#pepa x felix smut

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

*In a text conversation*

Pepa: I like my hair pulled and I like to be choked. But I also like to cuddle and have my nose and forehead kissed.

Felix: Treat you like a princess, fuck you like a whore. Got it.

[encanto-4eva]

"Hey mi vida, feeling alright,?" Felix asked as he opened Pepa's door.

"I'm well I've been great all day!" she exclaimed sitting on the bed. Pepa was beautiful her light skin was scattered with pretty freckles long curly firey ginger hair in a well-done braid. Her frame was small and petite she didn't have well-defined curves or a large bust like her sister but Felix loved her the way she was body and all. So perfect so wonderful so...

"Mi amor daydreaming again,?" Pepa asked she questioned him a bit.

Felix snapped back "No just thinking about you mi amor," his cheerful tone died down a little bit into a seductive tone walking over to her and sitting down holding her hands in his. Pepa glanced over at him feeling a spark.

"Do you need something mi chico sucio," she asked now in a mood due to the room warming up. Pepa straddled him up putting her arms around his neck.

"I'm not a dirty boy," Felix stated furrowing his brow "Papi is upset with you I've been waiting for you and you've been ignoring me, I'm hard already and need to be inside you" Pepa blushed trying to compose herself. "Why are upset with me Papi,?" she asked going down to kiss his neck.

Felix grabbed her neck gently "I wouldn't do that if I were you" he said Pepa started to get whiny and restless. She wet she wanted to orgasm so bad she wanted to satisfy him.

"Fuck me please" she moaned with restlessness.

"I'm in charge mi vida, show me you deserve it" stated gripping her throat harder and hearing a gasp turning him on more. With that, she threw her over now on top of her kissing her neck his strong hands roaming her small frame and rubbing her breasts.

"Ahh Felix yes.." she moaned. Felix moved down her neck to her collarbone giving her hickeys all over hearing her moans elevated him more. His hands pushed down when rubbing feeling her nipples getting hard. Pepa squirmed Felix bit Pepa's skin on her neck making her groan in pleasure.

"God, will you remove this damn dress?" Felix asked in frustration. Pepa got up and begin to take the dress off Felix's hands were twitching adamant to touch her again "Let me help you mi vida!" he said in desperation seeing her struggle he yanked it off of her "Finally" he quickly undressed. He groaned placing her back on the bed she spread her legs.

"Felix mi vida do what you want with me" she groaned. Pepa was so helpless and beautiful underneath him his length rubbed against her clit hearing her whimper made him want to fuck all her holes- except her ass, she hated anal they tried once and it didn't end well Bruno walked in on them.

He grinded his tip against her entrance before plunging it in. Pepa moaned as he quickly sank his full length inside of her. " O..oh!" Felix began to thrust quickly. Pepa felt heat bubbling in her core she was so wet just for him just how he liked it. Felix lifted both her legs up and press them back stretching her out and readjusting himself getting in deeper.

"Eres tan apretada," he snarrled into her ear. He continued thrusting her legs shaking, her breathing quickened the weather grew thick and steamy. He slammed into her he needed more the heat in his core built up over the course of the day his time now to release this. "¡Félix, T-TE NECESITO!" she croaked out as he grabbed her throat tightly his slammed into her not holding back throwing her on her stomach and forcing her ass up "UP NOW!" he commanded slapping her ass Pepa yelped the mark was bright red and it stung. Fuck she was enjoying being dominated like his with such brute force and passion everything he was doing to her made the weather hotter and steamier the moisture made her damp and a little frizzy- her thought suddenly stopped in its tracks when shoved his two fingers and his cock inside of her "¡RUÉGALO PUTA!" he snarled with an intensity she loved normally, he would be gentle with her but THIS FUCK SHE THOUGHT SHE'D ORCASM JUSTING THINKING ABOUT THIS.

"¡SÍ PAPI!" she choked out as his grip around her throat tighten more with his thrusts and his hand around her neck god he was depriving her of air and she liked it. The both of them could barely hold on an orgasm was coming it was so close Felix grunted he was going to hold he was not coming first absolutely not this time Felix bent over Pepa and put his weight on her "PAPI PLEASE I NEED IT GIVE IT TO ME MAKE YOUR SLUT CUM!" she begged tears rolling down her face bucking her hips almost making lose his rhythm "Y-you cunt.." he hissed loud enough for her to hear. He slammed into her "AGGNH!" he slammed into her again She came eyes rolled back toes tightened cum exploded drenching both of their genitals in it the sun beamed through the window. But he continued through her high making her come again. Then he finally let himself cum he made a loud gasp then he pull out kissing her back gently letting go of her neck and letting her breathe. Pepa over on her back pulling him into a gentle kiss after a while he pulled back inches from her face. Then the guilt set in "Pepi I didn't mean to slap your ass or throw you around like a sack of potatoes I w-was I too much I kinda got angsty with you.." he mumbled with a look of concern and worry.

"Mi amor?" she asked.

"Yes.." he replied

"Best time in bed I've had thank you" she smiled "Look at the weather above us" she added.

"Now go get me an arepa con Queso you beat my ass literally!" she screeched.

"Okay Okay calm down mi diosa I'm going" replied quickly putting his clothes back on and heading out the door before Pepi was going strike his ass with lighting.

God Felix loved this woman

{OMG my first smut/post}

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#5

Hi everyone! This is the second Encanto smut fic I have done and the first in my circus, travelling show au! The idea is the Madrigal family have a travelling circus and each member of the family uses their gifts in an act or as a way to help the family. They are a bit more corrupt than in the film, but it's done with the best of intentions. At the end of the day, they need to survive and have money in order to do so and if it means Camilo pickpocketing or Luisa always winning at arm wrestling for ten pesos a go, then so be it.

This is based off the song "Rhythm of the Tambourine" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical and whenever I hear it, I just think Pepa. Guess it helps that's the musical my theatre group is doing this year.

Also, I am acknowledging that it is a repeat of what I published a week ago, but Tumblr posted it as a quote rather than a post and the notes weren't doing so hot. And if the Spanish is completely botched, I do apologise as well, that is Google translate, though I did get help from @foreveranevilregal who is a dear Internet friend of mine.

Hope you enjoy!

Charlotte :) x

"People are staring."

People were staring. They were staring and cheering and clapping and whooping and yelling. And Félix fucking loved it. He loved that others got to see how his vida, his sól, his...everything, move and sway to the music that the band was playing. Pepa laughed, carefree and glowing as she pulled up the silk hem of her dress to reveal a flash of a pale, freckled and oh so beautiful leg, much to the crowd's delight.  She had them eating out of the palm of her hand and she knew it. Félix whistled and clapped louder than anyone else and threw over her tambourine that she would use in her performances. Whenever the tambourine came into play was when things got really intense and interesting. Both Pepa and Félix knew the routine by heart now as did the rest of the family. Pepa would start playing her tambourine, slapping it on her hip to the beat and revelling in the applause and adoration that she received. It was whilst the crowd was distracted, that Camilo would start his pickpocketing, transforming into a multitude of people so as not to arouse too much suspicion. Antonio helped his brother by turning on the cute and asking ladies that he and his baby capybara were lost and looking for his mother. The ladies would coo and aw and start helping by looking through the crowds, by which point Dolores always interrupted, charging through asking if anyone had seen her child and his baby capybara. "Mamá!" Antonio cried, hugging his sister close. "Tonio, there you are!" Dolores shook her head and looked at the women apologetically. "Lo siento, he always goes missing. Even though," she'd say, turning him upside down. "I tell him not to. Maybe you'd like to be sold to the circus hombrecito? Huh?" Antonio burst into fits of giggles, much to the delight and relief of the women who had helped. "Now, what do you say to the nice ladies?" Antonio smoothed his shirt as he was placed on the floor, looking away shyly. "Gracias señoras," he whispered, his eyes dark and round. The eldest of the women handed over a ten peso note to Antonio and patted him on the head. "Get yourself something nice, ¿entiendes, joven?" "Si! Gracias!" Satisfied all was well, she nodded and shuffled away to join her friends. Antonio immediately put it in his pocket and held onto Dolores' hand as they weaved through the crowds. "Why do I have to be bait? Can't I do something else?" Dolores rolled her eyes a little, holding onto his hand more firmly. "Tonito, we've been through this already, recordar? Mamá told you, you're the bait cos you're small and cute. Camilo was the same when he was your age, as was I." Antonio slumped his shoulders, looking away. "It's no fun though! Chispi junior is getting tired of it." The young capybara who was following the duo pretended to drop dead for effect  twitching its back paw. Antonio bent down and whispered to it. "Get up, we're not doing dead pet today," he hissed, watching as it rolled back over with a squeak.

