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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 1 year

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Welcome to Stitched's first Kinktober! I'm very excited to share what's in my drafts as I am very proud of myself for once. Chapters will be posted midday (BST) everyday, chapters that have been missed thanks to Tumblr will be posted today as soon as I can. If you can’t wait go to my Wattpad or AO3. Here's a run down of what to expect in this book:

Day 1: Master’s Whore (Creampie Kink)

Summary: Vincent Phantomhive fucks his maid just a room over from his 'happy' family.

Vincent Phantomhive x Fem! Maid! Reader (Fic)

Day 2: Making Porn With The Number One Pro Hero (Amateur Porn)

Summary: You had a sex dream about your boyfriend, the Number One Hero, All Might wants to make that fantasy a reality after you punch another All Might slut in the face.

All Might x Younger Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader (Fic)

Day 3: Being FWB With Ramona Flowers (Casual Sex)

Summary: Imagine being FWB with Ramona Flowers.

Ramona Flowers x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 4: Before Her Show (Behind The Scenes Fucking / Affair)

Summary: Imagine secretly banging the World's biggest singer.

Envy Adams x Scott's Sibling! GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 5: Mommy’s Sweet Praises (Praise Kink)

Imagine Layla El Faouly with a major Praise kink.

Layla El Faouly x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 6: In The Dark Of The Night (Demon Fucking)

Summary: After arriving at and joining a Covent you so didn't want to join, Valak takes an unusual liking to you.

Valak x Nun! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 7: Just For Research (First Time)

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader (Fic)

Day 8: Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour (Office Sex / Boss x Employee)

Summary: Lord Death can't stop jacking off to his decades younger secretary.

Lord Death x Younger! Secretary! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 9: Naughty Girls Are Punished (Spanking)

Summary: Georgia decides to teach her mischievous girlfriend a lesson.

Dom! Georgia Miller x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 10: Hot Ice (Temperature Play)

Summary: Nadia has always liked ice. It was always nice to crunch down on after a cigarette and you liked how cold it made her mouth feels. So by accident one nice, it joins you two in the bedroom.

Nadia Vulvokov x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 11: Revenge, You Thought (Bondage)

Summary: John enjoys teaching his naughty little thing a lesson and you enjoy learning it.

John Brown x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 12: Car Hookups (Car sex)

Summary: You and Oboro regularly meet up late in his car for sex.

College AU! Oboro Shirakumo x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 13: Pegging L Would Include… (Pegging)

Summary: You manage to convince L to part take in a kink you've been wanting to try out.

L x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 14: Wet Fucking (Shower / Tub sex)

Summary: Whilst the Handler is away, you and Lila decide to make good use of the beautiful bathtub in the hotel.

Lila Pitts x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 15: Insatiable Needs (Marathon sex)

Summary: When Steve is unable to satisfy his new wife's insatiable needs, he calls a friend.

Estefania x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 16: Mommy’s Baby (Lactation)

Summary: Carol's duty as a mother is to make sure her baby is always well feed. She's your Mommy now so she must make sure your well fed.

Carol from Cobweb x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 17: Bruno Needs A Spanking (Orgasm Denial)

Summary: Denying Bruno Madrigal an orgasm includes…

Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 18: Slowly Stripping (Exhibition)

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

Julieta Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 19: Choking and Gasping (Breath Play)

Summary: Morpheus discovers he loves the sound of hearing you struggle to breathe.

Dream x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 20: Edge You To Death (Edging)

Summary: Undertaker enjoys ruining your orgasms.

Undertaker x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 21: (Nun Fucking)

Summary: Sister Irene teaches you a holy lesson.

Sister Irene x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 22: Only Good Girls Get To Cum (Mirror Sex)

Summary: Ming forces you to watch yourself fall apart from just her fingers, just so you know how much of and dirty girl you are.

Ming Lee x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 23: Pegging Fantasy (Pegging)

Summary: Jaime tells you his biggest sex fantasy and you make it your mission to make it happen.

Jamie Reyes x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 24: Green Mommy (Monster Fucking)

Summary: Your girlfriend's new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Jennifer Walters x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 25: Papa’s Pet (Public Sex)

Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.

Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Reader (featuring 001?) (Fic)

Day 26: Blindfolding The Snake (Blindfold Sex)

Summary: You blindfold your good boy and reward him for all his hard work.

Servant! Snake x Master! Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 27: Othello’s Experiment (Pregnancy / Breeding Kink)

Summary: Othello's newest obsession is pregnancy and all the symptoms that come with it. You've so generously agreed to help him in his little experiment for his research.

Othello x Fem! Human! Reader (Imagine)

Day 28: (Threesome)

Summary: Nemuri, your girlfriend, is shocked to hear about a filthy fantasy you've been thinking about. But still, she's more than willing to help her lover made said fantasy come true.

Midnight x Mt Lady x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 29: (Vouyerism)

Summary: Gabe has been watching you for a while now and has finally decided it time to come out and introduce himself.

Gabe x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 30: (Size Kink)

Summary: Nana is big and buff for a woman. She is quite used to hearing negative things about her muscly figure. The first thing she's ever received a compliment about her body was when you, her young girlfriend and successor's older sister, make a comment on how sexually aroused you are by her big muscles and all the filthy things you imagine she could to do to you with them.

Nana Shimura x All Might's Sister! Younger! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Which ones are you the most excited for?

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call-to-the-wyatt · 2 years

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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

#encanto #camilo madrigal #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #isabela madrigal #encanto mirabel #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo x you #camilo headcanons #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n

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stitched-mouth · 1 year

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Kinktober Masterlist 2023

Welcome to my first Kinktober! I’m very excited, this is definitely going to be a fun challenge me.

All of these are my own ideas and I hate a few of them so feel free to suggest or even request something. I’ll also be keeping you all up to date with where I am in writing everything (days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25 and 27 are complete).

Day 1: (Creampie Kink)

Summary: Vincent Phantomhive fucks his maid just a room over from his ‘happy’ family.

Vincent Phantomhive x Fem! Maid! Reader (Fic)

Day 2: (Amateur Porn)

Summary: You had a sex dream about your boyfriend, the Number One Hero, All Might wants to make that fantasy a reality after you punch another All Might slut in the face.

All Might x Younger Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader (Fic)

Day 3: (Casual Sex)

Summary: Imagine being FWB with Ramona Flowers.

Ramona Flowers x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 4: (Behind The Scenes Fucking / Affair)

Summary: Imagine secretly banging the World’s biggest singer.

Envy Adams x Scott’s Sibling! GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 5: (Praise Kink)

Imagine Layla El Faouly with a major Praise kink.

Layla El Faouly x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 6: (Demon Fucking)

Summary: After arriving at and joining a Covent you so didn’t want to join, Valak takes an unusual liking to you.

Valak x Nun! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 7: (First Time)

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader (Fic)

Day 8: (Office Sex / Boss x Employee)

Summary: Lord Death can’t stop jacking off to his decades younger secretary.

Lord Death x Younger! Secretary! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 9: (Spanking)

Summary: Georgia decides to teach her mischievous girlfriend a lesson.

Dom! Georgia Miller x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 10: (Temperature Play)

Summary: Nadia has always liked ice. It was always nice to crunch down on after a cigarette and you liked how cold it made her mouth feels. So by accident one nice, it joins you two in the bedroom.

Nadia Vulvokov x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 11: (Bondage)

Summary: John enjoys teaching his naughty little thing a lesson and you enjoy learning it.

John Brown x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 12: (Car sex)

Summary: You and Oboro regularly meet up late in his car for sex.

College AU! Oboro Shirakumo x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 13: (Pegging)

Summary: You manage to convince L to part take in a kink you’ve been wanting to try out.

L x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 14: (Shower / Tub sex)

Summary: Whilst the Handler is away, you and Lila decide to make good use of the beautiful bathtub in the hotel.

Lila Pitts x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 15: (Marathon sex)

Summary: When Steve is unable to satisfy his new wife’s insatiable needs, he calls a friend.

Estefania x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 16: (Lactation)

Summary: Carol’s duty as a mother is to make sure her baby is always well feed. She’s your Mommy now so she must make sure your well fed.

Carol from Cobweb x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 17: (Orgasm Denial)

Summary: Bruno has been a bad boy and needs to be punished.

Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 18: (Exhibition)

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

Julieta Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 19: (Breath Play)

Summary: Morpheus discovers he loves the sound of hearing you struggle to breathe.

Dream x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 20: (Edging)

Summary: Undertaker enjoys ruining your orgasms.

Undertaker x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 21: (Nun Fucking)

Summary: Sister Irene teaches you a holy lesson.

Sister Irene x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 22: (Mirror Sex)

Summary: Ming forces you to watch yourself fall apart from just her fingers, just so you know how much of and dirty girl you are.

Ming Lee x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 23: (Pegging)

Summary: Jaime tells you his biggest sex fantasy and you make it your mission to make it happen.

Jamie Reyes x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 24: (Monster Fucking)

Summary: Your girlfriend’s new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Jennifer Walters x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 25: (Public Sex)

Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.

Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Reader (featuring 001?) (Fic)

Day 26: (Blindfold Sex)

Summary: What would blindfolding Snake during sex include…

Servant! Snake x Master! Fem! Reader (Headcannons).

