#bruno madrigal x y/n

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

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Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other���s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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Day 34: Kiss me under the Mistletoe

Fandom: Encanto

Character: Bruno Madrigal

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: Nothing to graphic, I'm to tired to write graphic smut

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Bruno has become more affectionate ever since he came back to you and you weren't about to complain because you finally had the man you loved back in your arms.

Now sitting in your small home you gave Bruno a teasing smile. You two were both alone, you were happy Mirabel opted to watch your son. Letting your fingers run through the man's hair, he gave you a nervous smile.

"I...what's with that look?"

Laughing softly, your fingers ran down his cheek as you hummed softly. "Kiss me under the Mistletoe?"your voice dipped, eyes darkened for a moment as your nails then slipped down his back, gripping him tightly to your body.

Blinking a few times, Bruno ran his tongue over his lips as he nodded his head quickly. "I...I can do that!"

Bruno groans softly as he feels your nails digging into his back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. He relishes in the sensation, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

His hands, strong and possessive, roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is both gentle and firm, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he trails his fingers along your skin.

Biting your lip you then let your fingers slowly moved back to his curls giving it a soft tug.

Feeling your tugging on his hair, Bruno's desire intensifies. He leans into your touch, allowing you to guide him, to show him exactly what you desire. His lips leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin, leaving behind a tantalizing mark.

With a low, husky voice, he whispers against your ear, "Tell me. Tell me what you want. I'm here to give you everything."

His words send a shiver down your spine as you feel his desire for you burning brightly. Your pleasure becomes his priority as he continues to explore and worship your body, his movements becoming more fervent and purposeful.

Together, you and Bruno lose yourselves in the depths of passion, a dance of desire and pleasure that ignites a fire within both of you. In this moment, there is only you, him, and the overwhelming connection that binds you together.

Under the mistletoe, you and Bruno share a moment of passion and love, a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.

[chibipeachu]

When are going to update the saving a miracle

..after a year or two of not posting an update, I've posted the final part on my wp so if you wish to read the rest of the ending its there!! I hope you all enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

[eternalslover]

I love Bruno

headcanons

camilo x reader ; bruno x reader : they have a crush.

a/n : i do this for literally every fandom i join

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CAMILO

sometimes when he’s around you, he changes randomly out of nerves.

he laughs it off though.

makes tons of flirty jokes and messes with you a lot.

he either has all his attention on you or none.

sometimes he just can’t handle the pressure of talking to you!

romanticizes literally every interaction with you, its almost sad.

pepa knows, which means dolores knows, which means the entire family knows now.

he sighs longingly a lot when he’s around you or just sees you from afar.

he does get flustered a lot if you reciprocate any flirty comments.

smiley boy when you are around.

he can get jealous from time to time when he sees you chatting with someone else your twos age.

doesn’t dare show it though.

"well, well, well look at what la casita dragged in~"

BRUNO

flustered a ton, like as red as a tomato if you will.

daydreams about you a lot.

watches you from afar, like staring and just watching you interact with others.

doesn’t mean for it to be creepy.

everyone in the family knows about his crush on you and make an effort to bring you around la casita so he can be around you more.

hernando isn’t afraid of anything and that includes talking to you.

gets awkward talking to you and makes jokes that don’t make sense.

likes showing you all his telenovelas with his rats. if you like them, he is overjoyed.

tells you really dramatic stories with dramatic expressions and just everything dramatic.

is a little afraid of how people will treat you if you two ever got into a relationship.

refuses to have visions about you. doesn’t wanna see something that could shatter his heart.

"have you met jorge?"

[zafirosreverie]

Tía Y/N (Madrigal triplets & Reader) part 2

Part 1

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"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

"I WASN’T EVEN PART OF THIS!"

"FÉLIX, I WANT A DIVORCE!"

"JULIETA, COME BACK HERE!"

“YES JULI, COME BACK! 

“NEVER!”

“SHE DOESN’T HIT YOU THAT HARD!”

"BETTER YOU THAN ME!"

“YOU’RE THE ELDEST! YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE FOR YOUR BABY SIBLINGS”

“I KNOW NO SIBLINGS BUT THE ONE WITH THE CHANCLA BEHIND US, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN”

“JULIETAAAAAAAA”

Alma tried not to laugh and maintain a serious face, but it was quite difficult when her triplets, all 50 years old with their own families, ran as a soul that the devil carries to avoid what everyone is afraid of: la chancla.

She didn't really know what was happening, it had been a quiet and normal morning, with the whole family taking a day off to enjoy each other's company. She had been embroidering with Mirabel in the living room (she did it more and more often, in an attempt to fix the relationship with her younger granddaughter), when Isabela and Camilo had entered laughing out loud, with Felix and Luisa smiling behind them.

They did not even have time to ask what happened before three green, yellow and blue spots flew next to them, with a very angry Y/N yelling from upstairs.

Alma was no fool, she knew that you, her eldest daughter and the one who reminded her most of Pedro (at least in appearance), had long taken the role that corresponded to her in the life of the triplets. On the one hand, she was happy they had you, but on the other it hurt her heart and guilt consumed her for knowing that she was never really present in her children's life to the point where they had to turn to you for help.

She never knew when Bruno had told you that he didn't want to have his own family, that he was not interested in having a partner of any kind. She wasn't present when Pepa had run to you on the first day of her period, or in the long night talks about crushes when she met Félix. She didn't even know that Julieta liked women too.

Just a few months ago she had discovered that Pepa calmed down when she was caressed, that Bruno liked to play the guitar or that Julieta loved painting and that the beautiful pictures in your room were made by her. In truth, she didn't know her own children. But you did.

You had been with them on every step of the road, even when they took different paths, you had never let them be lost for a long time. A task that you later performed with the grandchildren as well. Isabela and Dolores had learned to walk with you, Luisa always looked up to you especially when she had a problem, Camilo told you the secrets that he could never tell his parents, Antonio still followed you around all day when he was feeling sad and Mirabel...for the girl you were the whole world. There was absolutely nothing that she didn't tell you.

You were the only other family member besides her grandmother who didn't have a gift, you understood what it was to grow up with magical siblings when there was nothing special in you, you understood the looks of people's judgment, murmurs and teasing. That was why you had made your special mission to make the girl protected from all that.

