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tea-hytyyto · 2 years

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Misunderstood Tries

This is my first ever fanfic so hopefully it’s not bad T.T One Cup of the Special Brew Misunderstood Try’s. With a splash a angst, a sprinkle of fluff, and a mix Leona and Farena Kingscholar. I hope you enjoy~

Tw: Some minor violence and details! *This is not a ship fic!* *This fic was made by Hytyyto’s Tea Time! Otherwise known as Hytyyto! Please do not repost or such without proper credit! Ty~*

Leona was many things. He was the definition of brain and brawn. However from the moment he was born those talents didn’t matter. Atleast, that’s what he thought. He lived life basking in the shadow of his elder brother. From the moment he stepped foot on the world he was always nitpicked for not being like Farena. It didn’t matter if he was only a child, he was either way going to be judged. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how diligent he worked, he was going to place second. As he grew he became lazy and developed an attitude because of his upbringing.

Now Farena you might say is the dear opposite of his brother. He was cheerful and a bit of an idiot but many found it endearing. He was often coddled and liked by the people of the Afterglow Savannah, unlike his brother. He grew up to be cheerful and friendly. He ended up succeeding the throne and had 1 son. Much to Leona’s demise.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Farena tried hard to support and motivate Leona. Unlike the the majority of the Afterglow Savannah, Farena cared about Leona very much. However Leona ended up pushing him away even though he never did anything to him directly. However as mentioned Farena is a very cheerful person, it didn’t matter if Leona pushed him away. He still checked up on him and tried to talk some sense into him.

Farena was very aware that his brother most likely didn’t care for him. However what if he was wrong about that? Continue on as you hear the tale of these brothers who were ever so distant, become close in an instant~

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Leona let out a sigh. After living in the NRC campus he forgot what it’s like to have duties as a prince. He barely got 5 hours of sleep and was exhausted with work. Doing tasks for everyone, making public appearances, etc. He was being run ragged. He felt less like a lion and more like a dog on a leash.

He got up and stretched, he was done early for the night and decided to treat himself by going to bed early. However as soon as he left his study he saw some servants running towards him in a hurry.

“Leona-san! Something urgent has come up, it’s about your brother!”

He nodded his head signaling for them to continue. He swore if it was something where he needed to clean up Farena’s messes his head was going to explode.

“Farena-sama had almost gotten assasinated and is hospitaltized! The assasin was caught but Farena-sama had gotten some severe injuries. ”

Multiple thoughts flashed through Leona. What an idiot! What was he thinking being so reckless!? Is he alright? Does he know the consequences of his actions? Since when did I even care for him? He couldn’t help asking himself. Even though he wanted to ask them all only 1 simple question came out of his mouth,” How is he doing?”

“They said he should be fine, but the doctors want him to stay at the hospital until a few magical curses come off as well as some bruises.”

“Can they not bring him to the palace and take care of him here?”

“Majority of their equipment is big and complex, they said it isn’t smart to move it and just let Farena-sama stay at the hospital for another 3 days. They said to use this number if you wanted to contact them.”

“Understood, you can leave now.”

As he walked to his quarters Leona could feel the existing knot in his chest tightening. Even if Farena was fine he wanted to check up on him immediately. He couldn’t wrap his head around how carefree he can be. Then again he always was like that.

“Leona! Leona!”

“What is it Farena?”

“Wanna build a sand castle with me? Your unique magic would be useful!”

“Are you an idiot Farena? If anyone saw me use my unique magic near you they would all be barking nonstop about me trying to kill you!”

“But-”

“No, that’s final.”

Leona could still remember what happenend after that. Since Leona refused to make sand for Farena’s sand castle, his elder brother went looking outside the palace for some. He ended up getting caught in quicksand and their father having to pull him out. If only I was there.

. . .

The royal family was finally granted direct access to see Farena, and with his thoughts eating at him and his sister-in-law dragging him, there was no way Leona could skip it. If only he was still at school, he wouldn’t have to deal with this.

The guards stayed outside as all 3 of the royals spent “chatting” with Farena. His sister-in-law caught him up on recent events and such. Cheka had basically jumped on top of his father and started screaming in his ear a bunch of random things, reminded Leona of another moment a while back.

At last, it was Leona’s turn. Leona didn’t want to have to talk in front of his sister-in-law and Cheka so he asked them if he could talk to Farena privately. He didn’t need his sister-in-law and Cheka getting on his case for scolding Farena. As they left Farena stared at Leona with shock. His little brother willing to talk to him 1 on 1? Never in a million years.

