#cro fanfic

[strxife]

Warnings: Mature themes, 13+ content

Vampire Aristocrat!Cro x Poor Villager!Reader

Precocious Tutor teaser~

Fandom:dear dere

Side note : Y'all go cancel Hoshi she made me work my butt off making this just to ask someone else and tell them theirs was better IN FRONT of me 😃 /joke but not really fiwuerfhuwui

Also say hello to Mr.clean guys! @nymphicmuse

Just how did you get in this predicament? You thrash to stop his mouth becoming closer and closer to your collarbone but his hold… His hold on you was too tight but not too much for it to be suffocating. I’m the end your thrashing was coming in vain when he opens his mouth preparing his fangs as you brace for impact.

But how did you fall for it all? Now that you think about it your life does flash before your eyes. Is he going to suck on you empty you till you're pale and bony, or will he have mercy on you? Now you have time to think and it’s true what he said you’ve been incredibly dumb, that’s the only way you can phrase it right now as you thrashing becomes slower until it stops.

A couple days earlier-

You just got home from getting groceries just to be greeted with a black card without an envelope on top of the carpet to your house. You look at it strangely before you go down on one knee and examine it wanting to see what’s on this mysterious letter. ‘Shouldn’t there be a envelope?’ You think to such a weird letter and also couldn’t they just put it in the mail box?

Picking it up you get back on your feet and read the front in your head. ‘Hello we are interested in your assistance with a tutoring job.If you are interested please report to report to the top of the mountain at the mansion if you accept the offer you will get 3k per week.’

You stare at it blankly. 3K!? ‘No,no,no I must’ve read it wrong let me re read it…’ You re read it again with a look of shock it’s definitely the right number. Then you look at it with disgust… ‘It’s one of those rich aristocrats that live in the upside of the town they’re out here paying 3k for jobs while we suffer just to support our families.’

You doubt anyone is going to actually go it’s probably some lame joke by them.You crumple it up into your pocket not caring if you damage the letter. You know they were just testing you... joking that they have the luxury of mindlessly paying people 3k.

What a sick joke.

little did you know in due time you would desperately need that money.

“Papa what do you mean they cut off our funds!?” You speak harshly to your grandpa who only responds with sweet sorrowful murmurs. "The aristocrats are paying more and more taxes and we now don't have enough money to support us..."

He strokes your back soothingly as your sorrowful cries echo in the small room as the couch creaks with each tremble of your thighs as you papa embraces you in a pleasantly soothing hug.

"It's all going to be alright [Y/N] I'll find a way to get us some money." he whispers in your ear...how is your sweet and caring old grandpa going to get enough money to pay for the aristocrats unreasonably high taxes

No you can't depend on your sick old grandpa anymore hes already endured so much...you cant put him through that at least anymore.

You were walking around cleaning the house when you stumble upon something on the kitchen counter curious you take a look. 'Its..the same card?' the same card you got today was in your hands which you thought you had crumpled. In horror you go to your pocket fishing out the crumpled card.

You found it how was another one on the kitchen counter. You set them next to each other feeling weird about the current predicament when you hear your name.

"[Y/N] Is something wrong?" your grandpa sweetly calls out. You cant worry him with this.... "Nothing Pa! Just looking through our papers!" you say as normal as you can muster.

He gives you a half hearted nod as if he still didn't believe your words 'Dang Pa is really smart.' you think in your mind before rereading the card once more glazing your pointer finger over the words as you read in a swift movement.

'Maybe this might not be a joke?' you ponder in your mind before intensely shaking your head no, it must be a joke everyone in the downside of town gets under paid they would never give away over a cent for commoners.

But what if it wasn't a joke what if you were the one who doomed your weak papa? What would that feeling be like even if there was the slimmest of chances of helping your papa you would take it.

'This is what I need to do' you grip the letter lightly knowing the extra letter on the kitchen counter could have been a sign to stop holding back and help who needs you the most.

You decided.

You will go to the mansion...*ehm* castle on top of the hill/mountain....

and thats how it started....

[shmolish]

AN: IM OUT HERE SIMPING FOR ANYTHING THAT BREATHES. anyway ♡

BUT OMG, EHEHEHEHEB 🤭

Longan Dragon x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: just fluff

-Falling in love-

A cool spring breeze flows throughout a flowery medow, causing the grass to sway. Resting in the middle of the field were the Ivory Dragon and yourself.

Quite the rare scene indeed, since getting Longan dragon to agree to something as trivial as making flower crowns is a very difficult thing to manage.

They themself had wondered why they agreed to it. There was nothing particularly special about the day; you had just randomly asked if they'd like to make the things with you.

And despite that, they couldn't bring themself to say no.

So here the two of you were: sitting in a large, open field as you taught Longan how to make flower crowns.

"And just like this-" you held up the end result and showed it to them. "Ta-da!" A bright smile was on your face.

Longan would continue giving you that cold, emotionless stare they always had on their face. If you hadn't known them well, you'd think they were uninterested.

But of course, if Longan saw this as a waste of time, they would have said so already.

You leaned towards them, carefully placing the now complete flower crown atop their head.

If it were anyone else trying to get this close to them, Longan would have killed them already.

So why were you the anomaly?

You hadn't done anything to earn this dragon's respect. All you ever did was talk with them sometimes or complete small projects such as this one.

The way you treated them as if they couldn't destroy you at any second... How content you always were.

It was so naive... yet so captivating and peaceful at the same time.

It couldn't be.. had Longan developed a soft-spot for you? Had you melted this uncaring dragon's cold heart?

Your voice soon snapped them out of their daze.

"Here, you make one next!" You placed some freshly picked flowers into their hands and began to recite the steps to them.

It was easy, of course. Creating flower crowns was not something beyond the Ivory Dragon.

The thing that troubled them so much was that lingering question.

Why were you the anomaly?

How is it that after such a long time living, their ideals would eventually bend to your will?

Perhaps they should have been upset. But, they just couldn't feel that way. It was a rather odd feeling, actually, though not bad.

In fact, it was quite nice. It made them feel as if all of the flowers in the meadow shone just a little brighter.

"Oh, you're finished already?" You took the flower crown out of their hands and carefully examined it. "You're a natural at this!"

You handed the crown back to them and continued to sit peacefully.

Longan would just gaze at the object, thinking.

"You know, I really enjoy the time we spend together," You'd say randomly.

They looked up to meet your gaze. "You do? I don't think I'm very good company.." they'd respond.

"Sure you are! Why else do you think I asked you to join me today?"

Longan looked back down at the crown before placing it on your head, leaving a touch that seemed to linger for just a little too long..

A subtle blush spread across your face as you continued to smile.

It was in that moment that everything clicked for them.

Why they adored you so much, why they wanted nothing more than to be around you, and to protect you.

Why their heart beat just a bit faster around you, and why your smile had long since become one of their favorite views.

Why their ideals would bend for you, why they agreed to this rather stupid idea of making crowns out of flowers.

Why they thought of you so often, and why for the first time in a long while, they felt something other than hate.

They were falling in love, and there wasn't any way it could be undone.

Hopefully you're ready for what consequences would come from this.

[iammyownsaviour]

Witch Meets... Witch?

read on AO3

100 wc, Kiki's Delivery Service & The Boy and the Heron, Lady Himi (The Boy and the Heron)/Kiki (Kiki's Delivery Service), Pre-Femslash, Crossover Pairing, G-rating, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, part 22 of Femslash February 2024

Summary: For some reason Kiki feels home at Himi's little cottage.

[sadsoftserve]

-Promises- An EE minific

(this is angsty. Really angsty. It's Bonnies backstory breaked down into a simple ~1,800 word one shot. This contains REALLY SENSITIVE CONTENT. The mentions of Domestic abuse, SA, and attempted murder. PLEASE IF ANY OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU AND OR MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. DO. NOT. READ. This is oc centric. Focuses on Bonnie, with mentions of her mom (Reseda) and her uncle, Ramsey..Not canon to EE. This is Fanwork)

Most of my early childhood was spent blocking out the screams of my parents, and hiding in the moist attic playing with whatever old anquite I could find. No matter what happened within the day, my drunk ‘dad’ would always find a way to beat me or my mother. I stayed as far as I could from them, out of fear it would happen to me. My mother was an amazing woman, Reseda Murdoch was her name, she worked tirelessly at a local library to support me and the drunk she was with. When she worked she often took me with her, she didn't want to leave me alone with the man who frequently beat us.

“Bonnie, baby, come on…” My mother gently cooed. “You know what happens when we’re late.” She loudly whispered as I sped up to match where she was walking. I didn't talk much as a kid, I had no need too. If I did speak it was because I absolutely had too. I shared a lot of physical attributes with my mom, the olive green eyes, and the red hair were the most prevalent. As we walked down the streets of the hood part of Sweet Jazz, my mother held my hand and prayed. Like she always did. She wasn't religious, just hopeful. Hopeful that one day the bastard would drop dead from alcohol poisoning or a drive-by. Me and my mother walked fast, the sooner we arrived the lesser the beating would be.

The closer we got to the house the more anxious my mother got. If we were lucky the bastard would already be asleep and we would go the day unscathed. 

Other days, we weren't so lucky. Like today, as soon as we walked through the door his abhorrent screaming was heard. From where I was standing I could smell the alcohol on his breath. The slurring I was used to, the smell got worse every time I inhaled it. “Wher’ the hell have you beeen!” He grabbed my mother's collar and she let out a yelp. “Keep yer’ mouth shut, whore!” He broke the bud light bottle over her shoulder as she dropped to the ground, holding back tears. She couldn't cry in front of him, if she did it would get worse. He spat in front of her and threw the bottle down next to her. “Get me another ‘ne."

