#julieta madrigal and reader

[zafirosreverie]

Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

 But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" 

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

[novthewolf]

Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

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[marshmellowjay]

Am i the only one who's wondering where all the encanto writers went? Cus God damn we're those the shit once that movie came out.

Sure there were a few questionable ones but I was low-key down for the yandere ones.

The platonic ones were probably my fav ngl. Or the ones where reader has powers. Y'all were eating that shit up fr.

Opinions?

Repost plz!

[mariart901]

Los trilizos jugando ✨✨

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

You’re Gonna Make Me See God

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Girl on Girl, Lesbian smut, Fingering (fem receiving), Oral sex (fem receiving), Mirror sex, Mommy kink, Dumbification, Multiple orgasms, Established relationship.

Writing Time: ?

Word Count: 800 rough estimate.

Format: NSFW Fic.

A/N:

Don’t mind me, just reposting any of my saved works right now. Expect more Encanto smut and random masterlist.

Translations:

Hermosa - Beautiful

Una - What

Peqeña perfecta la coño - Prefect little pussy

Pequeña puta - little whore

Mi amor - My love

Mierda - Shit

Preciosa - Gorgeous

I'm really sorry if these translations are incorrect, I am not a native speaker and I am using Google Translate. If anyone wants to correct me, please feel free to do so.

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You could feel her eyes flick up and burn into you and then you heard a giggle escape her lips.

But you couldn't look back at her. Not when she was doing this to you. Not when she was touching you in this sinful way and making you cry her name weakly.

How could such a quiet polite young woman make you whimper like how you were now? Many, including yourself for a time, thought of Julieta as a sweet innocent girl with no unholy thoughts and only a goal to heal and help as many people as possible.

But how wrong you all were.

Imagine the look on the townspeople if they could see you now with Julieta Madrigal, everyone's holy healer and saviour, fucking you with her long delicate fingers.

"Does my hermosa girl like that?" She grinned.

You whined again.

"Does she like being bend over with my fingers deep inside of her pequeña perfecta la coño?"

I moaned at her dirty words, "Julieta!"

"Aw.." She cooed at you and thrusted her fingers in deeper, "Una pequeña puta..."

More sinful noises fell out of your mouth. You felt so filthy; you were having very tender sex with a woman well out of your league and she won't stop whispering dirty things into your ear.

But it felt so dam good.

You felt although you was slowly falling down slowly, into the deep pleasure Julieta was providing you with.

It felt amazing. Like bliss.

You never wanted her fingers to leave you, so you tried your hardest to squeeze your thighs close together to prevent the sinful Angel from pulling away.

But your thighs were shaking so much from the pleasure, you couldn't do anything. Which made it easy for her to hold your legs open so she could do whatever she wanted to you.

Julieta owned you. And your pussy.

You had felt slightly embarrassed earlier about being so exposed and vulnerable to someone but you had instantly forgotten those self-doubting thoughts as soon as Julieta's fingers entered you.

"Mi amor..?"

A sudden change in her tone brought you back up to reality. She had went from playful dirty tease to the usual soft and gentle Julieta everyone knew again. The change didn't scare you, but it made me slightly nervous as you knew she now wanted something from you.

Julieta leaned up from behind of you and gently used your hair to pull your head and force you to look straight forward. You now saw and remembered the mirror that stood across from the bed.

You could see yourself looking back at you and Julieta behind you in the mirror. You thought you looked...unflattering, to say the least. With your tight braids now out and an absolute mess in between Julieta's fingers, dry tears on both your cheeks, a red face that made you look as if you had been drinking and salvia (that was both yours and Julieta's) smeared across your mouth.

'Mierda.' You thought, 'She had done that much to me? How long had we been doing this for? I thought it had only been a few minutes but now I really think about it, it been at least an hour. Possibly two.'

"Look at how beautiful you are, Preciosa!" Her laughter filled the room and you sighed in response.

"I want you to watch your pretty face while I lick your pussy."

There it was. The command you was waiting for. It made your cheeks burn more and your legs shake again.