“ Don’t think I’m doing this for love or something like that. I’m here to make you realize how much of an idiot you are. Do you have any idea how much trouble would be caused if you die!?” Leona attempted to sound angry.

Farena laughed, ” You can’t be direct with your emotions can you?”

“Why you! I’m just stating how troublesome it would have been. It’s not like everyone could be like you, you kno-” Leona was cut off as he felt two arms embrace him.

“And no one needs to.” Farena felt tears fall on his shoulders.

“I’m glad your okay.”

“I’m glad too Leona. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to see this adorable reaction from you.”

“Shut up.”

“Hmph! Well I’m sorry I didn’t know you even cared for me for all of my life until now! Jokes aside though, I’m glad you return my care and love.”

“Of course I do, also you better not use this as blackmail Farena.”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

“Farena!” The two bickered on.

Little did they know, 2 other royals may have been watching through the door window watching the brothers reconcile.

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I hope you were able to enjoy your cup of tea~

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mayhemspreadingguy · 2 months

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the sketches were directly inspired by @posthumousvigor 's amazing series The Outcast's Gambit. I couldn't get it out of my head for days... my coping mechanism? draw.

#this fic is deeply rooted in my mind‚ and by now I finished reading it for the second time‚ so yes I do recommend it but #you know how it is‚ read the tags carefully‚ and if this is not your cup of tea clicking away is the path to take #mayhem art #obikin #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #star wars

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darstellung · 3 months

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#atla #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #zuko #atla sokka #atla zuko #prince zuko #not an official entry but still for fandomtrees event over at DreamWidth!#i just HAD to draw something in return for alchemicink who wrote a wonderful Picard & Guinan fic for me 🥺🥺🥺#and she had sokka and zuko and 'tea time' in her prompts!#fandomtrees

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wikiangela · 1 month

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples 💖

I'm still jumping between wips so here's another snippet of the cheating fic, this time a bit of Buck and Taylor arguing - I can't explain how much fun I'm having with this fic, this is so not my usual thing but it's just so fun haha

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“Can we do this tomorrow?” he asks, bringing his hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose. He’s getting a headache.

“No, we’re doing this now. Tell me what’s up.” she says, pulling at the covers when he tries to cover himself and turn away again.

“Jesus, Taylor, let it go. I’m fine. And it’s none of your business.” he snaps, pulling at the duvet a little harder.

“Fine.” he hears rustling, then the bed shifting. She got up. The light on her nightstand is still on. “I thought since we’re together, and live together, we’re pretty serious, and now you’re weird around me, and you don’t even touch me, so I thought it was my business, but clearly I was wrong.” she talks as she walks up to his- their closet and starts getting dressed. Now Buck looks at her, leaning up on his elbows.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh, watching as she takes off her nightshirt and starts putting on jeans. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” she replies, her tone feeling like a slap in the face. Buck deserves the real thing, actually.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @sunshinediaz @giddyupbuck @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @nmcggg @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @tizniz @daffi-990

#buddie cheating fic #seven sentence sunday #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#i was planning to write smth more before work but i had a bad morning so have this haha #they're not fighting directly about eddie just yet but also they kinda do taylor just doesn't know it lol #(also at this point they've lived together for only two weeks and buck's been weird the whole time so she finally snapped lol)#i know this isn't everyones cup of tea but tbh this is one of the very few things i felt excitement about lately so ill take what i can get #reminder that buck is lowkey the worst in this lmao sorry 🤣 tho they're all kinda the worst so whatever 🤣

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sigmoon · 5 months

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༘ ೀ⋆ Lupus In Fabula 「 Teaser 」

I’m working on a dark content series with Nikolai, which I will most likely post on my Ao3 when it’s ready; I have a feeling that tumblr might not be the right platform for this story. Below is a little sneak peek for you.

It was about time you’d get a new number. Each time your phone buzzed or rang, you felt sick with an eerie mix of contempt, fear, and heartache. You knew all those missed calls and unanswered text messages should be left ignored, but despite the hurt and the feeling of violation that was still stuck inside every fiber of your body, the yearning for what had been remained intense, no matter how many days passed with you tied to the safety of your bed, hidden underneath your duvet, as if things might go back to normal one day, if only you avoided reality for long enough. You felt unable to make a sound whenever you felt the weight of one of your parents sitting down on the edge of your bed, asking whether you were hungry or wanted to go outside for a few minutes to get some fresh air.