Little by little, you wove a warm blanket of love and humility, you taught her that she did not need to have a gift to be a light, to shine and be a source of comfort. Mirabel could be identical to Julieta in appearance, but she was definitely a coal copy of you in everything else.

It took her too long to realize it, but now Alma understood that the miracle, the magic, was not what united them, that it was only a feature that most of them shared and nothing else. The answer was you. Really, you were the angel who kept the family together.

...And that's why no one should mess with you, unless they wanted all of heaven's strength chasing them. Or that it was one of the triplets. 50 years and they had not yet learned not to make you angry? Or perhaps it was their way of getting your attention when they felt you were abandoning them for the grandchildren.

A silly thought perhaps, but children will always be children, and the age did not matter, they would always need even if it was just a hug from their mother. And you were definitely the triplets' mother, no matter how much it hurt her.

"What do you think happened?" Mirabel whispered, taking her out of her thoughts

"I don't know" Alma smiled "but it must have been bad if your mother is running too"

It was true. Of the three, Julieta was usually the one that was spared from your fury. It was no secret to anyone that she was your favorite sister/daughter/family/person, despite Pepa and Bruno's anger, who would always get offended when her sister avoided your scolding.

"What about Julieta?! She also helped with the joke!" they would said

"Maybe, but she looks cute doing it" you'd shrug "besides, who could be mad at this precious face?" You would add while taking your sister by the cheeks

Your younger siblings would cross their arms and looked at you with an annoyed pout while a black cloud hovered on the redhead, and Julieta simply let you use her cheeks as a squishy and fill her face with kisses (something she took from you and did with her niece, nephews and daughters too), while she smirked at them. 

The only times she actually got scolded was when she wasn't taking care of her own health. So either Julieta just wanted to do exercise or whatever the hell they did was really stupid and dangerous.

"YOU'RE ALL SO GROUNDED!!" You growled when you managed to get to the first floor.

You cursed Casita for siding with the triplets and letting them run while it trapped you on the second floor, but that didn't mean they were safe. Nope, there was no escape. 

"What happened, mija?" Alma asked you walking up to you

"Your mocosos share the same fried brain cell and unfortunately for them, it wasn't Julieta's turn to have It" you growled 

Your mother laughed and rolled her eyes fondly. She knew that you loved your siblings more than anything and that any insult you might have for them would never come out of the heart, just from a motherly anger, and there was something she could think that this was about. 

"Did they try to test Julieta's gift with poisoned food again?" She asked 

"They tried to test my patience" you answered "they used arsenic, mom. ARSENIC!"

Okay, that was new. Alma felt bad for thinking it, but she could have expected something that stupid and irresponsible from Pepa and Bruno, but Julieta? She knew better than that, she wasn't a silly girl who didn't know what arsenic could do. She must have been really desperate to get your attention if she let her siblings drag her into that.

"How are they even alive?" She gasped

"Félix caught them before they could even finish the empanadas and ran to tell me" you sighed "and I'm glad he did"

"Of course, I don't want to thinking what could have happened to them"

"And because now I can kill them myself" 

Alma looked at you for a moment. You were frowning and looked ready to hit whoever stood in front of you, but she was still your mother and she could see the fear in your eyes, and honestly, she felt it too. She followed your gaze to see her younger children still running and she made a note to scold them right after you.

You felt your mom's aura changing and knew she was on your side, so you smirked and took your sandal with a single move, your eyes never leaving your adorably stupid siblings.

"Who do you want me to hit?" You asked, just for fun 

Alma thought about it for a second. Julieta would definitely get the worst scolding once they were back for letting the other two convince her to do something stupid, but you both knew it hadn't been her idea. It probably wasn't even Bruno's, but there was someone who had never feared death nor god. 

"The middle one" she told you 

You nodded and focused on your victim for a moment before your chance flew directly at her. Your smirk never left your face and grew even more when Pepa fell to the ground after it hit her right in the head. Bruno and Julieta didn't even look at their fallen sister, they just ran faster to save their lives. 

"AND YOU BETTER BRING IT BACK TO ME, YOUNG LADY" You yelled at the redhead while the whole family laughed behind you. 

These three would be the end of you one day, you were sure of that. But god knew you wouldn't have them any other way. Besides, they were your cute little babies, so you guessed that gave them some points too.

[naoko-world]

My Bruno x reader ficlets list

I decided to put my Bruno x Reader drabbles and ficlets in a list since I wrote that much. I'll write more too, that I'll add to that peculiar list!

This list doesn't include the Bruno x Reader oneshots like Lovers for a day (and beyond) and multichapter fics like Bruno's fangirl. Neither will there be the works related to Bruno's fangirl, which you can find there.

He is Bruno? (Bruno x Fem!reader) (Use of y/n and you)

501 words

Fluff

Y/N notices a cute man on the site for the rebuilding of Casita she never saw before. It can't be Bruno Madrigal, can it?

The shoulder (Bruno x fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1105 words

Fluff

You're a librarian where Bruno often comes to. You always felt something for him but was able to contain yourself. Until he shows up with a slipping off ruana...

OK Bruno is a woman now (fem!Bruno x bi fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1135 words

fluff

While going to Casita you discover that Bruno changed into a woman.

A very Madrigal birthday - (Bruno x fem!reader)

1140 words

Fluff

It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!

Bonding with the milkman over anxiety - (Bruno x GN!Reader)

1129 words

humor/light angst/fluff/milkman AU

Bruno was a milkman in Colombia looking to bond with someone. He was starting to desperate when he met you during his delivery.

Bruno in boots (Bruno x GN!reader)

1482 words

Fluff/humor

Bruno got a vision about a cat in boots who is a fearless hero. He's so impressed by that cat he decides to do the same in her town, becoming Bruno in boots.

[eternalslover]

I had the biggest crush on him when Encanto came out

Hello! Could you write some fluff about braiding Bruno’s hair? Thanks!:)

꒰ ➼ ❝ curly romance ❞ ꒱

warnings: nothing!

bruno x reader

a/n :: i loved writing this and the request!! i’m really happy i finally got to write a story for encanto - and bruno’s hair <3 omg 🙏 IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SHORT

‘i promise you will look good bruno. please?’ you begged, and in response he slumped, shifting his way in-front of your lap. although he had his back turned to you, it as was if your grin was that large he could just sense that it was there. getting comfortable, you gently raked two fingers through his curly hair. in response, he seemed to relax under your touch, letting your fingers soothe his scalp.

you began to part his hair into three strands, but not before raking the hair that rested beside his face, giggling as he squirmed beneath your touch.