Julieta then let go of your hair and moved back down to ruin you again. This time with her tongue. You quickly tended up and gasped, but your eyes didn't leave the mirror, as you felt her slippery wet member enter your wet throbbing cunt.

You whispered, "Oh God Julieta, you're going to make me see God..."

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Reactions: Having a nightmare about their darling getting hurt/losing them

Julieta Madrigal: 

The dream stuck with her for weeks. 

She knows it's silly but every time her darlings come to her with a new wound that dream floods back full force.  

This then leads to her going just a little overboard when caring and keeping an eye on her darling.  

It will start to fade after a few months, but it will be a very…. cautious few months. 

Pepa Madrigal: 

Like Julieta…. but way more intense.  

The dream really put a shock to her system making her gentler with her darling, yet she will be clingier than before. 

She is going to drag her darling with her everywhere she goes believing that she can protect them from everything if they are with her. 

In truth she knows she can't protect them from EVERYTHING but it's a comfort for her knowing that they are there with her. 

Like Julieta, it will take her a while before she starts calming down (although it will be double for her than it would be for Julieta.) 

Bruno Madrigal: 

He is going to constantly be checking up on them both in person and using his future vision. 

He is just a bit calmer since he can see if anything is going to happen or not. 

That doesn't mean that he won't be on alert. 

Being on edge makes him look into the future more often than needed but it’s a way for him to calm his nerves even if it’s for a short time. 

Because of his power he will start to calm down just a bit faster than his sisters yet that doesn't mean he will never stop looking after his darling in his own way.

[phantoms-hall]