My mother nodded as she quickly stood up and ran to the kitchen to grab the beer he had yelled for. He glared at me. He didn't like me. Not one bit. I was his plaything. Something he could manipulate and play with at his leisure. I didn't know it was a crime. Looking back on it, the nights he would beat my mom so bad to the point of unconsciousness, were the nights he used me. I was five. I was barely a child, and yet he found it amusing to make me do things for him and his friends. Things I didn't know were bad or taboo. He touched me In places I didn't know were private to me. He did the same to my mother, but worse. I could hear her screams, and his beatings as he brutally assaulted my mother. My mother often found herself confiding in my uncle. She called him on our old landline we kept in the attic.

“Ramsey… I can't do this anymore…” She sobbed out into the landline, I was never able to hear my uncle's voice on the other line. But I'd always imagine he sounded like a superhero. Like one from the cartoons. Looking back on it I should've known that's not what he sounded like, but the way my mother talked about him made him seem like a hero. “No… don't do that… he’ll- he’ll beat me worse…” Another unnervingly lengthy pause. She nodded and started to jot down a long string of numbers on an old bill. “O-okay… I'll try. Thank you…” She hung up. She looked at me. I was her pride and joy, she loved me more than she loved herself. Was as fiddling with an old doll I kept up there. “Bonnie… baby, come here.”

I obeyed her actions and went to her sitting in her lap, as she stroked my hair. “Love, your hair is getting so long… it almost looks like mine…” she sighed. “Bonnie, you can talk around me… you don't have to be quiet all the time…” I shrugged. I didn't like speaking. Everytime I did I would be told to shut up by the man who dared to call himself my ‘father’. She sighed once more. “We’ll be out of here soon. I promise. Its gonna be me and you against the world.” She smiled softly.

I leaned my head against her chest and closed my eyes. Listening to her heartbeat. It had an irregular pattern, but it was still soothing. I found myself falling asleep on her as she hummed a simple tune. 

A lot of my nights were spent like this. Cradled up in my mother's arms, years went by, repeating the same cycle of abuse. My mother, beaten and sexually assaulted, I, beaten and sexually assaulted. I was about 9 when ‘The incident' happened. That's what me and my uncle call it. It was December 27th, a cold, windy night for Sweet Jazz. Instead of spending my nights on the attic, I spent it outside. I would play with rocks, sticks, or any snake I could find. The usual screaming match was happening inside, bottles being thrown, punches landing, I was used to it. This particular night I was playing with a small wooden snake I had gotten for Christmas, it was small and bendy. I found myself growing fond of it. I was in my own little world, when the sounds of a gunshot were heard, and the blood curdling scream of my mother followed. The neighbors lights turned on as they heard the screams of my mother. 

The gates between our houses were simple wired fences. Missus Poppy lived next door, she was an older woman, about in her mid sixties. She ran outside upon hearing my mom's scream. Her bonnet and fluffy robe swayed in the late night chill. “Bonnie..? What's going on?” She asked me, I simply shrugged my shoulders.

“I don't know…” I said meekly. Missus Poppy ran around her house to the front door, which she banged on.

“Ray! Reseda! What on god's green earth is going on!” Her voice was loud, it awoke some of the other people on the block. We lived in the hood, hearing a gunshot wasn't rare, but it wasn't common either. We were a tight knit community, everyone looking out for one another, but my mom hid our abuse so well, no one suspected we were being abused. “I swear Ray, I have the police on speed dial!” My father answered the door, gun in his hand. He swung it open, letting the scene of what just happened be seen by everyone on our porch. Missus Poppys face fell immediately, and her dark skin turned a shade lighter. She put her hands over her mouth as she put her arm in front of me.

I saw it all. It was graphic. He shot my mother. Right in the stomach. She was barely clinging onto life. I pushed past missus Poppy, and my ‘father’. I didn't care if he shot me, do it, I couldn't care anymore. I ran to her side, stepping in the grotesque amount of blood spilling out of her. The authorities and my uncle were already being called. “Momma…?” I said, tears spilling from my eyes.

“...Bon-nie… baby…” She lifted a weak hand to put on my face. She gently caressed it. “Baby… I don't think mommas gonna make it…” she winced in pain as she held her stomach with her free hand. I could see the life slowly draining from her, and I didn't want that to happen.

“But… what about our promise…? You promised you'd always be here for me… you said everything would get better…”  I cried. My knees were soaking up the blood that was on the floor. My once purple leggings were now stained red, with my own mother's blood.

“B-baby… I'm sorry…” She said, her own tears spilling from her eyes. “I… want you to know…” The sounds of ambulances and police sirens were heard outside, along with the angry shouts of my uncle. “I want… you to know… that whatever happens… I'll still be here with you… and that… I'll love you no matter what… okay..?” 

I nodded. “Okay… promise?” I asked.

“Promise…” She gave me a pinky promise. The paramedics quickly came and scooped her away. Nine year old me was left on the kitchen floor, kneeing in a puddle of my mother's own blood. I was in shock… then I broke down. I let out blood curdling wails of pain and grief. I was nine.

No nine year old should go through that.

The police had to hold back my uncle from completely beating my ‘father’ to death. At this point in time, I believe he was out on parole. The police were trying to make sure he didn't break it. He was shouting curses, profanity of all kinds.

“COUNT YOUR FUCKIN’ DAYS RAY! JUST WAIT TILL I GET BACK INTO PRISON! COUNT YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN’ DAYS!” I had never seen my uncle so angry. He was usually a calm guy. His body was entirely gold, he was ready and wanted to fight. I went outside, still crying, upon seeing me, he immediately stopped his angry rant and shoved the officers off of him. He ran up to me and gave me something I desperately needed. A hug. I cried into his shoulder. Staining his bright red Hawaiian shirt with tears.

“Bonnie… kid.” He said softly. He stroked my hair, just like momma did. “It'll be alright. Just… let it out…” I could tell he was fighting back tears too. His nose was scrunched up as his eyes closed tightly. He held me close.

Somehow, I had a stroke of luck. My ‘father’ was charged with attempted murder, two counts of domestic violence, child abuse, rape of a minor, and rape. He got life in prison. But, my luck ran out quick. My mother was out in a coma, to save her. She hasn't awoken yet. I was put in the foster system until I was twelve. Bounced homes frequently, I became a delinquent, fights, juvie, you name it. Foster homes didn't want me, I was trouble. The city had no choice but to stick me with my uncle. Ramsey Murdoch had a criminal record, but it was all petty. Embezzlement, forgery stuff like that.

He's a great caregiver. He supports me, gives me a good life I didn't have when I was younger. Hell I think he's even talking to Micah's mom. Maybe rat man will get hitched? I'm glad I still have someone out there to take care of me. Sure, he sucks at it sometimes. But I love my Uncle, he's still that hero a dreamed of when I was little.

Maybe one day we'll be all together again.

Only time will tell.

[whynotcherries]

Chapters: 84/? Fandom: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker & Jordie Rietveld, Jordie Rietveld/Original Character(s) Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar, Nina Zenik, Jordie Rietveld, Colm Fahey, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Touch-Averse Kaz Brekker, Fluff, Humor, Alternate Universe - College/University, Texting, Jordie Rietveld Lives, Canon Disabled Character, The Crows as Found Family, Best Friends, Slow Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, these characters are fueled by coffee and their love for each other, Chronic Illness, Angst, this isn't really a camp au anymore but hey it's still cute Summary:

jesper fahey: HELLO jesper fahey: WHO IS READY TO WATCH KAZ MAKE CHILDREN CRY THIS SUMMER!!!

Or, the Crows as camp counselors (& college students).

Modern AU/Texting Fic

[unreone]

Did anyone else read this HTF fanfic?

Somewhen ranging from 2011 to 2016, I lurk at fanfiction.net to read fake htf episodes.

One fic I'm longing to read again is "HTF Death Battles".The concept of the entire fic is that it's a death battle between unlikely pairs. You think you would know who would win but it's not gonna turn out the way it is.

Chapters i remember are the following:

● The Mole vs Splendid

Superpowers against technique. (The Batman vs Superman of the htfverse-) Splendid have gone rouge and become power hungry. The government didn't anticipate this. Coming out of the retirement is The Mole tasked with apprehending the once beloved superhero. I remember reading the author's notes how this was blossomed from the fact that both Splendid and The Mole have their own KaPOW episodes. I don't really remember much from this chapter since the focus is on the brutal action between the clashing figures. My bias at the time made me root for Splendid despite The Mole being put in the good side <<< this behavior may have some links to me liking The BOYS series (ㅎㄷㅎ)

● Russell vs Buddhist Monkey

I remember crying to this one, my fave chapter out of all.

Russell is depicted as a ruthless captain who once travel the sea with a crew. When he arrive at the town/village where Buddhist Monkey lives, he was all by his lonesome. 'He did what he have to do to survive'. His goal is to pillage the place with all of its treasure and satiate his craving for blood. Buddhist Monkey tried to settle everything with peace at first but after harming someone in front of his eyes, he just have to do something.

I remember myself just imagining the Russell by the end of 'Get Whale Soon' with his manic eyes and laughter. Also like playing "Enter the Garden" on low volume while reading the battle sequence to really set the mood.

Russell was distracted by a specific type of flower that his lover once wore and that moment of hesitation is what caused his demise as Buddhist Monkey end his life for good. "How could he have turned out like this?" Exploring the ship, Buddhist Monkey found the travel logs and read the tragedy that is the life of Russell. Russell's corpse was buried with the flower next to it. His name and his lover's name was engraved with the words below saying "May these souls truly found peace."

