shared bed, starting your nighttime routine by putting on some lotion on your bare legs, ignoring Chris a little more.
Chris crouches down in front of you. “Com’on baby…” He grabs onto your calf and gives your shin a soft kiss, “are you really not gonna let me make it up to you, princess? Don’t you miss me too?” He adds as he places another kiss higher up from the last one and looking up at you through his lashes.
“I did… but then I got rejected, so now I have Richard…” The way you said it was very casual and nonchalant.
And the moment Chris hears some other guy’s name came out of your mouth, his eyes widen and looks at you in disbelief.
“Who the fuck is Richard?” He blurts out almost immediately, absolutely shocked at the thought of you replacing him with some greasy dude named Richard over this stupid ‘fight’.
Just as he is asking the question, you reach your hand over to your nightstand and open the first drawer, bringing out your pale blue “Richard” in front of Chris. And it is fun to watch the first few seconds when he was trying to put the pieces together.
Before he can say anything, you lift one of your legs up onto the bed, leaving the other one hanging on the edge, spreading your legs open and wide. Then, with your hand holding Richard, you push the on button with your thumb and slowly bringing it to your thong covered pussy as you hitch your shirt up onto your stomach.
The buzzing from Richard is filling up the room as Chris is speechless, watching you bringing the vibrator closer and closer to your core, landing on your black lace-covered mound.
Soft moans start to come out of your parted lips while you are enjoying the slight vibration of your new toy. “Richard has been so good to me, unlike someone else here in the room.” You say as your toy makes you bite on your bottom lip and squirm.
Chris’s eyes move back and forth from your pretty face to your heat source, his sparkly blue eyes turn a couple shades darker as lust and desire wash over him.
The moment you close your eyes to enjoy the pleasure that your toy is giving you, Chris leans in to lick a broad stripe on your thong-covered core and goes on to grab a hold on your new toy, pressing it harder against your throbbing clit, making your eyes shot open.
He uses his teeth to move your thong out of the way and continues to use his magical tongue and lips to suckle on your dripping folds. You moan and groan at the addictive sensations, “fuuuuuck…” you mewl, sounding sexy as hell while you reach your other hand down to thread your fingers through his hair and tightening your grip.
“You had to push my buttons, baby… look at you now, a moaning mess for me…” He whispers against your folds, keeping the vibrator right at your clit. Your moans are slowly intensifying, turning into screams as the vibration is just too much for you to bear along with his skillful tongue.
The coil in your stomach tightens too fast too quickly, you arch your back, thrusting and rocking your hips further into his mouth as you cum. Your chest heaves when you try to catch your breath and look down to find Chris smirking and mouth glistening with your arousal.
He stands up and hovers over you, looking at your flushed face. “So… you were saying this Richard has been good to you, huh, baby? Can it do this?” He asks, throwing the toy aside on bed, pulling on your thighs to get you closer to him. He then unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants to free his hard cock. He plunges into you right away, jerking his hips into you, leaving you no time to respond whatsoever, and your breath hitched at the feel of his shaft penetrating you so suddenly and rapidly.
As much as you wanted to be mad him for rejecting you, you missed him, you missed his touch, you missed his warmth. One of his hands holds onto your waist, digging his fingers into your flesh while he uses his thumb on the other hand to draw the figure 8 on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He pounds into you with a steady pace, you can feel him brushing over your spongy spot over and over again as you moan loudly and seductively. He captures your lips, swallowing your sensual moans as his tongue finds yours, tasting every inch of your mouth.
“Fuck, I missed you so much, baby…” He mumbles as he is finally feeling the familiar warmth of your tight pussy and tasting your strawberry lips for the first time in two weeks. “You still think this stupid toy is better than me now?” He asks, pulling away from the long overdue kiss.
“I’d say no if you hadn’t shot me down over facetime… but….” You answer him, a little breathless from him fucking you into the mattress.
“You had to be bratty, don’t you?” He smiles as he ruts into you harder than before, making the bed and you bounce until you are close to your second orgasm.
He muffles your loud moans with his lips on yours, thrusting in and out of you smoothly with his thumb still hard at work, putting pressure on your aching nub. He starts to pant as his thrusts are getting sloppier, he groans at the feel of your channel pulsing, squeezing him ever so slightly to suck him into his release.
He uses the last of his strength at the moment to bring you over the edge, making you arch your back with your hands grabbing onto the sheets and head falls back. You squeeze him tightly, pulsating around his hard cock, making him twitch inside you and milking him into his orgasm as he paints your wall with his load.
Both of you pant for oxygen as you come down from your highs. He presses his forehead onto yours, looking at your blissed-out and hooded eyes. “I’m sorry again, baby… will you stop being mad at me now? I just want to cuddle and give you kisses…” He whispers softly just inches away from you, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Fine… but you have to promise to not be mean to me again…” You say, almost pouting.
“I promise, I won’t…”He says smiling, leaning down to crash his lips onto your strawberry ones once again.
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abzzz3 · 6 years
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Let Me Prove You Wrong (Part 10)
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Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: You go on an expedition to find evidence of Midgard connecting to Yggdrasil, the Ash Tree connecting all nine realms, not really believing it could be totally real.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of horrific nighmares
Word Count: 1,560
Your eyes flashed open and a gasp escaped your lips, free of what horrors had just played through your mind. Your eyes adjusted to the room around you as your chest heaved, as though you had been holding your breath before waking up. Your room was as it had been when you fell asleep, a total mess with just your armchair cleared in case Loki decided to stop by and wanted to sit down. You had been dating for a few weeks now, but hardly anyone knew, and he still tried not to sit on your bed or stay the night, out of decency for you.
Because of this, he wasn’t here right now to calm and sooth you, and as much as part of you wished he was here, the other part of you was grateful he wasn’t. You had been having these nightmares for a couple of weeks now and you didn’t want him to worry about you, much less see you in this state. The first night this started happening you were so horrified by the images and the fact that your brain could imagine them that you had thrown up the fish you had cooked that night. Then each night followed as the one before, with nightmares of varying disgust and horror waking you, a cold then hot shower and back to bed for whatever time you had left before your alarm rang.
Tonight was no different, except that this time by the time you were out of the shower it was only an hour until your alarm went off, so you decided to head to the office early. Arriving before anyone else was very uncommon for you, but you worked with a group of people who would generally keep their noses out of other people’s business. Especially yours, as you all knew that you were the least experienced and knowledgeable one in the room, but you got the impression they liked your company so it wasn’t all bad. You unlocked the door and turned on the lights, lighting the entire room instantly as though it was midday, before heading to the coffee machine on the kitchenette bench and turning it on. The coffee ground loudly and the milk frothed, mixing together to make the first of many coffees for the day.
“Morning (Y/N)!”
You jumped, almost spilling part of your coffee on the floor, and turned around to see Dr Evans walking in.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”
“That’s alright, I was in my own little world anyway. Are we still set for midday?” You asked
She nodded, proceeding to make her first coffee for the day “Yes, the team is all packed to go, now we just need to make sure we’re not missing any information to take with us” She confirmed
The book you had all been studying for the past few weeks had given information about a location in the center of Russia that was believed to be where Midgard connected to Yggdrasil, the Ash Tree that connected all the nine realms. Of course none of you really believed that particular part of the lore, though Thor and Loki would probably swear that it existed.
The rest of your morning was spent checking and re-checking everything and packing a bag of clothes to wear because no one was sure how long they would be there for, at most a couple days you were all expecting. You still hadn’t told Loki exactly what you were doing in Russia for the next couple of days, and as if on cue he turned the corner and headed towards the Quin-jet to see you off.