Their tone was too gentle and kind in your opinion. After betraying their trust, lying, stealing, taking all they’d done for you and spitting on it, driven so far to be willing to leave it all behind for a demon that would’ve soon devoured you entirely, leaving only the empty shell of your body behind, you felt undeserving of the care and understanding they offered you.

You could imagine the guilt that weighed down on the shoulders of your parents, threatening to crush them. How could they be angry with you when they were faced with the realization that you’d almost slipped through their fingers entirely, dragged away into the depths of hell by said demon? It upset you that there were no punishments, no screaming, nobody blaming you when all you longed for was a way to atone for what you’d done. Beneath your blanket, where all sounds were muffled and incoherent, their tender, pleading voices were drowned out by the deafening buzzing and ringing of your phone, taunting and mocking you for your naivety.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #bungo stray dogs nikolai #bsd nikolai #bsd x reader #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai smut #🕊️#dark content #dead dove do not eat #bsd smut #fics 📖#tea time #bsd imagines #nikolai imagines

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nationalnerdsociety · 11 months

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reminder that famous people are also just some guy, don’t put them on pedestals, be aware that they are not perfect and remember, men ain’t shit

#joker out #i read a fanfic earlier that turned into very juicy gossip on the comment section #specifically about some joker out members #don’t worry it wasn’t anything super terrible #but it was a welcome reminder that while fandom is wonderful it’s also important to remember the humanity of the people involved #and really no one is perfect #no one #people aren’t black and white and sometimes they’re shitty #that doesn’t make them bad people humans just are like that sometimes and other times they do better that’s just how it is #she deleted the fic since so i’m not gonna share the tea here but yeah #critical thinking is a great skill to have and we should all use it more

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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what are your svt fic recs??? like your holy grail??

took me a while to put this together BUT here it is!

disclaimer that i've been a carat for like . a month so it's a stretch to say i've read a lot of svt content. tho from what i've consumed so far, my favorites are listed under the cut :>

i'll start with the ones i found on ao3 first hehe

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by dontflailmenow × tags: s.coups x reader; camboy!cheol, enemies to lovers

the first EVER svt fic i've read, and it was just so WOW!!!! basically, reader recently broke up w her ex, which is seungcheol's best friend. cheol and mc aren't on the best of terms (always arguing etc.) so when she realizes that the camboy she's been lusting over to get over her ex turns out to be cheol, some...problems start to arise i'm pretty sure i saw this one around tumblr but i'm too lazy to find the op's blog i'm so sorry HEUUUHEU but i really loved it to pieces, and it ultimately flung me into svt fanfic tumblr altogether :D

The bore next door by HoneyAteez × tags: wonwoo x reader; blind dates, suffocation via cock LOL

another fic that i am fairly sure is cross-posted on tumblr too, but can't be assed to find -- your mother sets you up with good neighbor jeon wonwoo, and he turns out to be the worst sexual deviant on the face of the earth, fucking the soul out of your body right after the first date.

Walking in Traffic by versigny × tags: mingyu x reader; soulmate au, teens being teens

literally crying as i type this because it's one of the most beautiful coming of age stories i've ever read, and it was written back when i was still in mf HIGH SCHOOL 😭 reader and gyu find out they're soulmates way too early, and pretty much despise each other growing up, but they eventually come to terms with their soul bond along the line.

close proximity by chilligyu × tags: mingyu x reader; roommates, LOTS OF ANGST

there's no explicit smut in this one, but the plot twists and the narration itself threw me in for SUCH a goddamn loop that it would be a hate crime not to include this here. mingyu becomes reader's roommate upon bff!wonwoo's recommendation, and they and up falling for each other, and [gets dragged off stage because spoilers]

now for the tumblr recs!

sapiosexual by @smileysuh × tags: s.coups x reader; sugar daddy au, psych daddy!cheol,,,,

it's a pretty straightforward sugar daddy au, but what makes it different is how it's written, y'know? cheol clearly lays all of the details for he and reader to agree on, making sure all the boundaries are clear and there aren't any blurred lines. seungkwan as your best friend is also a really enjoyable addition (he's the one who coined the term psych daddy LOL), AND i just love the author's humor in general.... quirofilia [bursts out laughing]