Julieta Madrigal NSFW Alphabet (Fem!Reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She's amazing at aftercare. She lets you know how well you've done and how good you made her feel. She'll cuddle you and stroke your hair for some time and then she'll run a nice warm bath for you both. She also makes sure you're well hydrated after the act and is always certain to ask whether you're hungry or not. If you are, she'll whip you up something in no time without complaint. But if she's the one that's a bit more tuckered out after everything, she'll allow you to pamper her by giving her a short massage after you both get cleaned up and hydrated.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As humble as she is, she has some bias towards her hips. She's quite proud of them, and while she doesn't wear clothes to show them off to others, she loves showing them to you. As for her favourite body part on you, she loves them all- but if she had to pick it would be your hands. While she's quite articulate with her hands and fingers from decades of cooking, there's just something about yours that she can't get enough of. Especially when you hold her by her hips or have them on her neck. She gives into you instantly when your hands go to work on her.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves to taste you as she makes you come undone, licking up every drop. And when you do the same to her, it makes her feel euphoric- as if all her woes never existed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She fantasized about you before you got together more than she would like to admit. Now, more so when she sees you hard at work- with the grit and grime of the day gracing your body. Especially when your usually neat hair is messy; it makes her think of other times you look disheveled. Doesn't help that you look like that often. She would tell you, but she knows you wouldn't let her hear the end of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She has three kids, I think she knows what she's doing. That's over two decades of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves any position where she can see you the most. Whether she's riding your face, or getting herself off by rubbing against your thigh and using hers to get you off. If you're going for something more penetrative, she loves spooning- whether she's the big spoon or not.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She has a good balance between the two. When you're going down on each other, she's completely in focus but she's not opposed to a few jokes being cracked here and there even if she hardly initiates them.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Her hair down there is a bit darker and coarse with the same speckles of gray on her head. She keeps herself neatly trimmed, since she thinks going completely bare is too much of a hassle and she barely has time as it is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very very romantic during the act. She cups your face for kisses quite often and always lets you know how much you mean to her. She always leaves a gentle trail of kisses on your body and you reciprocate in full. She loves it when you kiss her neck and when you look into her eyes when she's close. She loves to hear you tell her how much she means to you and to hear I love you so much more than anything during the moment. Her romanticism for sex never changes no matter how many times she experiences it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't do it often because she's always busy, not to mention she much prefers when you touch her. But on the off chance you're not available, she'll go to her room for a few moments of privacy and take care of herself if that option is on the table.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Despite her innocent nature, she has quite a few. She adores hickeys everywhere on her body, especially on her breasts. She also likes spanking and bites with the occassional bout of being blind folded. While she isn't one for crude talk with people she's not romantically invested in, she has a spot for dirty talk. Nothing too crazy but it's there. She's more of a praise person both on the recieving and giving end. If you want her to degrade you- she'll oblidge but the names she calls you are more on the tame side. Think more bad girl or dirty girl rather than whore or slut. Since her food can heal minor injuries in seconds, she makes it her business for you to leave your marks on her everytime you two have sex. When she does it to you, she shamelessly litters your neck with hickeys just to see that look on your face when you realize- then she innocently shoves an arepa into your mouth as if she wasn't saying the most sinful things the night before.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Her bedroom, no doubt.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said, you hard at work gives her a lot to think about- but when you take a shower after all that labour and your clothes cling to your body while your hair still drips a little, gets her going. She also hyperfixates on your hands a lot when you two are alone, thinking of what they can do to her until she can't take it anymore. In that case, she pounces on you. She also likes when you beg her during the act, much to her surprise. Something about that exasperated look on your face makes her feel things she didn't even know she could feel.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that can lead to severe injury, even if she can heal them. She would feel terrible for injuring you and she knows you'd feel the same if you injured her. She also doesn't like to hear self demeaning things during the act, it gets to her. And most definitely nothing to do with bodily waste.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as she loves giving and as great as it feels for her tongue to be on you, she very much adores receiving. Something about your tongue is so desirable to her body and while you may not have a gift like her, she's sure your tongue is magic.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She likes to take it slow and sensual, savouring each moment every time. She loves to make sure she's taken care of you everywhere and loves when you take your time to explore every crevice of her body.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. She can only recall one instance when it happened because the two of you hadn't seen each other properly in four days and by the time the both of you got home, you were too tired to do much. But because you missed each other, she let it play out like that. You two promised each other that you would start taking more breaks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She's okay to experiment, but she would want to know about it before hand so you can discuss it and see if you're both comfortable. As for risk, definitely not for her. She prefers the privacy of her own bedroom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She usually lasts for a solid forty five minutes, close to an hour and a half if you're prolonging her orgasm. As for rounds, on a normal day she can last for one. But if she's completely rested, you're getting three rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I'm genuinely not sure how they would get toys in a secluded magical village, but if they're available, I'd say she owns one or two. She hardly uses them on herself because of time restraints and her preferance to use them with her partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Surprisingly (or not) a bit of a tease. While she might like teasing you, when you tease her all of a sudden you're being unfair [name].

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She usually lets out more breathy moans and isn't too loud until she cums. But if you haven't had each other in a while, she'll be louder and has to put something over her mouth to drown out the sound while cumming- whether that be her hand or yours, a pillow or biting into your shoulder a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes shower sex and while she's usually the one in charge, she loves it when you ravage her- especially in there.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has a round and plump figure with generously sized boobs. The caresses of time and the bearing of three children are visible and makes her all the more alluring for it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She gets in the mood at least once a week, but usually can't find the time to work it out unless it's every other week or longer. You make sure and compensate her for her long wait though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's usually awake for an hour or two even after getting cleaned up and falls asleep once she's content with looking at your cute sleeping face.

[sleepingdeath-light]

various disney women vs no nut november hcs ; 18+

requested by ; disney anon (event)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | encanto

character(s) ; julieta madrigal, lady tremaine, maleficent, mother gothel, pepa madrigal, queen elinor

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, various characters failing the ‘no nut november’ challenge