“Hello darling” He greeted, quiet enough so no one else heard “Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you?”
“I haven’t even told you if it’s Norse, it could be Greek” You replied, and that all-knowing smirk appeared on his face
“You have been studying that book none stop since you got back. It’s not going to be Greek”
He did have a point; most of the stuff we worked on was Norse as that was most obviously the immediate requirement.
“I know what’s in Russia, (Y/N)” Loki whispered, brushing his fingers against yours, respecting your wishes to keep the PDA out of public eye
“Please be careful, there are things in that cave that you don’t want to open”
You could hear the concern in his voice and right then, you totally believed that if you went deep enough you could walk out onto the branches of Yggdrasil and make your way to any of the other realms. But, even that was too farfetched right now for you to take it completely seriously and a lot of lore (specifically folklore) has been embellished over time and completely flipped on it’s head to the point where what you actually discover is probably just an unearthed gold deposit underground, or an un-natural coloured water that is totally natural for the chemicals in the area.
“That’s why we have the handbooks and all the information we can find about it. I’ll be fine, I promise” You consoled him, lifting up the very thick, ring bound handbook that your team had made.
You both said your goodbyes and you left, wishing to have given him a hug before leaving, but your mind was lead elsewhere as everyone was briefed on the area, and what we are looking for. The briefing was more for the expedition team who would be helping us gain access to the cave and stay safe in there. As you neared closer, everyone put on their heavy winter gear and goggles, wanting to make this transition of everyone and all the equipment from the Quin-jet into the cave as quick and seamless as possible with the harsh weather that was awaiting them.
The cave was still at freezing temperature for the first few kilometers in, but then it began to get warmer as we made our way down and in, lights being turned on as you went and it got darker.
“We’ll set everything up here” Dr. Newman called and everyone halted to begin unpacking the equipment and setting up their base
You kept looking ahead though, noticing a gradual change in the colour and texture of the rock for the rest of the distance you could see.
“I’m going to keep walking for a bit, I’ve got my walkie-talkie if anyone needs me” You called out, not waiting for a reply before putting one step in front of the other
The brushed your hand along the cave walls, watching your step as you walked and just so full of curiosity and adrenaline that you wanted to keep running until you either reached the end of the cave or some magical, over-exaggerated doorway.  You didn’t though; you stayed calm and walked steadily until you felt something underneath your shoe, and looked down to see a small patch of fully thriving moss. You fumbled with the walkie-talkie and began speaking.
“Guys, I’ve found plant life down here. I think there’s more up ahead”
You kept walking forward, hearing them say they’d sent a team to you and to make sure not to touch anything yet. Every step you took though exposed more moss until nearly the whole floor was covered and it was climbing up the walls, to the point where you could almost swear it was turning into grass. You were holding your breath and it was only because of that did you hear dripping water, and you froze. You could definitely see how this could be considered the start of Yggdrasil.
Now you were jogging towards the sound, stopping every thirty seconds to make sure it was getting louder.
“There’s water down here guys, I can hear it”
There was no response but you assumed that was just because the team was getting close to you and they could also hear it. You weren’t sure how long you had been walking for, but it only felt like 20 minutes, which made it so peculiar when you saw a small gap in the stone and stuck your head through gasping. It was an absolutely huge reservoir that would be impossible to find the bottom of and on the roof was a tree branch the size of a double Storey house and the length of the entire space.
“Guys, I think I found it”
Still no reply. You had taken a few steps in to the space by now but didn’t dare go any further, especially as you now weren’t hearing anything from the others. You turned around to make your way back through the crack that should have been directly behind you, but there was nothing now.
“Shit. It was right here, I swear it was right here” You muttered to yourself, anxiety setting in and spiking to maximum instantly
You dropped the lamp and began feeling the wall for the entrance, walking along the whole ledge you were on in case you had moved further than you thought, but there was nothing. You were trapped. You fell to the ground crying, and unsure of how to handle this or what to do next, hating yourself for not staying with the group. Your anxiety was so high that your vision started to blur and you passed out.
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ainsley-corcoran · 6 years
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Hold Your Breath || Ainsley & Spencer
TAGGING: Ainsley Corcoran & Spencer Evans ( @spencerfevans )
TIME: Tuesday, June 12th
LOCATION: The Pond
SUMMARY: Bingo Event; 1b: Breathplay || 3c: Scene Involving the Pond
Ainsley could feel her heart racing in her chest as she made her way over to meet Spencer by the pond. While she wasn’t afraid of the scene they’d come up with, per se, she was definitely anxious about the whole thing, even if she did know she was in good hands. Slowing her breathing to help calm herself, she smiled widely as she came to stand beside Domme, her hands fidgeting by her sides in an unusual show of nerves. “Hello, Miss Spencer.”
She glanced up when she saw the girl and offered her a small smile. “Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Spencer knew that submitting wasn’t something that Ainsley was fully comfortable and so she was going to take that into consideration throughout the scene. She wanted her to feel safe. She stood up and glanced at the pond. She had tested it and found that it wasn’t super chilly and she was grateful for that fact.
Stilling her restless fingers, Ainsley gave a sincere- if somewhat weak- smile. “I’m doing well, Miss. A little nervous, but also excited for our scene today.” And it was true. For as anxious as the whole thing made her, she truly was looking forward to getting another scene as the submissive under her belt. She bit her lip as she watched the other woman test the temperature of the water, not quite sure if she should continue talking or stay silent and wait for further instruction from the Domme.
“It makes perfect sense that you’re a bit nervous, Ainsley. I was always a bit nervous before having to submit as well. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. But it’s good that you’re taking some steps to make yourself more comfortable. That way presentations come a bit easier to you.” Spencer offered, giving the girl a smile. “Now, I’d like for you to tell me your limits and your safeword. And then I would like you to strip down to your bra and underwear.” The Domme stated, kicking her feet in the water slightly.
Nodding, Ainsley’s smile came a little easier as Spencer spoke. “That was my thinking as well, Miss. My limits are scat, vore, and watersports, and I use the stoplight system.” She said before following the rest of her instructions. A slight chill ran down her spine as she felt the light breeze on her skin, but the sound of the water helped relax her. If nothing else, between the fact that she trusted Spencer to look out for her, and the fact that she was an incredibly strong swimmer, it became a little easier to let go of her worry and focus on being a good Submissive.
“Good girl. Thank you for that.” She said with a smile, watching as the Switch slipped out of her clothing. “I promise that the water isn’t too bad. I’m not going to make you freeze.” She said with a soft wink before tilting her head. “Come on into the water for me, Ainsley. Get used to the feeling of it against your skin.” She didn’t want to jolt her into it by jumping right into the breathplay, knowing that that would probably be fairly dangerous.
Ainsley’s smile came a little easier as Spencer spoke, and she nodded as she stepped onto the water with a more confident “Yes, Miss,” this time around. The water felt cool against her heated skin, but it she’d always prefered it that way, anyway. When the water was too warm, she tended to feel drowsy, whereas a bit off cold help wake her up and reenergize her. “It’s a good day for this, I think. The air’s not too cold, and the water’s not too warm,”
She nodded her head in agreement. “I think you’re right. I’m glad the weather seemed to work out in our favor.” She dropped her hands into the water for a moment and then playfully flicked some water at Ainsley before letting out a breath. “You’ve got to trust me okay? There are going to be moments in the scene where you might think that it’s too much...But I am going to be watching you very carefully. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. But of course...if you need to stop, please use your safeword. I’d also like a safe gesture just to cover all of our bases.”