Day 27: (Pregnancy / Breeding Kink)

Summary: Othello’s newest obsession is pregnancy and all the symptoms that come with it. You’ve so generously agreed to help him in his little experiment for his research.

Othello x Fem! Human! Reader (Imagine)

Day 28: (Threesome)

Summary: Nemuri, your girlfriend, is shocked to hear about a filthy fantasy you’ve been thinking about. But still, she’s more than willing to help her lover made said fantasy come true.

Midnight x Mt Lady x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 29: (Vouyerism)

Summary: Gabe has been watching you for a while now and has finally decided it time to come out and introduce himself.

Gabe x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 30: (Size Kink)

Summary: Nana is big and buff for a woman. She is quite used to hearing negative things about her muscly figure. The first thing she’s ever received a compliment about her body was when you, her young girlfriend and successor’s older sister, make a comment on how sexually aroused you are by her big muscles and all the filthy things you imagine she could to do to you with them.

Nana Shimura x All Might’s Sister! Younger! Fem! Reader (Fic)

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lolahaurisfw · 5 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Here i'll only be taking requests for fluff, platonic, and angst! Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri 🔞

AO3: Here

-> MASTERLIST <-

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I'm Willing To Write:

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir.

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini.

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Gaurdians of the Galaxy)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

#intro post #pinned post #fic writing #fluff #angst #x reader

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spookyspecterino · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

❤️ NSFW/18+ | 🧡 Mature Teens | 💛 SFW | My AO3

A Quiet Place: Day One

Eric x Reader

💛 "Focus on Me" | GN!Reader

You and Eric share a first kiss

💛 "Try To Live, For Me" | GN!Reader

You meet Eric on the boat. Getting attached is dangerous.

💛 "Together at the End of the World" | GN!Reader

You're stuck in the subway with Eric the day the asteroids hit.

Starfield - Sam Coe/Delgado

Starfield Masterlist

Bullet Train - Tangerine

Bullet Train Masterlist

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

❤️ "Out Hunting" | F! Reader

Jacob goes hunting, only to be followed by the deputy. Things don't go as planned, which might not be such a bad thing.

John Seed

🧡 "Unconditional" | GN! Reader

John is caught off-guard by a surprise visit from the deputy and they confess something he wasn't expecting. Will this be a turning point for him?

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson

❤️ "Distracted" | F! Reader

While in class, you and Eddie get to talking. Which quickly becomes something else when certain things come out...

❤️ "I'm With You Till the End" | F! Reader

When Eddie's trailer shows up on the morning news and cops come to your door asking if you've seen him, you panic and go looking for him.

Marvel - Stephen Strange

🧡 "Annoying" | GN! Reader

During an argument you let slip that you may have once had a crush on Stephen Strange, but Stephen doesn't reject you and some interesting things are revealed...

💛 "Is it Worth That?" | GN! Reader

When Stephen Strange tracks you down for practicing forbidden magic you are forced to make a crucial choice.

Encanto - Bruno Madrigal

💛 HeadCanons & A Few Short Blurbs | F! Reader

HeadCanons about Bruno's feelings for you. Blurbs are short stories about Bruno asking you out on a date and Bruno and you getting ready for Julieta's wedding.

💛 "Think About This, Before It's Too Late" | F! Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

When you've loved Bruno from afar for so long and he's never reciprocated, you think it's finally time to move on. But moving on isn't working and you're faced with a choice.

💛 "I'd Like a Vision, Please" | F! Reader

You go to Bruno for a vision, but what he shows you isn't what you expected. Trying to question The Seer only gets you more tangled up.

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timbertumbr · 2 years

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LISTEN UP LISTEN UP!! can i have Zane x gn reader that has the ability to heal with their food, much like Julieta from Encanto?? Its for hw i swear sjbdnejww <3

Cooking Buddy! (Zane X Reader)

OMG, THAT’S AN ADORABLE IDEA. Yes, HW ;)

-When he first finds out about your abilities he’s so happy! He has someone that can cook together AND help heal the team!

-You both will definitely be sharing recipes and tips.

-When one or all of the others come in injured, Zane just sighs, muttering that he’ll go get you.

-If Zane is injured and your ability doesn’t work, you kinda panic and call Jay, the mechanics expert.

-Can and will take you along for missions with snacks on hand, Zane always protects you.

-There may have been a moment one of the others flew right into a wall, unconscious. You and Zane kinda glance at one another before you slowly put a bread bun in their mouth.

-All in all, 10/10 cooking buddy, partner, or anything in between!

#x reader #requested #anon!!#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago x reader #ninja #ninjago masters of spinjitsu zane #ninjago masters of spinjitsu x reader #ninjago masters of spinjitsu #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #zane x reader #lego ninjago zane #zane julian #zane julien #zane julien x reader

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estoniacobaltpayne · 2 years

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The Mystery of Your Loneliness

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal X GN! Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Heavy Drinking and Alcohol

A/N: So this is a semi sequel to Goodnight Sweet Prince, both of these can be read on their own. I’ve been trying to finish this one for forever, so thanks for your patience. I credit Bruno’s birthday on the 17th the inspiration for finishing it. Be warned, as this has some bits that go into the dark depths of Bruno’s psyche while in the walls. Anyways, enjoy.

Dolores Madrigal liked to think of herself as a practical woman. A “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of woman. After all, 7 plus years of hearing everything someone says or does- down to their heartbeat- tends to wear on one’s ability to care too much about the trivial little “he said she said”’s constantly being tossed about the small Encanto, of which there were many. She’d heard too much, starting at far too young an age, to be bothered with who’s having an affair with who, or the gossip that was spread across the dinner tables of the village.

No, instead, Dolores tended to save the announcements of revelations brought to her attention via her gift for the big things, for the important things. Like when the astonishingly old Señora Vasquez took a tumble off of her one and only porch step again, Dolores knew she’d need to relay the situation to her tía Julieta, who’d rush off with a plate of buñuelos to aid the fallen woman.

Not many things held Dolores’ attention for too long, and it took a lot for her to be surprised by something.

So when she had awoken the morning after her little cousin Mirabel’s failed gift ceremony, she had been shocked to find that she had been taken completely by surprise.

Her tío Bruno had simply… vanished, and it was the first time Dolores ever truly hated her gift. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Bruno had disappeared and because she was in her room when it happened (the only place which granted her relief from the never ending onslaught of noise), she hadn’t heard him slink away. And as the months passed, Dolores watched as the rest of her family and the Encanto began to turn their backs on the hope of finding their lost fortune teller. Their lost tío. Their lost hermano. Their lost friend. No amount of familial pressure, nor no amount of family feuding had ever disappointed Dolores about her family like their willingness- their eagerness- to forget Bruno had. And casita, it seemed, had agreed with her.

Dolores had noticed a whole new set of sounds emanating from within the walls of Casita, bemoaning the loss of a beloved Madrigal. Little creaks, small cracking sounds, even little sighing sounds as the house moved and settled. She’d never heard these sounds coming from within Casita before, but given that the house was… sentient, for a lack of better words, Dolores simply attributed the sounds to Casita’s mourning of Bruno.

It wasn’t until one night about 6 months later, where she had been up much too late, unable to sleep as her mind stirred restlessly with the predicaments her family were facing and fighting about, wandering the unlit halls of La Casa Madrigal when Dolores realised that the heartbreaking little sounds coming from the walls were not, in fact, the house itself. As she descended the stairs and entered the dining room, Dolores heard what she could only assume was someone… moving furniture? And with such a peculiar sound, how could a bright, young 12 year old not investigate?

As she listened more closely, she began to realise that the sounds, aside from the scraping of furniture across the floor, sounded all too familiar. A little “hmm” here, the shuffling of sandals there, and every so often, a “fuck!” hissed under a breath. And a heartbeat. To Dolores, it almost sounded like-

“Tío Bruno?”

Suddenly, all the noises behind the dining room wall stopped. No shuffling, no humming. Only the heartbeat remained, which grew increasingly louder and faster.

“Tío, I know it’s you.”

Bruno was silent for a minute, hoping that Dolores would turn around and walk away; hoping that she’d think she was mistaken and never think back on this moment again, or that she’d wake up the next morning and just assume that this was all a strange dream she’d had. But he knew better. His months of isolation hadn’t ruined his mind yet. Finally, he responded.

“You should be asleep, Dolores.”

But Dolores wouldn’t have that.

“Where have you been? The entire family was looking for you!”

“Dolores-“

“And then Abuela got tired of hoping and she was so angry and she gets mad whenever anyone talks about you now and-“

“Dolores! For someone who can hear to the ends of the earth, I would have thought you’d be able to listen better!”

The young girl was instantly embarrassed. I’ll never talk that much again, she thought. But she was angry. How could he sit back there, hiding from a family that was losing hope in him?

“I’m sorry, Dolores, I shouldn’t have said… Dolores, I need you to do me a favor; promise me that you won’t go and tell the family I’m here. For their sake. If they find out that Mirabel-“ Bruno cut himself off.

“Look, just know that this is for them. For the Encanto. For my miracle.”

Dolores was confused. How could abandoning the family possibly save them?

“But tío Bruno, we can save the miracle if we work together as a family!”

But this time, Bruno didn’t respond. At least- not verbally. Dolores could hear the quiet sobs that her uncle tried to muffle into his hand. She could hear the desperation that shivered down his spine with each shaky breath he tried to take in.