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

julieta madrigal

first thing’s first but julieta doesn’t see any real point in participating in a challenge like nnn — why would she want to avoid sexual intimacy with her spouse for a whole month? — but if you make a game of it, promise to substitute sexual contact with way more non-sexual intimacy, and promise to play with her then she may be convinced enough to give it a go

she absolutely succeeds, by the way — has an insultingly easy time of it, too

partly because her work as the town healer keeps her so busy, and partly because she doesn’t have a particularly high libido in the first place so she’s more than content just cuddling up with you and relaxing after a long day of cooking and chasing after the kids

so, needless to say, left to her own devices she’s not going to fail

but if you decide to call it quits before the month is up then she’s content to join you in that — after all, she only participated because it was a fun challenge you were doing as a couple, so she’s not too bothered about ‘winning’ or ‘losing’ anything

in other words: however long julieta lasts during nnn is down to how good you are at playing (or how long you can go without those talented hands of hers on and inside of you)

lady tremaine

didn’t want to participate, only decided to partake after weeks of you begging her to, will succeed with ease, and will do everything in her power to make you crumble

she wears her most flattering lingerie around the house and makes sure that you see every inch of her body that you’re not allowed to touch

she lets her hands wander more than they would normally when you’re strolling through the estate gardens or lounging side by side, only to pull away with a comment about the challenge when she notices you starting to enjoy yourself a bit too much

she drives you absolutely bonkers every chance she gets and, sadist that she is, delights in your suffering behind her facade of neutrality — it’s not even about the challenge itself anymore for her (it never was, really), it’s about pushing you to your breaking point and making you beg for her

and when you do finally snap — because she knows you won’t make it through the whole month like this — she rewards you with her full attention, turning a typical punishment into a day of indulgence while still never letting you make her finish

and, just to prove a point, she manages to go the whole month without cumming while still tending to your needs — just be warned that december will start off with a bang after all the trouble she went through at your suggestion

maleficent

she’s spent most of her life living in relative celibacy so no nut november will be a walk in the park for her, if anything the real challenge for her is finding new ways to torment you for being a brat while working around the restrictions the challenge imposes upon you both

fortunately the mistress of evil is a very creative woman and she’s able to find plenty of workarounds that, if done right, don’t involve you finishing in any way (spanking, verbal scolding, edging sessions, etc.)

unfortunately that means that unless you tap out of the challenge of your own accord (i.e. masturbate), you’re going to have to put up with being edged and denied over and over again until december comes — or you could just make a point of being on your best behaviour for thirty days instead of trying to get your girlfriend to break

… but where’s the fun in that?

mother gothel

she was the one that proposed taking part in nnn under the impression that the sex you’ll end up having on december first will be made that much better by having gone so long without release beforehand

she’s also the first one to crumble because, for all her talk of self-restraint back in september and october, gothel is absolutely fucking insatiable when it comes to you and she ends up deciding the challenge is stupid and pointless and that the two of you should give up only about… three days in…

yeah…

gothel also refuses to lose to herself (no matter how vivid her wet dreams start to get and how increasingly tempting it is to slide a hand beneath her nightdress as the days slip by) or to admit to her own lack of restraint, so she makes it her mission to break you as soon as possible instead

she traipses around your home in the skimpiest lingerie she owns, bends at wholly conspicuous angles that give you the perfect view of her ass from behind or of her tits from the front, hangs off of your body when you’re at home and presses herself as close to you as possible, speaks almost exclusively in innuendo and euphemism for a few days, and even resorts to subtly grinding herself down against you when she sits on your lap just to get you to crumble

desperate times call for desperate measures, after all

and when you do finally break and the two of you make love, you can guarantee that she’ll be teasing you for giving in — talking about how needy you are, how obsessed you are with her, and so on as if she wasn’t the one who was trying to get you into bed with her for weeks (typical)

all of that’s to say that she’s the type to go into the challenge full of bravado and confidence only to fall apart and declare the whole thing to be a stupid farse that wasn’t even worth your time in the first place — and she’ll give you such a dirty look if you propose a redo next year because she is not going through that again

pepa madrigal

at the start of the month pepa will be extremely optimistic about being able to last until december, lovingly teasing you about how she’s sure you’re going to crack first and that this will be so easy, etc.

she crumbles within the first week — maybe even on day one if you’re feeling especially evil and act particularly flirty towards her