● Sniffles vs Cro-Marmot

Sniffles is funded by the goverment to accomplish a scientific breakthrough in relation to cryogenics. Sniffles and Flaky is a couple here but theyre on the brink of a breakup since Sniffles is so obsessed with his project, which is thawing out Cro Marmot. There's a line something like "Since you pay attention to him that much, why dont you marry it already".

Anyway- he was alone in his lab and did sum thingy majigs and successfully thawed out the upper half of Cro Marmot. He actually speak English and that startles Sniffles. Cro Marmot explained that he's been on display for museums all throughout the world.

Cro Marmot talks about learning all there is to know about history and science. He is willing to share the most important truth to Sniffles once he is completely free. The fucking dumbass did so and the foken monster laugh.

The truth is that all knowledge is useless and satisfying primal urges is the only important thing. And his primary instinct right then and there is to satiate his hunger.

With his club, he smashed the machinery and that causes the lights to turn out. I cant remember the next stuffs but it's just a matter of Sniffles using his tools and wit to escape and Cro Marmot using violence and strength.

Their conversation includes something like You're no different than me. You feed your hunger for knowledge too and the strongest ones conquer everything alone.

Eventually, even if he is covered by bruises, Sniffles manage to trap Cro Marmot. Sum chemical combo activated and it's some type of coolant so he started to freeze. Cro Marmot was freezed while he is yelling, baring a very spooky expression.

After panting a bit, Sniffles called Flaky. He was compelled to share what he just experience but he suppressed his ramblings and choose to apologize. The two reconnect and the fic was over

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Unless I was just hallucinating everything and I'm actually staring at an unplugged computer the whole time-

I'm really REALLY sure this fic existed because I was always hyped talking about the chapters with my classmates. I may have got some specific details wrong but I am nodding my dino head off from the general concept being right.

Here's to me hoping somebody else here have read it, better yet, archived/know the link of the fic in some way, shape or form.

Thanks for your timeeeee!!!!!

[aobawilliams]

If you wrote a murder mystery dcmk fic how would it go? What characters would you use and what kind of character arcs would they go through? Would there be any identity reveals?

That's a really hard one because I'm terrible at coming up with mysteries. I would probably use the OG crew because they're my favourite, and get to see some interactions we've missed (Ran-Sonoko-Shinichi/Conan trio! Kogoro-Ran-Conan! How long has it been since Conan last made the world's worst excuse for disappearing! A Heiji case that doesn't revolve around the Momiji-Heiji-Kazuha love triangle (god I hate that love triangle) MY SON KID)

Amuro as an actual morally grey/dark character! Akai has someone fucked up from working so long in the BO! They probably wouldn't even be that important except for some "the real world is out there and still terrifying" moments.

Character grow! Not sure how exactly but the experience changed them and yet at their core they stayed the same!

[yayoineko]

Dr Meridian, while he's tied up: "Don't you think I'm a bit too old for you? Agent Cro---ahh…."

Agent Croft decides it's vital to keep Dr Meridian/Mandroid as "human" as possible, so she can keep him under her control.

Uuh…it doesn't work (it's over pretty quickly on Mandroid's side), but both decide it was a nice break from work.

runs away embarrassed

ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ

***Please note: Mandroid could escape any time, but he was curious what Agent Croft had in mind. And when he found out, meeh: "I'll play along."**

Update: @monocle-teacup has written a steamy fanfic inspired by my drawing!:

[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of how Spruce's brothers would have reacted when they learned that his married and has 13 children, and that they were uncles, please? Also how would his brothers react when they meet his wife and kids, for the first time? How would they feel that they were uncles and have a sister-in-law they never met, were they happy for their brother, Spruce?

I sure can, here it is :D (I incorporated some parts from my previous oneshots "Meeting Spruce" and "Nieces and Nephews")

Meeting Bruce (a Trolls fanfic)

“Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” John Dory suggested. He was awkwardly trying to make his way across the sandy dunes on the beach, but kept sinking with each step he took.

“He’s gotta be here,” Branch insisted. “Where else would you find Spruce?” He remembered how much Spruce talked of wanting to move to an island one day back when they were kids. And this place - Vacay Island, where “everyday is a vacay” -  fit the bill perfectly. But, he could see where JD was coming from. So far, there didn’t seem to be any Troll inhabitants. It was just very large, somewhat strange-looking creatures that they had never seen before, tall and puppet-like in their appearance.

Poppy in the meantime trotted along behind them, happily sipping on a concoction that was given to her by one of the islanders. This place was hip, even if Spruce may not be here.

But he has to be… doesn’t he?

Without thinking, she cast her eyes over to the beach where crashing waves resounded. It was stunning the way that the setting sun reflected off the water. But it was also something else that caught her eye in that instant. Her jaw fell open a little and her eyes widened, and Poppy had to stop right in her tracks.

“Um… guys?” she asked Branch and John Dory, who also paused and were looking in the direction she was. They too were surprised at what they saw.

Gliding easily through the waves upon a surfboard was a purple-haired Troll, his locks flowing in the wind as he rode like a pro, silhouetted stunningly against the sunset’s light.

Poppy did all she could not to drool. She distracted herself pulling out one of the old BroZone magazines that she’d stashed in her hair. It was of an advertisement to enter a contest to date Spruce. She held it up, and compared it to the Troll on the surfboard. She got the same tingly feeling from the picture as she did from the Troll, and gave a breathless little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I totally see it,” Poppy nodded.

Branch and John Dory hurried over to meet him as he washed ashore gracefully, shaking himself off of any excess water droplets that clung onto his blue skin.

“Yo, Spruce! Is that you?” JD said.

The purple-haired Troll blinked in surprise and gave his head a little shake. “Brandi was right,” he mumbled to himself, “I really am taking too many shots at a time.” Now he was imagining that his brother was in front of him!

But it wasn’t a dream.

“No, dude, it’s me, John Dory! Come on, you remember me, don’tcha?”

Spruce blinked at him, an unreadable expression on his face. But then he broke out into a grin. “Of course I remember you!” he shouted and then threw his arms out at him for a hug. JD hugged back, both of them exclaiming and laughing together as though they were still the two teenage boys they’d been back then.

“My gosh, bro, it’s great to see you again!” Spruce said.

“It’s great to see you, too!” John Dory said. “You don’t know how much I’ve gotta tell you, Spruce, I - “

“Ah, ah, wait a sec,” Spruce interrupted him. “Please, don’t call me that.” He put a hand over his heart and properly introduced himself. “My name is Bruce.”

“Aw, man!” Tiny Diamond angrily kicked the sand. “You’re telling me we traveled all this way and we got the wrong dude?” What a waste of time!

“No, Tiny, this is the right guy,” Branch said, walking up to his brothers.

Spruce - or Bruce, as he wanted to be called - paused. “Baby Branch?” he gasped, astonished. “Look at you! You’re all grown up!”

“Yeah, I know,” Branch said, crossing his arms.

“I can’t believe this!” Bruce exclaimed. “Who else is here?” He peeked around them, wondering if he would maybe see Clay or Floyd, but intrigued when he found a pink Troll instead. “Who’s this?” he asked.

Poppy noticed he was talking about her and she blushed, shyly coming up to him. “Hi, Spruce! Er, oh I mean, um, Bruce. I um, I…” She squealed and hugged him, unable to contain herself. “My name’s Poppy. I’m Branch’s girlfriend, and I’m SO excited to meet you!” She let go of him and hopped up and down on the sand.

“Baby bro’s got a girl? Cool! Well, it’s nice to meet you, too,” Bruce said politely.

Poppy held back another squeal and gestured her arms out. “This is such a beautiful place to live!”

Bruce nodded. “It sure is,” he agreed. “Sunset 24/7, awesome beverage service…” He pulled out a couple of readily made drinks out of his hair, offering one to Poppy and another to his brothers. John Dory took it, happily sipping the pineapple-flavored concoction, but Branch declined.

“... Oh, yeah,” Bruce added, “and not to mention the kids absolutely love the beach.”

Branch cocked his head curiously. “Kids?”

“Oh, uh-huh,” Bruce said. “Got me a whole brood, as a matter of fact.”

“Aww!” Poppy cooed. “How many?”

“Thirteen little angels!”

“SPPPFFFTTT!” John Dory spat out his drink and coughed. “Th-thirteen?” he managed to ask.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Tiny Diamond shook his head. “Yo, that man got to work!” he mumbled at Branch, who was also looking rather surprised.

“Wow!” Poppy exclaimed. “I didn’t know there were other Trolls on this island.”

Bruce chuckled at that. “Who said anything about Trolls?” he asked.

“Whaa?” Branch was confused by what he meant, but followed his brother as Bruce waved the group over to follow him. They entered the large sandcastle that was in the middle of the island, and found a cantina within. A lazy river snaked its way throughout the lounge, and a seashell stage was at one the far end. There were several creatures lined up at the bar area, awaiting their orders. Bruce greeted everyone and strolled right up to the creature behind the counter.

“Hey, baby!” he greeted a yellow-and-orange striped creature.

She batted her lashes at him. “Brucie!” she cooed, leaning down so that she and Bruce could share a kiss.

“You’re not gonna believe who I ran into…” He extended his hand out to the Trolls, and she gained a look of shock.

“Oh!”

Bruce addressed his brothers, Tiny, and Poppy. “Guys, I want you to meet the lovely lady of my life, Brandi!” He then turned to his wife. “Brandi, meet my brothers and their friends.”