“No, Dolores. Not the miracle. My miracle.”

For a minute, Dolores was only more confused. But as she thought about it more… how could she forget, Bruno’s dearest friend, the one that spent so much time at La Casa Madrigal, the one Bruno had been too afraid to say “I love you” to? The one who had been to every Madrigal birthday and supported her and her brother and cousins their whole lives? The all-hearing girl had always been a hopeless romantic, and she always knew the bond her uncle had with his closest companion went far beyond friendship. Dolores always knew that what her tío and his friend possessed for each other was a deep, understanding, and desperate love. Dolores was pulled out of her pondering when her tío finally gathered himself together enough to speak coherently again.

“We finally told each other, and wow, do we have god-awful timing. Literally right as I was leaving.”

Dolores chuckled, “serves you right for the time you told me I’ll suffer from unrequited love my whole life.”

Bruno scoffed theatrically, “blasphemy! Slain by mine own kin! You put thine own self-serving words into my mouth, girl! Never did such an utterance leave my lips! But lo, I shant deceive thee, that mayhaps I had proclaimed that one day, a gent with whom you may or may not find yourself smitten with, shall propose matrimony unto a maiden yond is not thee!”

The two were resolved into a fit of quiet laughter over Bruno’s goofy Shakespearean acting, and for a moment, Dolores felt like she had her uncle back; that he wasn’t hiding behind a wall that was both literal and figurative.

Unfortunately, the gravity of the situation wouldn’t allow them to dwindle in that moment for long.

“All I have left is this portrait photo from few winters ago. At the time, I thought… I thought I’d have more time to say ‘I love you,’ but… well, we know how that turned out, don’t we? And when I left, I just figured that I’d dragged down the reputation of the one person who really cared about me enough; that maybe, if I was gone, I could give back what my miracle gave to me- a chance at something new. But then we kissed that night and I knew I’d always be a selfish son of a bitch. Oh, sorry! You didn’t hear me say ‘bitch!’ Oh shit, I did it again!”

As Bruno voiced his inner tangent about his cursing in front of his young niece, Dolores started to feel bad for her uncle; but she also couldn’t have been more proud to call him family in that very moment. He’d spent so long chasing after love, be it from his family, his community, or his miracle, only to have love ripped from him when he finally caught up to it. He willingly gave it up to protect everything.

“Can I ask for one more favor?”

“Anything, tío.”

“Can you… update me, from time to time? Just to let me know that everything’s ok. Just to make sure that the light doesn’t die. In either miracle,” Bruno added with a hollow chuckle.

“You have my word.”

Bruno sighed out, “thank you, Dolores,” and looked at the picture to his left. Various belongings he’d brought with him or had snagged when he snuck out at night had been littered across the floor, or piled up on crates he’d stacked up along the walls in lieu of bookshelves. His little room in the walls was disorganised and hodgepodged. But the picture of you he’d told Dolores about was proudly displayed on the only tidy part of the room- the little table he’d made for himself that sat attached to the wall he shared with the dining room. Bruno had placed the photo there, across from his seat where he’d crudely drawn the image of what was his family dinner plate, so as to seem that you were there with him while he ate, smiling not at the camera he had been holding when he took the picture, but at the current him; the Bruno that was hiding himself away. It was a good picture, too. You hadn’t realised he had taken it the time, and maybe you never would. You had stubbornly claimed you didn’t need a sweater that day because “you were never cold.” But then, you were cold, and so Bruno, who’d come thoroughly prepared as he was always cold, swept off the ruana he’d been wearing and angrily slipped it over your head, muttering about how ‘he was right’ and that ‘you should have brought your damn sweater.’ But one look at you, and he knew he’d never blame you for forgetting a coat again; in fact, he swore he’d make sure you’d forget it every time, just so he could keep relishing in the image that was you in his clothes.

But for the present Bruno, the photo was beginning to grow bittersweet; every glance he took at it reminded him of the fact that he’d most likely never get to see your face in person again. He’d never get to be playfully angry with you again. He’d never get to kiss you again. And as the weeks turned into months which turned into years, Bruno found that he couldn’t look at that picture much at all. And as much as Bruno told himself that forgetting you altogether would be so much easier, he knew that for one, he’d be utterly incapable of forgetting you, and two, it wouldn’t be fair to you. And so, Bruno suffered in near silence, save for Dolores’ occasional updates on your wellbeing.

And, according to his niece, you weren’t doing all too bad. You still spent time with your friends and family. You still went to the same bar the two of you frequented together (although sometimes you apparently spent a little too much time there). You still visited Casita to see his sisters and their families; a few times he’d even caught little glimpses of you through the holes in the wall, and it made it so much harder to remain hidden when he did.

But he was never more tempted to leave the walls for you than he was on the night of his 45th birthday. Alma had of course thrown a birthday bash for ‘Pepa and Julieta’ (it was no longer a birthday party for ‘the triplets,’ something that deeply wounded Bruno at first, but as the years dragged on Bruno found himself growing numb to it). The sisters had opted for a smaller affair than normal, with Pepa being suddenly pregnant again and unable to consume the alcohol needed to quell her nerves around large crowds.

Amongst the close friends and family in attendance was you, and with the party mostly taking place over dinner, Bruno got to watch you through the wall for most of the night. Dolores’ remarks about your worsening drinking habits were, to Bruno’s chagrin, true, as he saw you drink enough for both yourself and Pepa. Your drunken charades didn’t go unnoticed either; as everyone else trickled out for the evening, his mother pulled you aside.

“I’m worried about you,” he heard his mother remark to you. He watched as you cast your gaze away towards the wall, anywhere to escape her scrutiny. Little did you know that you were inadvertently staring into Bruno’s eyes through the unnoticed crack he used to peer out of.

“I’m fine, Alma. Just… passing time.”

Passing time until what? Bruno mentally inquired. Alma, it seemed, didn’t need to ask to know the answer.

“I know you had feelings for… him, but I had hoped you would have found someone else to warm your heart by now.”

The air grew stiff. The thickness penetrated even the walls, rooting Bruno to the spot. “Don’t say it” resonated between each of you. Everyone, including yourself, could feel that you wanted to say it, and your pause made it clear you were trying to hold your tongue, but it seemed the alcohol diminished your ability to do so.

“Bold words coming from you of all people, Alma.”

Alma, for her credit, took it far better than Bruno would have thought she would have; less personally than he thought she would have.

“All I meant was that you should seek happiness. That you should start thinking about your future beyond today; beyond this week, beyond this year.” You scoffed, bringing up the bottle of tequila you’d been nursing throughout the evening to take a sip of what was left of it. “But it’s hard to look that far into the future with a bottle of reposado permanently attached to your lips,” Alma encouraged, taking the bottle from your hand.

But you just cast your eyes downward, a far away look looming in them as you slurred your response.

“I spent so long dwelling in the future. For once, I want to just wallow in the past.”

Bruno didn’t miss the double entendre in your ‘future’ comment, and the thread of hope that you’d eventually be happier without him completely unraveled. After all, wasn’t one of the main reasons he’d hidden himself away to give you the chance for better? He spent so long pining after you. He spent so long knowing you loved him too, and spent too long being too much of a damn coward to say it aloud to you. And he almost risked it all in that very moment; almost hacked down the whole damn wall that kept you from him and oh, how it would have been the sweetest birthday gift he’d ever gotten, too.

But then he thought of the vision.

He thought of the miracle breaking. He thought of the house breaking. He thought of little Mirabel trying her hardest but eventually breaking herself.

He thought of you breaking.

And unlike Mirabel, not just in terms of your psyche.

No. No! He couldn’t dwell on that, it would devour him. No, he had to save you.

He could do this, he could stay away. He could save you from himself.

When Alma left the room, you remained behind, staring at the faded painting of Bruno on the family tree.

“Oh, mi amor. I hope that wherever you are, life’s easier for you than it is for me right now.”

You sunk to the floor and sobbed. “Happy damn birthday, Bruno.”

Had you been more sober, you’d have heard the “hush, amor, I’m always with you,” that came from within the walls.

As the next few years passed, you started coming around to La Casa Madrigal less and less, your presence an awkward reminder of what was and what could have been. When you did, you remained vacant; unexpressive and unimpressed, your brows permanently drawn upward in a passive resolve while your lips pulled downwards and deepened the frown lines around your mouth. Your eye sockets were deeper, your cheeks more hollow. Your weight fluctuated and your posture grew increasingly more slouched. But despite all that, your beauty never diminished in Bruno’s eyes.

It was the final years that were the hardest. It was as if he’d completely ceased to exist in not only the eyes of the Encanto, but in the eyes of his family. No one uttered his name, actively avoided it, really. Stories that involved him were not discussed, and any sentiment previously felt regarding him or his disappearance seemed to dissolve entirely. His name felt foreign to even his own tongue at this point, and with the passing years, the characters in the stories Bruno wrote to occupy himself started becoming synonymous with his own psyche; Bruno was no longer just Bruno. Bruno was also Hernando, the brave, the valiant, the suave. Bruno was Jorge, sturdy and practical. He was also Mateo, the laidback friend who always had weed. He was Teodoro, the honest. He was Andre. He was Roberto. He was Alejandro. The one person he was not? He was not Bruno. Never Bruno. Not anymore. Bruno was gone. Gone like… it didn’t matter. Bruno was useless when he was alive. Better off dead. Don’t think about him. He couldn’t scavenge the food at night like Santiago could. He couldn’t work the pipes to make some semblance of a shower like Jorge could. He’d never be good enough, like Diego was. Don’t think about it, shut it out. Shut it out! Keep the house standing. Let Dante write the stories so the rats can have something to do. The rats. The rats! Feed the rats! Another wall needs patching so the magic doesn’t break. Always the magic. Protect it. Protect them, Hernando! Oh, and don’t let Carlo spiral. He spirals. Spiral bad. Get food. Don’t fail them. Don’t fail them, don’t fail them-

“Can someone please just tell me about tío Bruno?”