(not-so-innocent fleeting touches to her sides and lower back when walking past her, whispering about all the things you want to do to her right against the shell of her ear, letting your hands wander when you kiss, giving her bedroom eyes when no one else is looking, etc. — she’ll be keening and writhing beneath you in no time)

… don’t ever bring this challenge up around her again in the future unless you want to deal with some absolutely terrible weather and a very huffy wife

queen elinor

elinor probably wouldn’t do this of her own accord and would only partake if you goaded her into a challenge — make it a game with a desirable enough prize at the end (like the promise of a long trip and a feast) and you’re sure to catch her interest enough for her commit to a month of complete celibacy

she absolutely hates nnn and cannot wait for december to roll around, but to her credit she does manage to last out the whole month

does not make it easy for you though, keeps teasing and goading you into giving up and letting her win whenever the two of you are alone — she may be a patient queen but she can be just as cheeky as her children when she wants to be, rest assured of that much

the second she wakes up on december first she’s jumping your bones and taking out all of her pent up frustration from the last month — and she will not be letting up until the safe word is called or she’s finally fucked herself dumb with you (at which point all she’ll want is to sleep the rest of the morning away before the promised feast will be ready for her in the evening)

[call-to-the-wyatt]

Encanto Headcanon- Dating Camilo would include... (Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader)

Hey everyone!! Today I decided to write an Encanto Headcanon about dating Camilo. This is fully based on what I know about the Madrigals and what I imagine dating Camilo would be like. I obviously got some inspiration from other writers, but no one specific.

Anyways, enjoy! -Bar

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Dating Camilo Madrigal would include... part 1 (before the movie)

~ You guys met at Luisa’s last birthday, and you looked breathtaking.

~ Camilo couldn’t get himself to go talking to you, so he just adored you from afar as long as he wasn’t focused on Antonio.

~ You saw the cute curly boy around your age playing with Antonio and couldn’t help your smile. It was just too cute!

~ You blushed, hard, when he looked up and met your gaze; you looked away already, so you couldn’t see, but his cheeks turned red, too.

~ “Hey, Mirabel, who’s this?” You asked her and pointed to Camilo.

~ She had a mischievous smile as she told you it’s her cousin, Camilo. What was she palnning?

~ Later that night, Camilo heard from Mirabel you asked about him.

~ “Y\N? Is this the person who was dancing here earlier with Y\F\M (your fav Madrigal except for Camilo)?” -”Yep. They’re right there, go talk to them”

~ You were very surprised when Camilo was tripping to where you set. His face were red and his hair and clothes were messy from the dancing, but you still found him very attractive.

~ Camilo was still stunned by you, but he managed to say a few complete sentences. You were so nice and easy to talk to, his shyness faded away, and you two had a long, enthralling conversation.

~ And of course, once his flirty self came back, he used the countless amount of pickup lines he knew on you.

~ “You know who you’re reminding me of? My next S\O”

~ “Do you believe in love at first tight or I should walk by again?”

~ “I don’t like your last name. You should change it to Madrigal”

~ (and so on...)

~ As you two kept talking and laughing, Camilo couldn’t help falling for you harder and harder.

~ By the end of the night, he knew for sure he’s in love. But he didn’t know if you felt the same, and it made him nervous and anxious.

~ He went to talk to Dolores about it, and ended up getting advices from her and all of his cousins, who had a sleepover.

~ Eventually, they helped him planning how to ask you out, not knowing you just waited for him to do it.

~ Long story short, he asked you out, you said yes, and now he was supposed to take you on your first date.

~ He found the perfect glade and asked Isabela to find out what’s your favorite flower (Isabela: *rolling her eyes* I already know what’s their favorite flower) and grow it all over te place, but leave a space big enough to do picnics or just hang out for a while.

~ Isabela agreed, and the next day everything was ready.

~ Mirabel decorated Camilo’s ruana and your favorite y\f\c\p (your favorite clothing piece- skirt, pants, shirt, etc), Isabela made them a crown of Y\F\F (your favorite flower), Luisa brought a basket full of Julieta’s best foods and desserts and Dolores prepared you to the meeting with the Madrigals- especially Abuela and Pepa.