On the main stage, Pepa was starting to tire but she never let it show, she didn't allow herself to. The spectators wanted a performance and a performance they got. She signalled to the band to slow the music down to something more seductive, more sensual. Pepa rolled her shoulder to the crowd and let a slip of bare skin show through. Félix felt himself flush and his pants become taut; she always caused this to happen to him and if she allowed it, he would be having his way with her later on. Showering her with praise; for a good show, for getting him so fucking hard, for sucking his cock like a good girl, giving paying eyes a performance they wouldn't forget. It wasn't often that they would do this, but on occasion through word of mouth, for a fee and the right words, they would put on a show that only himself and his corazon would usually experience. He was a showman, after all, and whilst sharing his wife was out of the question, he loved knowing that people would be willing to hand over their hard earned cash, knowing that all they had for relief was their hand, whilst he had this gorgeous goddess of a woman to help him.

With a final flourish, Pepa skidded on her knees and began to crawl lowly towards a particularly keen member of the audience, who was enchanted and also intimidated. She wraps her silk scarf around him, pressing herself into his chest as she whispered something in his ear with a wink. He nods and gulps. Félix chuckled as he watched all the blood leave from this poor soul's head. "Thata girl Pepita," he whispered to himself, praising his beloved from afar. "Conseguir mas clientes para papi."

Later that night, there were a handful of men in Pepa and Félix's tent, watching the couple as they got intimate with one another. There were only two rules that both Félix and Pepa agreed on before deciding to give this exhibitionism a go; cash upfront and no touching the goods. Customers could touch themselves and each other even, but if they were to reach out or touch Félix or Pepa, the show immediately stopped and they would be promptly kicked out and banned for life.

The atmosphere was humid and fuggy, which in a way helped as the audience wasn't as noticeable and Pepa could truly concentrate on herself and Félix. "Ay, hay una buena chica. Te gusta que papi te llene, ¿no?" he grunted, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of her thighs, where there was sure to be bruising. Pepa shuddered her breath and nodded. "S-si...me encanta la polla de papi, me llena tan bien...." she squeaked the last part, seeing stars as Félix hit the perfect spot and gave her ass a sharp smack, which intermingled with the slap of his balls against her skin. The younger woman moaned out loud, keening under his touch, bring even more turned on by the fact that they were being watched. Through the fog created by her (that she will never apologise for), she could make out the man from earlier hungrily stroking his length, his gaze totally transfixed on the couple. She shook her head and giggled. "What's the matter? Is someone jealous?" she asked sweetly with a tilt of her head. He was about to speak when she tutted. "Now now, be a good boy and come quietly for me, si? I don't want you to ruin it for these good paying people." He gulped out a yes and nodded. "S-si Señora..."

Félix grinned proudly and bent over to whisper in his wife's ear. "Excellent mi vida," he praised sweetly, making her shudder and a warm rain to start in the room. "Haha, that's my girl!" Félix boomed, clapping. "Wepa, wepa!"

That was what did it for her. Not the fact that she was being watched, lusted after, knowing that she had multiple people under her spell, but Félix giving her praise. Praise that she had long craved for since she was a little girl who was only praised when she was of use to others. Well now she was taking that power back and it felt fucking good. Pepa growled, her nails scratching into the floor as she tensed up with Félix feeling her around his cock. "That's it Pepita, cum for papi. There's a good girl..." he crooned softly to her.

"F - Féli..." she stuttered, rutting against him. "I'm gonna..."

Félix nodded and pulled on her hair. "Lo sé, princesa. Corre en la polla de papá como la zorra que sé que eres."

Pepa's words got stuck in her throat as she hit her high and came hard. The build up she had been experiencing spread throughout her, making her toes and fingers curl and stretch out at the same, a look of pure, concentrated bliss appeared on her face and she breathed deeper as the electricity gave out in favour of warmth, which manifested itself into bright sunshine. Félix smiled as he pulled out as gently as he could, his now soft dick warm and wet with his and Pepa's cum.

They looked knowingly and lovingly at each other, basking in the glow that never failed to occur. "People are watching mi amor," Pepa whispered, putting her hand onto Félix's cheek, her heart still hammering away. Félix merely shrugged and waved confidently to the audience, who had very much enjoyed the show, the sound of flies being done up echoing around the small tent.

"I know."

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39 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#4

One Encanto HC I will fucking die on is when Pepa and Félix are still courting, Pepa is wondering out loud if Félix loves her. It's in thr market square, this big musical number and it's the its in his kiss song by Cher. I am not budging on that. Cue the back up singers consisting of Bruno, Julieta and a few friends being all "is it in his eyes?" and Pepa being like "It's in his kiss..." whilst holding a bunch of flowers and lying back on the flower stall. The stall owner is part annoyed, part concerned. "Are you okay?" *song goes on* "Y-you'd better pay for that!" *Pepa and the others walk off still singing* "I know where you live!"

44 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#3

Found this on Facebook and y'all...I feel seen. I know I'm autistic anyway, but there's no need to call me out like that

*Dewey Duck voice* - You mean it's been autism this whole time?

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101 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno

Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.

So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!

"What happens if I do this?"

Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.

He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.

"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...

"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.

With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."

Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.

It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.

"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.

If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.

"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.

By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.

His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.

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115 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's HC time my dudes! Awww yeeeeah!

So my twin sister showed me a picture where Félix is carrying baby Antonio in a chest sling (picture for reference) and it got me thinking. I know there's a joke in the Encanto fandom where Camilo and Mirabel are twins seeing how they're so close in age with both Félix and Augustín fearing for their lives during their respective wife's pregnancy, so once both babies are born, Félix takes them both out around the town wearing a baby sling. Camilo in the front and Mirabel chilling in the back. The sweet old dears of the town gather around baby Camilo, cooing and awwing, with Camilo naturally soaking up the attention. Félix seizes his opportunity. "Perdóneme señoras, but I know something better than one baby..." He turns around and there is Mirabel, looking around with her wide, dark eyes. "DOS BEBÉS!"

146 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

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Heyyyy so I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Julieta and Agustín based on kinschi’s recent art of Julieta wearing one of Agustín’s suits. His reaction is just sooo cute that I really want to read some fluffy (or smutty lmao) fic alongside it 😩😩❤️ and I just love your fanfics for Julieta and Agustín SM

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal Words: 1749 Notes: Here is Kinschi's artwork the anon is referring too! I HIGHLY recommend following @kinschi because her artwork makes me feel some type of way ... just do it. You won't regret it.

“Ay, Agustín. Are you alright?”

The back of his head was throbbing in pain. His wife’s voice sounded like a faraway dream. And he could feel the start of a goose egg forming where he hit his head on the tile. He doesn’t even know what he tripped on for heaven's sake! 

Agustín looked up through his messy fringe and a fiery blush immediately crossed his cheeks - not from his embarrassing fall in front of the family, but from the sight of his wife in front of him. 

She stood there with her hand out to him and wearing … his suit? 

His heart skipped a beat. He’s seen his wife wear his clothes before but that had usually been just his button ups or underwear. Something casual that she could toss on when she wanted to lounge around their bedroom. Now that she was wearing the whole ensemble … well.

He didn’t know what to say. 

Julieta helped him to his feet without escaping her gaze. He didn’t hear what Bruno said to make Pepa strike him with a bolt of lightning but it was probably well deserved. In a dazed state, he eyed his wife up and down, curious, aroused, and a little confused on what was going on with her and her siblings. 

“Does this mean I get to wear your dress now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Julieta broke into a laugh, not able to keep a straight face. 

“Yes, me too! Pepi, give me one of your dresses!” Félix jumped with glee, clapping his hands together in front of him. Pepa playfully rolled her eyes at him. 

“You do realise that none of them would fit you?”