Bruno, Bruno who?

“We don’t talk about Bruno!”

Yeah, we don’t talk about Bruno!

“Please, I’m going to save the miracle! But I need to know about Bruno if I’m going to do that!”

But the miracle is fine, Jorge patched it yesterday. Spilled spackle powder all over the floor, too. Why does Mirabel need to know about… who?

“If you want to know about Bruno, you should talk to his Miracle. Lives on the other side of town. The green house with the really tall palm tree.”

“Thank you, Dolores!”

Ah, Bruno. The one that belongs to his miracle. Bruno, the hopeless romantic. Bruno, who left to protect his family. Bad luck Bruno. Bruno the broken. Bruno the coward.

It was the first time he’d heard his name- his real name- in so long, over ten years. It was nice, grounding even, to hear it. And as… Bruno, watched Mirabel run off in search of his long lost friend, he felt like himself for the first time in a decade. And it was this clarity that told Bruno that his vision, the vision, was about to come to term. He could only hope he did enough to protect the magic, his family, and you.

Isabela Madrigal liked to think of herself as a cooperative woman. A woman of grace and sophistication. After all, 17 plus years of being everything someone else wants you to be- down to the smallest hair in place- tends to wear down on one’s ability to be anything outside of the preconceived perceptions placed upon them, completely complacent in the “I think you should”’s and “you must be perfect for”’s they’ve heard day in, day out.

But in this very moment, Isabela wanted nothing more than to break her reserve. She wanted to scream, shout, do anything to tarnish the image of her. After all, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that whatever occupied the minds of her father and Mirabel seemed to be more important than her engagement dinner; an engagement dinner she had bemoaned the arrival of, nonetheless. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to marry Mariano. She knew of Dolores’ feelings, and she held no real sentiments of romance toward him. So why not Dolores? But no, it couldn’t be Dolores that he was marrying. It had to be her. And as she watched her father and Mirabel pull strained, tight smiles and hurriedly encourage Mariano to propose, Isabela knew that no one in her family would ever even entertain the notion of her freedom. It was preposterous. Isabela? Her own person? Unacceptable.

Even her own mother was now preoccupied with Mirabel’s secret that Dolores undoubtedly told to the rest of the family. Julieta would never need to be concerned about Isabela; there was nothing to fix. She was already perfect. But Mirabel? Poor Mirabel, the gift-less one, the one that required all of her parents’ attention. Did they not realise that their eldest 2 daughters were flailing? Did they not realise that they needed fixing too?

When Isabela saw the reassembled shards of her long lost tío’s vision, she lost it. Poor Mariano, an innocent bystander of the disaster that was the Madrigal family, as a vine shot out of the ground and smashed his nose in. Of course, it was about Mirabel. Of course, the magic would only recognise Mirabel’s suffering. Of course she’d be the one to break the magic.

But what about everyone else? Was their suffering not enough to break the magic too? What about her tía Pepa, who had to suppress every negative emotion lest she wipe the town away with a wind storm? What about Luisa, who laboured tirelessly and without rest? What about her tío Bruno, who’s unfortunate gift was exploited to the point that he ran away? Did no one see their pain?

No, Isabela did not find it fair. She did not find it fair that, upon a closer look at Bruno’s vision, everyone was terrified of losing a magic that only seemed to create stress amongst the family, and she didn’t find it fair that her tío, wherever he may be, was about to lose everything.

“She’s back! She’s back!”

The cries of scared and flustered townsfolk rang through the air, signalling the return of Mirabel, who’d ran off in the aftermath of La Casa Madrigal falling. The horse sped through the streets, despite the weight of three people. And as Bruno looked around at the town he hadn’t seen in a decade, he was glad to see that most of the town went unscathed from the cracking of the mountain. A few houses here and there had a wall or two fallen in, two houses had even lost parts of their roofs as well. But nothing the town couldn’t pull together and fix. But none of them compared to the absolute ruin that was Casita.

“Mirabel! We looked everywhere for you! We were so worried!”

Bruno watched his sister embrace her daughter, watched on the side as the whole family came together for his mother to apologize. It was all a daze. He prayed that that part of his vision ended up not coming to fruition.

“My miracle… wasn’t at Casita when it fell, right?”

Everyone’s attention shifted towards him. He watched in slow motion as his sisters ran up to him, embracing him for the first time in 10 years. He remembered a round of apologies exchanged between the three of them. But he couldn’t focus. Not now. Not when-

“I need to know, please. The vision… my-“

“Not at Casita,” Mirabel exclaimed, “maybe at home, but not here. Looks like we can’t call you ‘back luck’ anymore, eh tío?”

Bruno wasn’t put at ease. His visions always came to pass, as much as he tried to stop them.

“Then where…” he trailed, his mind and stomach churning. There was a resounding chorus of “who”’s and “what”’s from his family, especially the younger members who did not remember the most important person in Bruno’s life. His sisters tried to pull him back, tried to console him. But his mind was elsewhere. His vision explicitly showed his miracle; showed the crumbling green wall-

The green house!

Bruno raced off, leaving his family confusedly chasing after him.

Bruno always figured the green wall in his vision that tumbled down on you was that of his tower. It would be fitting that he’d be your ruin; after all he’d done to try and tear you down in your youth. But never did he think that it would be your own house. He never thought the house he’d spent so much time in when he was a young adult getting to know you, watching shit novelas and drinking shit wine would have the wall that committed the crime. A home. Your home. The home he’d spent so much time imagining the two of you wasting your days away in, laying in each other’s arms. The home he’d carry you into after your wedding; he wouldn’t want to stay in La Casa Madrigal, no, he’d want his privacy with you. The home where he’d christen every surface with the essence of the two of you on your wedding night, taking you over and over and over again until the two of you collapsed from euphoric exhaustion. The home you’d come back to after long days, just to relish in each other as you got to work on making dinner together; eating together; washing the dishes together. The home where he might even imagine a boy and his younger sister playing in the yard as he hung up the laundry to dry; he always liked the names Joaquin and Naomi. Little Naomi, she’d be his headstrong little girl, she’d have your nose and his eyes and hair. Joaquin, the son he’d be so proud of, the exact opposite in features. The home where he’d have the rest of his life to be with you.

But all the fairytales of this home-to-be came to a crashing halt when he reached your house.

It was one of the two buildings whose roofs had caved in, and the scene was more brutally grotesque than his vision could have ever prepared him for. Two opposing walls had been split by the cracks in the earth, collapsing in on themselves, sending the roof above crashing to the ground. Rebar and wooden support beams were poking out from the broken drywall, and split bricks and shattered terracotta roof tiles littered the ground. And somewhere in all of this mess, was you.

At first he couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there and process. Move, you idiot, you have do something, the one person you could always count on is counting on you now! Bruno thought urgently, but his feet remained frozen. This couldn’t be happening, his vision must have been wrong. Please let it be wrong, just this once!

By this point, the rest of his family had caught up to him, taking in the pile of rubbish that was the fallen house. They knew whose house it was, they knew it’s significance. They knew what was about to come. They told Camilo and Mirabel to take Antonio back up the hill to Casita.

Finally Bruno moved, with the encouragement of his niece Luisa, as she took his hand and helped guide him in the process of cleaning up the rubble.

Bricks were moved, and with the help of Agustin, Luisa, and Felix, the larger chunks of wall were set aside. No stone left unturned. Bruno didn’t think he heard or felt a single thing the entire time they were cleaning up the mess. He was just looking. For a sign. For anything. He needed to find you. You were all that mattered. Sure it was great to have his family back, but he didn’t think that would matter all too much if you weren’t part of the package.

“Bruno,” he distantly heard Julieta say to him, and his heart plummeted to his stomach. Fat, hot tears broke free from their confines and rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t want to look. He saw the vision. He saw the wall that fell and inevitably crushed you. He knew what he was about to see. He couldn’t see this. He couldn’t see you dead.

“I can’t, Juli. I don’t think I can see… not like this.” He shut his eyes tight. He didn’t think he could handle this. It would break what was left of him.

He felt his sister’s comforting hand on his shoulder. “Bruno, I think you should turn around. Open your eyes,” she coaxed. But Julieta knew that her brother, as sweet as he could be, was stubborn. Annoyingly so. And so Bruno remained stalk still with his eyes closed, his breath held and his head empty. He couldn’t face this. He wouldn’t. You were fine. You were still on the stairs of a perfectly fine Casita, in his arms and your lips on his. You weren’t beneath the wall.

“Wow, after 10 years, it should be me standing here refusing to look at you, Bruno Madrigal.”