‘do you want to look good for not? if so, i need to get some of that hair out of your face.’ you were both in the rainforest that surrounded encanto, a private spot that you both agreed to accompany each other at. the splashing of a waterfall beside you drowned out most noise, however that didn’t mean it was unsatisfying. bruno’s eyes fluttered closed as you started to fold strand over strand, beginning to make a fine line — after struggling to tame his curls, you let them be. rats gathering in his lap, he took a moment to try and lean down and pet them — and with a sharp tugging of his hair, he was back in place and rubbing the back of his head.

‘ouch!’

‘mi rey,’ you tilted his head and left a gentle peck on his lips, ‘i’m almost done.’

‘you didn’t have to be so harsh though, geez.’ he almost thanked you for not mentioning his rosy cheeks. after a few moments, he almost fell into your lap as your hands pulled away from his head.

‘all done!’ you exclaimed happily, clasping your hands together. bruno brought a hand to the short braid you hand formed, before getting up and approaching the waters current. he admired the hairstyle, grasping the delicate strand.

‘it looks beautiful, mi amor.’ he offered a smile, embracing you for a kiss. pulling away, you grinned.

‘great! so you won’t mind keeping it when we go into town, then?’

‘… what?’

[aboutthatbruno]

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Request:

I need any kind of soulmate AU , Bruno Madrigal X Reader

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When you were little, your mother told you millions of times about the day she met your father, and you, loving that story, asked her to tell it to you millions of times more.

She recounted that one day, during a walk with some friends, the wind blew away the shawl around her neck and a young beautiful boy picked it up for her, as soon as his hand touched the small piece of cloth, the silk became light blue.

Until a person finds their soulmate, their eyes can only be seen in black and white, but if one of the two predestined touches the same thing in a short amount of time, the object and the world around will slowly become colourful and their love would be strong as a mountain.

The years passed and you got tired of seeing the world only in black, white, grey and all the combinations in between.

One day, you were helping a new married couple, the Mejors, to move from their parent's house to the one their friend Luisa Madrigal had built for them.

Balancing two large boxes in your arms, you crossed the street with your field of view so limited that all you could see was cardboard and because of this one of your feet caught an uneven stone.

You were prepared for hitting the floor, but someone in front of you managed to avoid your fall and with your eyes still closed in fright, you thanked the stranger and entered the couple's house.

"Where do I put these?" You asked.

"In the bedroom, please" Mrs Mejor answered.

You placed the boxes on the floor and as you were about to leave, something caught your eyes.

The bottom box, the one you actually held in your hands was slowly changing colour, from a place grey to a light brown, the tone spreading from a handprint on one side.

"Oh Dios mio" you shrieked.

"Did something broke?" Señor Mejor told you.

"No! The box... The box is changing colour, I can see its colour!" You shouted.

"One of you saw the man that helped me before?" Saying so you walked outside but there was no one to be seen.

"Y/N, that means he is your soulmate. Do not worry, Encanto is not so big" the lady tried to cheer you up.

"I know..." You murmured.

You returned home distraught and with your head in the clouds, you had waited so long for that moment and due to an unfortunate case you were not able to see him.

Not having even eaten a single bite of your food and seeing you down in spirits, your family asked you what had happened, so you told them everything, they were happy for you but sorry that you had missed that very special moment and like Mrs Major, they were confident that you would find him again.

Laying in your bed you trashed around for a while but since sleep wouldn't come you schemed and planned how to find the mysterious man.

You thought of going to the main square and touching as many surfaces as possible hoping that passing by, your soul mate could touch them in turn in a short amount of time.

You soon discarded the idea.

So you imagined of purposely losing a shoe with your name written on it and-

"Ew, that's lame! Who goes around losing shoes without realizing it?" You grunted.

Several days later you informed your father that for the whole day, you would have to help with the decorations of the village in preparation for the Spring equinox.

"Buenos Dias, Y/N" the old lady that lived in front of your house greeted you.

"Buenos Dias señora! ¿Qué se dice de bella hoy?" You asked.

"You did not hear? Bruno Madrigal returned home!" She whispered.

"The one with precognition powers? Mama told me about him once but I was just a kid back then"

"I saw him going that way, be careful, he cause misfortune!" And she pointed the direction with one of her bony fingers.

You lined the streets with decorations and flowers of which colours you could not even imagine, helped by the only member of the Madrigals that could actually create flowers out of nowhere.

The ebb and flow of time seemed to slow to a halt, even the slow setting of the sun took you by surprise and climbing down from the ladder you were on, you saw a stranger talking with Isabela.

He was strangely fascinating and you found yourself staring at him for a few moments until you managed to disenchant yourself.

The man had long curly black hair with grey streaks and looked like he hasn't had a day of sleep in months since his prominent eyebags were impossible to ignore.

He wears a ruana two sizes bigger that has seen better days over a shirt, pants, and a pair of sandals.

"Hello! I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" you said greeting him cheerfully.

You extended your hand but looking at it he took a step backwards, staring at you in disbelief.

"You don't know me?" He demanded.

"No, that's why I'm presenting myself" You responded perplexed.

"I'm Bruno Madrigal, you certainly have heard about me and what I am" told the man fidgeting with his oversized ruana.

"I have, nevertheless, I'm glad to finally meet you" you smiled gently.

He was about to reach for your hand when a cascade of flowers dropped on your head, Bruno tried to catch them but they just brushed his fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Isabella said sincerely "one of the big flower decorations just broke right above you!"

"I'm fine! No need to worry " you laughed but Bruno was walking away.

The flowers on the floor became blue and bright pink, the ground became dark brown and all the rest of the world took finally colour, but as beautiful as it was you didn't care about that.

"Bruno wait!" You called after him.

"No, please. I don't know what you're seeing but there's a mistake." He blurted walking faster.

"We're seeing the same thing! Slow down!" You ran in front of him and blocked his way extending your arms wide open.

"I'm probably older than your parents, don't do this to yourself..." He tried to convince you.

"I've waited all my life for you! Now that I find you...you don't want me, do you?" Your eyes were filling with tears and your heart was hammering in your chest.

He softened a bit "You're my soulmate...I think I'm in love with you, even before you introduced yourself, actually...I've been seeing colours for days, since the time I helped you to not fall."