Félix scoffed. “But I’d look freaking amazing!” He grabbed her tiny wrists with his big hands and began to pull her towards the stairs. “Come on! Let’s at least try!”

Pepa chuckled, letting him drag her along. “Ok, ok. We can at least try.”

The two resorted upstairs in a fit of giggles and laughter and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a loud clicking sound of a lock that the siblings vividly heard but chose to not comment on. 

“Well, I guess she won’t be needing this back anytime soon.” Bruno commented, fanning out the skirt of the dress with his hands. His hair became dishevelled when Pepa struck him earlier and the dress seemed to fit him oddly well. In a way, he did look like Pepa on her more stormy days. 

“I’m going to go to wash this thing before I give it back to Pepa. I farted in it a couple of times and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the smell it left behind.” 

Bruno walked off to his room with a swagger in his step. He clearly enjoyed wearing his sister’s clothes and felt more than comfortable picking the wedgie as he waddled up the stairs in a true brotherly fashion. When he disappeared from the foyer, Julieta looked to Agustín. 

“Did you… actually want to try on one of my dresses?” She asked bashfully. 

Agustín was surprised by her shyness. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and didn’t make eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure why she was so apprehensive, but he knew a good laugh would bring her back to her usual self. 

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Let’s follow suit and try one on now. I think I just pulled your nice blue dress out of the wash last night.”

“Oh, Agustín. I need to wear that for Dolores’ dinner tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. I won’t dirty it.”

“Dirtying it is the least of my worries.”

Agustín ignored her concerns and reached for her hand to lead them to their bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them, he plopped himself on the bed like a giddy child and clicked his feet together.

Julieta began searching through her closet, searching through racks of handmade clothing for her dress. She reached up on her tip-toes and had her tongue between her teeth as she searched, and Agustín leaned back and admired the view. If he looked that good every time he wore that suit, he wondered how Julieta wasn’t on him all day. Even though he was taller than her, the pants bunched above her ankles to reveal that she wore his mismatched purple socks that Mirabel made for him. He was surprised that she even found those since he always hid them in a special place. 

She finally pulled out the blue dress and looked at it longingly like she might never see it again. “Promise me you won’t rip it?”

Agustín gasped. “I would never! I know how long it took you to make that! Hand it here,” he held out his hands for her. Julieta made a careless laugh and tossed it over. She swapped seats with him and lay flat on the bed so her head was facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hands. “I don’t want to see until it’s on.”

“Well, then you’re going to miss the best part,” Agustín laughed. He began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing his wife to see if she really wasn’t looking. When she didn’t budge when he took off his trousers, he huffed out an annoyed breath and began to fiddle with her dress. There was no zipper or buttons so he tried pulling it on over his feet, but the neckhole was too small for him to get his knobby knees through. He tried a new technique of removing one foot and seeing how far up his leg the dress would go, but hopping around on one foot made him lose his balance and he screeched as he fell over onto the floor with a big thud. 

Julieta sprang up and looked at her darling husband lying on the floor. She shook her head. “Do you need help?”

He nodded his head in defeat. “Yes please.”

Julieta sighed amusingly and got to her feet. “Take it off and stand up.” She demanded. 

Agustín did as told and removed the entangled dress from his feet. He held the dress out in front of him and she took it and began bunching it at the bottom. “Lift your arms up.” 

He lifted them and examined Julieta’s technique of tossing the dress over his arms and sliding it down over his head. He thinks he’s seen her put her clothes on like this before but he’s not usually watching where the dress goes but rather what it covers. She helped him slide his arms through the elbow length sleeves, running her fingers along his skin. Then, she made her way down to his torso and fixed the fitted seam that would sit around her waistline but rested at the top of his stomach instead. Agustín shivered when she traced the seam with her fingers, pushing into his skin slightly. 

Next was the skirt itself. It fell nicely around his boxy frame but the length only reached his calves due to his towering height. Julieta got down on her knees and began fanning out the ruffles, delicately lifting the fabric in the air and letting it fall back into place. On the last toss, she let the skirt fall over her head as she began to work on the inner lining layer. The thin, silky fabric got tangled around his waist so she began to pull at it, knuckles brushing against the skin above his underwear every so often. Agustín tried not to move while she worked but there was something about the sight of his wife underneath his dress that made his stomach get butterflies.

And just as soon as they came, her hands were gone in an instant. His skin felt cold at the loss of her touch. She emerged from the material and went back to fiddling with the ruffles. Once done, she leaned back and rested her hands on her knees, eyeing her work, lost in thought.

“Well, how do I look?” He asked with a hint of eagerness. Julieta rose to her feet, not looking impressed. His expression immediately dropped. “Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I pull a seam somewhere?”

“Mmm, no,” she hummed. “I’m just disappointed that you look better in that dress than me.”

Agustín threw his head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious!” 

“I am! Casita,” she clapped her hands together. “Can you bring us the mirror please?”

The room shook as the door for Agustín’s closet flew open and the tiles moved the body length mirror into the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at his reflection. That same, throaty chuckle returned when he saw how ridiculous he looked. 

“Oh jeez, Julieta. I can see why you didn’t want me wearing this dress. It looks horrible!” 

“What do you mean? You look so handsome! I especially love the exposed calves,” she bent down and slapped his hairy legs, causing him to jump. 

“Hey, be careful! I thought you didn’t want me ruining your dress,” he laughed, running his hands down the ruffles to fix them. 

“It’s fine. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes more often,” she said, joining him in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around his waist and stood up straighter, trying to match his height.

“I’m not sure.” He mused, pulling her closer. “I like the dress, but it’s a little drafty down there. What happens if there’s a big gust of wind?”

“You’ll get used to it with having Pepa around,” she waved him off. “But I don’t think I'm giving this back anytime soon. I kind of like the way I look,” she ran her fingers down the length of her collar and puffed it out to emphasize her point. “And these trousers are much comfier than I had imagined.”

“I like the way you look too, but unfortunately, I’m going to need all of that back.”

She shook her head. “No thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No thank you?”

Julieta nodded. “No thank you. I think I'll hang on to this for a little while longer.”

Agustín puffed out some air. “Alright. Then I’ll just have to wear this to Dolores’ dinner. Hopefully there will be dancing, I need to stretch it out in some places…”

Julieta scolded him and hit him on his arm. She tried to look stern but her annoyance only made him laugh harder.

[ashdreams2023]

Some Poly Pepa and Felix with reader (Spicy?)

Is that okay?

And don't worry there all the same age

Thank u!

A night for us

Summary: Pepa, Felix and you spend a night alone finally

"Bye bye everyone, have a nice dinner!" You waved goodbye to everyone as they left the casita.

When they were out of sight you casita closed the doors and winked at you using the blindfolds of a window.

You giggled turning around to your lover, Felix grinning from ear to ear and pepa titling her head smiling at you.

Tonight you were alone, all alone thanks to the family leaving to have dinner at Mariano’s house.

You walked up with a swing to your hips.

Felix ate you up while with his eyes as Pepa reached her hands to you.

You took her hands and kissed them, then let one of your hands touch Felix’s cheek.

Lovingly looking at both of them you lead the way.

The weather was warm in Pepa’s room, warm enough that the urge to take your clothes off became stronger.

You kissed Pepa’s soft lips, her hands pulling up your top and breaking the kiss for a while.

A warm breeze hit your back as felix smoothly unzipped Pepa’s dress off.

You then pulled him towards you, locking him in a heat kiss, his hands cupping your breasts and making you moan.

Pepa pulled warped her arms around him from the back and unbuttoned his soft shirt and dragged it off of his body.

You giggled letting go of him to take off your skirt, it hit the floor effortlessly and you see a rainbow forming on top of you as Pepa pulled down Felix’s pants off.

The two were now laying on the big shared bed, eyes eagerly waiting for you.

"Mia vida let us love you" said Felix.

You sighed in fondness and throw yourself onto of Felix making both your lovers laugh.

You kissed Felix’s neck making him groan, his hands touching your sides tenderly and calling you all the beautiful names he never runs out of.

Pepa kisses him on the lips.

All attention on Felix, the man you both love you dearly and passionately. He broke this kiss from Pepa and pulled you closer and switched your positions.

You gasped lightly when Pepa pinched your nipples teasingly.