The Trolls and wife exchanged polite hellos, though both sides were quite stunned at the revelations - the Trolls at the realization that Spruce had actually hooked up with one of the puppet-like creatures on the island (not that there was anything wrong with it, of course - they were delighted that Spruce had a great big loving family!), and Brandi at the prospect of seeing other Trolls - two of which were her husband’s brothers.

“Bruce, why didn’t you tell me you have brothers?” Brandi asked suspiciously.

Bruce got a sheepish look. “I uh, I sort of told you I did,” he said, shuffling a foot on the ground.

“You said you had friends when you lived back in the Troll Village, you said nothing about brothers.”

“Wait, wait… Mommy, did Daddy just say he has brothers?!”

The new voice that piped up was kiddy in its nature, and the Trolls all regarded the newcomer with curiosity. Having been reaching into the shelf behind Brandi to grab a fresh box of cookies, this creature was also very puppet-like in appearance, though unlike the other islanders she was smaller and had Troll-like ears protruding from the side of her head. A tall stack of hair stood upon her head, styled with bangs that looked very similar to Spruce’s. That’s when the realization hit the Trolls, even before Brandi’s next words came out of her mouth.

“Yes, Brenda, that’s exactly what your father said.”

“Wow!” the child replied, the box of cookies forgotten and a new mission set on her mind. She turned to face where she came from, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out. “Guys! Get over here quick! Daddy has brothers!”

In response, about a dozen similar-looking children frolicked into the space, all eager and wide-eyed and chatty.

Poppy giggled at how energetic the bunch was, while John Dory and Branch in particular were being poked and prodded by the kids’ felt-like hands. The brothers exchanged an astonished look. These were their nieces and nephews? One thing was for sure - becoming uncles to 13 kids sure didn’t happen everyday!

Bruce and Brandi watched with amusement as the kids had their rounds with each Troll.

Branch felt a tug at his leaf vest and heard a voice right behind him afterwards.

“Hey! Hey, Mister!”

“Uh… yeah?” he responded awkwardly.

“What’s your name?” the kid asked, blinking her wide blue eyes at him.

“Branch.”

“Branch?” she repeated, testing the word out on her tongue, and then looking back at him. “Huh. Does it mean anything?”

“It’s something you find in trees,” he said with a shrug.

The Trolling cocked her head at him. “Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“Well…” Branch began, “It’s, um, you know… that part of the tree that kinda sticks out and has leaves on it?”

“Ohhh,” the kid said, nodding her head. “You’re talking about a frond! Like those!” She pointed up to the very top of some nearby palm trees that decorated the interior of the cantina.

“Err, well, not exactly - “ Branch started to correct, but was cut off when the kid interrupted him with “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Frond!”

Branch, however,  was not the only one being questioned. Poppy in the meantime was occupied with a kid of her own.

“Is that guy your baby?” the kid asked, pointing at Tiny Diamond.

Poppy giggled. “No, he’s not.”

“Ohh… I guess that makes sense,” the kid concluded. “He doesn’t really look like you… or your husband!”

Poppy was taken aback by this. “My husband?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. That guy, right over there! He is your husband, right?” Poppy followed the direction his finger was pointing, and blushed heavily when she saw that it was at Branch.

“Oh! UH… n-no!” she squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “He’s, uh, just my boyfriend!”

The kid looked confused for a second, and then shrugged. “Huh. Could’ve fooled me. My Daddy looks at my Mommy the same way that guy looks at you. And usually it’s right before they kiss!” He scrunched his nose and made a face. “YUCK!”

“Heh heh, yeah… yuck…” Poppy tittered in agreement, but not thinking it would be so horrible if Branch’s lips ever made their way onto hers.

As Poppy did her best to recover from that child’s suggestions, Tiny Diamond was handling his own pair of kiddos.

“How old are you?” one of the two kids asked him.

“One month,” Tiny proudly declared, crossing his arms.

“Really?” the other kid said. “Wait, so doesn’t that mean you’re a baby?”

Tiny was appalled to hear this. “A baby? I’m not no baby, I’m a man!”

“Hmmm,” the first kid hummed in thought. “His voice is pretty deep. Maybe he’s right! But then, why are you so small?”

“And why are you naked?” the second kid piped up.

“I have clothes on,” Tiny insisted, holding up his yellow-tinted glasses at them. “See?”

“Cool!” the first kid said, swiping them from his hands and running off with the second kid giggling after him.

Tiny gasped. “HEY! Those are mine, come back!” he yelled, running after them.

Yet another kid was having his share of time with John Dory. This kid whispered at Bruce in confusion, loud enough for JD to hear.

“Daddy, who’s the funny-looking guy?” he asked.

JD huffed. He could take Tiny calling him a random dude, but this was pushing it! “Funny-looking? What exactly makes you say that?” he asked, crossing his arms.

The kid giggled. “Who wears a snowcoat in the summer?”

Oof, got me there, John Dory realized, suddenly all too aware of how warm his jacket was making him feel with the intense humidity that Vacay Island had.

“Junior,” Bruce said warningly to the child, “That’s not the way we talk.”

John Dory smiled in relief for the reprimanding, at least until Bruce said, “It’s ‘who’s the funny-looking Troll,’” to which that smile promptly disappeared.

Bruce smirked, and then said, “And your sister was right, he’s my brother. Your uncle.”

“Wow, really?” Junior said. “But Daddy, where’s he been all this time? And why is he here now?”

“Good question,” Bruce replied, realizing that he hadn’t exactly gotten an explanation for why he’d come. “John Dory, why are you guys here?” he asked.

John Dory seemed to remember exactly why he and Branch had come seeking him in this tropical getaway in the first place and grimaced a little. “Oof, yeah, about that. See, Bruce, something’s kinda happened to our brother, Floyd…”

[coldgardengentlemen]

Prewar! Jealous! Robert House x Reader

Got tired of the lack of Mr. House fanfic and took it into my own hands.

Content warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, mild arguing, spanking, dom and sub dynamic, hair pulling, degration, humiliation, crying but nothin too intense, use of sir by reader, sex, house calls himself daddy, fingering, oral sex (female recieving), piv sex, light choking, cigarette play, human ashtray, readers head goes burrrr when someone touches their ear, allusion to sugarbaby lifestyle, overstimulation, orgasm denial, aftercare, porn with some plot, not edited or proofed no beta we die like men, no use of y/n

Note: you and house have pre-established relationship, in my mind he looks like the mr house from the TV series, plus i kinda headcannon him to be like Gomez Addams with his partners, very passionate and adoring, also writing this in my notes app on my tablet and first ever fic ever let's go

Summary: the reader makes Mr. House jealous during a party and fifty smut ensues

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The elevator ride up to the suite was quiet and tense.

Usually the tension between you two in the elevator was sexual, passionate, and hot. The elevator door would close and no sooner would Robert turn towards you to connect his lips to yours. You two would makeout like horney teenagers at the drive-in movies, toungs and teeth clashing as he desperately gripped your hips, you would run your hands through his hair. By the time the elevator door opens to the grand suite you two would have began getting undressed.

But not tonight.

Tonight the elevator ride was filled with an awkward tension. At least for you it felt awkward, but judging by how aggressively Robert light his cigarette, the tension in his shoulders, the way he's clenching his jaw, you could guess the tension he was feeling was of the aggressive nature.

Just as you began to poem your mouth so say something to break the silence, the elevator breaks it for you with a proment ding.

Robert began walking away as soon as the doors began to slide open, this legs taking him in quick purposeful strides. Much quicker to his usual leisurely walk that he so confidently uses.

"Robert"

"I think I'll go to my study to work for a bit, you go ahead and go to bed dear"

He interrupts you from the walk-in closet, clearly trying to avoid talking about what happened at the party. A luxury you have no intention of letting him have as you make your way over to him.

When you step into the closet you find him sitting on the bench, bent over untying his shoes. His blazer, tie and other accessories already removed. He keeps his eyes cast downward at the task at hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he ignores your entry that was announced by the clicking of your heels.

"You're the one who told me to 'be nice and behave', I'm just doing what you told me"

Robert immediately abandoned the task at hand to sit up and look at you with a look that said 'I knew you were gonna say some shit like that', equal parts pissed off and amused. He began standing up and stalking his way towards you as he spoke.

"I didn't tell you to flirt with some investor."

"I wasn't flirting with anyone, I was being nice"

"You were... enabling that man"

"Enabling?"

"Yes you were enabling him, encouraging him to flirt with you like he had a chance"

"I know what enabling means Robert"

At this point he was right in front of you, both of you now speaking in angry, low voices. His dark eyes stared into yours. He leaned in closer to your face, close enought to feel his breath against your face, never breaking eye contact and spoke in a low, quiet voice.

"I think its best for you that I retreat to my study to work, I am in no mood to deal with your bratty behavour"

He remains in front of you to see if you have any kind of response, challenging you. You take a moment to decide, his demeanor almost making you consider listening to him.

Almost.

In one dramatic movement, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned your head to the look away from him with a dramatic eye role, a bratty scoff escaping your mouth. The purpose of the action was to give him a taste of his own medicine, payback for him ignoring you in the elevator and just now in the closet. But your attitude is quickly ended as his hand quickly makes its way to the base of your skull, gripping the roots of your hair and pulling you back to him, causing you to let out a yelp. With your back to his chest now and his hand still holding your hair, he reaches his other hand around your front and places his hand on your throat. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and drags his nose up your neck, nuzzles himself along your jaw before he traces his lips along the shell of your ear. A shiver shoots up your spin against your will as he abuses his knowledge of your weak spots. You swear you can feel him smirk against your ear as be whispers into your ear.

"If that's how your going to act, then a guess I'll just have to give you a proper attitude adjustment."