"You what?" It was your turn to be frightened.

"You touched my clothes, maybe you didn't realize it. Suddenly I was seeing the world as it is and...I ran away." He admitted.

"Why? Tell me why you didn't tell me about it" You implored, grabbing him weakly from his clothes.

"You are so beautiful and young...I didn't make it. I believed there was a mistake. I never had happiness so I thought I wasn't worth it. Or worth of you" he explained, looking down at his sandals.

"Worth of me? We're destined to be together from the day we were born, Bruno. Somewhere in the universe is written that you're made for me as I'm made for you" you said placing your hand on his cheeks, rubbing the skin lovingly with your thumbs "You're perfect and if you'll look into our future, you'll see me always by your side"

Bruno was positively crying at that point, hiding his face in your neck as you held him tight, he was mumbling apologies between sobs and you shushed him gently until he recovered.

"Colours are beautiful, aren't they?" He questioned letting you go and still sniffing a bit.

"Yeah, but nothing compared to you." You responded, stealing a quick peck.

Bruno reddened like a child caught with his hands in a cookie jar, so you stole another kiss but that time he reciprocated.

"I believe my family would love you" he expressed taking one of your hands in his.

You brushed a curly strand from his face, marvelled at how gorgeous were his features and the colour of his eyes.

"You know what? I want to meet them!" You informed him.

"I have to tell you, sometimes they are a bit too much" he wanted you, walking on the way home.

"They seem wonderful, just like you," you said with a laugh.

As the sun disappeared behind the high mountains of Encanto, you walked hand in hand with your soulmate and just at that moment you realized that it's not finding the right person that makes you see the colour of the world all of the sudden but love and being loved surely does.

[daisies-daydreams]

Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Request: Sneak Peak

Hi everyone! Thank you all so much for being patient and supportive while I work on requests. I thought I'd share a sneak peak for a Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader request I'm currently working on for @duckiimo. I can't wait to publish it soon! -Daisy

WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on some fruit. You flipped yourself over and gently rubbed Bruno's chest as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you sighed.

"We were both so nervous," you blushed as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's breath hitched as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so, so well...made me the happiest girl in the whole Encanto that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his green ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest as you smirked.

"Would you like to relive that moment now?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his.

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hi there. I really like your fics, (specially the hogwarts legacy and the Encanto ones) so can I ask you for an Encanto fic in which M!reader (or GN!reader if you want more people to feel included) struggles to control their gift which is manipulating any forms of fire. Abuela gets mad for the chaos they have caused and the people are scared of them.

The reader is feeling really bad because they feel that their gift can only cause destruction but then Bruno appears and comforts them and tell them that all of the people are afraid of him too and that the gift they have is truly wonderfull.

If this doesn't bother you can you make this before the events of the movie? Maybe the reader can be still a child who got their gift not so long ago. And also that their mother is Pepa.

Thank you so much and sorry if my explanation was so long and impossible to understand. English isn't my first language. Have a nice day/ night!!

A/N: Thank you so much anon! So sorry for the delay, I ended up with chickenpox for the past few weeks and it is has taken me a while to recover. Hope you enjoy!

Destruction

child!Madrigal reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

The whole village was a flurry with anticipation. There was to be a celebration in the village square and the entire Madrigal family was helping with the decorations and preparations. Your cousin Isabela had created the most beautiful flower decorations, and you took one of the flowers in your hand to smell the sweetness of it. A little bit of pollen got into your nose and… “Achoo!” You sneezed, triggering your gift to set the poor, unsuspecting flower aflame.

“Ah! No, no, no!” You muttered, as you tried to stamp the flames out. In your panic, you only made the fire worse as you slowly set alight to ALL the decorations. Soon, half the village square was up in flames. Villagers started running around screaming, pushing and shoving as they tried to get away. Some of the village children ran up towards you before they spotted the flames coming from your hands. “Ah! Monster!” They screamed, running in the opposite direction to you.

Your mother, Pepa, saw the chaos happening. Her eyes narrowed as she saw that you were in the centre of it all. The sky darkened and rain began to pour from the sky, as lightning flashed dangerously and the loud rumble of thunder signified how terribly angry she was with you. “Oh no…” You whispered to yourself, as she came over to you, agonisingly slowly. Luckily, the intense rain was able to douse your flames, including the ones still hovering above your hands.

“Y/N!” A shriek of anger comes from the edge of the village square. You turn to see your Abuela coming towards you, her face in a vicious snarl. “How could you? You’ve destroyed everything your family has worked so hard on today!”

You sniff, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t… control it.” Your chin wobbles, as Abuela yanks your arm to drag you back to Casita. Your family follows behind you, glaring daggers into your back. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” Abuela shakes her head. “You have created absolute chaos, frightened the villages and disappointed your family. You must control your gift, or you cannot go out of Casita into Encanto.”

You gasp in shock, blinking rapidly as the tears mix in with the rain coming from Pepa’s storm. “You’ll lock me away in Casita?” You begin to sob, hugging myself as we trudge up the steps to Casita. As soon as you all get inside, you run up the stairs and run into your room, slamming the door. You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels like your heart will break.

The door slowly creaked open, and your eyes land on your Uncle Bruno as he slinks into the room. “Y/N, let’s… have a talk.” You sit up, wiping your tears, as you sit cross-legged on your bed. Bruno sits beside you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “I know what it is like. To have a gift that causes fear in other people.” He says, as you look up at him, listening intently.

“People have a tendency to be… afraid of what they don’t understand. Now, you and I… we both have powerful gifts. Capable of great things… but also capable of causing a lot of damage.” You look down, sniffling, as you hug your pillow. “They see that power, and they are afraid. They don’t take the time to understand it.” Bruno adds, sighing as he looks down at you. “I know it seems tough right now, that no one will be able to see who you are, past the big scary fire…”

“They are so frightened of me… but it isn’t my fault, I can’t control it!”

“You will, with time. And when you can, they will love you for your gift. I think it is pretty neat, honestly.” Your face lights up. “Really?”

“Well, for a start, you can create a bonfire any time you want, and then we can toast marshmallows. Or when it is super dark, and you can just flick your hand and light us a torch? Yeah… your gift is awesome.” His words make you smile for the first time, the candles in your room start to burn a bit brighter.

“You keep your chin up, kiddo. Don’t listen to the others… listen to your Uncle Bruno.” You smile, feeling the room become warmer from the heat of your flames again.