Felix fingered your heat making you moan, you pulled Pepa on top of you, Felix stepped back a little allowing his wife to position herself in front of him.

His finger dropped of you, wet enough he decided you were, he’s stroked his hard self a few times before entering you.

Both you and pepa moaned when he licked Pepa from behind at the same time.

Felix now was standing near the bed while working on both of you.

His hips moving in fast motion while his hands gripped Pepa from behind and eating her pussy out.

You and Pepa were touching each other’s breasts and moaning every time felix changed his base.

Your lips kept locking with Pepa, saliva shining on your lips.

"I’m close" Pepa gripped the sheets beside your head, you licked your lips staring his breast on top of you, feeling your own climax getting close.

"Amor…wait just a few" said Felix, he pulled away from Pepa pushing her right beside you and going full speed on you, your body shook as your orgasm ruled your body and all you could do is hold Pepa’s hand.

After making sure you were done Felix pulled out of you and went to Pepa pressing her down and fucking the orgasm out of her with his own.

It was at then you noticed the dark cloud in the room floating.

And when Pepa came the cloud rained cold rain.

Felix threw himself between you two, breathless, taking both your hands to his and letting the cold rain hit his sweaty face.

You exchanged a smile with Pepa, reassuring each other that everything went just perfect.

The rain felt nice on your skin and soon enough it stopped, the three of you relaxing under a colorful rainbow.

It was a good night indeed.

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I uh did something

Pepa with a lichtenberg figure scar pattern, courtesy of @pepa-madrigal's headcanon, I had planned to release this on Valentine's Day but eh.

[bexrambles]

i sure hope people enjoy this story cuz i think its actually coming out pretty dang good. i dont think ive ever been so emotional over my own writing before lol

[tmnt-chasing-pavements]

(Bruno X FemReader) The Curandera and the Seer - Chp.1

Author Note: Also on Wattpad with my other fanfic story, planning to put this on ao3, too. Disney put crack in this man and I’m now an addict. Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader. Might do Bruno requests later, WARNING: this might have a smut chapter later on and I’ll start it off with said warning. This book will take place after Pepa and Felix’s wedding, making Bruno 27 and the reader in her early 20s. *Might include the link to a Spotify playlist I made for Bruno.

*I gathered much of my information about Latinx witchcraft from family and sources online, but please know that it doesn’t mean that this depiction is entirely accurate as each group of Latin America had varying practices and varying views on spirituality. Also, please know that some shamanic work is closed due to trauma related to colonialism, which must be respected. I only included what I could find that isn’t closed out of respect, such as consensually recorded rituals and interviews. Please let me know if I happen to depict something inaccurately.

Chapter 1:

Trudging through the mud of the jungle, you find yourself coming upon a clearing in the forest. As the deep mud hardened on the path ahead, you changed out you shoes for your much cleaner sandals. Reaching down into your bag as the beads and bones of your necklace grace your hair, you push back the lose strands. You decide to carry your shoes along with you, hoping to not appear indecent but also understanding that they were the only work shoes available to you, you pushed the thought back in your mind for the plan to leave them before entering a home. Taking a deep breath, you pass through the threshold, leaving the jungle and preparing yourself for the unknown journey to come.

You were concerned to find a hurricane stricken town as small homes were being rebuilt. You rushed down the cobblestone and dirt path, finding a small family lifting and nailing boards back into their place.

“Do you need help?” You asked with hitched breath.

“Oh, please!” You aided the worn mother as she struggled with the weight of a wooden beam, pushing with all the strength you had. You heaved for a minute before finding yourself nearly giving into the weight. But, surprisingly the heavy board instantly became weightless and your pained face softened, turning your head upwards and titling towards the board. You released your grasp once the board lifted with ease and found yourself wide-eyed staring back at a small girl with the whole beam in her hands. She had freckles, curly hair tied back in a ribbon, and … muscle? What the hell is this town?

She blinked back at you innocently, “Oh, you’re new.”

All you could do was wave back, you’ve never seen anything like this before and somehow the small family you were surrounded by simply thanked her and carried about their business.

You then clear your throat while breaking the awkward glance, “Hi, … my name is (Y/N) (L/N). I was summoned here by my village’s curandero under the request of Alma Madrigal.”

Unsure why you were speaking so formal to a small child, you shifted a bit after your sentence.

“Oh, you mean Abuela?”

You glance back at the young girl, “Sorry, I didn’t ask. What is your name?”

“Mine is Luisa Madrigal, but I like your’s more. That’s so cool that we’re going to have a pretty magic lady staying with us!”

You giggle at the charm of this child which eases your nerves from the state of this town, you then return your attention to the situation. “Is everyone in your family well?”

“Oh yeah, this just happens sometimes when Tía Pepa gets angry.”

Your stomach sinks for a moment. Who are these people? Are they dangerous? Are they even human?

“Oh…” Was all you managed to squeak out. The little girl giggled and took your hand. “La casita is this way, Abuela will be happy to hear you’re here, even though she is a little upset at Tío Bruno right now.” You noticed that at the mention of ‘Bruno’ a few villagers glanced your way, you then made eye contact with an elderly man who’s wide eyes seemed to be warning you, ‘Be wary of that one’.

Oh no, …I think my mentor greatly underestimated the possible severity of this case. .. What am I even here for? Am I meant to aid someone? Why didn’t they ask for a true curandero? Who is this family? And who is ‘Bruno’? Your train of thought is then ceased by the sights of a torn building, with what seems to be a lone-standing tower with a ’t’ shaped metal frame at the top. Having the traits of a building you had never seen before, you saw remnants of candles, wilting flowers, and white fabric. That’s strange, a wedding must have taken place only a few days ago. As the small child tugs on your arm, the townspeople begin to whisper and stare with some signs of relief in their faces as you near the end of the cobblestone path. I have no idea why I am here, but at least they seem a little happier at the sight of me.

You then turn your attention back to the road, finding a clearing near the end which opened up to this grand home. You admired its beauty, entranced by the sight of the lovely home which somehow appeared untouched by the storm. You were startled seeing a beautiful window seal you were admiring swing open and gently sway from side-to-side from its hinges.

“Casita is saying hello.” The little girl whispered as she leaned closer, then letting go of your arm allowing you to timidly wave back. The girl then ran into the house, assuming that she was retrieving her grandmother you remained still, hoping to be polite by not walking into the home without meeting the matriarch first. You shifted a bit, nervous while realigning your beads and fixing your hair to appear more neat. But you couldn’t help listening in on the yelling from the inside as you placed your dirtied work shoes by a planter.

“I don’t care, Mamá, I don’t want to see him ever again! If he wants to run and hide back in his tower like a child, let him!”

“Lower your voice, the whole village can hear you.”

“Let them hear, they already hate Bruno. What else will they think if I hate him, too?!”

The rumbling of a thunderstorm began to shake the ground beneath you.

“I was only trying to help your nerves. … Look, now you’re scaring poor Luisa.” This masculine but warm voice then softened, “Come here mija, there’s nothing to be scared of.” He sounded so, … genuine. Something about this voice drew you in. Was this Bruno?

Silence then fell throughout the house and you felt bad for overhearing it all. You then jump back at the sound of clear footsteps from inside nearing the front door. Turning your whole body around and playing with the sleeve of your dress, you hoped to seem innocent. However, you jumped once water began to fall on you and with a worried expression, you turned around to face a fuming redhead and her concerned newlywed husband striding out of the house with bags in hand. Your horrified expression turned into one of sorrow as the woman barely recognized your presence, too busy holding back tears that were now spilling and smearing her makeup. Before you could find a way to comfort her a voice of an elderly woman calls from inside, causing you to turn back towards the casita.

“Oh, hello (Y/N), I am so sorry you had to arrive here in such conditions. Everything was meant to be organized and perfect for your visit, I am so sorry you had to see all of that.”

You give the woman a polite but shy smile, “It is alright, señora. Please, don’t apologize. I understand that family matters come first before anything. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”

The sorrowful face of the woman lightened at your response, “I guess they were right when they said you are admirable. My name is Alma Madrigal which you seem to already know. But, please call me Alma.”

You didn’t quite understand what she meant by this statement, but you brushed it off as she greeted you with a hug and followed her into this mysterious, grand home you will have to soon become familiar with.