A Break by @smileysuh (again bc i'm obsessed w their work) × tags: mingyu x reader x wonwoo; svt as babysitters, budding poly

so op has an entire assortment of meanie poly fics, but this one is probably my most favorite bc it touches on a more endearing and responsible side to mingyu :') he and reader just can't sit down and fuck because he's busy worrying about their child every ten minutes LOL. enter jeon wonwoo, who is not only baby saebyeok's favorite uncle, but has been pining for the reader since time immemorial. of course, gyu has known all along, and asks them if they're both down to have a threesome (this is literally a terrible way to summarize the story, but i suggest you just read it <3) OH OH bonus: hoshi tries to sacrifice the baby to the tiger gods in a summoning circle made of tiger plushies. if that doesn't sell this fic for you, i don't know WHAT will

Love, Actually by @haet-sal × tags: jun x reader; cheating but not really? whipped single dad!jun

aka the fic that catalyzed my jun brain damage. reader works as jun's secretary but she isn't very...good at her job, but he keeps her around anyway bc 1.) his kid likes her, and 2.) HE likes her. problem is: she has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend, but Because that boyfriend-not-boyfriend is an asshole, she kind of uses jun as a constant rebound, poor guy (it has a happy ending tho i promise!!)

an untitled dk friends 2 lovers by @husbandhoshi × tags: dk x reader; idiots in love

this is actually preceded by 2 more drabbles from the op, but i'm linking this one specifically bc it made me physically long for big dick boyfriend lee seokmin. the thing i like most about smut written for dk is that he's ALWAYS so fun and endearing and lovable in bed, and what's more is that this one's a friend to lovers fic, so there's YEARS worth of pining and puppy love to spice up the sex hehehehehehe it really really deserves more recognition !!

right where you left me by @tonicandjins × tags: wonwoo x reader; exes getting back together, ANGST

i have a shitty memory so i can't go into the specifics on what this fic is about. it's one of the first ones i read on tumblr, but it's been a hot minute but i DO remember writhing in bed right after reading it, so it definitely earns a spot on the rec list! reader and wonwoo lived together in their hometown, but had to break up when wonwoo moves to seoul and he just couldn't make any compromises. bonus points for best friend hoshi on this one <;3

that's pretty much it for now! i'm so sorry if any of the authors mentioned didn't want to be tagged 🤒🤒 i just thought i'd share my thoughts abt ur work while sharing them w the rest of my followers UEUEUEUE

#🍵 tea time #anon #📁 kai's fic recs #if you have any recs 4 me just leave an ask HEHE #always down to gobble up gewd content #recs: seventeen 💎

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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days where i have nothing to do: ohhhh im so sleepy im so so tired no one is more eepy than me

nights where i have to wake up at a set time: I Have Never Been More Awake In My Life

#help my eyes keep drifting back open #im trying all my tricks #cozy couch setup. whale shark plush to cling to. low lights. wendigoon iceberg in the bg. laughingstock imaginings in brain #IM WIDE TF AWAKE AND HAVE TO GET UP IN LESS THAN 7 HOURS #fuckfuckfuck did i pack my melatonin gummies already by mistake #i mean its not like i have to drive or anything #but id like to be... Aware. Available to converse with my dearest darling bestie #because i Am going to see my bestie!#absolutely unprompted #huh wait when was the last time i talked to a real life person in front of me. um.#its... been a couple weeks #NOT A MONTH YET THIS TIME! LESS THAN A MONTH!#but ohhhhh i am excited #tea with the homeslicebreadslice... joint Art creation....#BEING OUT IN THE WORLD AHAHA I WILL BE TEMPORARILY FREE #clawing at the walls let me OUT #gonna start biting this house i swear to god #i cant wait to be free of it. i hope it burns in the next big wildfire #OK WAIT NEW PLAN. i washed my mug and i have chamomile tea #i will drink some warm soothing tea uhhhhh maybe re-read a fic?#willing myself not to read stamps for the millionth time. im gonna read stamps for the millionth time #listen listen i love it and also im starving for fic #one day i will contribute but for now im poking ao3 with a stick begging it to do something #Soon though. i have a feeling. a strong psychic feeling.#Soon... something will Appear... i know this because my third eye is open #also i know because i know. OR DO I #im so tired yet so awake at the same time #someone whack me over the head with a cartoon mallet so that i may go to sleep with little birdies circling my head #wait shit those are vultures. IM NOT DEAD YET FUCK OFF #please i need to go snzzzzzz.... my alarm will be Going Off...