Suddenly, Bruno’s heart thawed. It couldn’t be…

But then he turned around, and there you were, as if you hadn’t been under the wall at all. Except you had been beneath it, clearly, as bits of drywall and dust powdered your disheveled hair. You had scrapes along your arms, hands, and face, and your clothes had suffered a few tears. But aside from that, you were fine. You were alive.

Bruno could only stand there and gawk, the bottom half of his jaw hanging slack in disbelief.

“But… I saw you! The vision… How?”

“Well, the wall did fall on me, but luckily it collided with the adjacent wall on the way down and it mostly shattered by the time I ducked under my kitchen table. The part of the roof that fell wasn’t even over me, for the most part. Wasn’t too hard to get myself out of the debris, either. Doesn’t say a lot about the quality of my house, though,” you quipped.

Bruno smiled. Your ability to make jokes at expense of the severity of intense situations used to piss him off sometimes, but now it was refreshing. Or maybe it was the way you were smirking at him. It could also possibly be the fact that you, save for a few greying hairs and the years starting to wrinkle your skin, still looked exactly like you. Still stunning. Or maybe it was a combination of all of these things, and it was the entirety of your presence that Bruno found refreshing.

But Bruno figured he could think on these things later. Right now, he had bigger fish to fry. After all, he had been separated from you from 10 years, and Bruno knew he couldn’t wait a minute longer to kiss you again.

And so he started walking over to you. You started walking towards him, but you stride was bigger, and it seemed like you were going to meet him 3/4 of the way.

Like you always did. You met him 3/4 of the way down the bar. You met him 3/4 of the way up the stairs. But Bruno was done with that. He was ready to take whatever this was that had spent so long growing between you all the way. So he ran in order to make the distances the two of you travelled equal.

When he finally reached you he wasted no time in grabbing your face and smashing your lips onto his. Your hands fisted into his ruana and hair, and the hand that wasn’t holding your head in place snuck down to wrap his arm around your back, pulling you into him. He couldn’t possibly fathom what was happening outside of the little world the two of you were in, making him acutely aware of what was happening inside of it. He could feel his tears mingling with yours as your lips melted together. Your lips were just as chapped as his. Your tongue tasted faintly of añejo and orange. Your eyelashes were soft and feathery against his cheeks, and every so often his nose would collide with yours. Your skin was rougher with age and hardship and it was perfect as it rubbed against his stubble.

Bruno was grateful that for once, time seemed to stand still for him. There was no future. There was just now. Now with you.

Eventually, the realisation that most of Bruno’s family was standing behind you seemed to seep into your consciousnesses, so you reluctantly pulled away with embarrassed chuckles.

Bruno wrapped his left arm with your right. “C’mon, I have a prophecy to fulfil.”

You didn’t need to ask to know which prophecy he was referring to.

Bruno didn’t bother turning backwards before he spoke, and with a confidence he’d never used but surely inherited from his mother, he addressed his family.

“Julieta, run to the jeweller’s shop and pick up that pair of gold rings she has in the window but no one ever wants to buy because they don’t like that the bride’s band has an emerald instead of a diamond. I know she hasn’t sold them, they’ve been there as long as we’ve been alive.”

The Madrigal family stood stunned and confused. What was Bruno on about? Surely there were more pressing matters at hand than jewellery. But Bruno continued.

“Felix and Agustin, go to the tailor’s and get me a guayabera. Something smart but comfortable. Oh, and a new pair of pants, these have more holes than the sky has stars,” Bruno laughed as he began to lead you towards the center of town.

“Isabela and Dolores, go with them. Find the most stunning garment for my Miracle to wear, and maybe some flowers. Mama and Pepa, go back to Casita and get the kids. Luisa, if you could, run ahead of us and fetch the Father; you’re the fastest runner. Tell him we’re on our way and to have everything ready for us.”

Pepa spoke up first. “Bruno, what is going on?”

The prodigal son only looked at you and smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re getting married.”

The rest of the family stood in excited silence.

“But... why now?” Alma questioned.

Bruno only pulled you closer, and you looked at him with pride and love in your eyes.

“No time like the present.”

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno likes tequila #reader likes tequila too #encanto #encanto fanfic #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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mochiiikko · 2 years

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Hi! Could I request imagine or headcanons about having a cozy movie night with Madrigal grandkids? (Gn or m reader would be awesome) thank you!

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

Movie night, hcs, X reader, no specific pairings, GN!Reader

↳ Madrigal grandkids

° I do truly wish you luck best friend

° You guys spend more time fighting over a movie to watch then you do actually watching a movie

° 6 people with very differing tastes good luck soldier

° Mirabel sneaks of to put the movie she wanted to watch in while you guys are still bickering

° You all protest but the intro is already playing there's nothing you can do about it anymore

° You'd been given the specific rule from Pepa to keep everything pg considering Antonio

° A rule that was broken within 2 seconds

° Dolores takes to covering his eyes and ears

° Isabela is very begrudgingly watching the movie Mirabel picked, ends up more invested then Mirabel herself

° There's a major character death and you almost get crushed by a very sad Luisa

° Julieta comes in every once in a while to check up on you guys

° It sure is a sight to see Camilo scramble to pause the movie when you guys hear her coming

° Other then the absolute chaos, it's a pretty cozy night

° Many cuddle pile, Luisa is a great bed, you find

° You guys end up watching a kids movie at the end of the night to make up for breaking Pepa's rule

° She still somehow finds out about it (Camilo accidentally let it slip) and sets out a punishment

° You, luckily are already out of the house by then

° You should do that more often

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maddkitt · 1 year

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Until I Found You

Bang Chan x GN!Reader

reader speaks spanish

First time writing a fic. I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it. Advice and constructive criticism are accepted. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

“BABE!”

A yell and the banging of the door against the wall jolt you from nodding off at your desk in front of the notes on your laptop. Finals are kicking your ass and the all nighters have finally caught up with you. Chemical reactions have drifted you to sleep, that was until your boyfriend, Chris, got over excited about something and broke your slumber.

“CATABOLIC REACTION!” You say, sitting upright in your chair. “Were you sleeping?” he asks with a slight smile, the guitar you got him some christmases ago in hand.

“Whaat nooo, just resting my eyes?,” sounding more like a question than an answer. “Riight, anyways I have something to show you, it’s something I’ve been working on.” You’re used to having to sample his songs and adding input where needed and suggesting when asked.

“if it’s not an edm concept-“

“it's better than an edm concept. Pleaseee I’ve been working hard on it”

“ I’m joking love, lemme hear it”

“Okay here goes” he starts to strum a familiar tune. You’ve heard it before, maybe on tiktok or instagram but you can’t really name it, just know the lyrics.

As you prepare yourself to sing along in your head to Chris, he says something different.

“Cielo”

Is he? No

“Cuando te abrace”

IS HE SINGING IN SPANISH??

“Cómo podemos ser amigos” As he continued, you try to keep your composure and not combust where you sit. You’ve always been kind of shy to speak Spanish around him despite his constant encouragement. You’re not ashamed or embarrassed, just shy, but this completely surprised and impressed you.

”Prefiero morir a dejarte ir, Julieta a tu Romeo, te escuché decir, no me vuelvo a e-enamorar, hasta que la e-encontrará” he stammers and stuffers over some words but is overall doing well.

“Dije no vuelvo a caer por otra amor, si no eres tú, perdido en la oscuridad, tú me rescataste, eres mi luz” he stops and looks at you expectantly, searching for a reaction on your face. “So what do you think? Was it bad? I’m sorry it was bad." he drops his head, disappointment across his face. "Mi amor, calma'' you say, lifting his head from its defeated position. “ Lo hiciste muy bien!” you exclaim, a proud smile adorning your face. You really were proud of him, you could tell he had really tried to get down the pronunciation, and that dedication made you fall all over again. “ I have no clue what that means” “It means you did great”

“Oh really?” he says slightly surprised

“Yea, you did, just work on your confidence.”

“Noted”

“ Great, now if you excuse me I have to get back to studying”

“You mean sleeping”

“Shut up”

#bang chan x reader #skz fics #skz x reader #bang chan x you #first fic

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between-the-lines-fic · 2 years

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Between the Lines - Bruno Madrigal (Modern AU) Chapter 13

Summary: Bruno Madrigal is a popular telenovela writer, though he keeps his identity secret under the pen name Pedro Oscar. You just happen to be a big fan of his who’s doing their laundry while a telenovela plays in the background.

Pairing: gn!Reader x Bruno Madrigal

Words: 1,645

Warnings: None!

Chapter count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (More to come!)

Available on: AO3

Mirabel and her abuela take the lead as you descend the stairs from the roof, leaving you plenty of time to silently wrangle your mixed emotions. They writhe and buzz beneath your skin, forming a nameless tangle of thorns in your chest while Bruno walks ahead of you, falling in step with his mother.

He looks so happy like this, chatting away at Mirabel and Señora Madrigal. Though his dips into the conversation are shy, he’s gaining back confidence with each shared joke and comfortable quip. Their words bounce uselessly around in your ears, unheard as your feet carry you just three strides behind.

It’s good that he’s happy. That his mother wants him back. It’s a good thing that you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail against this woman, that Mirabel and her family seem to have begun their healing. It isn’t any of your business, especially since Bruno seems willing to let bygones be bygones.

So why is there this nameless snake in your chest, constricting your heart and pumping venom into your throat?