His warmth leaves you as he pushes you through the closet doorway by the hand that still has a strong grip on your hair. You let out squeaks as he dog-walks you towards your bed.

"Robert-"

He sits at the end of your shared bed and maneuvers you across his lap and gives you a quick but firm spank on your rear, the sound of its impacts and your yelp filling the room.

"You will speak when spoken to and only when spoken to, now stay still and take you punishment like a good girl and I'll consider letting you cum tonight."

You let out a whine and are met with another spank on your rear before his hands find your waist and he begins manipulating your body to the proper position. When he is satisfied with your positioning and the fact that you seem to be obeying him, he begins letting his hands roam your body as you lay across his lap. Fingers dance along you spine and ribs as his other hand smooths over the swell of your ass and he paws it with a firm grip. You feel your body and mind surrender as he massages your body, your previous bratty behavior extinguished by the thought of what kind of scene he is planning for you right now. He hums in satisfaction at how quickly you surrender to him, taking pride in the trust you are giving him. He slowly slides the hem of your dress up your legs, dragging them across your thighs and pushing them over the swell of your ass before securing them around your waist. As his hands roam over the newly exposed flesh, you feel your face get even hotter as you no doubt have a blush covering your whole faces.

"Twenty-five, hopefully that will be enough to teach you not to play stupid games. Does that sound good?"

His voice is rough with lust and you can already feel his bulge against your stomach. Your head is already swimming with anticipation that you barley recognize him asking you the question, and you feel your heart swell as you realize he is checking in on you. You give a lazy nod and hum a 'mmhm', but are met with another spank.

"Use your words, girl," He states firmly.

"Y-yes sir... please punishe me"

"Good girl"

His tone is akin to that of a owner speaking to a dog, and the humiliation of it gose straight to your core. He begins his punishment for you, alternating which cheek he is abusing, occasionally rubbing your ass to sooth some pain, and praising you with each milestone.

"That's ten, your doing so good for me baby"

"Fifteenth, you look so pretty, taking your punishment like a good girl"

"Twenty, you're almost done dear"

Until you finally hit twenty five. At this point, you have begun to squirm at the pain and totally not to get friction for the painful arousal that is very apparent to Robert due to the large wet spot on your panties.

"There, that's twenty-five my dear" He coos as he caresses your bottom with his hand to ease the pain, his other hand gently guides your face so you are facing him.

And what a sight you are to him, hair a mess and sticking to your face due to sweat, or was it due to the tears that have fallen from your eyes. He brushes the hair out of your face as he coos down at you.

"Oh my poor girl, did daddy go to hard on you?"

His tone is on the verge of being condescending, but you aren't to concerned with that as you feel his hand on your rear slip between your legs. You involuntarily let a moan slip from your mouth at the much needed contact and quickly shy away, hiding your face in the comforter out of embarrassment. Robert let's out a chuckle at your actions as he begins to slowly rub your clit through your underwear.

"Acting so shy now? Not even an hour ago you were so confident. Flaunting yourself in front of the investors, laughing at their idiotic jokes and flirtations, where did all that confidence go hm?"

The grip in your hair returns again as he forces you out of hiding, you let out a moan and arch you back at the force of it.

"Tell me dear..." He pushes your panties to the side and easily slips a finger in. "Was this your plan?" His finger slowly pumps into you at a steady pace "make me jealous so that I angrly fuck your brains out when we return? Go all cock dumb as I ravish your body?" He adds another finger and begins a rough pace, making you forget that you are supposed to answer him. There is another tug to your hair and you feel him lean over you, his breath brushing against your ear. "I asked you a question pretty girl, or are you already to dumb to answer?"

"Yes" you push out honestly, your voice rough.

"Yes? Yes what dear? Please use full sentences I know you know how"

"Yes... I wanted to make you jealous so you would fuck me hard sir" at this point he has been fingering you rough and deep while his thumb rubs tight circles around you clit.

"...and how is that working out for you?" He whispers into your ear before letting out a chuckle and sitting up straight again. He quicken his pace and you let out a whine, feeling your stomach tightent as your orgasam starts fastly approaching. "Did you really believe I would let you get away with that?" His hand in your hair leaves causing you face to fall back into the bed, and he uses it to grip your hip and keep you in place as you begin to buck at the feeling of your upcoming orgasam. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten further as you are pushed towards the edge. "No s-sir...ah... I'm so-orry sir, please. Fuck. Please, I'm so close"

"OH I know dear, I can feel how tight your cunt is gripping me" His fingers keep pumping at the same pace, your thighs clench around Robert's hand as you feel yourself about to fall off the edge. "I'm just not convinced you deserve to cum" and just like that he removes his hand from your wet heat, leaving you aching and dissatisfied as another whine escapes you.

"N-no sir, please I wanna cum" you plead, using you forearms to push your body up so you can look at him properly. By now he has leaned back onto his hands, distantly watching as he traces random patterns along your back, over your ass, and down your outer thigh. His face wears a look of faux boredom as he pretends to consider what you say before lazily tilting his head towards you, making eye contact that you have no choice but to hold.

"If you want to come you have to earn it first" He states sofly as he famously arches his brow. You push yourself up and crawl backwards until you are kneeling on the bed beside him, his eyes following your every move. As you kneel beside him, you lean towards him and desperately grip his crisp white dress shirt. "Please sir, just tell me what to do" you plead. He takes a moment to appreciate the way you look at him in this moment before moving his face closer to yours, cupping your cheek. His eyes never leave yours as he gives a simple command.

"Kneel"

And as if hypnotized by him, you begin to slide off the bed, sinking to the floor and kneeling at the space between his thighs. He looks down at you proudly, and you can't help but excitedly start pawing at his crotch. As you reach for his belt, his hands stop you with a grip on the wrists. "So eager to please but, thats no what I had in mind." He reaches behind him and grabs a pillow for you to kneel on. As you get yourself situated and wonder what else he could possibly want from you, you hear the flick of his lighter. As you look up at him, you find he already has his gaze set on you as he lights the cigarette that is caught between his lips. When it's lit he closes the lighter and takes a long, dramatic drag before blowing it down towards you, his eyelids heavy with lust as you close your eyes to better feel the cloud reach you face. He then leans forward, elbows on his knees as he takes another drag of the cigarette. He cups your jaw with one hand and squeezes your cheeks before fully leaning forward to blow the smoke into your mouth. He allows himself to kiss you fully and slide his tongue into your mouth before pulling away and leaving you breathless. He pulls back slightly, loosening his grip on your face as he seems to be distracted by your lip. His eyes meet yours as he slowly raises the cigarette into your sights, and he flicks the ashes off and you watch them fall to the floor like fresh snow.

"Do you know what I want from you?" He speaks softly this time, as if worried someone will hear him, as if what he is about to tell you is a secret. You slowly shake your head 'no' and he slowly removes his hands grip on you and drags a single finger along your jaw before he holds it just under your chin. He holds eyecontact with you again but this time with purpose, he is speaking directly to you now, outside of your little scene. "I want to use your mouth as my personal ashtray dear"

A sound escapes the back of your throat. This is new to you. You begin to wonder just how long he has been wanting to do this for. Seeing the surprised and confused look on your face he begins to backtrack. "You can so no dear I won't be mad about it, I know its not everyone's cup of tea-" you cut him off.

"No, I wanna try it" He looks at your fave for any sign of a lie. "Are you sure love?" And you melt at how much he cares as you nod your head "Yes baby... just tell me what to do" His eyes soften at you for a second before he readjusts his posture again, returning to the scene and his role in it.

"All you have to do is sit there and look pretty with your mouth open and tongue flat. You can just sit there all dumb as I finish my cigarette and ash them onto your tongue" He returns the cigarette to his lips to take another drag. "Think you can handel that dear?"

Instead of answering, you eagerly open your mouth and let your tongue hang out as you stare at him with lust filled eyes. A smirk ghosts his lips before he bites his lip, not wanting to show you just how much this is affecting him. He takes another drag before moving the cigarette towards your mouth, and he gently taps the cigarette so the ashes fall to your tongue. You didn't know what you expected, as the ashes hit your tongue they sting for a second before the pain melted away and it just felt like there was a bit of dirt on your toung. Upon watching the ash fall into your mouth, Robert has to suppress a shiver that rackes up his spine and instead altered for taking another heavy drag of the cigarette.

"That's a good girl. Oh you have no idea what you do to me. " He ashes into your mouth again and takes another drag, his eyes never leaving the spot where the ashes are beginning to pile up. A satisfied smirk that might actually be a genuine smile crosses his lips as smoke seeps out between his teeth. "I can't believe you would let someone do this to you... can't believe you would let me do this to you. " He takes another long drag and ashes it into your mouth. The cigarette is almost done at this point, and you feel a bit disappointed. The ash is heavy on your tongue and you can feel your clit pulsing with anticipation. "You look so fucking pretty like this" He takes the final drag and the sound the escapes you is pathetic, you feel your face become flushed with embarrassment. "Oh don't worry doll, I'll give you what you want after this" And with that he flicks the final ashes onto your young.

"Now." He leans in close again, demanding your eye contact. "Do you think you can swallow it?" You hesitate for a moment before deciding to commit to this entirely, and you close your mouth. In your attempt to swallow your eyes shut as the ash coats the roof of your mouth. Most of it goes down, but there is still some coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth. You hear a sigh escape Robert, and upon opening your eyes, you find him looking down at you, eyes darkened with lust.