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frownyalfred · 1 year

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I mean this in the best, most educational way:

You don’t get a gold star for not liking something.

If a tag, story or trope isn’t your thing, it doesn’t make you better — or more interesting, pure, appropriate, etc.

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beanghostprincess · 10 days

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sanuso and shuggy shippers were always like this or is it new? Just accept your ships will never be anything near popular and recognisable. Hey maybe it’s not the ugly part, which they are and maybe there’s a reason Oda decided to do that.

but just you are not the only ones calling dibs on depth.

You guys have obvious inferiority complex to other ships. shaggy was fine but then 1082 happened and you got rabies. Whenever there’s any convo comparing mishanks and shuggy you just use “DEEPTH”. I just wait for other backstories and I wonder what copium you will use then

Have you considered drinking one of these

#you are going into people's blogs to complain and i am the one with the inferiority complex?#which it is true by the way but that stays between me and my sanuso fics #how many times do i have to ask people to not involve me into ship wars #I LITERALLY SHIP MISHANKS TOO ????????????? AND OTHER SANJI/USOPP SHIPS?????????#i am a multishipper and it is SO hard for me to find a ship i DON'T like #out of all the people in this site why send this to ME i am literally shipping these characters with EVERYONE #anyway do you want some tea and a massage bc maybe that way you won't be so rude

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litt1e-prince · 8 months

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you guys DONT understand- i read this line from Smiles Taken AU fic and just havent been the same since- went out of my way to learn perspective

#U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE 15 - 17 Y/O XIAOTIAN #NO SPOILERS #BUT OH MY GOD #i wanted to make his room filled with all his stuff #I WANTED TO MAKE IT MESSY- HES TRAPPED THERE #ITS HIS PRISON. its like when u stare at white walls so long that u go insane so u have to add some peresonality to it #ALSO YEA ITS A REDSON PLUSH- IDC IF HE DOESNT HAVE ONE UHHH I MADE IT FOR HIM #i jumped into the taken au timeline. gave xiaotian therapy and taught him about the illusion of choice and then handed him a redson plushie #ALSO THIS IS A WIP I WILL COMPLETE IT #but sketches are so easy and line art + colour + shading is not SO. IT MAY TAKE TIME BUT!! THE CHAPTER JUST DROPPED AND I COULDNT WAIIIIT #my art #xiaotian #taken au fic #lmk #wip #can u spot the tea cups in his room #listen okay i love mk from this fic - i do. i would say hes my favourite #but xiaoxiao? he came for my heart in this new chapter. like. yeah okay - hes my favourite twin now im sorry-#his rebellion? his angst? WHAT I KNOW ABOUT FUTURE HIM...#LISTEN NEZHA AND MK ARE THE BEST UNCLE/NEPHEW DUO THEY ARE THE BEST DUO IN THIS FIC IMO #BUT XIAOTAIN AND REDSON CAN TAKE THE WHEEL RN THEY DESERVE IT.#lowkey v excited to add colour to this piece- i dont wanna do lineart tho sobbin

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writinginthesecrettrees · 5 months

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honestly the WORST fucking thing is when a fic does a bait-and-switch.

When it pretends it's gonna be wincest or sastiel, but that's really just the physical and it's all about how emotionally it's really destiel.

Like.

My dude.

Please just TAG IT AS SUCH. Go ahead and throw the physical pairing on, but please please PLEASE add that it's mostly about unrequited destiel.

(i have also seen this bait-and-switch in RPF, where it pretended it was gonna be a j2 fic but was really about how in love Jensen and Misha were and LET ME TELL YOU the author did NOT appreciate commenters telling them "uh, you might want to add a tag onto this")

#fanfic etiquette #tagging etiquette #wank adjacent #sorta #like i get that it's a lot of people's cuppa tea #but it's MY personal NOtp #so please please please #stop with the bait and switch #my click may give your fic one more view #but it is not a happy view #and it kinda ruins my day when i only had time for ONE fic #anti destiel #for safety

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rush-the-stars · 3 months

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something i think about a lot is how like. a lot of kinks within fic are no longer the character study they used to be. like its Just There. and therefore makes it weirdly….plain? or removed from the reason it was originally maybe taboo or NOT vanilla?