Laughing at the playful gesture, Ainsley could feel herself slipping into her more submissive headspace as she listened to Spencer speak. She was still a bit nervous, but the Domme exuded a subtle confidence and an air of authority that helped calm her, reminding her that she didn’t need to worry and that she would be entirely safe. “Yes, Miss. I do trust you.” She said without an ounce of hesitation. “What would you like me to do for safe gesture?”
“Good girl. For your safe gesture, I would like you to hold up this sign.” She gestured the sign for her, her two middle fingers down with the two outer fingers pointed up. “Make sure you lift it high so that there is no ways that I would miss it okay?” She licked her bottom lip and then rolled her shoulders before nodding her head. “We’re going to start off slow, but I’m going to push you a bit further and further each time.” She stated, offering her a smile. “Now, how do you feel about a sexual element to the scene?”
“Yes, Miss. I can definitely do that” The sign was easy enough, though she took an extra moment to commit it to memory, just in case. Biting her lip, she nodded. She knew it would be difficult, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Not before giving it an honest try first, at least. At Spencer’s next question, a grin came to her face, “I would have absolutely no problem with that. You’re absolutely stunning, Miss,”
“Perfect. Good girl.” She winked playfully when Ainsley said that she was okay with it and she nodded her head. “Perfect. I’m glad to hear that.” The blonde said, rolling her shoulders slightly and then reaching out to grab Ainsley’s waist. She rubbed her thumb into her skin and hummed softly. “By the way, you’re pretty gorgeous as well. Incredibly so, Ainsley.”
Ainsley felt a slight flush creep up her neck, but smiled at the praise, enjoying it more than she thought she would. Biting her lip, she took a step forward, the cool water ironically helping to ground her as she moved closer, her hands coming up to play with the ends of Spencer’s hair. “That’s quite a compliment, coming from you, Miss. Though I must admit, I’m pleased you think so.”
She hummed as Ainsley played with her hair, a smile planted on her features. She was content to just enjoy the time that she had with the other girl. And hoped that they could perhaps spend some more time together in the future. She dragged her hands to Ainsley’s lower back and scratched gently before drawing her into a brief kiss, her fingers teasing along her skin.
Ainsley grinned into the kiss, unconsciously leaning into the other girl’s touch, the contact blaze hot trails down her back. She was caught off guard realizing how worked up she was from that alone, but she definitely wasn’t going to question it. Unable to help herself, she let her hands slide over strong shoulders to lace lightly behind the blonde’s neck, shifting closer in attempts to gain more contact, losing herself in the sensations as she settled into a submissive headspace.
Spencer smiled against Ainsley’s lips as the girl slipped her arms around her neck, humming at the touch to the back of her neck. She was glad that Ainsley seemed to be comfortable because that would make sliding into the breathplay section of the scene that much easier. She pulled back from the kiss and nipped along her jaw, humming softly.
Ainsley felt almost light headed as the blonde pulled away. If just kissing the other girl left her gasping for breath, she had no idea how the rest of the scene would play out, but she was almost surprised to realize she was excited to find out. Eyes slipping closed as she let out a soft moan, Ainsley couldn’t resist the urge to pull Spencer back for another breathtaking kiss, unconsciously rolling her hips in attempt to get closer.
She hummed softly when Ainsley began to rock her hips against her and crashed their lips together once more, squeezing her waist and then letting out a soft laugh. “If you’re good, you can get more kisses okay?” She murmured gently as she pulled away before kneeling in the water, keeping one of her legs up. “Come rest your back here.” She said, patting her leg, wrapping her arms around the Switch.
Ainsley gave an uncharacteristic pout, but nodded all the same. She always did better when there was a reward waiting for her, and she had no doubt this would be the same- especially when the reward would be such a sweet one. “Yes, Miss. I think I can handle that.” Biting her lip, she only hesitated for half a beat, before doing as instructed. The sensation of the cool water on her heated skin helped calm her and she leaned back into Spencer’s strong hold.
“There you go. I’ve got you. Just relax for me.” She murmured, offering the Switch a smile. She brought her free hand down to press between the other girl’s legs and smirking softly. “I want you to rock your hips into my hand. You are not to stop unless I tell you too.” She said with a hum. “Start now.”
Exhaling deeply, Ainsley did her best to relax, an effort that was derailed a moment later when she felt Spencer’s hand settle between her legs. Feeling an uncharacteristic flush creep up her neck for the second time in under an hour, she bit her lip before nodding. “Y-yes, Miss.” She stuttered out, rocking her hips forward, the motion quickly becoming instinctual as she felt a heat settle low in her stomach from the contact.
“Good girl.” Spencer said, nodding her head, watching as the girl began to follow her order. “Now take a deep breath.” She waited for Ainsley to do as she had asked before lowering her into the water and holding her there. She kept her eyes on the girl, keeping her eyes focused, wanting to catch any sign of things going wrong; bringing her up after ten seconds.
Inhaling deeply, Ainsley tried to focus on the pleasant sensations she was experiencing to distract from the anxiety of what was to come. The water rushed around her and she fought the urge to tense up as she was fully submerged. She was grateful that Spencer only kept her under for a few seconds to start, easing her in, though she was pleasantly surprised to find the terror she was expecting to feel was absent.
“Take a few more breaths. On your third breath, I want you to hold it again.” Spencer said, watching and counting in time with Ainsley’s breaths before pressing her under again. This time, she jumped up to thirty seconds, keeping her eyes on the Switch and exuding the confidence that she was feeling. She had done similar things before. She could handle this and she would take queues from the girl as they continued. She pulled her out after thirty seconds and smiled softly. “There you go. You’re doing well.”
Careful to stay calm and keep her breaths even, she inhaled deeply on the third as she was dipped under once more. She wasn’t sure how long she went this time, but it was long enough for her to notice her lack of air, despite being a practiced swimmer. The between the pleasure between her legs and the comforting familiarity of the water, however, she actually started to enjoy the strange sensations she felt as her body was slowly denied oxygen. Despite the slight dizziness, she smiled at the praise as she breathed heavily. “T-thank you, Miss.”
“You’re very welcome.” Spencer said with a soft smile. “I want to see if we can get you to a minute, okay? So we’re going to put you under twice more and we’ll see how long you can hold your breath for. Don’t feel bad if you can’t do it, I’m just pushing you a bit to see how well you can do.” Spencer said, enjoying the look on the Switch’s face. “Five breaths, hold it on the fifth okay?” She adjusted her hold on the girl and then let her slip under the water once again. She planned to hold her there for forty-five seconds before moving on to the final test.
Ainsley tried to level her breathing out like she had before, though the extended time underwater made it more difficult. The idea of holding her breath for a full minute felt daunting, but she was certainly willing to try. She was already the type of person who wanted to make people happy- even if her methodology was more forceful than most really wanted- but in her Submissive headspace, that desire seemed to increase ten fold. Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded instead, taking deep breath before sinking underwater once more. Time seemed to slip away as she stayed submerged, the only thoughts in her hazy mind focused around not inhaling and seeking more contact from the firm hand that her hips kept seeking out as she tried to override her body’s natural instinct to inhale, holding out for a few seconds after the hand holding her down was lifted.
Spencer pulled her out of the water again once the forty-five seconds were up, allowing her to catch her breath and then even it out again. If she was going to put her back under the water for a full minute, she didn’t want her to already be fighting for air. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing well. Just breathe for me. There you go.” She murmured, smoothing Ainsley’s hair back and pressing her hand between her legs a bit more firmly. “Just relax. I’ve got you and you’re being so good.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek, giving her a bit of affection through touch before beginning to lower her. “Okay, here we go. One minute. Trust me and trust yourself okay? Just relax. I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.” Spencer said, waiting for her to take a deep breath before lowering her under the water for the final time.