“Thanks, Tío.”

[sailorwritesstuff]

Bruno Madrigal x male reader headcanons

post Canon?? spoilers probably.

Before

- He's super nervous about everything so he really has no intentions of a relationship.

- He just wants to chill out and feed his rats.

- But you know here he is. staring at this absolute pretty boy who's been helping his family rebuild.

-every time he tries to talk to you (or even looking your direction) he gets nervous and fumbles over its words.

-So because of his paranoia He stays far away.

-and then there's Mirabel who doesn't know how to leave situations alone.

- she'll be the death of him.

- "Tio Bruno...are you ok? you're staring into space again."

- "huh? no im not."

- "yes you-" and then she follows his eyesight. "OH."

- "ay Dios mío you LIKE him"

-"no."

- suddenly y/n has Mirabel at his heels everywhere he goes. It's not too strange since it is her house at your repairing so you don't really bat an eye until she starts talking about her Tio Bruno every chance she gets. asking you have you met him, what you thought of him, telling you how nice he is, that if you want it he could read your future for you.

- All the questions and subject matter around him made you pay more attention to him. looking at him during breaks waving whenever you would see him looking at you.

- eventually Mirabel recruits Camilo into her shenanigans (and we all know how much he loves shenanigans.)

- sometimes you see yourself walking around carrying tools and just sorta blink. because HUH?!?!

- he teases Bruno the same way he teases Isabella about Mariano.

- sometimes you even see doubles of the fortune teller walking around until one who you can safely assume is Camilo walks up to you and strikes up a conversation.

-It's nothing weird He just is striking jokes the entire time and being friendly but sometimes about see you himself with you laughing makes Bruno put on his big boy pants and finally come talk to you.

-when he approaches he clears his throat which shocks Camilo back into his own body.

- "Oh Hello Bruno."

-And he just melts because you know his name. And he continues trying to strike a conversation with you, stuttering and stammering over all his words, while his knees are trying not to turn into a puddle.

After

- NICKNAMES!!!

- Girasol/sunflower

- amor/love

- cariño/honey

- All super basic but adorable.

- he likes to hold hands in public when he's nervous.

- sometimes he'll momentarily forget he's holding your hand so whenever someone will wave at him in town his brain short circuits cuz he's not used to it and he'll lift your hands together

[accihoe]

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: After Bruno's disappearance, Y/N brings the Madrigals some unexpected news.

Genre: angst (fluff)

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Encanto characters. I named the son Bartholomew in this fic. Feel free to change the name to suit you 😊. NOTE - I apologize for any incorrect grammar, spelling, or language with the Spanish.

A/n: I'm surprising myself by doing this. As per literally almost all of my other fandom works, it's probably gonna be a series. Same as always, folks, please don't steal my work. God bless! :)

xxx

The walk to Casita was nerve-wrecking. Every step closer to the household, her gut grew colder. Y/N wrapped her arms across her stomach, shielding her womb from the cold air. She hoped that Pepa was alright. Sucking in a deep breath when she arrived, Y/N entered into the courtyard.

The tiles whirred and greeted her, aiding in calming her nerves just enough for her to face breaking the news to Alma. Y/N was greeted by Camilo and Mirabel racing to her, hugging her legs. She chuckled and crouched down, hugging them back. Dolores followed suit, and then Isabella, and finally Luisa.

The children hugged her, all asking questions at the same time. Felix and Augustin came down and moved the bombarding children away from their dear friend. Pepa and Julieta soon joined, and finally, Alma. Y/N's veins ran cold as Alma's eyes locked with hers.

By no means was she afraid of the woman. In fact, she admired and respected her, which was why the news was even more appalling to have to break to the Madrigals after the fiasco of Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Y/N's heart sunk when she thought of Bruno. Alma spoke, pulling Y/N from the pit she was nearing.

"Y/N, querida (dear), what brings you here on this rainy day?"

"Señora Madrigal, I've come with news."

"Good news, I hope. I doubt we could stand any more bad news."

The older woman's tired smile splintered Y/N's heart, and she felt sick to her gut. The news she bore was supposed to be sheer joy, happiness, excitement, and all the other good emotions. However, the timing was terrible. Y/N's heart throbbed with a dull ache at the misfortunate environment and timing for her blessing.

"If we could perhaps discuss this in private, please."

Y/N gave a weak smile. Alma nodded.

"Children, Dolores, you specifically, please make way to your rooms."

The children scurried off, doing as their Abuela asked. The grownups stayed in the courtyard as Y/N followed Alma to the kitchen.

"I'd uh.. I'd suggest that you sat down for this, Señora."

Alma raised concerned brows but sat down nevertheless, and Y/N did too. She plucked at the hem of her skirt, unable to look Alma in the eyes. Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath before she looked at Alma.

"I-I uh.. there is no easy way to say this... but I have to let you know. And I'm aware that this is the worst time possible to bring this news to you, but I'd rather tell you myself, a-and- you have every right to know. And to be upset with me..."

All Alma did was raise a brow. Y/N swallowed thickly and smoothed her palms across her lap before they protectively wrapped around her middle.

"You're with child?"

Alma guessed. Y/N looked at her with large eyes and bit her lip as she nodded.

"Querida (Dear), I do not know how you being with child can upset me."

"It's Bruno's."

Y/N rushed out in a whisper. Alma gasped as she sat back in her chair. The knot in Y/N's throat came loose, and the tears queued behind her waterline.

"I promise you that we didn't fornicate- we just... oh dios. Bruno and I..."

Y/N sighed and tightened her arms across her waist.

"Nos fugamos cuando Bruno tenía treinta." (We eloped when Bruno was thirty.)

"You married my son behind my back and have been married to him for ten years without informing me?"

Y/N looked at her lap as the dam wall broke and the hot tears spilt over her cheeks. She nodded, unable to look the woman in her eyes.

"I am so sorry for not telling you sooner. We - Bruno, Bruno, and I wanted to tell the familia when everything was settled and when the town was more fond of Bruno. We planned to re-marry and have a large ceremony for the familia."

"Please leave and never come back." (Lol, my dentist said that to me word for word when I was about 6 or 7.)

"Perdóname?" (Pardon me?)

"I said, please leave and never come back."

"B-but the child- it is your grandchild..."

"I do not care. I want nothing to do with a child who's parents betrayed the familia!"