[random-fandoms-fanfics]

Cream Cheese Hand Pies and Dancing

@luisamadrigalsgirlfriend here you go, hope you like it cause this is the first real smut I’ve done

luisa x female reader smut 👀 like her sneaking off for a quickie with you at one of the madrigals parties?

Madrigal parties are one of the most extravagant yet random events in Encanto, everyone was invited to come up and dance, drink and feast, sometimes they had a reason but most times it was just for fun, tonight was just that, some fun for the family. You stood off to the side munching on hand pies and watching the members of the magical family dance, there was Pepa dancing with her boys and a random man in green, Isabela and Maribel, who made up a couple of weeks ago, were dancing together, Felix was getting Abuela to dance with him, Agustin was dancing with Julieta and Dolorous was in a corner ‘dancing’ with Mariano. Yet they weren’t the people you really wanted to watch, you wanted to see those strong hips swing around the dance floor, those muscles effortless flex whenever she moved her arms to the rhythm, her dress or skirt swirl around her as she twirled and that smile that was just so full of joy.

Reaching for another pie you found your tray of snacks gone, looking up you saw it being carried off by some random villager, “careful, you know how I get when you pout,” jumping at the voice whispering in your ear you found Luisa standing over you with that smirk she inherited from her father,

“Don’t do that,” punching her arm you glared up at her before softening up, “you know you can just talk to me, friends can talk,”

“I know, it’s just fun teasing you,” rolling your eyes you leaned up against her side, just enjoying her touch and the entertainment until you felt her hand tug on the waist of your skirt, “I think there are some more pies in the dining room, wanna go check that out,” she lifted her arm up and held it out for you, her cheeks starting to turn red, linking your arm with her’s she lead you towards the back of the house while glancing over to the dance floor over and over, “it’s ok we’re just looking for snacks and getting away from all of the noise,” patting her arm you pulled her into the dinning room, it was one of the restricted areas people couldn’t go into without a Madrigal and there wasn’t any food or drinks left in there so it was left alone and empty.

As you moved out of sight Luisa lifted you up into her arms, your legs automatically wrapping around her waist and your lips began dancing in some wild form, it wasn’t one of those secret kisses you got in town where Luisa would cradle you and place gentle yet needy kisses onto your lips, this was filled with lust. The way she sucked on your bottom lip, turned her head just to press herself closer to you and snuck her tongue into your mouth the moment you opened it up wide enough, told you so. Feeling your back press up against a wall Luisa’s large body became flush with yours, you were so close to one another but you felt so far away, grabbing at her dress you pulled her closer to you until your fingers reached the back of her head, pulling her hair loose you threaded your fingers into the soft mass and grabbed ahold of her locks, the moment you pulled her head towards you it caused a rumbling in her chest that shook you to your core.

She pulled away with a string of saliva attached to her lips, those striking eyes now sat half laden and were locked onto your face, wiping the string off both of your lips she was able to catch her breath, “you ready?” nodding she checked behind her one last time before slipping her hand up under your skirt and down into your underwear. One thick finger glided in between your lower lips and covered itself in the thick liquid that started to pool in your underwear back when your mind wandered off to Luisa eariler, her finger dragged up your aching core to reach your erect nub, rubbing it in circles she watched as you started huffing in an attempt to kept your voice down, “such a beautiful sight you are mi amor,” kissing along your chin she dipped a second finger in and pinched your clit between the two.

Her movements became faster and rougher, edging you closer to your release by using her fingers to roll your hardened nub between her middle and index fingers, every roll on your clit sent shivers down your spine and made your hips buck into her hand. Luisa’s actions began heavily affecting you as you began shaking and allowed growing whines escape your mouth, burying your head into Luisa’s shoulder you muffled them with little success, thank god the music was loud enough to drown you out, “Luisa,” you called out as her lips attached themselves to your collar, sucking on flesh that would soon be covered by your shirt, “amor please, don’t stop,” grinding against her hand her fingers sped up, now rocking against your womanly flesh, grazing the hole that was begging for attention and the sensitive nub swollen from too much.

Your body uncontrollably jerked and jolted over the electricity surging through you, you back jerked into a bent, your limbs locked around Luisa and your head thumped against the wall behind you. Even if it only lasted a few seconds it felt like hours had past by the time you started to come down from your high, ‘slowly’ regaining control back over your shaking breath and your fuzzy mind, you could still barely feel your legs as they continued to shake and jerk, your airway felt strained and your gaping mouth sat dry, looking over to your lover she was busy presses kisses against your cheek and gently rubbing your outer walls. “Luisa?”

“It’s ok, I got ya,” removing her hand she licked it clean before unhooking your traps and setting you down onto the ground, her hands never leaving your sides, “how was that, good,” huffing and licking your lips you looked up at the woman holding you, staying quiet you wiped a tear from your eye before stating “water,”

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Chapter 5 of No Bullshit, Just Passion is up!!

[capypub]

Dancing with the Double-Edged Sword (Ch. 14)

Bruno Madrigal x Original Female Character

Chapter Rating: M (smut of course...and some alcohol/recreational drug use)

(Masterlist)

(not gonna lie, this is unedited, so bear with me...)

Dinner at the La Casa Madrigal had become somewhat routine for Mila. The enchanted house had even started setting a place for her beside Bruno, even on the days she didn’t dine with them. Augustin and Felix had also become familiar to her, the three of them having grown close after spending so much time with the family and sharing similar feelings as being the partner of a “magical Madrigal” without the magic. 

“Mila, mi cuñada, what’s going on, chica?” Felix bellowed as she entered Casita with her hand intertwined with Bruno’s. 

“¿Quiubo, perce?” she laughed, embracing Felix in a warm hug. 

“Same old, same old,” he laughed, returning to Pepa who had been reading on the sofa.

           Mila engaged her just as warmly with a peck on the cheek and similar greeting. Bruno kept close to Mila, always lingering near her even in his own home. He hesitantly placed a hand on the small of her back, receiving a sweet smile and kiss on the cheek in return as she leaned more into him. They sat with Pepa and Felix for a few minutes, talking and exchanging pleasantries before the other couple left to walk around the market before dinner. 

           Mila helped Bruno feed the rats after they left, sitting with him on the floor of his bedroom and scattering pieces of bread and cheese. After the mischief had been fed, the couple settled in one of the hammocks Bruno had hung around the ground floor of Casita, cuddled together, just enjoying being close to each other. Whether he intentionally chose a hammock in one part of the house that wasn’t frequently passed through. She rested her head on his chest, being lulled into a relaxed state by the light rock of the hammock and the occasional breeze that drifted over them from the nearby window. 

“Augustin is going to propose tonight,” Bruno murmured, sounding like he was on the brink of sleep, even after they had just come from a siesta in the field. 

“How do you know that?” she asked softly, lifting her head from his chest. 

“He told me,” he shrugged, stifling a yawn, “yesterday.” 

“And you’re just now telling me?” she gasped with an excited smile, playfully shoving his arm. 

“I just remembered,” he admitted bashfully, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers. 

“So…how do you feel about that?” she asked, surprised by how casual he seemed talking about his sister’s engagement. 

“He’s good for her,” he said, “I’m glad it’s him,” he added with a slight nod. 

“How long do you think it will take your mother to have the wedding planned and ready?” she asked, her voice laced with teasing amusement.

Bruno scoffed. “If she has it her way, the wedding will be huge, an entire week of celebration,” he said, making her laugh, “I’m serious,” he insisted over her fit of giggles, “the whole Encanto will be invited and celebrating for days, I don’t need a vision to know it’s going to happen,” he chuckled as her laughter died down.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?,” she sighed, finally catching her breath. 

He grinned at her, pulling her back into his chest. “And you love it,” he said, kissing the top of her head. 

“You’re right,” she giggled, nuzzling his collarbone. 

“I love you,” he sighed, his amusement shifting into lovesick adoration as he smiled. 

“I love you too,” she purred into his neck, her lips kissing the skin just below his earlobe. 

“Estrella,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck to her, feeling her mouth trail down to his pulse and across the hollow of his throat, causing shivers of pleasure to run down his spine.  

“Feels good?” she muttered against the base of his throat, her fingertips slipping under his ruana to play with the buttons of his shirt. 