It took a bit longer for Ainsley to regain herself, but it wasn’t too long until her breaths came with a bit more ease, and she appreciated Spencer’s patience with her. So far the Domme seemed pleased with her, though, and she thrived off of that approval. It energized her and made her even more determined to try and impress the blonde. Taking one last gulp of air, she let herself be guided into the water, reminding herself that she was in good hands. Once again, it felt like time slipped away almost instantly as her body began to crave oxygen, only to be denied it. Air slowly slipped out between her lips as stars began to dance behind her eyes. Yet, despite the nerves it ignited in her, she refused to move. She reminded herself that she needed to be good, that her body- in that moment- wasn’t her own, but Spencer’s, and that she had been given direct instructions. It was freeing, in its own way, and almost surreal, as her body was flooded with pleasure and pain at the same time.
The bubbles that floated to the surface of the water allowed Spencer to know she was letting the air out of her lungs and would need to replenish soon, luckily though by that point they were nearing the minute mark. She kept her eyes on Ainsley, wanting to keep the connection that they had and assure her that she was okay. When it hit the minute mark, she pulled her up again into a sitting position, keeping her arm wrapped around her. “Easy does it. Slow breaths. Don't try to put too much oxygen in your lungs at once. That's it. Good girl, Ainsley. Good girl. Lean against me and just relax for a moment.”
The last ten seconds were the hardest, but Ainsley pushed down the bolt of panic, barely resisting the urge to push against the hand on her chest. Gasping as she reached the surface, Ainsley coughed a few times, trying to clear her airway of an obstruction that wasn’t there. She kept her eyes closed as she listened to the sound of Spencer’s voice, her words soft and comforting. Her head was spinning, but the words of praise floating in her ears helped more than she thought they would. Once the her breathing began to even out and the rush of her blood in her ears faded, she let her eyes slip open, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Did I do okay, Miss?”
Spencer watched her closely, looking for any warning signs but there didn't seem to be any there. “You did very well. I am so proud of you.” Spencer said in response, a smile on her face as well. For someone that wasn't super comfortable with her submissive side, she was pretty darn adorable in it. “so well that I think you deserve a reward.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek and gently moved her hand between her legs. “I told you you would get more kisses if you were good.. So you will. But I also want you to know that you can cum when you need to. That is your reward for being so good for me.” She smiled softly and then pressed their lips together, her hand moving with a purpose as her eyes fell shut.
Perking up slightly at the praise, Ainsley couldn’t have stopped the proud smile that came to her face even if she wanted to. “I’m glad I met your expectations, Miss.” At the mention of an award and the feeling of Spencer’s hand back between her leg, the fire that had cooled in the last few minutes seemed to blaze up, a moan escaping her as the Domme spoke, more than happy with the reward she was being given. Ainsley’s hips rolled and bucked in a desperate search for more friction, and one hand came up to tangle in her hair as she moaned into the other girl’s mouth. She was dangerously close, after such an intense experience, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to have her coming entirely undone.
Spencer held her arm around Ainsley to ensure that she didn’t drop back into the water, sighing in contentment at the kiss. Kissing people was just so nice. One of her favorite things to do, especially because everyone had a different way of doing it. The response from Ainsley when she put her hand back between her legs had the blonde smirking and humming in satisfaction. She loved getting to reward good girls by making them cum. “That’s it...let it come to you, gorgeous.” Spencer murmured against the Switch’s lips, her fingers rubbing a bit more firmly.
Ainsley was thankful that Spencer had given her permission to cum when she needed to, because she was fairly certain she couldn’t have stopped herself even if she wanted to. And between her mental and physical exhaustion, she didn’t really have it in her to try. Instead she let herself get lost in the sensations, letting out a sharp whimper against the Domme’s lips as the pressure between her legs increased. Slipping her free hand just under Spencer’s shirt, she stroked the soft skin she found, needing the contact more than she could explain. Her spine arched as her orgasm raced through her, a low moan rumbling in her chest as she pulled the other girl closer, kissing her languidly as she came down from her high.
Spencer didn’t mind at all when Ainsley’s hand slipped under her shirt, holding her a bit more tightly and let her ride out the waves. She kept their lips pressed together for a few moments until Ainsley’s hips stopped rocking toward her hand. She moved her hand that had been between her legs and rested it on her waist with a smile. “Such a good girl.” She gave her a few moments to rest and then carefully moved them both into a standing position. “Let’s go get you warmed up, sweet girl.”
“Thank you, Miss. Thank you.” Ainsley murmured, breathing heavily as she finally let her eyes flutter open. The pleasant warmth slowly melting away as her body began to cool, and she appreciated Spencer’s cognizance as she was helped back to her feet. Her hand unconsciously sought out the Domme’s under the water, not quite ready to break contact entirely after such an intense scene, at least, intense for her as as a Submissive, anyway. But while her limbs felt heavy and her mind a bit cloudy, overall she felt unexpectedly content as they made their way back to the grass.
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.” She said with a soft smile, grabbing the two towels that she had brought, wrapping the first around Ainsley and rubbing her arms to bring about some warmth before she wrapped a towel around herself as well. “Come now, we’ll go back to my suite and hang out for a bit before I send you on your way.” It had been fairly intense and the last thing she wanted to do was send Ainsley off without the proper aftercare. She wrapped her arm around the Switch’s waist and then led her towards her suite.
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Partners- College AU Logan- Part 9
Morning light broke through Logan’s dark curtains making you stir next to the still slumbering man. You gently pushed away from him, quietly making your way to his adjoined bathroom. The mirror showed you a girl with majorly smudged make up, but was flush with that after-sex glow. For the first time, you thought you were rocking the morning after look. A smile crept on your face as you cleaned up around your eyes when you heard a stirring from the other room.
“Y/N?” Logan whined, his voice thick with sleep.
“Yes?” you called back, running your fingers through your hair, trying desperately to undo some of the knots.
“Why aren’t you in bed with me?” he cried. You laughed and shook your head as you walked back into the bedroom.
“I need to go work on the last of my pieces for tomorrow. I’m sorry, I should probably head back,” you frowned and traced light circles over his defined back. Logan rolled over to face you, his dark eyes half covered by drooping lids. He smiled at you, letting his fingers dance on your hip.
“Can I drive you back home?”
“Oh I’m not far, I can walk,” you insisted, not wanting to make him get out of bed. He just looked so sweet and comfy.
“In heels?” He raised an eyebrow. You hadn’t considered that fact. “Can’t have my princess getting blisters.” His pet name made you blush; you weren’t sure you were worthy of such a title. It also made you wonder what he thought this all was- something to ask him when he wasn’t naked with bed head.
“Ok, you win,” you said, getting up to slip back into your dress from the night before. Logan was up not long after, throwing on one of his lacrosse hoodies and gym shorts. You opened the door out to the hallway, Logan following behind you, but not before giving you another slap on your ass. You shot him a look over your shoulder only to see him shrugging smugly, clearly pleased with himself.
Logan dropped you back at your doorstep, letting the car idle as you gathered your things. “Will I see you before your show?” he asked letting his palm rest on your thigh. You looked down and frowned a little.
“I don’t think so. I still have a lot I need to do to make sure everything is perfect. I’m really sorry I—“
“Please. There is nothing to apologize for. I’ll just have to send you dirty texts instead, no big deal.” He lifted his shoulders with a smile. You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle. But Logan grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him for a deep kiss. He released your wrist only to cup your cheek, his thumb passing over your bottom lip as he pulled away. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Bye, Lo,” you almost whispered as you got out of the car. Before he pulled away, you gave him a small wave and giggled after he winked back at you.