Y/N got up on trembling legs.

"Lo siento mucho." (I am so sorry.)

Whether she whispered it to the baby, to Alma, or to herself, she was unsure. Y/N kept her head low, ignoring the pleas of her brothers and sisters in law as she walked. The walk home was even worse than the walk from home. Alma refused to tell anyone what had been discussed between herself and Y/N, and insisted that everything go back to the way they were.

Her son was born several months later, Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Y/N sent Alma a letter, to which she never got a response.

(Here comes our boiii)

Bruno, who had been arranging the space behind the kitchen wall for himself to live in, had heard the conversation between his mother and his wife. He was distraught by the idea of having a child and being unable to be in the child's life or in his wife's life. A sickening feeling in his gut made him fear the worst; that she'd find a present father for their son and ignore his existence like everybody else. Mustering up all of his courage, Bruno decided to write a letter to Y/N. His little acquaintances promised to deliver the letter to her.

One evening, he'd snuck out of the walls to get food when he heard his mother's voice.

"Mi Pedro. I wish you were here to help me. Brunito has a child, and he's not here to see it. Al parecer es un niño pequeño (Apparently it's a little boy.). Brunito is also apparently married. The mother sent me a letter today. The child's name is Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Que nombre (What a name.)."

Alma chuckled at the end of her confession, and Bruno had to grip the wall for support. He heard his son's names, the very names him and his amada (beloved) had discussed in their years of courting.

It'd had been a long day for Y/N and Bartholomew, Y/N, trying to find any job in the town to feed herself and most importantly her child, and getting judged for having a child outside of marriage, which she hadn't. But nobody could know that she was married.

"Por fin estamos en casa, cariño."

(We're home at last my darling).

The baby cooed, warming Y/N's heart. He inherited his father's big, beady eyes and their mischievous glint. The very glint that made Y/N fall in love with him. And not the dreadful mischievous he was described as, the mischievousness of a humble heart yearning to please others and make them laugh.

After feeding him, Y/N put Bartholomew down in his crib. Her ears perked when she heard a shuffling noise in front of her door. Y/N squeaked when she opened the door; two rats were dragging an envelope. She shooed them with her broom, assuming they wanted to use the letter in a nest or something. The rats screeched before scurrying into the bush. Y/N clicked her tongue as she brushed the dust off the letter and got up. Her eyes widened when she saw her name on the paper in very familiar handwriting.

Y/N bit her lip as she traced her name on the paper. She sat down on the steps, reaching into her apron. She tutted with her tongue and the rats slowly crept out of their hiding spot.

"I'm sorry for being rude."

She smiled, breaking off a piece of pastry and tossing it a bit away from her. The rats scurried, racing each other to the crumb. The second rat pawed sadly as the other rat refused to share the crumb. Y/N broke off another piece and held her hand out. The rat inched closer slowly before leaning against her palm with its paws, sniffling the food.

The rat grabbed the pastry piece from her and sat next to her on the step, eating it.

"Thank you for delivering my letter."

The first rat sat on its hind legs, grooming its ears as Y/N spoke. The second rat cautiously made its way onto her lap. She laid her palms in her lap, allowing the rat to get onto it. She brought the rat up to her face, smiling at the creature. It ran down her arm and joined the other rat. They squeaked as if in conversation, and both heads turned to Y/N. Beady, glassy, red eyes stared at her before they scurried off. As if on cue, Bartholomew started crying.

Y/N went in and locked the door, swiftly making her way to her son. As soon as he was cradled in her arms, he was calm. And, unbeknownst to anyone, Bruno had started crying at the same time as his son, mourning for the life he'd wanted since his golden years. A life that was torn from him the moment he got it.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, deciding to read the letter whilst she held her son. He was her only comfort.

Y/N, mi regalo más preciado y hermoso. (Y/N, my most precious and beautiful gift.)

I'd like to start off this letter with an apology. An apology for my sudden disappearance and an apology for being the worst form of a husband I could be.

I heard about Bartholomew. Just know that I love him, and I love you. I will always love mis dos bendiciones (I will always love my two blessings). I cannot describe the inconsolable grief that I feel from being unable to have a part in my son and my wife's life. And I feel the same amount of grief that you have been banned from the familia.

You have every right to be angry with me, to hate me. I will never blame you, should you do either of those or more.

Mi corazón (My heart), I will continue writing to you. I will send a letter to Bartholomew on his birthday each year until we are hopefully reunited one day. Even if you throw them away or burn them, I will continue writing to you. I love you more than I could ever find the words to put together.

Tuyo Sinceramente, (Yours Sincerely) Bruno.

Y/N felt numerous emotions at once. Anger, pain, confusion, joy, and hope. Though, she did not feel the anger towards Bruno. She kissed the letter, placing it on her windowsill. Y/N looked down at her son. His peaceful face put her pounding heart at ease. She finally understood the trail Alma faced being a single mother. Her throat burned as she thought of the woman, the heartache she must have been through. Though uncalled for, she understood Alma's reaction.

Y/N pressed a loving kiss to her son's forehead, promising to give him the best life she possibly could.

xxx

Fin

Hope you liked it. There will be more parts. Part 2 will probably be released today.

Lots of love

[eternalslover]

Bruno <33

Could I have some cuddle headcanons with Mirabel and a short gender-neutral reader?

headcanons

mirabel x reader ; camilo x reader ; isabela x reader ; bruno x reader : cuddling positions.

a/n : didn't rly mention height, only cause i didn't rly know how to, apologies. and i added the other three for fun :)

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MIRABEL

the honeymoon hug.

she likes having her face in your chest and just relaxing after any day.

loves if you play with her hair while you two cuddle.

legs intertwined and arms around each other, nothing could get better than that.

CAMILO

lay atop of him.

your head on his chest and his arms hugging your back, legs intertwined, it’s perfect.

he’ll play with your hair and give your scalp a massage.

it’s heaven honestly.

ISABELA

literally everything.

any way she can have her hands on you and be close to you, she’ll be thriving.

but she does find benefit if she can wrap her legs around you and be unbelievably close.

she just loves being all up in your personal space.

BRUNO

the spoon.

a classic!

doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, so long he gets to be with you.

if he’s the big spoon, expect little tickles from him every now and then. just cause he likes to bug ya.

he’ll occasionally give you a squeeze, hands around your waist, just so you know he’s there.

and when he’s the little spoon, he loves when you play with his hair.

he finds it immensely relaxing and will biome putty in your hands immediately.