“Mirabel!” the woman you remember as Julieta cries as Mirabel comes to the bottom of the stairs, rushing forward to envelop her daughter in a tight hug. “Oh Mira, we were so worried when we couldn’t find you. Are you alright?”

“Mom, I’m fine,” Mirabel laughs off the question on instinct, though she winces a second after and amends, “Well, I probably need to clean my hands.” Julieta lets out a long-suffering sigh, pulling away to cradle her daughter’s hands in her own, and you look away politely as she begins to fret over Mirabel’s health. A taller, seemingly distinguished man hurries over only seconds later, his glasses, but more importantly, his clumsy fumbling is a familiar pattern to your eyes. It’s an easy leap to assume this man is her papa, or at least someone like that.

“Ay Mirabel, we looked everywhere. There were so many mice and spiders,” he shudders violently, whole body cartoonishly rippling as if the man were a cat rather than a human with a spine. The reaction gets a sympathetic laugh out of Mirabel and an exasperated sigh from her mother.

“So how are we going to perform without a stage?” Someone’s voice cuts through the happy reunion, only to be shushed with exasperation by an older man. The young teen in a bright yellow sweatshirt seems to bristle at the response. “What, I can’t say that we don’t have a stage? What’s that? Not a stage!”

You only give the kid a haphazard glance before Mirabel just shakes her head and walks over to the shattered chandelier and stage. Though the majority of the chandelier is lost to shards of crystal, the lone candelabra that makes up the very tip of the chandelier has somehow managed to survive the fall. Mirabel pries candelabra free with a wince as the people around her gasp, before presenting it to her family with a surefire smile.

“We do what we’ve always done. We bring the show to the people.” She says it with such utter confidence, you almost find yourself believing her despite the clear evidence to the contrary. “The Madrigals used to be a traveling troupe. We’ll just perform somewhere else until we can get the theater up and running again. Right Abuela?” And then that confidence wavers, Mirabel looking back into the stairwell where the three of you remain just barely out of sight, her smile trembling at the edges as she holds this beloved family heirloom in bloodied hands. She’s so small, her fingers gripping this sculpture of brass and gold that’s almost as large as her head.

Bruno and his mother freeze in the shadows, each showing a different kind of hesitation while they watch Mirabel reunite with her family. Their family, you mentally correct yourself, eyeing both of these people who stare at their loved ones with such trepidation that it’s almost painful. Señora Madrigal clutches her hands close to her chest, a deep frown lining her lips, and she looks so much like a younger version of your Abuela that the pain in your chest swells and threatens to spill into your silence with a lump that you swallow down. Another memory strikes you like a punch to the sternum, raw and unyielding.

You’d been so furious with yourself when you broke Abuelo’s radio. You really hadn’t meant to break it, but your favorite band was going to be playing on the radio that day and you had been trying to tape a copy of their song for weeks. It was an antique, weathered thing with delicate dials and a finicky antenna, but Abuelo always seemed to know how to turn it just so, eternally patient and loving with the radio he had bought Abuela for their fifth anniversary. He was at the shop today though, and Abuela was too busy cooking dinner to sit by the radio and help you. The awaited hour crept closer and closer, and when you couldn’t get the dial to turn to the right station, you twisted and snapped it off in a panic.

The radio was too old to have any replacement parts lying around in local repair shops, and the places that could claim to fix it were far too expensive for Abuelo’s budget. It was just your luck that Abuelo chose to come up to check on the house.

His warm voice cut through the air like a knife, “Estoy en casa-” he said, only to stare you down with a horrified frown while you held the snapped-off dial in your hand. You still remember the way dread pooled in your stomach, hot tears clouding your vision as you ran to your room and shrunk under your covers. Abuelo didn’t even call after you. All you heard was the soft click of a shutting door, and footsteps down the stairs to the shop below. A spiral of guilt, embarrassment and regret dragged you further down into your hiding spot, the snapped knob of the radio dial clenched painfully tight in your hand.

Abuela found you not long after, a gentle knock on your door. “It is never easy to apologize nenúfarité,” she had said, pulling you out from your self-imposed punishment into a firm hug that was just as warm as your bed, “because you see the hurt in the other person’s face, and know that you are the one who caused it. It can be difficult to face that, but we must if we want the hurt to get better. You must see the wound before you can bandage it, hm?”

Grief, anger, and an alien sense of compassion wrestle with one another for control, leaving you frozen to the step as Abuela- no, Señora Madrigal steps into the light, expression wobbling with unshed tears. Bruno almost reaches for her as she moves forward, and that makes the anger flare violently, a reminder of his loneliness that you’ve seen over the year that you’ve known him-

“Of course, Mirabel,” she replies, a watery smile finally pulling at her lips as she walks over to her granddaughter, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Mi familia, I am sorry. I see, now, that I held on too tight. I was so afraid that I would lose you, that I hurt you all.” she says, hands clasped together in front of her chest.

“Mama,” Julieta murmurs, her expression creased with concern. But Señora Madrigal holds up a hand to halt her, and she takes Julieta’s hands into her own. She reaches for another woman, the stressed one in a yellow dress that had snuck by you before. Pepa, you think.

“No, mis hijitas. I was wrong. I can deny it no longer. There has been too much pressure on you from me to ensure our Encanto stays afloat. I worried for so long about our safety through the business that I forgot what it was all for.” She turns again to her granddaughter, her smile faint with guilt. “So you all could live happy and long lives, even without my Pedro. I lost Brunito to this. I almost lost Mirabel to this. I will lose no more of you.”

Bruno covers his mouth to stifle a gasp into a cough, and the rest of the gathered family squint into the dark stairwell. “Tío Bruno?” Mirabel halfway pleads in your direction, and you watch as the love of your life visibly struggles with whether or not to reveal himself to the people he stayed away from for an entire decade. “I know you’re there. Please, Tío.”

“Mi vida,” you murmur soft enough for him alone to hear, “go to them.” But your feet stay firmly planted in the carpet, the swirl of emotions weighing you too much to even consider going with him. It’s as if a physical line separates you between the safety of this shadowed staircase and the light of the hallway beyond. This isn’t your reunion. And you can barely even bear to be in the same room as that woman right now, let alone a whole extended family.

Bruno glances back at you, eyes wide with worry as he glances between his family and you. Then, as if sensing your hesitation, he holds out a hand to you, still silent. For a moment you consider not taking it, pulling away from this place altogether and somewhere safe, but then you look back up at his face, and your resistance crumples.

There are tears in his eyes, and you know with a sudden surety that he wants this more than anything. Most importantly, he wants you to be a part of it. And how could you ever say no to that?

Pulled by his hand, both of you step beyond the line and into the light of the corridor.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto Bruno X reader #between the lines fic #surprise #I'm not dead

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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Request below!

a very NSFW julieta fic for our darling @leaflvr<3

The fic will include the following; NSFW content,explicit scenes,mentions of inappropriate language,reference to sexual contact,depiction of kink,fluff,romance,kisses,cuddles etc.

"Under The Warmth Of Our Skins"

The love you and julieta shared was one of fairytales,the inevitable ...the most unimaginable and out-of-this-world romance filled in small ,peppered kisses here and there across your faces,a body language that could be spoken mostly by touch;gripping ,grazing over soft surfaces,holding on to her hands whenever the tension would be too much to bear. Julieta was undoubtedly proficient in communicating with you on that matter,and you felt the most loved person in the world.

The cuddles were really not out of these benevolent acts,relaxing in each other's arms while staring at the night sky,watching the stars fading into the dark pitch color of the midnight and then reborn into ones of the most shining ornaments. You enjoyed every part of it and Julieta wasn't that far herself,there were times she would let her eyes wander over your delicate feautes,her digits tracing over them,in a perfect attempt to absorb your whole existence into her mind. And then she would turn your face over her direction to stare deeply into your soul and rest her forehead into yours. It was an unspeakable connection people would often underline ,surely they weren't wrong at the last bit...

She barely moved forward when you got lost in the moments of kissing,maybe her hands would rest on your thigh,gropping the flesh in her hands repeteadly,used to the times she would roll the puffy dough between her experienced knuckles. A fire would build up in your abdomen,whimpers of pleasure releasing from your throat,your lips still glued to each other,tongues interwhined in a passioante dance. You tried to swallowed your lack in breathing but everything ended in vain,with the short woman parting from your sharing moment,her palm resting on your cheek. The following scene had you blushing hard,while a string of saliva traveled down the brunette's chin. The tip of her tongue wipped off the wetness,biting her lips. She was teasing you,you were absolutely aware of that,yet you reached out for more. Upon extending your arm,she would wrap her hand on your wrist,blow you a loving kiss and then excuse herself...

Of course that left you frustrated,and you would definately forgive her and forget her oh "selfish" actions the next day. The situation could've gotten worse,if it wasn't for your protest...nude bodies tangled between the sheets,hands too occupied in getting used to the new feeling,the sensation of your lovers naked frame was the result ,since noone could really hold it in anymore you ended up breathless,whining in ecstacy when your bodies collided...

You didn't really think much to discuss further about sex,what it was closer to your ideal form of pleasure,you remained comfortable at the part of where you got drowned in your lingering touches and lustful kisses. For you,dear (Y/N),this was undeniably more than enough. Never the less,you had dreamed of having your loved tied up in your king's bed,writhing over the sheets begging for the slightest of your touch. This send shivers down your spine,the image acting out in your head had you sweating as well,your palms massaging between your thighs,slowly biting your lower lip...