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The rest of the day was spent in the studio. Hours and hours of painting were put in before you had even considered going back home. Eventually, you made your way back when it was close to midnight, your body finally at the point of exhaustion. You dragged yourself up the stairs to your apartment, ready to collapse on your bed and get any sleep that you could get before having to be up early again the next morning. Sam was still up, working at the kitchen table on her computer.
“Hey stranger,” she smiled.
“Hey. Sorry I’ve been MIA. I went on a date with Logan last night and was locked up in the studio all day,” you said thumbing through the mail on the counter.
“Must have been a good date- something came for you this afternoon,” she said, raising one eyebrow.
“Oh, the flowers? He brought those to me last night.”
“No, there was a delivery today,” she smiled. Your brow knit together, unsure what she could possibly be talking about.
“What is it?” you asked, walking over to the brown box sitting on the table across from Sam.
“I don’t open your mail, I don’t know!” she laughed. “But open it! Open it! I’ve been waiting since FOUR to find out what’s in this damn box!”
“Ok! Ok!” you smiled, tearing at the packaging. There was a small card inside on top of another, flatter box. You opened it and saw Logan’s neat handwriting:
Not sure if ‘break a leg’ is just for actors, but break a leg. I can’t wait to see your installation- I know it will be perfect.   x, Lo
You opened the smaller box to reveal a delicate silver bracelet with a single, small charm at the clasp in the shape of a crown. “Can’t have my princess getting blisters” rung in your head. This was too much. Sam audibly gasped as you looked it over, grabbing it from you to inspect it herself.
“This is like…really nice jewelry!” she exclaimed, finally handing it back to you. “He’s must be in love with you, holy shit.”
“It’s too much,” you mumbled to yourself, “and he’s not in love with me.” You walked into your room, bracelet in hand and pulled out your phone.
Y: Logan this is too much L: You don’t like it? Y: I love it, but it’s too much L: So if you love it, what’s the problem? L: I wanted to give you a gift so I got you one. L: And it sounds like I did a good job Y: I just feel awkward accepting such a nice gift L: Get used to it Y: Well, thank you Lo L: It is absolutely my pleasure Y: Can I ask you something? L: You just did Y: Shut up Y: What are we doing? L: Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow? You should get some rest Y: Yea sure. I’ll see you tomorrow night L: Sweet dreams princess :-* Y: Did you use an emoji at me lol L: Fuck yeah I did I’m a real romantic Y: Good night Lo
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Finally, you had made it to the night of your show. Months of hard work had gone into every piece hanging on the gallery walls. You paced around nervously as the first guests began to arrive. It was more stressful than you imagined to always have a smile painted on and shake hands with every person who came in. Thankfully, your mother and Sam were always by your side, quick to shuttle people off to look at their favorite pieces. It was times like these when you were eternally grateful to have extroverts as loved one. You were standing with your back to the door, chatting with your mom about how she thought the night was going when you saw her eyes dart to the door.
“Oh, Y/N! I think there’s an art dealer here! A handsome art dealer oh my—“ Truthfully, you had stopped listening because you knew there was no art dealer. You knew exactly who you’d see when you turned around. There he was, strolling in with his hands in his pockets, another perfectly tailored button down shirt adorning his chest, this time with the sleeves rolled up. His sharp jaw cut through his short beard as he turned to beam at you. You blushed and raised your hand to wave. Logan made his way over to where you stood with your mom.
“Y/N.” He pulled you in for a long embrace, his hand resting low on your waist. “This space is amazing.”
“Thanks. Um, Logan, this is my mom.” You gestured to your left. “Mom, this is my—Logan.”
“Logan, nice to meet you,” she cooed as Logan took her hand in his, placing a delicate kiss on the back.
“The pleasure is mine,” he said, watching you roll your eyes at him schmoozing your mom. “Your daughter is very talented.”
“Isn’t she? I’m just so proud of my Y/N,” she beamed, her eyes lighting up with a pride you saw only on rare occasions. You looked away, not wanting to get emotional looking at your mother as she gushed about you. “This might be my favorite show of yours, honey!” she exclaimed, squeezing you tightly.
“Ok, ok, thank you, mom…” you grumbled with a smile. “Mom, why don’t you show Logan some of your favorites?” you suggested, raising your eyebrow at Logan. He smiled and offered his arm out to your mother, which she was all too eager to link with. They rounded the corner and started chatting, looking at the prints hung in the middle of the wall.
You finally exhaled, thinking the last of the guests had arrived and you could finally start mingling and enjoying the evening rather than standing, waiting for someone to greet. Just before you had decided to find Sam or Logan, one last body was making its way to the door. That sounds a little more graceful than what was actually happening- a man was stumbling through the door way, a man you knew for a fact was not invited to this event. Evan had made his way in, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Immediately, you rushed to him, desperately trying to keep him from entering any further.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whispered angrily, trying to push his back out of the building.
“I got the invite,” he slurred, his breath thick with the stench of alcohol.
“The fuck you did! I know I never invited you,” you stated, crossing your arms tightly.
“Well, then you must have invited your little boyfriend,” he reached in his pocket and pulled out the blue flyer you had given Logan earlier, “because this was hanging on his fridge.” Your heart swelled thinking about Logan making a point to hang it on his fridge like a proud parent, but you quickly snapped back to the problem at hand.
“I invited Logan, not you, asshole!” you spat. But Evan just kept smiling that stupid, drunken smile that was really starting to get under your skin. “Please, just leave! I don’t need you here right now. I don’t need you ruining this night for me!”
“I want to see your art! I didn’t know you were an artist!” he called out, stumbling to his left.
“That’s because you don’t know anything about me,” you snarled, still trying to block him from coming any further. The commotion must have caught Logan’s attention, because he was excusing himself from a conversation and making his way over in long strides.
“I know what you look like naked,” he teased, swaying closer to you, but Logan was instantly between the two of you. He placed a hand on Evan’s chest, steadying him. “Here he is, prince charming.”
“Evan?” he asked, finally seeing who was making you so upset. “I think you should go,” Logan commanded quietly, his voice low as to not draw attention to this unwanted guest. “I don’t know why you’re at a stranger’s show, but I don’t think you need to be here anymore.”
“Stranger? She’s not a stranger, bro,” he said. But then you saw it click in his head and you immediately looked at him, silently pleading with him to keep his mouth shut. “You didn’t tell him, Y/N?”
“Tell me what?” Logan barked, clearly getting irritated with Evan’s unwillingness to leave.
“That I used to fuck Y/N all the time.” Logan turned only enough to look at you out of the side of his eye, his expression set in stone. You could already feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Wild she didn’t tell you, dude. Yeah, I’d hit her up when I needed a quickie. She’s a pretty good fuck, huh?” he asked Logan.
“Evan, shut the fuck up!” you cried, desperate to stop hearing the garbage pouring out of his mouth. But all he did was laugh in your and Logan’s faces.
“Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride home,” Logan stated firmly, escorting him back out of the door.
“Logan!” you called to him, but he raised his hand as a signal to stop talking and save your breath. “Please, Logan. I can expla—“ but he let the door close behind them as he dragged Evan out to his car and loaded him in. You closed your eyes tightly as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks. But you quickly wiped them away- you had a show to curate, and you’d be damned if you let a couple boys ruin this night for you.
You ran your fingers along your bracelet before taking a deep breath and returning to the guests who hadn’t run out on you.