Maintaining eyecontact, you open your mouth wide, showing him that you swallowed, some remains of the ash still clinging to your mouth. Then, as if he suddenly lost all control of himself, Robert let out a low moan and his hand shot out and gripped your face before he leaned in and kissed your open mouth. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, he runs it along your teeth, slips it around your tongue and dips it into the inside of your cheek. The kiss is sloppy, wet, and full of unwavering passion as you two moan into each other's mouth. As the kissing continues you feel Robert begin to pull back, guiding you back up to the bed until you find yourself laying with your head on the pillow, his body over top of yours caging you in. His hands begin to roam your body as he trails his kisses over your face and down your jaw before he starts nibbling on your ear. You feel yourself clench around nothing as you wrap your legs around his body, locking him in place.

"Fuck dear, you did so good for me... such a good girl" He begins to suck on one of the sensitive spots on your neck, marking you as his. "I don't know how I deserve you..." the hands that paw at you slip under your body and pulls the zipper of your dress down. You arch your back to give him better access as your own hands begin to unbutton his shirt. He pulls away for a moment and a whine falls from your lips. "Oh hush dear, I'll give you what you want" He states before he gathers the hem of your dress again and pushes it up and off of your body.

He takes a moment to sit back on his heels and get a good look at you. A praising sigh leaves him as he looks at you, disheveled and wanting, your lips swollen from shared kisses. He pushes his own shirt off and throws it to the side. "Look at you, this is where you belong" He unbuckles his belt and removes it with impressive speed. "You shouldn't be working or forced to entertain the minds of men far below us" He delivers open mouth kisses to the tops of your breasts as he unclasps your bra and flings it to the side. "You should just stay right here, in our bed so that I can ravish and pamper you at any given moment"

He leaves the bed to stand and remove his remaining clothes, pushing his pants down, his underwear coming with it as his cock springs free before he is on you once again. He leaves a trail of kisses down your chest and stomach before stopping at the top of your panties. He looks up at you with admiration and desire as he hooks his fingers in your underwear and slowly drags them down you legs. He lays on his stomach, head between your legs as he breaks is eyecontact with you to stare at your wet hear, he let's out a guttural moan.

"Oh God, is this what I do to you?" He uses both is thumbs to spread your folds and present yourself to him before leaning forward and placing a big, open mouth kiss to your exposed hole. He hums pleasantly at the taste of you before he pulls back to lick his lips clean of you. "Fucking perfect" he growls before diving back in. Your legs lock around his head and your back arches off the bed against your will as he eats you out like a man starved. Deep moans leave you as your hand finds his head, gripping his hair as he alternates from sicking your clit and tonguing your hole. As he latches onto your clit again he tries a new approach, sucking your clit while swirling his tongue around it in circles as he pushes two fingers into you. Your stomach clenches at your incoming orgasm, even more sensitive due to the previous punishment and teasing.

"F-fuck Robert I'm gonna-"

"Yes, do it, come on my face," He mumbles into you as he continues pleasuring you.

Your toes curl from pleasure as tears fall from your eyes once again, pleasure overcoming you as you are finally pushed over the edge. A scream escapes the back of your throat. Robert desperately drinks you up, embarrassingly wet slirping noises and his moans are all you can hear as you come down from your high. You weakly push on his head to signal you are too sensitive, and he pulls back to look up at you and crawl up your body.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you close your eye, relishing in the afterglow only for your eyes to be shot open at the feeling of his fingers entering you once again. His fingers pump in and out of you as a cry leaves you at the overstimulation. "Not quite done just yet dear, you still have to take my cock" You whine more as he removes his fingers and drags the tip of his cock along your folds, brushing against your sensitive clit before pushing into you in one go. Your walls are slick from the previous activities.

He lets out a low moan upon entering you, and his head falls into the crevice of your neck. He wraps one of his arms around your back as the other hoists your leg up further before he begins pumping into you. His thrusts are deep, passionate, hard, and precise, hitting that sweetspot inside of you over and over again. Your legs lock around him once again as you have no choice but to take what he is giving you, your body fully surrendering to the pleasure he is giving you. All that can be heard in the room are both your loud moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You are hot and overwhelmed with pleasure and begin digging your nails into his back as you feel your orgasm fast approaching, when suddenly you fel his hand snake between your bodies to rub your clit. Your orgasm surprises you and you come crashing down with a loud howl, and at the same time you feel Robert meeting his own end as his cum fills you. After a few final, short pumps Robert finally steadies himself and collapses onto of you. His body weight is a comfort, grounding you as you run your hands up and down his back.

You both lay there quietly for a moment before Robert slowly and reluctantly pushes himself off of you and removes himself from you, a sigh falling from both your lips. When he speaks to you he is out of breath and panting still. "Fuck love... that was amazing" He kisses your forehead and temple. "You did such a good job...mmh so proud of you" He kisses you lips once again, much softer this time as he gently cups the side of your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"Let me get us some water and a washcloth, hm?" He speaks to you gently, and you nod in response, not trusting your voice. As he leaves the bed to get the supplies, he lifts your hand to his mouth to kiss you knuckles in thanks and appreciation before entering the bathroom. You can hear the water running as you come down from the high, exaution overtaking your body as your eyelids fall heavy again.

When he returns, he gently wipes your entrance, cleaning it from the cum that continues to seep out of you, before he helps you sit up a bit and brings the water to your mouth, you drink from the glass greedily. "Slow down dear, I won't take it from you" He jests as you listen to him and drink slower.

When the glass is finished, he puts it on the bedside table, turns off the lights, and helps the two of you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead again. After a couple of minutes to relax, he speaks again, his voice almost a whisper. "How did you find it?... the scene, the..." and for once, he is the one feeling embarrassed. He must have been thinking about asking you to do this for quite some time now. You let out a pleasant hum before answering.

"It was good... I liked it"

"You did?" He seems almost surprised, looking down at you to see if you are lying.

"Yes baby, now let's sleep..."

It's quiet again in the room, the distant sounds of Vegas the only thing you can hear as he pulls you closer to his body and delivers a final kiss you your temple.

"Goodnight dear" He speaks in a hushed tone.

"Goodnight baby"

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Isn't it kinda funny that the first fanfic I ever wrote was a smutty Mr. House fic where he uses you as a human ashtray... anyways, have a new appreciation for fanfic writers, this was three days of writing i think a total of 8 hours. Apologies for any Grammer or spelling issues its not my strong suit. Also open to any constructive feedback but please don't be mean to me I'll cry I hope you enjoy <3

[kissorkill15]

Checking On Your Neighbor: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: An alternate universe where Nicky doesn't break into Mr. Peterson's house at all and just tries to check on him.

The timer dinged.

"Oh, looks like the cookies are ready.", Nicky said to himself.

He had been making cookies, not for himself or his parents, but for his neighbor, Mr. Peterson. The man had been acting rather depressed since his wife died in a car accident and his children went missing. That made Nicky really sad, because he'd taken a liking to the Peterson family. Especially Aaron, he was his best friend.

So what better way to check up on your neighbor than to make him some cookies?

His parents were out on a trip, and they already knew what Nicky was doing, so they wouldn't have to worry too much. They were lucky they taught Nicky how to make cookies, otherwise the little guy would've burned the house down.

"Hopefully this'll lighten his mood.", Nicky said to himself. He put the cookies in a basket, and was out the door.

Nicky didn't have to walk far, Mr. Peterson only lived across the street, so it was cool. Once Nicky was at the front door, he knocked, and 30 minutes later, Mr. Peterson opened.

"Nicholas?"

"Yeah...", said Nicky, not entirely liking his full name being used. "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Peterson, but I just wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing."

"How I'm doing?"

"Yeah. With what happened to your wife and kids, it must've been a lot for you. So I made something for you."

Nicky handed the basket to Mr. Peterson, the hulking man stared at it for a while before he finally took the basket and smiled.

"Thank you, young man. Would you like to come inside? I don't think I'm going to finish these by myself, so it'd be nice to have a guest over."

Nicky's back stiffened. Sure, he wanted to check on Mr. Peterson, but he wasn't too sure about going into his house. Especially after the fart machine incident with Mrs. Tillman and the Natural Grocer.

"I don't really know, sir. I wouldn't want to intrude-"

Before Nicky could even finish that sentence, he felt a gloved hand grip his shoulder. "I insist."

Well, he asked nicely.

Nicky wasted no time in walking inside. He knew he shouldn't have jumped when Mr. Peterson shut the door behind him, but he couldn't help it.

Then at the corner of his eye, he saw the basement door. All boarded up and chained with all sorts of different locks. Nicky was lucky to have his pack of lockpicks in his pocket, for some reason. It's not like he was just going to try to open the door.

"You go sit down in the living room, I'll go prepare some drinks for us.", said Mr. Peterson, making his way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure. You do that.", murmured Nicky. He went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

Nicky just sat and waited, he didn't know how much time passed, but it could've been a lot. Suddenly, loud banging came from the basement door beside him, startling him out of his thoughts. Not only banging, but screaming too.

"This is like a horror movie.", said Nicky. With every loud bang, the little hairs on his arms stood straight up.

"I'm back.", Nicky jumped off the couch upon hearing that voice.

"Is something wrong?", asked Mr. Peterson.

"There were banging noises and screaming coming from your basement. You didn't hear it?"

"No. No, I guess I haven't.", Mr. Peterson set the tray of tea down on the table.

Nicky was so confused. How could Mr. Peterson not have heard that? It was so loud, it could've awoken the entire planet. He decided not to pay too much attention to it, all he wanted was to sit here, eat tea and cookies with his dear neighbor, and get out.

As he sipped his tea, the scent of lavender making his eyes droopy, he noticed that something was wrong. He didn't see it until he noticed that Mr. Peterson hasn't even touched his tea, nor has he eaten at least one of the cookies he made.