[immortalme123]

CAMILO MADRIGAL X TALL FEM READER

i just write this to cheer myself since every story i read, yn is 140-150cm tall😭 and i am 173cm herself-

And i actually found out that camilo is 162cm-

So yeah, i will make reader 175 cm tall- and in this story y'all dating btw cause I am lazy to write story from the start💀😅😅😭😭😭

I will write headcanons and one shot maybe

HE/HIM FOR CAMILO AND SHE/HER FOR READER(Y/N)

-he hates and loves the fact that you are taller than him

-he try to tip-toe to kiss you but you were too tall for him so he have to ask you- and let me tell you, he will be blushing mess

-he love to hug you and listen to your heartbeat 💓

-antonie and him sometimes ask you to piggyback

-and when pepa saw you two first time, she see herself and Felix in you guys and she almost cried✨

-he loves to hold your hand when you guys doing your chores or walking around and he told you that he won't get lost if he hold your hand.

-he thinks you are kinda scary when you mad

-when you first met His family, everyone was shocked and happy that camilo have loved who will care for him and love him.

-felix was proud and pepa was little crying and adored you but when you guys first met Like at market or during her chores, she was kinda suspicious of you and snappy now she loves you like her own daughter, Bruno thinks your great but keep little distance of you since you are way taller than him, even tho he live with luisa- and Isabela likes to tease you both to end (with Dolores)

-you think your gonna get bullied because your tall? Oh heck nah you easily can win whoever try to hurt you or camilo-

-he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and you put your head on his head (this sound weird)

-he sometimes cling in to you while you doing your chores

-you have to look little down to look at his face, and he have to look up

-he whine about how his neck hurt from looking up but he isn't complaining tho-your just so pretty

-he always say your pretty and some cheesy stuff

-if you are insecure about your height, oh boy he GONNE lecture you and told you how amazing you are and your height make it better for hour or maybe more

-you and Luisa kinda get along since you guys are tall duo in town

-if he is in bad moon, he just hug you from behind or headbutt your back to let you know

Short story:

"AYYYY amor!" You head voice behind you and that voice belong to only camilo madrigal, your boyfriend.

"oh hey love" you opened your arms and he jumped in to it, clinging to you and putting his head at your chest

"ughhh i missed you..it's like it's been years!!!!" He whined, you laughed softly "but it's been only 1 hour?-" he rolled his eyes and hugged you thigter.

"amor....u-uh can i kiss you?" He was embarrassed to ask that but he was kinda getting used to it, you bent over and he cupped your face and kisses also while tip-toe. Y'all didn't realize pepa and Felix were spying on you guys-

"aren't they perfect mi amor?" Felix said holding his wife hand, and wiping her tear

"oh yes....they are perfect....they remind of us while we were teenagers.." pepa smiled lovingly at us, and there was little cloud

"MOM DAD!? ARE YOU GUYS SPYI-"

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 13)

Breeding kink requested by jessicarosequinzelfleck Thigh Riding requested by chai-writes

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader Modern Day!Imagine Non-Magic AU Summary: On a particularly lazy day, both Bruno and Y/n want to try something new in the relationship Warnings: Smut, swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), breeding kink Word Count: 1796 Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination Author Note: It's a little less breeding kink that I like, but I didn't know how to go about it in this context so I tried my best :p Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Previous) >(Part 13)<

Bruno POV

Today unfolded as a wonderfully serene day, cocooned within the cozy confines of our home, my beloved by my side. We reclined on the plush expanse of our couch, my arms outstretched to cradle her, her supple form nestled atop my chest. A television program, its content an inconsequential murmur, provided a gentle backdrop to our shared solitude.

In a languid moment, she released a drawn-out sigh, gracefully shifting her weight into a more upright posture. Her dulcet voice, tinged with a hint of fatigue, melodically expressed her prevailing sentiment.

“I’m bored,” she lamented, her expression marked by an endearing pout.

Responding to her proclamation, I animatedly clapped my hands upon my thighs, promptly elevating myself into an attentive stance, eager to fulfill her desire for amusement.

“Well, you have anything in mind you want to do?” I inquired, my eyes locking onto hers in anticipation.

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she smirkingly replied, "Well, there is one thing that's been playing on my mind," her words dipped in an enticing allure.

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my curiosity palpable. "What’s that>" I beseeched, my imagination running wild with possibilities.

Without a moment's hesitation, she sprung into action, effortlessly leaping onto my lap, straddling one of my legs with a playful agility that left me utterly taken aback. Her sudden bubbly demeanor infused the air with a delightful spontaneity, and my heart raced in tandem with her newfound enthusiasm.

“So..what exactly..is this?” I inquired, my hands cautiously retracting into the vicinity of my own being.

Her response was a seductive silence, a tantalizing prelude to the sensual journey she was about to lead me on. Without uttering a single word, she initiated a mesmerizing dance of her hips, a slow and sinuous motion that saw her lower half sensually gliding back and forth, the tantalizing friction of her body against my thigh igniting a fire within me. 

Oh.

Oh.

As her hypnotic movements continued to beguile me, I found myself succumbing to the intoxicating rhythm of the moment. My hands, compelled by an irresistible desire, ventured forth, their quest marked by a deliberate and unhurried ascent up her supple thighs, tracing the contours of her body with a gentle touch that conveyed both admiration and longing.

Finally, my fingers found their destination, gripping firmly onto her plush hips as if anchoring myself to her irresistible allure. With unwavering resolve, I took control of our sensual dance, guiding her in a delicate, synchronized cadence that mirrored the yearning that had awakened within us both.

“Is this what you want?” 

A silent affirmation passed between us as she responded with a fervent nod, her teeth delicately sinking into her bottom lip in anticipation. The sight of her eagerness filled my heart with a profound sense of connection and desire, and a knowing smile graced my lips.

I relinquished control to her with a tender surrender, granting her the freedom to explore this newfound intimacy as she pleased. Our connection deepened, not only in the physical realm but also in the unspoken language of desire and trust that bound us in that electrifying moment.

In the midst of her tantalizing dance, a surge of passion coursed through me, igniting a fervent desire that could no longer be contained. With a decisive and tender movement, I gently cradled her face in the palm of my hand, guiding her towards me with a commanding yet affectionate touch.