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Just Give Me A Drink || Group
Tagging → @thespencerxevans, @ulrichtech, @atticus-west, & @itsdillonloverson Mentions of → Spencer Evans, Kaleb Ulrich, Atticus West, Dillon Loverson, drinking, sex, and STI/STD test results Time Frame → Tuesday, December 20, 2016 Location →  A Bar Notes → An impromptu meet up at the bar arranged by Spencer.
Spencer was sitting at the bar, tucking her phone away when all three said they would come. Atticus had a few things to finish up first, so he would be running a little behind. She was happy he would come out and meet some of her friends. Her attention turned back to Dillion and when the waitress came over with their pitcher of beer, plus two glasses. “Well that is settled, all three of them will be here shortly. Atticus is going to be a little late. He had some work he had to do.” She smiled at Dillon.
Dillon shrugged his shoulders and smiled softly. There was absolutely nothing that he could actually do anymore. “Sure thing.” He said to her. “I am pretty excited that they will be coming.”
Spencer "Are you excited they are coming?” She poured them both a glass. “The look on your face says something else.” She raised a brow at him. “Is there something I should know?”
Dillon “Oh yes! of course. I am excited that they are coming, don’t think that,” he said to her. “There isn’t anything you need to know at all,” he mentioned to her. He didn’t really want to talk about the fact that he was crushing on both, Emory and Kaleb.
Spencer thought of how Kaleb and Emory were completely opposite people. Emory was the life of the party and knew how to have a good time. Kaleb was sweet, but once he had a couple drinks in him, that boy did know how to have a good time. “Okay,” she took a sip of her beer. “Well the five of us will have a good time.”
Emory walked through the front door of the building. He scanned the crowd and saw the two familiar faces he was looking for. He made his way over towards them. “Hey,” he said as he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair.
Kaleb had made sure his place was good and Rocket was fed for the night. For the last hour, Kaleb had to find Rocket’s bone because the dog lost it. However, all was well now and he could have his own fun. Checking to get his wallet, keys, and phone Kaleb made way to the bar and quickly found Spencer, Dillon, and Emory. With a small wave, Kaleb grinned as he stepped up to the table. “Hey guys.” Taking his jacket off to show his navy-blue sweater with dark jeans as his full outfit.
Dillon looked over and saw Emory walk in. He smiled softly and spoke softly, “Hello,” he said as he watched Emory. He then saw Kaleb walked in not too long after. “Hey there,” he said to him. He thought that it was kind of weird that he was going to be drinking with both of them, but he wasn’t going to say anything. He was going to just drink and ignore his feelings for the night.
Spencer smiled bright when Emory came strutting through the door, almost immediately followed by Kaleb. She waved the waiter over getting two more glasses. “Hey boys.” She poured them all a drink too. Her eyes flickered from one to the other. “Atticus will be here in a little. He had to rehearse a little more for work. So…. What fun are we going to get into tonight?”
Emory turned and saw Kaleb come in shortly after him. Once the male had his coat off he reached out to give him a hug. “Hey, Spencer didn’t tell me you were coming.” He smiled as he pulled back, then walked over to Spencer and gave her a hug too. “You little minx. I know what you’re up to,” he whispered in her ear. Emory finally made his way over towards Dillon. As he did he replied to Spencer’s question, “I don’t know. Whose idea was it to hit up a bar?” He gave Dillon a hug and spoke into his ear, “Where’s my smile, handsome?”
Kaleb couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been out with a group of friends. He normally came to the bar alone to just drink and have some peace but this was different. These were people that he considered friends and he had also slept with two of them, wanting to sleep with the other as well. As he set his jacket down, Emory reached for a hug, in which Kaleb returned happily. “She didn’t tell me you were coming either.” Looking back to her. As Emory went to Spencer, Kaleb went to Dillon for a hug. “At least we get to hang out plus more food later.” Kaleb straightened up as he looked over to Spencer. “Ooh, I uh. got my results,” he blushed to her.
Dillon watched Emory going around and giving everyone hugs. He then saw the male come over to him and he hugged him back softly. “Sorry,” he said to him before he smiled at him and then sipped from the beer he had in front of him. He then looked over to listen to what Kaleb was saying.
Spencer couldn’t help but smirk when Emory came over and gave her hug, plus the words he whispered in her ear. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” she snickered. “Well I didn’t know all of us would be getting together. I ran into Dillon, he needed to get out and have some drinks. He thought the more the merrier and I couldn’t have agreed more. Here we all are.” She gave them all one of her innocent smiles. Her eyes lit up at Kaleb’s words. “You did? Was I right?”
Kaleb didn’t know why he had said part of the results out loud so he quickly tamed himself and tried to be less awkward about it. Biting his bottom lip with one of the K-9’s as he heard that she invited them out to bring out some fun and have drinks. Which was all good in Kaleb’s book. “You were right” he answered to Spencer with a happy nod. His eyes going over to Emory as well, for the good news of his stressful results. “So- um just beer tonight or we drinking anything else?”
Spencer “That is great news Kaleb. I am so happy for you.” She smiled and raised her glass up. “Well we should cheers to good health.” She clinked her glass with everyone else. “Oh, we start with beer, and we will be ending with tequila. I hope you boys don’t object.”
Emory had leaned over the bar and asked for a bourbon while Spencer explained how they all got there. “Oh, so it was you who’s trying to get us all liquored up?” he asked Dillon. He took a sip of his drink when he heard Kaleb give the good news. Emory gave the male a fist bump. “No beer for me. Too many carbs for my girlish figure,” he joked, “I’m going straight for the good stuff.” He took another sip of his drink.
Dillon watched Emory and he blushed softly. “Yeah… I guess you could say it was me. I wanted to start with liquor, but Spencer here wanted to start with beer, but that’s not anything I am dealing with.” He mentioned to the male. “Well… Get whatever you want and just have it put on my tab.” He said honestly. “I’m making sure we all have a good night.” He said before he walked over to the bar and ordered a vodka on the rocks before he walked back over to the table. He looked at Emory, smiling softly before sipping from the drink. It had been nine years since the last time he drank. He couldn’t believe he was doing this right now, but it was something he needed to do.
Kaleb wiggled his eyebrows to Spencer. “Not going to lie, I don’t really drink beer that much. I’m always drinking whiskey, but I’m down with whatever is set on the table.” He laughed lightly as he accepted the fist bump from Emory. Only to roll his eyes at what he heard. “Oh yes, that girlish figure of yours. Spencer, you have some competition.” Kaleb teased, while he looked over to Dillon with a smile. Kaleb went to the bar to order himself a whiskey.
Spencer threw up her arms. “I would rather be drinking the hard stuff.” She shook her head. “Well this is going to waste.” She laughed. “I want a whiskey, then we can start with some shots.” She watched the way all three boys looked at each other. This was going to be an interesting night for them. She glanced down at her watch wondering if Atticus was going to make it.
Emory ’s brow furrowed at Dillon’s suggestion that’d he was paying. “You don’t have to pay.” He was never comfortable with people buying him things. He laughed as everyone ditched the beer and went to get their liquor of choice instead. “I didn’t mean to start a coo. Now I feel like I need to drink the beer.”
Dillon looked over at Emory and he shrugged his shoulders. “Consider it on me,” he said to him. “Let me do this for you,” he said to him. He shrugged his shoulders again, “Don’t worry. They will be drink at one point or another. No need for you to worry about that, handsome.” He realized what he had said, and blushed. Was the alcohol already hitting him?
Kaleb pouted to see Spencer upset about the beer. “If anything the beer can be a cleansing palette with all the shots for tonight. Surely it will be gone by the end of the night.” Getting his whiskey and taking a fair drink from it. Turning back to Dillon he couldn’t help but ask “I thought you didn’t drink?” From what he was told from the dinner the other night with Dillon. “You sure you don’t want us to chip in a bit? I’m fine with it.”