not to be like “back in my day…” but i’ve been in fandom spaces for like 10 or so years now? and i felt like awhile ago, you’d read a fic with a specific kink and it’d be like 60k+ and largely it was a study on the character(s) and why and how they’d have this kink. maybe if they denied it or were embarrassed or how they even can become comfortable with it. what circumstances would give them this desire.

the fic itself sometimes felt more like someone’s thesis on why these characters would have sex like this. but it kinda amped everything up? it gave it context and build up and conflict.

not to say its bad or that writers can’t also do the same in shorter fic. but ig i feel like now its mostly just. like the kink is Just There. and there’s not a huge justification for it—not that there always has to be!

this isn’t hate to anyone or anything in particular its more just me musing. ig sometimes i miss the days when character study type fics were very popular.

#i think its also the reason i write ridiculously long fics??#i kinda treat all of them like character studies in some regard #my brain has a hard time turning off the like How Would They Get In This Scenario #Let Me Explain #button #which to me feels better to do but may not be everyone’s cup of tea which is all good #anyways i was thinking ab this specifically w d*ddy kink #or in general d/s dynamics #i do in fact miss the days when folks would write loooong fic explaining how why and in what ways a character or characters would #engage in a d/s dynamic #and it’d be this gradual build up and exploration of character #and quite frankly sexuality #i think i could tie this back to capitalism and making things more digestible more marketable and in the end less human #anyways #cielo rambles!

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lavendersartistry · 30 days

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We started on the sleepover fic, DogDay contemplating his relationship with Z

#queen card | tis the chess #space riders au #finally getting to the fic #time to listen to the tea folks

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oh-snapperss · 2 years

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7, with SOFT ethubs please, because i can't take any more heartbreak <33

7. Handwritten/Promised (x)

(Edit: This fic is on ao3! Read here)

It’s a no-sleeping night, Bdubs decides.

Nights like these are rare–Bdubs isn’t known as the sleep king for nothing. Some nights, however, Bdubs just… can’t rest. Some nights, his thoughts win out, and sleep is nowhere to be found.

Nights like these, Bdubs likes to set up a campfire and stargaze. It’s a tradition he’s developed over the years, typically accompanied by Etho, but the last few months he’s done it alone, in silence and a solitude he doesn’t exactly mind, but certainly doesn’t love.

Tonight, he sets up just outside of the monolith, campfire crackling away and a couple logs set out to sit on. The stars aren’t out just yet, but the sun is setting and he’s settled in for a long night of wandering thoughts.

Soft footsteps sound behind him, and Bdubs turns to see Etho, mask on and carrying several blankets. He doesn’t say anything, but places the blankets on the ground before disappearing back in the monolith. Bdubs waits, slightly apprehensive. They’ve not talked a ton since Etho turned up in the basement a few hours previously–it’s not that they weren’t talking, more that neither of them knew quite what to say, given the last few months.

Etho reappears, and Bdubs catches the scent of the tea they used to drink wafting through the air. Earl Grey for Bdubs, and some sort of strange lavender lemonade tea Bdubs is pretty sure Etho makes from scratch. He has yet to try it, as he’s content to keep to the known, but one of these days he’ll try it. Maybe.

(Not.)

“Mind if I join you?” Etho extends one of the mugs towards Bdubs, and Bdubs takes it gratefully, hands curling around the heat of the mug. Then Etho sinks to the ground on the other side of the campfire, legs crossed. He places his mask on the log next to him.

I love you, I made you tea.

For a moment, they’re both silent, watching the sky above. Stars begin to blink into existence, the moon rising from its place of slumber. And then–

“Where’d you go?” Bdubs fixes his gaze at Etho, still not used to the fact Etho is right there, finally.

“Here and there. My own world, mostly. Did some projects. Got a horse. Got chased by another giant cat. You know how it is,” Etho’s voice is steady, but Bdubs catches the wistfulness in his voice.

I missed you, I’m sorry for leaving.

“You gonna head back there?” Bdubs winces at the clear pleading in his voice. Please don’t.

“Nah, I got things to do here,” Etho keeps his tone light, sipping at his concoction and sighing in contentment. “I reckon it’ll be a bit before I head offworld again.”

“That so?”

Etho hums quietly. Casting his gaze upwards again, Bdubs notices how still the woods are, tonight. Typically the trees are filled with the noise of creatures scurrying, bushes rustling, and monsters groaning in the distance, but tonight the earth is quiet, like it's holding its breath. Waiting for something.