The next morning you entered the kitchen to see your Amor cooking soomething,switching positions every now and then to check on her bowl of dough or lean to admix a few herbs. You smiled enthusiastically over her picked up speed "Wow,how can you keep up with that?" she laughed responsively "Guess the need of emergency ?" her eyes finding yours. you hummed grinning at the cook in front of you. Your feet moved faster than expected,cathing the older woman in your embrace,your arm twisting her around so that you could stare into loving eyes "Eres hermana mi Amor.."you confessed to the nurse,whipping a loose strand behind her ear "Only because of you,mi Vida"she allowed her head to fall on the back of your hand. Your hand dropped to firmly grope her lower back,before she could say anything you trapped her lips into yours. The taste of vanilla filling your mouth "mmh...you taste devine" you complimented the flushed girl,who was ready to snap at your naughty behaviour "Ay,amor the food!" she exclaimed trying to escape from your embrace "Don't you dare..'you firml pulled her back to you "Casita take care of the food for us!" you ordered the magic house,which immediately replied in tiles rolling.

Before,Julieta could react to your sudden actions,you pushed her in her room kicking the door close "now You are mine amado" your lustful gaze fell upon the oldest of madrigal triplets,the cook felt electricity hit her once she felt your eyes 'undressing' her. The healer never repleyed her stare glued towards you,awaiting for your next move. You smiled wickedly motioning the woman to fall back on the bed. Your legs guided you to her closet searching for a leather piece of fabric "Let's see..."you heard a small giggle "¿Amor,Qué es eso?"a glimpse of a leather belt caught your undivided attention "Aha!"

"we are gonna play a little game,Querido"

You swallowed "you are going to relax and I...will...take good care of you" every sentence was followed by a step,placing your self on the bed on top of the older woman. Your hand traveled on her top yanking the cloth over her head to help her take it off. The brunette was determined to assist the slow process by removing her brassiere...

Full breasts came into view,falling impressively over her soft stomach. you didn't waste time in tasting the ivory mounts earning a whine from your lover. The sound drove you insane,reaching for her skirt pressing it over her kness,along with her underwear. The smell of arousal hit your nose,throwing her rest of clothing at the floor. Upon placing yourself between dark thighs,your hand slapped the naked back of her thigh,gripping onto the warm flesh "¡(y/n)!" the sharp feeling,created a new sensation "You liked it Amor?" the cook nodded her head a frown of pleasure overtaking her calm features...

Your weight pushed the brunette on the mattress,your arms wrapping her wrists in your hold. You used the leather around her wrists tying them on the headboard "From now on no hands allowed,right amor?" The young woman nodded positively,as you decided to leave a reassuring kiss on her forhead. You placed yourself before her closed kness,using your strong arms to press the kness open.

The girl whimpered a few curses under her breath her hips shifting,arms tagging,the need to grip the cold sheets was strong but the knot restricted any of her movements. Your hands traced two delicate paths across the heated flesh to her inner thighs,"Ah!"the tied woman let a moan escape her mouth " You look so beautiful tied up,mi Vida"you grinned teasingly,the tip of your tongue laying flat across her clitoris. Your eyes fluttered close ,your lips capturing the swollen numb in between sucking the salty flavour that was coating her lower lips "¡Dίos mίo,(y/n)!" you felt her body tremble at your ministrations.

You allowed your muscle to lay flat on the soultry pool of cum that rested on her opening,lapping over the engorged clitoris. You trapped the bundle of nerves rubbing it in slow circles,the sounds the older woman was making could inticate of how good your lovemaking was. To be able to taste her in depth was heavenly,and hearing her loose herself in the sensations you cause so filthily,made you go insane.

She was your muse,your incentive,you were so in love with how every part of her would complete your imperfections in a way noone could've been able to attempt fixing...The thought alone was enough to make you devour her,get drunk in her taste. You opened your eyes to stare at a very impatient woman,struggling to move her wrists "¡Mh,Amor por favor!" the nurse protested her face giving away the need to feel the pleasure to the edge "What do you want Querido?" you asked the girl, a couple of fingers joining her warmth,a groan came out the healer's chest "Please,mi Vida..."she sighed "Please your fingers...I want them...inside"the cook said while taking sharp breaths,as she felt your digits hit the right spot...

You adjusted your hand,with your thumb pushing onto the blushing clitoris,thrusting in vigourously "Harder (y/n)!"her head fell back,full lips parting releasing a loud moan. Quick breaths started forming through the process signaling that she was close to her orgasm. You decided to bit a bit of her thigh,make sure to leave a mark for tomorrow

"Aquί amor!" the brunette shouted in ecstacy,rolling her sides according to your own rythm,waves of pleasure rulling over the woman's body. A few fastened thrusts and the nurse was done for,hands aching to get free while her body sqquirmed and spasmed under your touch,feeling her walls contrasting around your long fingers,covering them in the tasteful liquid.

Your gazes were stuck to each others' for a moment dragging your limps out of her vagina on to your lips,savouring the salty coat of cum "Your taste divine.." you grinned leaning enough to untie her tired arms "How do you feel Corazon?" you studyied the girls face for awhile "it was amazing,I thought My head would burst"the short woman laughed her teeth grazing her lower lip.

She caught your face in her palms,kissing you softly under the dim light "Mmh...you look so attractive between my legs"a giggle found you both,your foreheads touching for awhile "I'm pretty sure bebe...but now it's time to rest alright?" the woman bobbed her head pushing you over her breasts..

You laid in the quietness,sitting there until Julieta kissed your hair,excusing herself in the kitchen to cook for dinner. At that time you had fallen asleep too busy to comprehend what was happening around you,only curled up a little to feel the warmth of the blankets...

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 11 months

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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?

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #encanto #encanto smut #julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #encanto julieta #julieta madrigal smut

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brainrotfics · 3 years

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masterlist [01] ceremonious summary: In which (Name) Madrigal struggles with their gift of freezing time and their inability to talk to their own family. notes: this series is very self-indulgent, if i'm being honest. warnings: kinda angsty, lack of time perception, memory problems [prev] | [next]

The story of the Madrigal miracle was one that always fascinated (Name). Much like the rest of their relatives, they grew up clinging to their abuela's every word, the story of their Abuelo Pedro echoing in their mind as the years dragged on. They cherished this story as one of the only memories they could vividly remember.

See, (Name) always had trouble with memory. Either they could only recall bits and pieces or they could recall nothing at all. Big gaps were present in their mind, their thoughts jumbling together and the time escaping them.

And yet, with all of these issues plaguing their memory, the story their abuela loved to tell remained a staple in their mind.

"Abuela?" (Name) called out softly, a mere whisper leaving their lips as they nestled in their bed. Mirabel, the only other child awake in the nursery, seemed to know exactly what her younger cousin seemed to want. Camilo, on the other hand, had long since fallen asleep and was huddled underneath the blanket, his chubby hand clutching (Name)'s pajama shirt.

"Yes, mi vida?" Abuela hummed quietly, her hands holding the flickering candle the children had grown to admire. (Name) and Mirabel shared a glance, their smiles bright as the candle's flame sparkled in their eyes.

"Can you tell us the story again?" (Name) requested, earning a smile and a laugh from the older woman.

"I've already told you the story five times," Alma pointed out. (Name) nodded their head excitedly, letting out a quiet squeak when their older brother shifts in the bed.

"I know that," (Name) whispered after a few moments, staring down at the blanket covering their lap. "But... I like hearing it."

"I know that, but your ceremony is coming up," Abuela continued, glancing over at the clock placed on the counter. "We have a lot of preparations to handle, tomorrow. I think it's best for you to get some rest, just like Camilo."

"But, Abuela," (Name) whined, their lip jutting out in a pout. Alma let out another laugh and patted the child's head, a fond smile on her face as she pushed herself up to her feet, tiptoeing towards the nursery door.

"Dulces sueños--" Alma's lips snapped shut when she turned to see (Name) and Mirabel already buried in their sheets. It hadn't even been thirty seconds, and yet the children had already passed out in their beds. (Name) had somehow slipped underneath their covers without disturbing Camilo, clinging onto his arm as soft snores escaped their lips.

As quiet as she could, Alma turned and closed the door behind her, holding the candle close to her chest.

"(N/Name)?" Pepa cooed as she opened the door, peering her head inside with her husband Félix a few steps behind her. She lightly knocked on the wood, her eyes landing on her child who was still tucked beneath the covers. "Ay, (N/Name), you're still in bed?"

"Up, up!" Félix declared, hurrying into the nursery and pulling the covers off his child. (Name) let out a whine and curled into themselves, causing their father to laugh loudly and scoop them into his arms. "Get excited, corazón! You'll be getting your gift tonight!"

"Mmh..." (Name) whined once more, lazily throwing their arms around their father's neck.

"Today's a big day, mijo," Pepa points out, cupping her child's cheeks that were resting on Félix's shoulder. "I can't believe you're already five!"

"Mm... Huh?" (Name) hummed, their words slurred together as Pepa continued to squeeze their face. "Tha's today...?"

"That's what I just said, (N/Name)," Félix answered, stroking their hair lightly. "You must still be sleepy."

"Mhm," (Name) hummed, giggling when Pepa starts poking and tugging at their cheeks. "Mama!"