~ Pepa was excited, of course, when Camilo said you two are going on a date, and Felix made sure she doesn’t rain all over you; but it was hard, considering how excited he also was to see his son going on a date.

~ Everyone were so happy to see Camilo’s smile when he looked at you, and they were excited to know the person Camilo fell in love with.

~ After everyone (and their gifts) were introduced, Camilo took you away. He loved his family, but he knew they would stay there forever if he won’t take you on your date.

~ You started walking in the forest until you found the glare- well, Camilo was walking, you had a blindfold while Luisa carried you after him so it’ll be a surprise. (You weren’t too happy about it, but you were really curious about where he takes you now).

~ When Camilo took off your blindfold, you gasped at the breathtaking sight- thousands of y\f\fs in all of the colors possible were growing at the glare in circles, leaving a little space of emerald-green grass. It was beautiful, amazing, nothing like anything you imagined or seen- and you chose to show your gratefulness by kissing Camilo on the cheek. You were both blushing when you whispered “thanks, Cami”, but you got yourselves out of it quickly and started settle on the grass.

~ Apearantly Julieta packed them everything they needed: food, water, a picnic blanket and pillows- “for the time sitting down starts to hurt”, as the notes sticked to the pillows said.

~ They were having a great time, and just before the dark they packed their things in the basket again and started walking back, still laughing and talking.

~ Camilo walked y\n to their house, kissing them on the cheek for goodbye and made sure they went in and their parents were there to take them to bed, and onlt then went back to Casita. When he told his parents about it, they hugged him and told him how proud they are of him and the gentleman he grew up to be.

~ After the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th date, Camilo finally asked Y\N to be his s\o. You, of course, said yes, and his family couldn’t be happier... literally: Pepa made rainbows everywhere; Isabela was going around town spreading flowers of any kind, color and shape; Julieta didn’t stop making desserts to heal the town; Luisa was so excited she always used too much power to lift everything (and caused several accidents that way); Dolores squeaked whenever she heard one of you talking about the other; Antonio always let you play with his animals; Mirabel made you a new y\f\c\p; Agustin and Felix told you it’s okay to be an outsider who has no gift and they can join the club once they marry Camilo (which made you turn red like a tomato); and Abuela just smiled as she watched you- she saw the same love she and Pedro had, this teenager made her first male grandson happy and that gave her peace- even though she thought they weren’t good enough for Camilo.

~ But as Camilo started dated Y\N, Isabela decided to have her revenge at him for all the years of teasing her.

~ Every time Y\N came to Casita, Isabela would stand at the door, sing “CAMILO, YOUR S\O’S HERE” as loud as she can and create a flower statue of you, laughing.

~ You didn’t understand why is makes Isabela laugh and Camilo get so mad he turned into her and moked her, but after Isabela explained you what happened you found that funny too.

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It’s been FOREVER since I posted here. My next thing will probably be part 4 of CLUELESS cuz I’m very nice

Anyways ily and hope you’ll enjoy!

~Bar

[tabathastan]

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Isabela Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Camilo Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Dolores Madrigal

(Coming soon)

[grimyandereencantosimp]

Hello, are you still accepting applications? If you keep accepting, you can do one in which the Madrigal x reader family, who is the daughter of Pepa or Juliet, goes to Nevermore Academy.

(I'm going to make these headcanons, but a little more storyish. Also this is going to be platonic.)

Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy

(I'm sorry, I wasn't sure how to word the title lmao.)

Tw: Platonic yandere, platonic yandere family, stalking?, Unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

You never really saw the point of going to Nevermore, you were never seen as a outcast to others, more of a blessing. But that's not how your mother and father and the rest of the family saw it.

You always felt you were out of place at the school, even though it was meant for outcasts. But you weren't one of these people, you weren't a outcast at all. It actually hurt you a little when your family decided to send you here.