He didn't think anything was wrong, until he saw Mr. Peterson just leaning back, arms crossed, and staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?"

"No."

"Then why're you staring at...me..."

Nicky felt dizzy. The world was spinning, and he was starting to see double.

"I...I don't feel so good. I should go."

The kid tried standing, but it felt like he was a baby deer taking its first steps, because he couldn't even stand without falling over.

"Easy now, Nicky. You'll only tire yourself out more.", said Mr. Peterson. Not even bothering to help him, he just sat back and watched.

"What...did...you...do...?"

"Shhhh.", Mr. Peterson finally stood up and walked to Nicky, and the last thing the kid felt was Mr. Peterson's gloved hand rub his forehead, making him even more tired.

"Nighty night, Nicky."

[jokerislandgirl32]

New Beginnings: A Wild Violet One Shot

Okay so I’m super behind in the game, but I wanted to complete at least a couple pieces for the Drabblecember challenge, and even though it’s the 29th of December, I decided to go ahead and share this piece with you all. It became more of a one shot than a Drabble, I hope that it okay! It is a very important piece to me because it signifies a very special moment in the relationship between my f/o Zach and s/i Violet. And this is the first fanfic piece I’ve posted in forever, so yeah! I can write again!

The prompt I am using for this piece is Day 1: Winter Weather.

Word Count: 1,662

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mentions of loss of child, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, light angst, one mild curse word, kissing/makeout session, a few suggestive comments (but nothing explicit/nsfw). If any of this triggers you please do not read! I don’t want to hurt anyone!

Placing the story below a cut, there is a second part, so I may update this post/link it at another time! Enjoy!

Selfship Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed 😊):

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @kittycatkissez @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn

POV: This takes place during the Under Frozen Pond Episode, so here are some Zach screenshots from said episode 🥰!

The cold weather of the winter season enveloped me as I lay in the snow. I wore my husband’s scarf and trench coat, my own gray gloves, and a lilac hat that once belonged to my mother. I looked up to the bright blue sky, and breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I exhaled.

I’d run away from Zach after we’d had an argument about my recent health concerns. Zach was bound and determined to keep me confined to the plane until we returned to the city for me to see my doctor, but I was tired of being cooped up all day.

To be fair he’d gotten his way most days for nearly two weeks because I’d been too sick to even leave our bedroom, but today I’d felt well enough to join him while he surveyed the location for the Annual Villain’s Meeting.

As Zach was wrapping his former winter coat and scarf around me my hopes of breaking free from my confinement to enjoy the cold weather were crushed when I’d gotten sick to my stomach yet again. I narrowly avoided becoming sick all over his shiny winter boots, and Zach grimaced and gagged for a few minutes until my sick spell subsided. He composed himself after I’d come up for air from the trash can he’d ordered Tan to bring to me while Cro cleaned up the mess.

Zach pulled a box of mints out of his pocket and emptied a few in my palm, something he’d started doing nearly two weeks before when I’d first started getting sick, “We’re going to have to get you to the doctor, Vi, you should’ve been over the virus by now, I was over it after a day….this isn’t normal.”

“I know,” I whispered, itching to tell him my suspicions, but I just couldn’t face it, not yet, not after what had happened in July.

I opened my eyes, looking to the sky again, wondering if she was looking down on me with those green eyes so like her father’s, the red hair like her grandmother’s, and my face with the freckles Zach and I both had during childhood.

If she was here things would’ve been very different…but I knew it was best not to dwell on that, it would just depress me again. I tried to focus on the positive: she was now our guardian angel. And if what I suspected was happening, I knew we needed her protection now more than ever.

Zach’s shrill voice met my ears as he called out my name. I lifted my head up far enough to see him slipping and sliding his way toward me over the ice. I laughed and sat up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see him fall flat on his ass. It reminded me so much of when we’d gone skating the first time a couple years before. I’d never skated in my life and Zach had very little experience himself so it was quite a comical sight.

While he wobbled his way toward me, his curses becoming louder by the second, I thought how much I’d like to go skating with him right then, but I knew with what was happening to me that it probably was not the safest option.

Zach finally reached me, and I flopped back down on the snow, exhausted from my uncontrollable laughter. Zach loomed over me, his legs spread so that my legs were between his, if I’d reached up and pulled him down it would have been a very compromising position.

Zach didn’t seem to notice because he was so absorbed in his own anger, he planted his hands on his hips and took the opportunity to yell at me, “what’s so funny?”

“You trying to walk on the ice, you’re as graceful as a hippopotamus,” I laughed, trying to catch my breath and wiping tears from my eyes.

“I am far more graceful than a hippo platter mouth or whatever,” he hissed, not amused by my comments. Zach turned away and walked in the direction of the plane motioning for me to follow him, “come on and get up, it’s freezing out here…”

I sat up with the full intention of following him, but a wave of nausea stopped me in my tracks. I slowly lowered my head back to the ground taking calming breaths, Zach had turned back to yell at me, “VIO…Vi?”

“I need a minute,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand.

Zach crunched his way back over to me through the snow and sat down beside me, his brows knitted in concern, “are you okay?”

I shook my head and he took my free hand in his, wrapping our gloved fingers tightly together, he laid down on his back beside me and we held hands, looking at each other silently until I was able to speak again.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, smiling weakly at him.

Zach lifted his head, and pulled his hand free of mine, “no you’re not, we have to get you to the doctor and find out what’s going on, Violet…I’ll call Donita and Gourmand and we’ll reschedule….”

“No, Zach…” I whined, I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears that threatened to escape, “I’m fine…I’m just sick is all, it’s because, well…Zach…I think we’re pre…”

I pulled my hands away and looked at his face, etched with confusion and curiosity, I couldn’t tell him here, not yet…I had to be sure…so I quickly changed the conversation, “do you remember when we first went ice skating a couple years ago?”

Zach’s face went slack for a minute, and his eyes widened, he lowered his head to the snow again, staring at the sky in confusion before he looked back at me, “uhhh, yeah?”

I quickly covered my near omission, “I think we’re perfectly happy like we were then…yes we’ve had sickness come our way, but we’re not going to let that stop us from being happy and doing what we need to do, right? We’ll just get up and try again after falling down, we can’t let this sickness stop us from enjoying our day…”

Zach’s face contorted with bewilderment again, “so…uhhh, you wanna go skating?”

I giggled, pulling his gloved hand into mine and kissing the top of his hand, “No, that’s not what I meant…even if I wanted to I can’t, but no, no, no…Zach, that’s not my point, my point is, we can’t let me being sick ruin our day, I’m just a little sick that’s all, after today I’ll get a doctors appointment, and we’ll take it from there…one step at a time.”

Zach, nodded his head slowly, still looking unsettled by our situation and conversation, “okay…then….”

I released his hand and grinned, waving my arms around me in the snow, “that’s settled!”

Zach snickered, “are you making a snow angel?”

I stopped moving my arms and glanced to either side of me, I hadn’t done it intentionally, but I indeed had a pair of snow angel wings started, “I guess so…wanna join me?”

“Join you?” Zach scoffed, moving to stand up, he rolled his eyes, “it’s childish, frivolous…”

I resumed waving my arms and moving my legs to complete the angel, “it’s fun…one of my favorite cold weather activities…”

Zach huffed and grabbed my hand, plopping into the snow beside me, he reluctantly started making his own snow angel, “this is humiliating…if Donita and Gourmand see us…”

“They’ll think it’s cute,” I giggled, and I sat up long enough to give him a peck on the cheek.

I peered out of the corner of my eyes and snickered as a blush crept across his pale features that were already tinted red from the cold, “oh no you don’t,” he hissed, moving from beside me to straddling me within seconds.

I could not stop giggling as Zach’s flustered face hovered inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head, “think you can just tease me and get away with it, do ya?”

“N-no!” I gasped between laughs, Zach smirked and closed the space between us, kissing me. My giggles subsided as he deepened the kiss, I reached my hands up and grasped either side of his face, pulling his face closer to me, earning a moan from him, “minx,” he mumbled against my lips. He then trailed his lips across mine and from my nose to my chin. He gave me one quick kiss on my nose and sighed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispered, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head and stood up, “come on, let’s get you back to the plane, laying in this cold weather can’t be good for you.”

I relented and sat up, I held my hands to him and he helped me to my feet, I bounced slightly as I stood up, earning a laugh from Zach, “always enthusiastic…”

Zach released my hands and offered his arm to me, I giggled and wrapped my arms around his bicep, “such a gentleman,” I teased.

He smirked, “I try.”

We started walking back to the plane, and I abruptly stopped. I untangled myself from Zach’s arm and walked back to our snow angels, Zach called out, “what’s wrong?”

I stood in front of the snow angels and whispered a quiet prayer, “please protect this one,” I placed my hands into the middle of my snow angel, fanned out to look somewhat like a butterfly, I felt a tear trickling from my eye, and I brushed it away.

I quickly rejoined Zach who’d raised an eyebrow at me, “was that for Alexandria?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, biting my lip, Zach continued giving me an awkward stare, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my stomach, unknowingly answering his own question with the simple yet touching gesture.

[arcanecupcake]

“What’sa matter, kitten, bunny got your tongue?”

Finally finished bunny Cro >:3c inspired by @dalishthunder  fanfic Good Endings Only    

[dennissima]

Very Closed

Summary:

Aziraphale enjoys reading a book in his bookshop. Alone in the bookshop. But is he really enjoying the time? Without Crowley it is not the same, but he does not want to disturb him because he is always the one who calls him first....