“You know… I would have given you the life. If I’d known.” Etho blurts it out, and Bdubs’ gaze snaps over. He’s staring at his own mug, and Bdubs is reminded of a time when they’d done something similar, only with a fence separating them, and the threat of… well, Bdubs looming over them.

Bdubs clears his throat once, twice, before he trusts himself to respond. “No you wouldn’t’ve,” and he knows he’s right. “But I wouldn’t have either.”

There’s another long pause, but Etho moves slightly closer, shifting out of where the campfire smoke started blowing in his face. “Yeah… I guess not. But I am sorry.”

“I know.” Bdubs closes his eyes to listen to the campfire crackling. He tries to forget another lifetime, when the campfire wasn’t close enough to feel its full warmth.

The moon is farther in the sky now. Bdubs shivers slightly at the chill creeping into his bones, that kind of cold that a campfire cannot drive out. Seconds later, he feels a blanket around his shoulders, wrapping him with care he’s not truly felt since before Last Life. Etho’s hands linger for a moment, holding the blanket around him until Bdubs’ hands brush his to hold it in place, then retract.

I love you. I want you to be warm.

Etho shuffles backward, but not to his original place. This time he rests an arms length from Bdubs, laying on his back to gaze up at the stars. His mug is empty, over on the ground across the fire. He always finished his tea first, fast enough to where Bdubs was almost sure he’d burned off his taste buds ages ago.

Bdubs finishes his own tea, now lukewarm, and… god, Etho is beautiful.

His breath catches at the way the moonlight is reflecting in Etho’s hair. His eyes are full of the stars, mask thrown off to the side somewhere across the campfire, and Bdubs can’t help but reach a hand over to Etho, lightly dragging his hand through his hair. Etho leans into it, craning his head slightly to move into Bdubs’ touch.

“...’m not gonna leave like that,” Etho mumbles, “not again,” and Bdubs feels a part of him crumble.

“You… you left me. Alone.” He doesn’t move his hand from Etho’s hair, but pauses his movements to gather his thoughts. “You left me, and I waited and waited, and the moon….”

Bdubs doesn’t look up at the sky, now. “It fell. And you weren’t there for the start of the season, or anything…”

I love you, and you weren’t there.

Bdubs shivers under the blanket again, and this time Etho pushes himself up, moving to sit against Bdubs. His arms wrap around Bdubs, holding him tightly against his chest. Shifting, Bdubs lets himself curl into Etho.

“That’s not gonna happen again.”

Bdubs can feel Etho’s heartbeat, with his head resting against Etho’s chest. It’s steady, much steadier than the last time he felt it. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Etho presses a kiss against Bdubs’ hair, lingering a moment longer than necessary before pulling back.

They both know Etho will leave again, for months. But it’s clarity, at least, and Bdubs trusts Etho to at least tell him next time.

I love you. I want you with me.

Bdubs turns his head up towards Etho, and Etho meets him. His hand brushes Etho’s face softly as he pulls him into their first kiss in months.

I love you.

And overhead, there’s a shooting star.

#ethubs #etho #bdubs #hermitshipping #shoutout to tunastime for giving me permission to reference their hot tea fic!#<3 #hope you like anon #hot tea concept my beloved it was time to write this i think #my fics

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Layin' Down the Law

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

WC: 4.7k

Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?

Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking

A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕

p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3

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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you.

Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things.

You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.

“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.

“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.

“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.

“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.

“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together.

“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.

“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips.

“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.

“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare.

Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.

The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.

“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.

“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze.

“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.

“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.

“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”

“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.

“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.

“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title.

“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.

You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.

“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.

“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it.

“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.

“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.

“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily.

“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely.

You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.

Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.

“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.

Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.

Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.

“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face.

The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.

His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.

Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.

“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words.

Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.

The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.

You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.

After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.

“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”

One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.

Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.

Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.

From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.

“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.

You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.

“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you.

“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.

“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.

“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.

You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”

Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.

Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.

“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.

“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance.

“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.

“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly.

“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass.

“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips.

He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit.

“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.

The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra.

You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you.

“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you.

“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.

“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.

“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come.

You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming.

“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.

“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”

“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.

“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed.

“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.

Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.

“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”

You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.

“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear.

After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.

You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.

“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.

With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.

“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.

You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.

The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.

You’d let him.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.

“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.

Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.

Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.

“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.

“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.

“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.

“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.

“Like I need to do this more often.”

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