“Mhm,” he agreed, the noise coming out more whiny and desperate than he intended, but it felt too good for him to care at this point. 

“You want me to keep going?” she asked, the tip of her tongue dragging from his collarbone to his earlobe, where she nipped it lightly with her teeth. 

“Please,” he insisted, his grip tightening on her as he shuddered, the cool air blowing against the wet path of saliva on his skin heightening his growing desire. 

“Bruno!¿Dónde estás, mijo?” Alma’s voice rang through the first floor near them. 

           The couple immediately pulled away from each other, Bruno jumping out of the hammock, expecting to find his mother standing over them, staring harshly at her youngest so intimately intertwined with his novia. Thankfully, she wasn’t, but that didn’t keep Bruno’s anxiety from spiking at the idea. 

“Uh, uh, aquì, mamá,” he called back, nervously shifting side to side as he waited for his mother to find them. 

“Ah, there you are, mi vida, oh Mila, hello to you too, mijita,” she greeted the pair, “Brunito, can you please start setting the table? Mila, will you help him, por favor? Pepa and Felix should be on their way back, dinner will be ready soon,” she explained, patting both of them on the cheek affectionately. 

“Claro, mamá,” he nodded, nervously twiddling his fingers. 

         Once she had left them, Bruno turned to Mila with a knowing look. She rolled her eyes at him with a shake of her head, grabbing his hand and leading the way to the dining room. 

“You can’t tell me I’m wrong, you saw how quickly her tone changed,” he said as they continued down a hallway. 

“No matter what you say, it’s not true. She’s only being polite, that’s it,” she huffed.

            Bruno had constantly told Mila during their time together that his mother was only being nicer to him because of his connection to you. While Alma did not view Mila or her family as more special than the next family in the Encanto, the fact that Mila so wholeheartedly cared for her son and brought out the best in him seemed to have an effect on her usual judgemental gaze and unspoken high standards.

“Amor, if I had never met you, she would still be as cold and judgemental as the day I had my first bad vision,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. 

“She’s your mother, amor, I highly doubt her behavior is out of spite,” she said, gently poking him in the side with her free hand. 

“Ask Hernando next time, he’ll agree with me, for once,” Bruno muttered just as they entered the dining room.

They could hear Julie in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooked. Casita had already started setting the table, rolling plates into their necessary places. Mila went into the kitchen, greeting Julie brightly as she collected utensils and glasses. Bruno trudged behind Mila, trailing after her as they finished, helping Julie set the various dishes on the table after. 

          Sitting next to Bruno, the meal began as normal. Easy chatter about the day and any eventful happenings around the village. Bruno was mostly quiet, only speaking up when asked about something. Mila noticed Alma’s focused gaze on Julie, Augustin eating significantly less than normal beside her as he fidgets with his wine glass. 

“Everything alright, amor?” Julie asked, noticing his strange behavior. 

“Uh, actually, amor, I, uh, I have something to say, uh, to ask, I mean,” he said, slowly standing, pushing his chair back enough to give him room to kneel down. 

          Although they were already aware, Mila still acted surprised. Augustin proposed in a romantic, yet clumsy way, almost bumping into the table and knocking over the glasses. The family surrounded the newly engaged couple, but Mila noticed how Bruno was quick with his congratulations before darting into the kitchen after the meal. No one else seemed to notice, too caught up in the talk of a wedding. After a final few words of encouragement and congratulations, Mila went in search of her novio. Thankfully, she didn’t have to look far, finding him sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of guaro and talking to two of his rats. 

“Mi amorcito, you’ve been acting strange all day, are you sure nothing is bothering you?” she cooed, coming up to stop in the space between his legs, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. 

“I’m fine,” he sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes.

“Bruno, please talk to me, I want to help if I can,” she pleaded, hating the lack of mirth in his usually bright eyes. 

“I’m just…ugh,” he groaned, frustrated and at a loss for words. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair, caressing his jaw and forcing his head up to meet her eyes, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just want to help you feel better,” she insisted, kissing his forehead softly, then his nose and finally grazing her lips against his briefly. 

“C-can we just go upstairs…and cuddle?” he asked timidly, ducking his head in slight embarrassment. 

“That sounds like a perfect idea, there’s yerba in your desk from a couple days ago, maybe smoking might help you relax,” she nodded, taking the cup in his hand and setting it aside.

           She took his hands, lacing their fingers before leading them upstairs. Bruno was so hyper focused on her skin against his own that he didn’t realize they stood in his bedroom until she was pulling him into his bed, still made from this morning, to settle in the center of the full-size mattress. He felt his nerves begin to rise, a buzzing energy radiating from his stomach out to his fingertips. Laying back, he attempted to take a deep breath, curling his arm around Mila as she curled into his side, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. She wrapped her arm around his torso, her leg curling around his own, her knee hooked loosely around his opposite thigh. 

“Should we smoke or do you want to wait until everyone goes to bed?” she asks softly, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Probably after they go to bed,” he responded, still sounding a little dazed as he felt her nod against his jaw. 

“I love you,” she said softly, littering gentle kisses along his neck.

“I-I…I love you too,” he responded, turning slightly towards her and curling his arm around her a little tighter. 

          They laid in silence for a long while, enveloped in the comforting warmth of the bed and each other’s touch. At one point, Bruno wondered if she had fallen asleep. Her occasional head shift or brush of her lips against his jaw alerted him to her still being awake. When an unknown amount of time had passed, Bruno withdrew from her arms and retrieved the supplies from his desk. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he clumsily loaded a bowl of yerba, his fingers slightly trembling as he attempted to do as he had seen her do before. 

“Where did you leave the wine?” he asked softly once he’d successfully packed the ground herb into the bowl.

“Right…here!” she giggled, digging around in his bedside drawer until she pulled out an unlabeled black bottle. 

          He struck a match and took the first hit, inhaling slowly as Mila uncorked the bottle, taking a tentative swig, holding the wine in her mouth just a bit longer than normal to evaluate the test. Bruno exhaled a shaky breath, trying his hardest not to cough too much as he waited for her verdict. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched her contemplate and evaluate the bottle. She bit her lower lip as she thought, taking another smaller drink, just enough to coat her tongue. Bruno took a second hit from the pipe, now simply admiring her features. 

“It’s…okay…could be better,” she shrugged, offering him the bottle as he passed her the pipe. 

          As they smoked and drank, the quietness of the night began to envelope them in a fuzzy haze. Bruno slowly inched closer to her, and she did the same, both trying to be subtle in their desire for touch. The bottle, almost half empty, was set next to the pipe on his bedside table. Mila’s hands gripped his sleeve and pulled him closer, her body heat radiating through both their clothes.

“Bruno…mi amor,” she spoke softly, her alluring gaze focused on his reaction.

            Bruno felt his mind racing, trying to take in everything that was happening while under the influence of two very relaxing vices.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulders for a bit?” she asked, her hand skimming down his sleeve to rest over his fingers. 

He nodded, his throat dry and breath taken by the suggestiveness of her question 

“You’ve been… so tense today, amor,” she continued, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed while facing the wall, “maybe I could…help ease some of your stress,” she suggested, moving to kneel behind him, her hands ghosting over his sleeves and shoulders and into his hair to scratch soft circles into his scalp. 

          Bruno sighed in content, consumed by the pure bliss that came from her nails scratching his scalp just enough to feel almost euphoric. He felt her lips brush the side of his neck, her hands moving down from his scalp to his chest, her nails lightly scratching the fabric of his shirt. Leaning further into her, Bruno could feel the growing desire between his legs, the familiar fire heightening his senses to every touch she gave him. 

          She gripped his shoulders, massaging the muscles with her fingertips. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the deep end of his growing lust. The sudden realization that he was  feeling her chest brushing against his back had him tensing briefly before he relaxed again as she cooed sweetly in his ear, her lips nipping his earlobe as she continued to work out the tension in his shoulder blades. He exhaled a shaky breath, his body too warm for his own comfort as he felt his nerves begin to build in his legs and travel up, mixing chaotically with his desire. 

“Te amo,” she said against the shell of his ear, her mouth dropping to graze his jaw and then his neck. 

“T-te amo,” he repeated, his hands beginning to tremble slightly as she slipped her hands under his shirt, her skin soft on his shoulders. 