Notes:

It's the second fanfic for me. As Italian, English is not my first language, but I'm trying hard. Feel free to send suggestions for improvements. Feedback is welcome. Fan art too. Thank you for taking the time to read this attempt to spread joy.

On a warm autumn afternoon, the sun's rays filtered through the large window of the bookshop in the heart of Soho. Aziraphale was enjoying the warmth sitting in his armchair, sipping his cup of tea, with the book he had just finished reading resting on his lap. He was in the grip of the usual feeling of satisfaction at having experienced an exciting adventure mixed with the dismay of having finished the book and not having the heart to start another. He thus floated among the emotions of reading, trying to resist the urge to pick up the phone and call Crowley. He had also called him the day before, to be taken to a new place that had opened a few blocks away and to be watched while he tasted the most exotic things. And he had indulged him. He had also called him the day before, because it was raining and he was worried that he would not be locked inside the Bentley all day, tossing from seat to seat, unable to walk as he liked. He had also called him the day before to tell him that they had been invited to the performance of a theatre company that he had encouraged and financed a few months earlier. Well, the invitation was actually for him, but he had asked for a plus one thinking that Crowley would be interested in the play which, at Aziraphale's suggestion was about a certain devil who, deep down, was really a good person…

So today he had given himself over to reading. He had had a book in his hands for weeks and could no longer go on because, for one reason or another, when he found himself with a glass in his hand together with Crowley, time flew by. Now even the book was finished and he was pondering what he could do with that day. So much time on his hands, so many things he could do and not feel like starting any of them.

As he was thinking about which record to put on the gramophone, he noticed a lady wearing a red scarf in front of the shop window, peering into the bookcase and then walking away at a brisk pace. Shortly afterwards, Aziraphale got up to take the cup back to the kitchen and noticed a young boy in a red cap standing in front of the shop window, who, seeing him get up from his seat, quickly moved away. Suspicious, the angel hurried to turn the CLOSED sign on the door before returning to his post. It could have been a mere coincidence, but if any customers were going to try to enter the bookshop, it was better to take cover. Or maybe he had seen right and there was someone who passed by and looked inside the bookcase and in order not to be conspicuous took on different guises, in order, a distinguished man with a briefcase in his hand and a red tie, a courier with a black uniform and a red logo on one forearm, an elderly lady with a handkerchief on her head. Black with red flowers.

Pretending not to have understood, Aziraphale went to the door, all gloating. He spotted the Bentley parked on the corner and went to wait by the passenger seat.

He did not have to wait long for Crowley to arrive. 'So? Are you going into the bookshop or are you taking me somewhere?" he said, crossing his arms. "You didn't call me…," Crowley seemed to justify himself. "You seemed so… busy reading…" Aziraphale takes him by the arm and drags him towards the bookcase. "Next time you can watch me read sitting on the couch if you like, instead of pacing back and forth." He fumbles with his keys to open the door. "You know you scared me? For a moment I thought all those people wanted to come in and buy something! Please, after you!" Crowley walks through the door, removes his hat, takes off his glasses and sets them down in their usual place. Aziraphale closes the door behind him and turns the sign, VERY CLOSE.

[scarletwritesshit]

persona [all games] fanfic masterlist

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms

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Souji Seta x Yosuke Hanamura ☂ A River Through a Foggy Land

Souji and Yosuke have always been rather close friends, spending time with each other and talking up a storm whenever possible. With a very vague phone call received from Yosuke one morning, paired with his sudden silence throughout the school day, Souji couldn't help but wonder if something other than the murder cases has been bothering him as of late.

Alternate title: The Yosuke Romance Route that Atlus was too Cowardly to Give Us

☂Cross Posted on AO3☂

☂Afterword☂

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Yosuke Hanamura x Naoto Shirogane ⊟ Reminiscent of the Days Gone By

⊟Cross posted on AO3⊟

Of course Naoto got dragged into more detective work. And it just so happened to be on Valentine's Day, too. With daunting police documents holding none of her interest, she gets lost in her thoughts of the time that has passed ever since she first met Yosuke Hanamura. It was a terrible way to spend the holiday, though Yosuke wasn't one for leaving those close to him forgotten.

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Makoto Niijima x Goro Akechi ☪ They Hate to see a Girlboss Winning

⋆☪ Cross posted on AO3! ☪⋆

Makoto has always felt quite inferior to her older sister. She would constantly put in extra effort to at least try and gain her approval, which has all been for nothing considering how she's never home. The new mission to outsmart Akechi's plan has proven to be the perfect opportunity for Makoto to prove her worth. She was going to watch every single one of his TV appearances, from his own shows to special interview appearances. She was constantly going to keep tabs on Akechi's whereabouts to make sure he does not end up taking down a few targets behind the scenes. Makoto will even go as far as to have direct conversations with the man himself. Surely, she will finally be able to at least compare to Sae. But why do all of her plans involve Akechi?

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Goro Akechi x Sumire Yoshizawa 〆Who am I, if Not a Shell of my Former Self?

〆Cross posted on AO3〆

identity i·den·ti·ty noun 1. the fact of being who or what a person or thing is.

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Goro Akechi x Ren Amamiya ⌛ Takuto Maruki's Shuake Fanfiction

⌛Cross posted on AO3⌛

What good is a blank notebook if you don't use it to write your own story? This new reality of Maruki's was just that, and he was going to make sure to fill in every little space on its pages with as much control as he could reach. Directing the relationship of Ren and Akechi was no exception. In fact, it felt as if there were too many ideas for him to expand upon…

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 🍣 The Dreadful Secret of Shinjiro Aragaki

🍣Cross posted on AO3🍣

The members of S.E.E.S. all have their own secrets, with some being of greater degree than others. Shinjiro was no exception, especially as he wasn't exactly known for talking about himself. What's the worst he could be hiding? A secret about his Persona? Unforgivable sins from the past? Or a secret love for fluffy little creatures?

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Kotone Shiomi x Akihiko Sanada 🌸March 6th, 2010

🌸Cross posted on AO3🌸

That blindingly brilliant moment when we were all together Those precious times I didn't realize I should cherish Now all I can do is remember, I will embrace the feeling

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Kotone Shiomi x Theodore 🧋 Bubbled Tea

🧋Cross posted on AO3🧋

Boba is a rather simple concept to normal inhabitants of this world, like Kotone, for example. Theo, however, could not piece together the logic of this treat for the life of his. Was it comprised of bubbles? Tea? Tea bubbles? He couldn't wrap his head around the concept, so Kotone resorted to giving into his request and taking him to the cafe to try the mysterious beverage for himself.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki🍲Soup for All, in the Name of One

🍲Cross posted on AO3🍲

A good pot of soup can fix just about anything. For some, it's a cure for hunger. For others, it soothes a lonely heart.

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Kotone Shiomi x Jin Shirato🔫Death Won't Answer Every Call

🔫Cross posted on AO3🔫

You are only given one chance at life, and you must make the best of it regardless of the hand that you are dealt. Kotone wanted to forfeit, yet Jin wanted his opponent to see things through until the very end, for he wasn't quite lucky himself.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 💭 Snitch of the S.E.E.S. Table

💭Cross posted on AO3💭

Koromaru's a dog. Aigis speaks dog. One would think that would make Koromaru a rather poor keeper of secrets, especially when he bears no punishment for the words he spills.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 💊 Pain In My (Our) Ass

💊Cross posted on AO3💊

Shinjiro's feelings for his leader were proving to be quite a burden, in more ways than one. Unbeknownst to him, his attachment to Kotone seemed to proving to be quite the nuisance for other, less fortunate acquaintances of his.

[frenchiefitzhere]

tag game: ten first lines (song edition)

tagged by the greedy /j /lh but splendiferous @ejunkiet 

Lol l only say "greedy" bc I was all "Should I do this for fics or songs?" and the response I got back was "BOTH!"

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. 

1. No Place to Go (Blake) [in production]

I don’t know if you’ve got time  / But it’s only just one night…

2.  The Song I Found (Gavin @ Freelancer)

You know you mee-cro-wove it / When I tell you ‘bout stars above / How every constellation's always singing songs of you...

3.   Loving You From Out of View (Sweetheart @ Milo)

Loving you from out of view / In the shadows incognito / Welcome home / Your Sweetheart's all alone without you / It's time for hide and seek / Wanna peek?

4. Brachium’s Reprise (By the Lights) [Imperium]

I tried to tell them but they preferred silence / The world’s gone vile / And I’m in hiding from the violent turning tides

5. There’s Snow Way I’m Gonna Let You Go (Regulus)

It’s me again, so freeze please / I’ve made some winter weather, so we can be together / Forever and forever and forever

6. Warm Regards from the Great Beyond /s (Angel @ Damien) [Imperium]

Well it seems His Majesty is feeling blue  / If only you had thought of that before you said, “Ignore the warnings”

7. Does Not Compute (Asset @ Marcus)

I’ve tried to compute / But there’s no point refuting / That even though I’m an invaluable tool / I’m a fool for assuming / That rules are for humans too

8. The End of the Earth (Imperium Asher @ David)

I’m calling / Are you still there? / I still need you to find my way

9. Moore Than the Average, Mortal Man (Imperium Lasko)

It’s been said I put on airs But be fair:  I handle my affairs / With aplomb / I hold diplomas that’d make you jealous

10. This Winter’s Gonna Bite (A Very Vega Christmas Song)

A crystalline prick at the curve of your cheek and / I sense that sweet sick in the tips of your nerves and /  I’m high on the hits that that your feelings are serving and / Darling your flavor is truly unreasoned  / I love the cold season