This is mainly Madelespresso, YogurtLilac, Cloverice and more idk I love Espresso, Lilac and Licorice okay. (Not actually mainly those ships now) Just random stuff when i'm bored or something (Originally this was only going to be just a smutshot but eh)

:b 🍋-lemon 🌱-lime 💕-fluff [there's like one chapter w/ angst, and is bad] These oneshots honestly aren't that good I wrote these in 2021 soo yeah 🧍

Una pequeña historia. Amor entre un profesor y un humano-robot o un androide. ❝ ❐;; Madeleine/Activo ❝ ❐;; Espresso/Pasivo . ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈ . ⠈. ⠈.⠈ೃ_.⠈. ⠈. ✦•······················•🦋•······················•✦ . ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈ . ⠈. ⠈.⠈ೃ_.⠈. ⠈. ∙♡°┇Este libro posiblemente contenga lemon en un futuro capitulo, así que por favor lean bajo su criterio. ┇°♡∙

El peor fanfic que me invente en la cabeza en media madrugada

IDK UH TW: MOST LIKELY SMUT, SWEARING, BLOOD, MENTION OF DEATH, IDK JUST READ THIS AT HIGH RISK- Also characters belong to devsisters

MAKING ONE CAUSE I COULDN'T EVEN FUCKING FOUND A SINGLE ONE (I THINK)

smut1 by:mutltifandom_writez ao3 (Mostly espressoleine) (bottom madeline)

Espresso is magic major,leading at a prestigious university.He's very cold to others and says that being by himself is how he relaxes.They're sister Latte doesn't agree much. He's loneliness gets the better of them at times,but continue to be cold and shallow Until, one of Espresso best friends,Madeleine starts to catch his eye.He starts to form something more than friendship. Madeleine's starts to break Espresso's bitter outer shells,and makes his way into the sweet center core of Espresso.. Thanks to my friend for helping making this! Updates every Monday,Friday,Saturday,and if I can,Sunday!

ᴇsᴘʀᴇssᴏ x ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴇɴᴇ - ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ʀᴜɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 01.14.23 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: 04.21.23 ╭──────────.★..─╮ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ: ♡: @Iwantpotates ♡: @Channeaunn1731 ♡: @Espressoisthebest ╰─..★.──────────╯ Cover photo not mine !! Creds to the owner !!!!

WARNING, THIS FANFICTION WILL INCLUDE POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, POWER IMBALANCE, AND SIMILAR TOPICS - The whispering of trees blowing in the wind was all he heard as he stopped dead in his tracks. The strong smell of blood rushes to his nose. He would never be able to get that image out of his head. That image of the coffee mage splayed out in the empty clearing, staining the forest red. This was never going to happen ever again. He would never let it happen again. No matter what it takes.