“Do you want me to stop, papí?” she asked him, her voice low and alluring as she stroked his skin under his shirt.

Bruno swore under his breath, his eyes closing and a hard shiver ran down his spine at the term and the sensation of her nails lightly scratching along his chest. She dragged her nails up and out of his shirt, her fingers lightly skimming his arms. He itched to touch her too, to feel her skin and hear her pretty sounds. 

“Bruno?” she asked, a hint of concern laced in her tone when he didn’t respond to her.

“N-no, don’t stop…please,” he said quickly, turning to meet her eyes. 

She smirked, amused and just as eager to jump on him and submit to the growing sexual tension in the room. At the same time, Bruno was not like Hernando. He was much more hesitant and easily overwhelmed. She considered her next move carefully, not wanting to move faster than he was comfortable with, but also incredibly desperate to feel him where she ached. 

“Do you want to touch me, amor?” she asked softly, reaching for his hand, resting her own over it.

Bruno nods mutely, raising a shaking hand to her hip, where he grips the fabric at first and then relaxes his hand to spread his fingers and palm over the curve of her side. She waits. His fingers poke under the fabric and he softly gasps at the feeling of her warmth. As a signal of her approval, she began playing with his hair, running her fingers through the ends at the nape of his neck as he continued to get comfortable with touching so intimately. 

“Do you want to take it off?” she asks as softly as before, raising both her arms to link around his neck as he meets her eyes. 

He looks absolutely stunned, like she’d just spoken a foreign language to him. Leaning closer, she ghosts her lips over his, curious to see if he would take the initiative to continue. He shudders, his grip becoming firmer as she begins to pull back. 

“W-want to make you feel good,” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes wide and nervous, but his hands begin to work the laces and buttons of her clothing until she’s able to easily slip the material off. 

“I want to make you feel good too,” she purrs, laying back on the mattress, stretching provocatively just to entice him a little more, reaching a hand out to him. 

Bruno feels like he might faint with how little air he’s taking in as she lays out for him, presenting her nearly bare form so elegantly, so…erotically. He skims his fingertips up from her knee, along her thigh, over her chest and comes to a stop at her jaw, cupping her cheek and leaning over her for a heated kiss. 

The surprise was evident from her soft gasp. Bruno’s touch was so different, even though he and Hernando shared the same hands. He moved like he was scared to break her, like he was appreciating each brush of skin. He kissed her so fervently, like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. He made a small noise when she brought her hand up to grip his curls and tug. Pulling back, she watches his nervous gaze move across her face and down to her chest where he attempts to not let his eyes linger too long by glancing frantically around her body at the sheets. 

“You can look, osito,” she chuckled softly, her tone sweet and warm, “you can touch too,” she added, batting her lashes and gently biting her lower lip. 

“Me tragó,” he murmurs, looking straight into her eyes, his own slightly glowing in the dimly lit room. 

          Raising a shaking hand to her thigh again, he feels along her leg a bit more firmly than the first time. Exhaling softly, she closes her eyes and enjoys his gentle touches and caresses. Bruno seemed absolutely content to just drag his fingers over her skin, appreciating each curve and dip. She feels him hesitate when his hand inches up to her hip, nearing the last article of clothing on her. His throat is dry as he tries to swallow his nerves. He can feel her eyes on him, waiting patiently for his next move. 

“I, uh, I’m…” he gulps, glancing up at her briefly, “I…I don’t want to…mess up,” he admits quietly, beginning to retract his hand as his nerves get the best of him.

“Nothing you do could mess this up, mi amor,” she soothes him, taking his hand back and holding it to her hip, tugging on his arm until he crawls over her, adjusting his knees on either side of her figure as he looks down at her, “just do what feels natural, we don’t have to do everything in one night,” she added, bringing her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a slow and intense kiss. 

Bruno groans, completely submitting to his desire. “I love you,” he mumbles against her mouth, inhaling sharply when her thigh brushes his crotch, “aye…fuck, I love you,” he groans when she does it again. 

“I love you too, mi amor,” she giggles, slipping her hands under his shirt and pulling it up slightly, waiting to see how he would react. 

Bruno kneeled upright for a moment to yank the fabric over his head. His hair becomes ruffled slightly by the force of his actions. His eyes scan her whole figure, attempting to carve her image into his mind forever. 

“Ven, papí,” she purrs, tugging on the waistband of his pants until he resumes his original position, lowering his head to kiss her eagerly.

Whatever Bruno originally expected for the evening was not even close to experiencing the real thing. She showed him bodily pleasures he never knew possible, taking his length into her mouth and working him until he was a gasping, writhing mess under her. He tried to tell her he was going to come, hoping she would stop to prolong their activities, but it only seemed to encourage her to increase her speed and intensity. He came hard with a breathy moan, feeling her tongue lapping at his head as she cleaned him of his release, her hand working the rest of him the entire time. 

“I…I’m sorry f-.”

“Don’t you dare, Bruno,” she cut him off, digging her nails into his thigh slightly to emphasize her point with a playful glare, “Don’t apologize, I did it on purpose because I wanted to make you feel good,” she insisted, leaning down to kiss up his abdomen, over his chest and finally along his neck and collarbone until she reached his mouth. 

“I…I wanted to…mph,” he gasped, feeling her legs settle on either side of him, her covered core grazing his sensitive cock. 

“I know, amor,” she grins, her eyes telling him she knew exactly what he was about to say, that he wanted to make her feel good too, that he wanted to show her the same affection, “how would you like me?” she asked softly, littering a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. 

Bruno swore, his hands gripping her sides and tightening as she brushed her core against him again. “I, uh, I want to taste you, p-please, mi vida, I need to,” he insisted desperately, looking up at her as she pulled back and grinned, sliding off his lap and settling comfortably on her back.

“Like this?” she asks, slightly spreading her legs to allow him room.

“S-so beautiful,” he said to himself, getting comfortable between her legs as he laid on his stomach, looking over the details of her panties.

He brushed his thumb over the fabric experimentally, gauging her reaction. She sighed, slowly closing her eyes and settling deeper into the pillows. Drawing small circles at first, he experimented with pressure, noticing the effects it had on her. When she began to squirm and breathe heavily, he tentatively hooking a finger on the fabric and pulled it aside, exposing her sex to the warm air and his hungry gaze. 

“Ay, qué rico,” Bruno groans, nipping at her inner thigh to keep from burying his face in her folds like every instinct in his body was screaming at him to do. 

“Por favor, Bruno,” she sighs, pushing down on the waistband of her panties for emphasis.

He manages to slip them off, dropping them near her dress on the floor. Watching her face, he leans in, poking his tongue out for a quick lick up her clit. She gasps softly, her hips twitching in anticipation. Attempting another short lick, he begins to establish something of a rhythm. Her sounds only fueled his confidence as he began to flatten his tongue against her, using his mouth to suck and kiss at her folds. 

“Ah! Like that,” she gasps, her hand coming down to tightly grip his curls as he repeats his actions again and again until she’s practically grinding her core into his wanting mouth, “J-just like that, aye, Bruno, sí, papí,” she cries, a broken moan following shortly after as her thighs clamp tightly around his head as she finds her release. 

Without realizing it, Bruno felt a shudder run down his spine. When he slowed his movements on her, he realized he had begun to grind into the mattress, rutting into his sheets until he came again, shortly after her. She’s panting above him, her body coated in a light layer of sweat. Sitting up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his pupils blown as he looks down at his softening cock, a few dribbles of his cum at the tip, the rest absorbed into the sheets where a dark spot had formed. 

“T-that…that was amazing,” she giggles once she catches her breath, “you…you are amazing,” she added. 

Sitting up quickly, she reaches for him, tugging him towards her by the wrist until she can kiss him eagerly, her tongue swiping along his lips to taste herself. Bruno whines against her softly, her legs accidentally brushing his sensitive head. 

“How do you feel, amor?” she asks softly, stroking his cheek as she looks at his dark eyes. 

“I’ve never been happier,” he admitted, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug, their skin-to-skin contact calming his racing heart. 

“I love you,” she says softly in his ear, kissing his cheek and guiding the both of them to rest under the sheets once they had both cooled down. 