Our lips met in a fervent and consuming kiss, a passionate convergence of our longing and attraction. The world around us faded into insignificance as our mouths melded in an intimate embrace, our breaths becoming one. 

My own desires now driving me to a point of undeniable urgency, felt a potent need to take charge of the moment. With a swift and confident motion, I exerted my strength, deftly flipping the two of us over, our bodies now entwined in a different position.

With a shared smile of anticipation, we allowed ourselves to succumb to the potent allure of our desires. In a passionate entanglement, we shed the confines of restraint, removing each other's clothes, unveiling the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.

With a tender kiss, I conveyed my affection for her in that fleeting moment, savoring the anticipation that hung between us. As our bodies united as I pushed my member in her cunt.

“God, mi Vida. You’re a wonder, you know that.” I said. 

A symphony of pleasure emerged from our synchronized movements, harmonizing our breathless moans with the rhythmic dance of passion. The sensation of our bodies intertwining ignited a cascade of euphoria within us, each movement deepening the symphony of pleasure that resounded through our beings.

The air became electric, charged with a blend of excitement and longing as we navigated the uncharted territory of our desires. Our bodies moved in sync, fueled by a fierce hunger for exploration and pleasure.

With each touch, a symphony of sensations echoed through my being, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume every ounce of rationality. The intensity of our connection transcended the physical, intertwining our spirits in a dance of passion and vulnerability.

In that moment, time ceased to exist, leaving only the molten heat of our entangled bodies and the unspoken promises hanging in the air. Letting go of inhibitions, we allowed ourselves to revel in the raw and unfiltered ecstasy, surrendering to the rapture that awaited us.

As desire surged through my veins, a fleeting moment of primal instinct momentarily overcame me, compelling my body to move with an unrestrained force. With an uncontrollable surge of passion, I thrust into her, driven by a fervent desire to please and bring her untold pleasure.

“I’m gonna fill you up, mi Vida. I’m gonna make you swell with my cum.”

In a whispered declaration, my voice laced with both tenderness and arousal, I promised to mark her with my love, to fill her with the essence of our connection. The raw intensity of the moment consumed us, our bodies locked in a powerful embrace, destined to leave an indelible mark on our souls.

“Please, papi!” she moaned, desperately. 

In a symphony of passion, her desperate plea echoed in the air, fueling my desire to grant her every wish. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reveled in the intoxicating power of her response.

Though my usual focus lay in her pleasure, today, an overwhelming surge of primal need coursed through me, urging me to embrace the raw instinct that burned within. With an unyielding determination, I chased my own climax, seeking the ultimate release that would unite us in a profound and erotic crescendo.

The allure of witnessing my essence spill from her became an irresistible fantasy, heightening the intensity of our connection, and ensuring that this moment would etch itself as a vivid memory in our shared tapestry of desire.

I need to fill her with my cum.

As the intensity of our passion swelled, I could feel the rising tide of our climax drawing near. With every shared moan and trembling touch, the fiery culmination of our desires approached like a storm on the horizon.

As the weight of our shared desire lingered in the air, a new surge of raw passion consumed me. The thought of leaving my mark within her, of intimately connecting our bodies in the most primal way possible, spurred me into action. 

With unyielding determination, I found myself driven to push further, to explore the depths of our connection with an even greater intensity. The hunger to fill her with the essence of our love, to permeate her being with my seed, pulsed through me, amplifying every touch and every movement.

Whispering in a voice laced with longing, I confessed my deepest desire, an intimate declaration that revealed the raw vulnerability within my soul.

"I want to fill you with my seed," I breathed, my voice tinged with urgency and devotion.

In that shared moment of electrifying revelation, our hearts beat as one, knowing that this act of primal passion would etch itself into our beings, forever eternally intertwining our spirits in a tapestry of fearlessness, vulnerability, and boundless love.

In the final moments, our bodies writhed together, consumed by an insatiable hunger, as we reached the precipice of ecstasy. The world around us faded into a blur of sensations, and time became an abstract concept, irrelevant to the overwhelming bliss we were about to experience.

In a crescendo of pleasure, our cries mingled, echoing through the room as waves of ecstasy crashed over us. Our bodies tensed and quivered, each shudder conveying the intensity of our release. 

As our bodies languidly unwound from the throes of passion, I gazed down at the tender tableau revealed before me. Gradually withdrawing from her embrace, a sense of satisfaction and awe washed over me.

In that moment of bittersweet separation, a glistening testament of our intense union lingered, as beads of my essence gradually trickled out of her. Captivated by the primal beauty of the scene, I couldn't resist the surge of desire that coursed through me like an electric current.

Impulsively, I dipped my fingertip into the pool of our combined essence, savoring its warmth and texture, before gently tracing a path back into her yearning depths. A gasp escaped her lips, her body responding instinctively to this final act of connection, sealing our bond with a shared intimacy that was both primal and tender.

As I watched her eyes flutter open, a mixture of surprise and gratification dancing within their depths, I knew that this indelible moment would forever bind us in a tapestry of unspoken desires and cherished memories.

A faint blush speckled my cheeks as her soft lips pressed gently against my flushed skin, infusing the moment with a warmth that matched the embers of our fading passion. Her tender kiss ignited a spark of tenderness within me, dispelling any lingering doubt or uncertainty.

I gazed into her eyes, captivated by their depth and the genuine affection that shone within. "Well... that was pretty good," I admitted shyly, a flicker of self-consciousness mingling with the remnants of pleasure.

Drawing closer, her voice carried a gentle reassurance. "It was much more than good." Her words washed over me, a soothing balm for any trace of lingering insecurity.

In her embrace, I found solace and acceptance, understanding that this intimate encounter had surpassed mere physical satisfaction. It had blossomed into something profound, forging an unbreakable bond between us.

Bathed in the afterglow of our shared passion, a quiet contentment washed over me, and I knew that this fleeting moment was just the beginning of a journey filled with exploration, love, and endless possibilities.

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Author Note: Holy shit, I haven't written anything for this Fanfic in ages. I looked back at my requests for this fanfic and felt I needed to do something about it. I have so many lined up to write but I just haven't felt like writing for ages. I have other big projects that I have planned and really want to focus on them, so I will not really be updating this one frequently and I will not be taking requests for it as I already have too many to catch up on for ages ago. I do really appreciate that support I have gotten on this fanfic and I hope I can get the same for other projects too :)

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