"Oh, hush, (N/Name)," Pepa playfully scolds, pressing a kiss on the child's forehead. "Let me cherish you, pequeña."

"Mi amor, I know you're happy," Félix begins before taking a small step back, waving at the raincloud forming above Pepa's head, "but you're going to get them wet."

"Mamá? Papá?" A familiar voice called out, accompanied by the squeaking door. (Name) rubbed at their eyes as their vision began to clear, allowing them to see the brunet standing in the doorway.

"'Milo," (Name) yawned, waving to the boy sluggishly before letting their hand fall onto their father's back.

"You're not awake yet, (Name)?" Camilo huffed, crossing his arms. His small glare quickly turned into a bright grin as he teased, "If you don't wake up now, you're not gonna get a gift!"

"Ay, Camilo! Don't tease them on their big day," Pepa scolded earning a hesitant nod from the young boy. Seemingly satisfied with the gesture, Pepa scooped the child from her husband's arms and pressed another kiss on the side of their head. "Now then, let's get you some breakfast, hm?"

As her child let out another sleepy hum and rested their chin on her shoulder, Pepa couldn't help but feel the same way she always felt when this time came around. Sure, she had only experienced it with two other children, but it always felt somewhat melancholic. She always knew that she would have to watch her children grow older and grow more independent, but...

With her mother's parenting style beginning to turn more controlling, she couldn't help but worry that she wouldn't ever be able to be there for her kids before they became independent. She would walk the streets of Encanto and hover around the mothers, watching as they tended to their children's every need. She wanted that. She wanted to be a support for her beloved children but she always feared they were growing up too fast. Hell, she grew up a bit faster than she should have.

"Mm... Mamí," (Name) murmured, gripping the back of their mother's dress, "You're drizzling again..."

"Ah! Sorry, sorry," Pepa squeaked, waving away the cloud forming above her head.

(Name) didn't know who they were praying to. All they knew was that they were sitting beside their bed, hands clasped together as they begged for more time. They pleaded to have more time to do... anything. There was no real goal in mind other than the dreaded idea of running out of time and having to face the Madrigal reality.

And soon after, their pleas for more time turned into something more, something they could hold onto when they finally ran out of time.

They wished to for once remember this night. They wanted to remember every last bit of it because they knew that time was not on their side. They wanted to remember the feeling of the lights blasting their face, the feeling of Casita's shifting floor tiles, the feeling of all eyes on them as they walked down the path towards their door, the feeling of the warm candle against their palms, the feeling of the smooth doorknob against their hand, and the feeling of their body receiving their gift.

Please... Please let me remember it all...

"(N/Name)?" Jumping at the sudden voice, (Name) whipped their head towards the door to find their older brother hoving in the doorway, just as he had done that very same morning. His eyes flickered down towards their clasped hands before he shook his head, hurrying in and placing his hands on their shoulders. "You got Mamá and Papá worrying, hermano."

"...Lo siento," (Name) muttered, staring down at the floorboards. What stared back at them was the bright white and gold outfit Abuela had dressed them in, small wrinkles and folds evident in the fabric.

"Why are you so sad?" Camilo asked suddenly, tilting his head. "It's your gift ceremony today! It'll be great!"

(Name) squirmed uncomfortably under their brother's gaze. It wasn't that they didn't trust him enough to confide in him. It was quite the opposite, in fact. But, no matter how much they wanted to vent to him, to spill out their feelings and talk about their worries about their own memory and lack of time, they couldn't. No matter what, they couldn't get the words to leave their mouth.

"It... It's nothing, Camilo," (Name) quickly shook their head, reaching up to grab their brother's wrist. They smiled softly before muttering, "I think I'm ready now."

Camilo responded with a bright grin, one that (Name) had recognized in the fragments of their memories, and began to drag the younger Madrigal out of the nursery. And before they knew it, they were already stationed behind the curtain that would lead them to their new room.

"Aw, mija," Pepa cooed, smoothing out the wrinkles in her child's outfit. "Look at you! You're growing up so fast!"

"Mamá!" (Name) laughed, their worries disappearing for a moment as their mother pulled them into a hug.

"You got this!" Camilo beamed, jumping excitedly beside his sibling. "You're gonna get your gift and it's gonna be so cool!"

"Abuela..." Dolores begins, leaning closer to the curtain, "says it's time to start."

"We'll see you up there, okay, corazón?" Félix hummed, lifting (Name) into his arms and kissing their forehead lightly. "You're gonna do great!"

Their family disappears behind the curtain, leaving (Name) to listen to the heavy drums echoing on the other side. They were so glad they had seen Camilo's gift ceremony just a few months ago.

Was it a few months ago? How long had it been since then?

Had they not seen the ceremony before, regardless of the time, they knew they would not be able to handle their own ceremony.

"Forty years ago, in our darkest moment, this candle blessed us with a miracle," Abuela Alma's voice begins once the drums stop, her voice seemingly booming throughout the home. "And the greatest honor of our family has been to use our blessings to serve this community. Tonight, we come together once more as another steps into the light... to make us proud."

The curtains slid open, exposing (Name) to the residents of Encanto gathered in the foyer of their house. The lights whipped around to shine above them while the tiles leading to the staircase flipped to showcase a more intricate design.

(Name)'s eyes drifted over to their family, their older siblings gathered on the side of the walkway with their cousins and their parents behind them. They locked eyes with Camilo first, who immediately smiled at them and nodded excitedly, his body twitching as he waited for them to walk. Dolores returned a smaller smile when they met her gaze, nodding towards the staircase waiting for them.

The tiles beneath (Name)'s heels lifted slightly, pushing the small child forward and onto the pathway. (Name) gulped, fiddling with their fingers as they took small steps and shuffled across the floor. As they passed their siblings, they could feel their eyes in particular on them. It provided the tiny bit of comfort they wished for at that single moment, granting them enough willpower to force their feet up the stairs.

Alma stood at the top, the special candle (Name) admired for so long lowered towards them. With a smile, she watched as (Name) reached up and wrapped their small hands around the candle, prompting her to ask, "Will you use your gift to honor our miracle? Will you serve this community and strengthen our home?"

"Mm...Mhm," (Name) hummed and nodded, prompting Alma to step back and motion towards the glittering door forming in front of the (H/Color)-haired child.

(Name) took small, tentative steps towards the door, hesitating in front of the glowing entrance for a moment. They looked to the side, earning a thumbs up from their father and a comforting smile from their mother. Raising their hand, they let it hover over the doorknob before resting their palm against it, feeling their first initial engraved on it against their skin.

The door begins to glow brighter, golden specks floating around the door as it began to take form. And as they turned to face their family, they watched as their movements froze.

The candle's flame no longer flickered and the door's speckles stopped midair, the transformation halting in the process. (Name) took a step back, looking around nervously at their surroundings.

"...Mamá? Papá?" (Name) called out before hurrying towards the railing, heaving their small body to look down at the rest of their family. "Camilo?! Dolores?!"

Once their names left their mouth, time immediately resumed. The cheers of the residents of Encanto filled the air once more and the sparkles of (Name)'s transforming door fell to the ground. The candle flame began to flicker. But, most importantly, their family began to move and cheer.

"We have a new gift!" Alma cheered, rushing over and kneeling beside (Name). The young child's breath seemed faster than it had when she spoke to them a few moments ago. And how did they get to the railing so fast?

"(Name)! (Name)!" Camilo shouted, rushing up the stairs and tugging on his younger sibling's arm. "Your room! I wanna see it!"

"A-Ah..." (Name) whimpered before swallowing their saliva, nodding shakily. "Okay..."

Walking back towards their door, they watch as the outside is covered in light before it quickly dissipates to reveal the door's engravings. Their name was at the top, curving over the largest clock that was carved behind (Name)'s head. In the open space around (Name), there were several more clocks that varied in size and time. SImilar to their uncle's door, an hourglass was etched in front of (Name) as if they were holding in their hands. Instead of being upright, the object was sideways with the bottom half of both sides being filled with sand.

(Name) took a deep breath before opening their door, hurrying inside the room as Camilo dragged them inside. Pepa and Félix trailed in after them, followed by the rest of the family and partygoers. As they stepped inside, the room began to take shape.

The once black void in front of them disappeared to reveal a single walkway leading towards the center of the room. Gears lined the sides of walkway, protecting any visitors from falling into the pristine white clouds. The makeshift railing began to turn, quietly churning with each passing second. (Name) let out a quiet yelp when a pocket watch dangled in front of them, swaying back and forth by the chain holding it in the air. Soon, the empty space was filled with hanging pocket watches, all quietly ticking past the seconds.

An open platform was at the end of the walkway, the other side blocked by a grand clock, towering over the rest of the room's inhabitants. The very same clock stood in the center of the room, the platform surrounding it providing ample room for the celebration to continue inside. Thin hourglasses acted as pillars, scattered around the floor as if providing support for the room's ceiling (that remained unseen due to the seemingly endless space above their heads).

(Name) let out a quiet giggle when Camilo cried out, having walked face first into a dangling pocket watch. Before Camilo could drag his sibling any more into the room, Félix and Pepa kneeled beside them and pulled the younger Madrigal into a hug, praising their child with bright smiles. Alma joined them soon after, kneeling to hold the child's face in her hands.

"Wonderful, mi vida. A gift, just as special as you are!"

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