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1. spend all my serotonin on you. by covetimp

   Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)  

   • Explicit
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • F/M
   • Complete Work

   29 Dec 2025

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Wicander Halovar/Tyranny
   • Wicander Halovar & Tyranny
   • Wicander Halovar
   • Tyranny (Critical Role)
   • Thimble (Critical Role)
   • Teor Pridesire
   • Kattigan Vale
   • Alcohol
   • Drunken Kissing
   • Drunk Sex
   • tyranny has a lower body like a satyr because i say so
   • whitney tried to get tyranny and wick to drink together during the campaign and i said oh allow me
   • Hand Jobs
   • Grinding
   • No Beta We Die Like Wicander's Faith
   • Not Leaving Room For The Beam

   Summary

   Somewhere in the race of drunken thoughts, Wicander wonders if Tyranny’s been craving him all along. He can’t fathom she’s had many chances at indulgence, not when she’d spent all of her mortal life thus far pretending to be his pious follower. Yet she moves like she knows exactly what she wants. Like she’s imagined this before. Possibly more than once. Has she touched herself before? And if she has, did she ever think of him?

   (or wick and tyranny have a little too much to drink together)

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   English

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