You were the only one in the entire family who went here, why? Did your family just not care about you?

Oh but they did care, but just not in a way that you would see. They also protected you without you even knowing, they sent your own brother, Camilo everyday to shapeshift into a student and keep a close gaze on you.

Camilo would tell them what he saw, making sure to tell them of any possible threats that could of harmed you.

You were safe under their watch without even knowing it, and they wanted it to stay that way...

[zafirosreverie]

Micro-tale III

a/n: you can choose whatever character you want this to be about!

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"In the end, I didn't even know when it all ended. I didn't know when I stopped being a priority and became just another option. I never knew why your arms turned into ice or why your kisses seemed like sentences. I will never know when we stop being an us and become a you. You didn't even let me know the moment when we stopped being lovers and became just very cordial roommates. But it doesn't matter, not anymore. I think, deep down, it never really mattered. I knew our tale had the pages counted, I just thought there would be a second volume, you never told me that it was a sad self-contained story. I don't hate you, nor the person who now holds your hand. I'm telling you , I'm not even surprised. In the end, I ran out of pages and you continued writing in someone else's book. I just hope, with all my heart, that the next one has a happy ending and doesn't become what I am now , another gray and dusty book in your bleeding library"

[pups-not-here]

El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.

The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline: - El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version. - Reader is technically 22 years old. - I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey

Chapter ambience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA

Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.

The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.

When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were. 

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When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement. 

Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle! 

You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay. 

Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail. 

Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared. 

You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.

You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.

You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains. 

They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family. 

Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of. 

Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self. 

When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.

When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know. 

Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her. 

When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart. 

You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess. 

Mirabel Madrigal. 

Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant. 

You didn’t complain. 

By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack. 

It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister. 

When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more. 

Until the magic completely failed.

When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out. 

It did. 

The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers. 

Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return. 

Bruno.

Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder. 

It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future. 

You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!” 