Spencer shook her head at all the boys. “Tonight is on me. Don’t argue.” Money was never an issue, and she knew Emory was well off, but she knew the boys wouldn’t argue with her. “I am sure the beer will be drunken, or spilled, one or the other.” She laughed. “So…how do you all boys know each other.” She took a long sip of her drink.
Emory leaned back in his chair. A smug smile on his face at getting Dillon to flirt back with him. “I’ll let you buy my drink if you keep calling me handsome,” he teased. Emory took another drag from his drink. He awaited Dillon’s reply to the question of him drinking.
Dillon took a big sip from his drink and after setting it down, he shrugged his shoulders softly. “Fine, handsome.” He said to him. He could already feel the buzz coming on, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him. He looked over at Kaleb and shrugged once again. “I don’t know… I just feel like drinking.”
Spencer was looking between the two of them. Something seemed off about Dillon. Her brows furrowed and she leaned over the table towards him. “You do not look like you are having fun. Did I do something wrong?”
Emory finished his drink before answering Spencer’s question. “Well, Kaleb and I met at a club, and I met Dillon when he ran into me after a run.”
Kaleb nodded at Dillon from his answer. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I like drinking myself.” Grinning to the man before turning back to Spencer as she asked the question. Only for Kaleb’s face to brighten up in a blush from the question. “Um… well I ran into Dillon in the mail room and Emory at the club. Wait, how do you know Emory and Dillon, Spence?”
Dillon leaned over and spoke softly back to Spencer, “No… I’m fine. I’m having fun.” He said with a smile before he leaned back up. He looked at Emory and smiled and then over at Kaleb. He was glad he was out and enjoying himself.
Emory stood up and said, “I plead the fifth on how I know Spencer.” Before walking over to the bar and grabbing another drink.
Spencer had no shame. “Well, I ran into Dillon at the mail room where he turned me down.” She shrugged her shoulders with a smile. “I met Emory and we ended up back at my place. And well, Kaleb, we know how we met, in this bar, where we ended back at your place.” She smiled brightly finishing her drink.
Kaleb tilted his head with curiosity from Emory pleading the fifth only for Spencer to answer for him. “Wait, you two ended up?” Using his pointer and second finger as he chuckled. Only for that blush to grow further from Spencer talking about how her and Kaleb ended up meeting. Able to finish his drink right then, he asked for another one. Now he was really thankful that he got tested.
Spencer eyes lit up when Atticus came through the door. She slipped off her chair and made her way over to him, she jumped up in his arms, arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him deeply. “Hey sexy.”
Atticus walked into the bar spotting the group and grinned as Spencer came over to him. “Hey, beautiful,” he returned the kiss and hug before letting go of her and grabbing her hand in his own. “So, who’s here?”
Spencer shrugged her shoulders at Kaleb and smirked. She brought Atticus over to the table, grabbing another chair for him to sit beside her, or she would sit on his lap. She hadn’t decided. “Atticus, this is Kaleb and Dillon.” She then pointed over to Emory at the bar. “That is Emory. What did you want to drink?”
Kaleb waved at Atticus, though still trying to get rid of his burning face. “Hello.” Having an awkward wave to him only to get another drink. “Tis, I Kaleb.”
Atticus walked with Spencer over to the table with the three guys. He couldn’t fight his curiosity of how they all knew one another. “Hey, guys. It’s nice to meet you all.” he said, giving them a wave before taking a seat beside Spencer. “Uh, I’ll grab one in a minute,” he said, looking over at Spencer.
Spencer couldn’t help but notice the way Kaleb face was burning face and how awkward he was. Did her confession make him feel that way? Her fingers laced with Atticus’ and squeezed his hand. “I am drinking whiskey. Did you want the same?” She called out to Emory at the bar. “Can you bring two whiskeys with you.”
Atticus “Yeah, whiskey works,” he chuckled and looked over at Kaleb and Dillion. “So, how do you guys know Spence?” his curiosity was getting the best of him. He returned the light squeeze on Spencer’s hand.
Emory heard Spencer. “Sure thing.” He ordered the drinks requested along with his. He also ordered a round of shots to be delivered later. When he did, he told the bartender to close out Dillon and Spencer’s tab and put everything on his card. Carrying the three drinks he made his way back over to the table. “I see the love interest has joined us.” He set the drinks on the table and stuck out his hand for Atticus to shake. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Dillon looked at the other male who had joined them. He smiled softly. “Hello there. I’m Dillon.” He said to him before extending his hand out to him and then pulling it back after they shook their hands. He smiled as he saw Emory coming back with the shots. “Who are those for?” he asked him.
Kaleb ’s face had cooled down as he retrieved another drink. Kaleb was always a little awkward but he pushed it through. With one drink in hand, he made it to the table and set it down as he nodded to Atticus. “Spencer and I met at a bar when I was celebrating my birthday.” He explained to the man. “Nice meeting you.”
Spencer took her drink from Emory and then let her gaze fall on Atticus. She was curious how people would say they knew her. She already told Atticus she had slept with others. “Love interest?” She quipped a brow at Emory. It would get there one day. “These guys are good. You will like them, Atti.” It helped some of the thoughts that invaded her head. “So, we are going to drink lots, do some table dancing and then Atticus and I will go home, and then the three of you can go home together.”
Atticus returned the hand shake to Emory and smiled over at him. They all seemed like nice guys. He listened to Dillion and Kaleb talk about how they knew Spencer and nodded. “So far they seem nice enough,” he smiled over at Spencer and chuckled, hearing that they’d all be going home together made him wonder, but he didn’t get into that one. “How much drinking are we talking?”
Emory “They’re all for me, because I’m a selfish prick,” he teased Dillon, “but you can have one.” He took his drink and sipped it. “You heard me right, doll face.” He listened to her dictate what they would do for the evening and chuckled when she declared he, Kaleb, and Dillon would accompany each other home. “Oh you’d just love that, wouldn’t you, Spence? I’m sure Kaleb would too,” he added with a wink.
Dillon looked over at Spencer as a dark red color showed up on his cheeks. He did not expect Spencer to say what she said at all. He smiled as Emory gave him one of the shots. He sat there with it for a few seconds before he heard what Emory was saying to Spencer and Kaleb. He then took the shot and let it settle for a second before he spoke. “Wow… It’s been a while. We should do more shots.”
Kaleb looked at the shots and happily took one before hearing what Spencer thought was going to happen, only for Emory to add in. His mouth opened but no words came out. What were they up to? Soon it clicked just from the wink from Emory what they meant. “Ooh– Oh! that!” And once again a blush that seemed to match with Dillon’s red cheeks appeared. “You mean that… right, well, drink up yea?”
Spencer couldn’t help but laugh the way Dillon and Kaleb blushed. It was sweet. She could see why Emory wanted both of them. She could see the sexual tension between the three of them. If they all had one night together, things would be a lot less awkward. “I’m sure you guys will figure out the fun stuff on your own.” She laughed leaning into Atticus’ shoulder. Her nose wrinkled when she suddenly thought about how happy she was. “I think we need shots.”
Atticus watched how the guys were interacting with one another. He knew very well that something was going on between them and he found it amusing. His grin grew as he felt Spencer’s head against his shoulder. “Would you like me to go get us some?”
Emory chortled as Kaleb slowly caught on. “Yes. Yes, we do,” he answered the male’s question.
Dillon looked at the people around and shook his head slowly not really sure what to think. It seemed that they were messing with him. He looked at Kaleb and smiled. He then chugged the mug of beer in front of him. He was pretty much drunk now.