You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!! 

~~~

Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug. 

Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle. 

Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants. 

Her tío Bruno. 

She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little. 

“So master Bruno is awkward?” 

“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine. 

She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there. 

You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem. 

Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle. 

Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance. 

By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all. 

“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.” 

When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.” 

“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.” 

Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips. 

You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!” 

Mirabel laughed.

~~

The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day). 

You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.

So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on. 

“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle. 

You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness. 

You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place. 

Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning. 

When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing. 

There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment. 

It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle. 

You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen. 

“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it. 

A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo. 

“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power. 

“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.” 

You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you. 

“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.

“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper. 

“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!” 

The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze. 

You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.” 

Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.” 

Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her. 

The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-” 

“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.” 

You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?” 

“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her. 

She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“

This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?” 

“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it. 

Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad. 

“You think… that’s where this started?” 

“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“ 

You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters. 

By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease. 

However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.

~~

“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”

Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her. 

You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color. 

That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.  

When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture.  However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule. 

More so, completely flipped around. 

And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager. 

“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!” 

“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter. 

The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.” 

Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you. 

Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.” 

You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment. 

Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most. 

You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too. 

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were. 

You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.” 

Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.

In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.

Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation. Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?

[gumdropsss]

Medication

Contains the following:

Julieta, Suicidal Reader, Overdosing, Pills, Medication, Blood, Cutting, No gender mention.

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The world was blurry. You could see the simple shapes around you. A knife, your meds, and blood. Blood everywhere. It was coming from your mouth, your arms, and your legs. You had just overdosed, you were lying on the dinner table of the Casita. It was late. No one would find you like this.. no one to stop you.

Until there was a sharp gasp from the stairs.

you could slightly hear footsteps running toward you, to check on you. You tried to get up, to run from them. But your body wouldn't comply. your eyes were glossy, and almost shut. You could see a simple image of someone.. with a blue night-gown on, and it looked like.. Julieta. Your girlfriend. You could hear her talking, but you couldn't make out the words she was saying.

"Mi amor?! Can you hear me?!"

You could feel your body being lifted up, and sat up-right. "Oh no.. no no no.." You felt something being shoved in your mouth, you couldn't chew it, but your body automatically swallowed it. You choked on it for less then a second, and then your cuts and wounds healed, and you felt better. You still couldn't see, because your eyes were so glossy. The blood stopped flowing from your mouth, but it was still there. "J-julieta..?" she immediately hugged you. "Oh, Mi Amor!" You could hear her sniffling. Her head was nuzzled into your neck, and her breathing was fast, and shallow.

"I-It's okay.. calm d-down.."

Your voice was cracky, so it was hard to form words right. Still, this helped her breathing a smidge. "Mi amor.. I thought you.. you.." She hugged you tighter, she couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth. She pulled herself back, to look at your face. She put a hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing it. "..I need to clean you up.." you felt a hand go around your bottom, then your back, lifting you up.

"hmm..? C-could you.. S-say that again..?"

She was already up the stairs. "I said I needed to clean you up, which I do.." Your eyes began to falter. Yes, you weren't overdosed anymore, but it was still late. You were tired. And tired of this bullshit world.

"Everything's gonna be okay.."

When you opened your eyes, you were sitting on a countertop. Specifically a sink countertop. Your arms and legs no longer reeked of blood, and you could see. Julieta was drying you off, since she had used the sink to wash you down. "S-sorry.. I'm sorry.." She lifted her eyes to meet yours. "You did nothing wrong, baby.. But, you need to tell me about things like this.." She picked you up again, and walked towards her bed. She then plopped you down, and she rolled in next to you. "I'm sorry I hadn't noticed sooner.."

"There was nothing to notice.."

Julieta spooned you, her being the big spoon. "close your eyes, my love.." She kissed your hair. "Go to sleep, rest well.." Your eyes slowly began to close. You could feel her warm breath on your hair, the back of your head.

"I love you, Mi amor.."

"I love you too.."

[ahurricaneofjacarandas]

Y/N, blocking her sight with her hands: i can't see anything

Julieta: maybe if you'd move your hands you'll see something

Y/N, squinting: can't, I'm blinded by your love

Julieta:

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Slowly Stripping

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x GN! Reader.

Summary: Julieta can't help but find something so hot about being fully nude in front of her lover.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Teasing, Strip tease?, Exhibition, Fingering (fem receiving), Masturbation , Self pleasure, Mommy kink.

Writing Time: 20 minutes.

Word Count: 397.

Format: Kinktober Headcannons, Day 18.

A/N:

If you can’t tell, Julieta is my favourite Madrigal.

I took a long break from actually writing for awhile, about 3 weeks. I’ve been posting already written works since then but it’s nice to write again. I kinda lost motivation after Tumblr terminated my previous account. I’m back now, created a new account named stitched-mouth-vs-the-world, got my original name and a reference to one of my favourite comic books Scott Pilgrim. Anyway I hope you enjoy this work!

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

• It was beyond erotic for Julieta.

• Slowly undressing for her lover in the middle of the tonight.

• It was a demand for your attention that she knew you couldn’t resist.

• She’d stand in front of you, as you as on the side of the bed, and slowly stripped.

• Starting with unbuttoning her dress and letting it fall around her ankles.

• Then slowly pulling off her bra.

• Maybe she’d throw it at you if she was feeling playful.

• Then turn around and bend of her as she peeled off her panties, giving you a great view of her wet pussy and asshole.

• Sometimes she’d turn again and jump on you, if she was feeling really eager.

• But most nights like this, she wanted to tease you.

• So she would gently suck on two fingers still bent over and turned away, before reaching behind herself and fingering herself in front of you.

• Julieta would moan your name softly as she did so, knowing how much it aroused you.

• This teasing was usually after you had paid little attention to her all day, understandably you had work to do, but now was her time to get back at you.

• You obviously wasn’t allowed to touch yourself at all as she played with herself in front of you.

• But once she was done teasing, she turn and slowly stalk you, holding her breasts tightly in both hands, whispering about how much she needed you.

• You’d never refuse your Mommy now, would you?