Emory glanced over at Dillon who’d been quiet. He picked up Dillon’s empty mug and walked back over to the bar, and came back just a quickly. He placed a cup of water down in front of him. Then sat back in his chair. “So, how’d you meet Spencer?” he directed his question at Atticus.
Spencer was happy to see that Emory noticed that Dillon had a little too much and brought the male some water. She worked on her drink. She liked how the guys all stumbled over their words. She mouthed ‘thank you’ to Emory and then looked up at Atticus to see how he would answer that.
Kaleb knew he was awkward and this was one of those moments. But he took the shot and slung it back. “I’ve never… done​ that, ​” he said truthfully. However, he had been exploring and having more fun than usual. Glancing back over to Dillon, the smile seemed to have relaxed Kaleb a little. “Now, just out of curiosity has everyone "mingled’ with everyone in this group? I’m getting those vibes and not that I’m not for it. I’m all for it. You all are very attractive and I’m just you know… Never mind, dumb question. I’m gonna shut up now,” Kaleb rambled.
Atticus “We met in LA, I had to convince her to let me take her out on an actual date. It took quite a while actually,” he chuckled and looked over at Spencer before back at Emory. He was liking this group of friends Spencer had so far. Once he heard Kaleb ask if everyone there had 'mingled’ with one another he furrowed his brows and glanced around the group of people. “I mean… I know I’ve only mingled with one person here,” he looked over at Spencer, curiously, “What about you?”
Dillon being the drunk person that Dillon was, he looked over at the cup of water and shooed it away. He turned towards Kaleb and spoke, “Well. I mean… I haven’t done anything with anyone here, but I would most certainly like to.” He spoke honestly as he looked at Kaleb. “Don’t shut up. I like the sound of your voice.” He then turned to Emory. “You’re very attractive, too," he said as he looked at Emory. He grabbed the male by his shirt and pulled him down, kissing him softly. If he didn’t have any alcohol in him he definitely wouldn’t have done that.
Spencer laughed. "It did take a lot to convince me.” And she was happy that he did. She was waiting for Atticus to ask her that. She had no reason to lie to him, but first found herself intrigued with Dillon’s sudden outgoing personality. “Well if I am being honest, I have slept with Kaleb and Emory. Dillon is gay. Atti, you would have more luck with him than me. If you did get his attention, all I ask is that I watch.” She was being cheeky when she gave a cheeky smile looking up at him.
Kaleb heard from Atticus that he had only mingled with Spencer. “Okay gotcha, but Spencer and Emory mingled and he and I mingled, then she and I did. Of course, like, I’ve been out and bisexual for at least three, four months now. It’s all very new and yea.” He continued to carry on, only to hear from Dillon that he hadn’t been with anyone. But more so hearing he would do something. “Well alright. I like the fact that you have a batman tramp stamp,” he teased Dillon as he bit his bottom lip. Only to see Dillon grab at Emory and watching those two kiss. “Oh mylanta…”
Atticus furrowed his brows looking over at Spencer as he heard that she had slept with two of the three guys they were currently handing out with. “I see…” he shook the thought from his head and watched the two guys begin to kiss. He definitely didn’t mind seeing that, and couldn’t help but smirk at Kaleb’s comment.
Emory had been sitting there with a bemused expression on his face as he listened to Kaleb ramble on. The guy truly did have a knack for being hot and adorable all at once. Already knowing mostly everyone’s answer to the question, he still sat there with the same expression on his face. However, he wasn’t given the chance to respond when Dillon reached over and grabbed him by his shirt. Then proceeded to kiss him. The bold action had taken Emory aback. He could probably count the number of times the guy had turned down his advances on both hands, and here he was kissing him. It took Emory a moment to react, but a second later his hands found their way in Dillon’s hair pulling him closer into the kiss.
Spencer slanted her head and watched Emory and Dillon play tonsil hockey. “Break it up boys.” She saw when Atticus’ eyes moved to watch the two kiss, her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She knew her boyfriend was bisexual. One very hot bisexual. Kaleb was adorable with his rambling when drunk. “Are you jealous Dillon didn’t kiss you?” she chuckled, thanking the waiter for bring five shots of tequila. “Dillon I think you should sit this shot out. I am sure Emory can handle both.” She winked at him.
Dillon felt Emory pulling him in closer and he allowed it to go on. He stayed there for a couple of seconds before he pulled away slowly. He took a sip of the water that was sitting on the table. He looked at Spencer. “Something tells me that I will be okay,” he said to her. “I would like to join in on this,” he said to Spencer before shaking his head again. “I’ll be fine. I know how much I can and cannot handle.”
Kaleb watched as the two continued their kiss, however his face turned back when Spencer asked if he was jealous from the kiss. Honestly, Kaleb was a little turned on from watching. “If the man says he can handle his alcohol he can.” Kaleb smiled only to take another shot himself. Kaleb wasn’t one for bold moves but after seeing that kiss, Kaleb waited for Dillon to take his shot before tugging at Dillon’s shirt, lips connecting in a hot heat.
Spencer took her shot, a pleased smile etched into her features. Her hand slid between Atticus legs, squeezing his thigh. She had a good buzz going and honestly, she just wanted to get home with her boyfriend and they could have their own fun. “Well it seems like the three of you have an interesting night ahead of you.” She glanced over at Emory. “I want details later.” She chuckled then looked up at Atti. “You ready to go?”
Dillon took his shot that was set on the table. He then felt himself being tugged over to Kaleb. He gasped softly as he kissed him back, allowing their lips to connect deeply.
Atticus watched the men and it brought back memories of the last time he was with a guy. He shook them from his thoughts as he looked over at Spencer. Her hand was riding up his leg and it was very distracting. “Uh, yeah.” He nodded. “It was really nice meeting you all,” he said and chuckled as there was more kissing going on. “Enjoy the night.”
Emory let the other male pull away. He was happy to have kissed Dillon, but not all that thrilled by the circumstances. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Emory watched as Dillon insisted he could drink more, which Emory was doubting. He watched Kaleb and Dillon lock lips this time. His attention drifted to Spencer. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun yourself,” he told her initially then directed the rest of the statement to the both. “Nice meeting you too.”
Kaleb kept the kiss deep and was happy to feel the other man’s lips on his once again. Not knowing that this was some sort of set up at all at first. Holding in for another thirty more seconds, he broke away to smile softly at Dillon. Kaleb’s goodbye to the couple being an okay figure with his hands. “Have fun!” Grinning to the couple.
Dillon watched the two leave after pulling away from the kiss. He sat there in the chair as he looked from Kaleb over to Emory “So uhm….. Do you wanna head out of here?” he asked them.
Spencer stood up and went to kiss Emory’s cheek goodbye, whispering, “I know not what you wanted, but at least things are out in the open now.” She messed up his hair before shaking her head at Kaleb and Dillon. “You two behave.” She went over and took Atticus hand, leaning down to kiss him before he stood up. “Let’s go home.” Which meant, let’s go to his place.
Kaleb nodded as he turned to Emory. “I’m game if you all are. We can put on an extra-long movie,” he said using quotations to make it funny at this point
Emory watched Spencer and Atticus’s retreating figures. His attention went back to the two men before him. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here,” he pushed back his chair and stood. “But first you finish that,” he looked Dillon dead in the eyes and pointed at the water, his tone stern. “I’ll be right back,” he informed them both. Emory walked over to the bar and closed out the tab. He opened his wallet putting the three credit cards in, he’d give Spencer hers back tomorrow, took a $50 out of his wallet and gave it to the bartender. Then made his way back to the men waiting for him. “Ready?” he asked as he slipped his jacket back on. 
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