          One would think Bruno would be out almost immediately, but his mind was racing with thoughts and reflections as they laid in the stillness. He would randomly tighten and loosen his grip on her sides under the sheets when his mind began to drift to recalling their activities. She had fallen asleep not long ago, cuddled into his side, nuzzling his neck occasionally. 

Tan travieso, Brunito…

          Hernando’s snarky teasing between his jumping thoughts was not helping either. He’d been fairly quiet lately, but in the late night, when sleep escaped him, Bruno often had Hernando’s company to keep him occupied, much to his dismay. 

“Cállate,” Bruno grumbled, glancing down to make sure he didn’t disturb his lover. 

Now that you’ve had a taste, you’ll never be satisfied, trust me…

“Enough, Nando,” he huffed, squeezing his eyes shut in annoyance. 

“What’s he telling you?” she mumbled softly, making him jump in surprise.

“M-mi estrella, did I wake you?” he asked, glancing down to find her sleepy gaze already on him. 

“He talks to you a lot when you’re alone, doesn’t he?” she questioned softly, ignoring his question as she lifted her head to better hold his gaze. 

Bruno hesitated. “When I can’t sleep, mostly,” he admitted, unsure of how much to disclose about his dynamics with Hernando. 

“What kinds of things does he say to you?” she asks, running her fingers along his jaw and down the nape of his neck in a soothing manner.

“Mostly sarcastic comments,” Bruno shrugs, his gaze dropping to her collarbone.

“Hmm, what else?” 

“S-sometimes, I guess he says things that are…unnecessary and, uh, mean…” he admits, now looking everywhere but at her.

“Do you ever say anything to him when he’s…out and about?” she questions. 

He shakes his head. 

“What usually helps you sleep, amor? How can I be helpful?” she asks him, placing her hand on his cheek. 

“Just having you to hold is enough to help calm my racing thoughts,” he sighs, settling deeper into his pillow and pulling her to lay with him.

“Goodnight, amor,” she yawns, kissing his chest before slipping back into sleep easily. 

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Two more lonely people Part 18

NSFW 18+

Summary: “no matter what happens, I love you”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, violence, blood, alcohol, death, injury, trauma, some smut, oral (f).  any others let me know please.

Word count: 2828

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It’s hard to hide the fact that inside you’re freaking out. What if Evaline was telling the truth? She lied about other things, why wouldn’t she throw in a curveball and tell the truth. She’d do anything to get what she came for right?

“When will we know?” Alma asks, looking to you by the doorway as she rubs her son’s shoulders, trying to comfort him while he eats another of Julieta’s arepas. The bite wound is gone from his skin, no signs of scarring like what covers your arm, just some blood soaking into his shirt and some holes in the cloth.

You brought him back to casita, a bleeding dizzy mess, barely able to stand and everyone was already waiting for you. Julieta was already making food to heal both you and Bruno. Dolores had heard everything, your conversation with Bruno, the confrontation, the fight, right down to your limp as you supported Bruno’s weight all the way home.

His sisters and mother were horrified at the sight of the blood coating his clothes, still seeping from the wound. A storm cloud formed above Pepa’s head instantly, soaking her clothes and showing everyone how she feels. Julieta practically shoved an arepa in each of your mouths the moment you walked through the door, watching eagerly for the healing to work. Felix had ushered Antonio to his room so he couldn’t see the brutal sight and though their parents tried, they couldn’t get Mirabel or Camilo to go to their rooms.

“Umm, a month.” you sigh sliding your hand through your hair as you try to breath even, tears prickling your eyes. “He um… He won’t be able to shift until his first full moon. Nothing will change about him till then.” You tell them. The guilt inside you feels like it’s burning you up, destroying you on the inside. This is all your fault. His whole family is here, worrying for him and you feel like the cause of their distress. “I’m so fucking sorry. This is all my fault.” You sob.

“No, mi vida.” Bruno says, rising from his seat and pulling away from his mother to wrap you in his arms, finally strong enough to move again. “This isn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” He whispers as he kisses your temple, his chin scruff scratching your cheek. As much as you love him and want to believe him, you can’t stop. Your mind keeps trying to come up with ways you could have stopped Matt from biting Bruno and each time it deepens the belief that you failed him.

“What are you gonna do if she was telling the truth?” Camilo asks from his spot, sitting on the window frame.

“we’ll have to take precautions.” You sigh “maybe shifting in the tower, blockade the door… maybe even in the vision cave itself…”

“wh-what about y-you?” Bruno asks, trying to push through the anxiety rising in him. you can tell each time he thinks about the worst-case scenario ‘cause his heart rate picks up, his blood pressure rising each time.

“I will be with you” you cup his cheek, pressing your forehead to his “every step of the way.”

“at least I’ll be in good hands then... or paws” he smiles, the little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more prominent at his amusement.

“funny” you huff, giving him a small smile despite the negative thoughts in your mind.

“Tio Bruno” Mirabel says, trying to get her uncle’s attention. “Why don’t you use your ability? Look into the future and see what’s gonna happen?”

“I uh di-didn’t think of it, years of not using it I suppose. I’ll get right on that.” He tells her, fiddling with your fingers in his hand as he looks to the ground by his feet. You notice his heartbeat change a tiny bit; the lie obvious only to you. “I um... I wanna rest for a bit…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ll do it later and tell you what I see at dinner.” Another lie. “we’ll be down later, just need to talk about a few things.”

You snatch the plate of arepas and wave goodbye to your friends as Bruno leads you out of the room, practically dragging you up the steps and onto the platform. He takes the plate from your hand the moment you reach his bedroom, placing it of the little table beside the door.

His hands are on your before you even have the chance to pout about wanting to eat the arepas. He pulls you tight to his body, his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. One of his hands slides down, squeezing your butt in a firm grip, and the other pressing the middle of your back, holding you to him.

You want to pull back and make sure he’s okay, this action unusual for him, but you also never want him to stop. His kiss is making to breathless, and his touch is making you wet, squeezing your butt and slowly pulling your skirts up as he tries to get his hand under them.

“Are you okay mi amor?” you ask, smiling but watching him with worry as he finally pulls back for a breath of air.

“Si, I just…” he smiles, staring at you with what you can only call love. His eyes seem to take in each of your features one by one, cementing them into his memories once more. “I need you. There are so many thoughts going through my head right now, I need something to ground me or at least distract me f-for a bit.”

“Oh well if that’s the case. Whatever you need” You grin leaning forward pressing your mouth back to his, the rush from before simmering just below the surface. You grip the edges of his ruana tight, running your tongue along the seam of his lips, begging for entry. He moans into your mouth as he lifts your thighs around his waist, pinning your back to the door. He sucks and nibbles on your tongue and lips, kissing his way along your jaw and down your neck to your collar bone, leaving you a breathless mess as he grinds into you.

He's not normally one to take control, usually a blushing moaning mess, pliable to your every wish. He loves having you in control.

He holds you tight, transferring you to the plush bed with a heavy puff of the duvet. He whispers apologies into your skin for being rough as pushes your skirts up, kissing his way up the inside of your thighs. His desperation sets a fire I your belly and you’re already soaking wet as he hooks his fingers in your underwear, dragging them down.

Threading your fingers through his salt and pepper curls, you gasp as his lips wrap around your clit. He teases you with the tip of his tongue, swirling tiny circles as his scruffy chin hair scratches lightly against your folds. As he teases you, the urge to hold him there and grind on his face rises in you, making you grip his hair tighter much to his delight.

You want him to keep control though, to see where he goes with it. you taught him what you enjoy in great detail, making him blush with each word of praise as he got it right. Clearly, he’s using a couple of those lessons as he spreads your folds with his slender fingers and laps his tongue through the moisture. His moans are muffled in your heat as he presses his tongue into you, his free hand gripping your thigh tight, holding you against his face. He's drinking you in like a man starved and desperate, sucking on the sensitive flesh till you’re moaning gibberish.

You’re an exhausted mess by the time he’s finished with you, taking what he needs after he’s pushed you through your first orgasm. He filled you with his cock, his face buried in your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. You came a second time with him inside you, your pussy gripping  him tight as he spilled inside you, his mouth open and brow furrowed as he moaned into your skin.

You enjoyed every minute; you just hope he’ll tell you what’s wrong when he gets back from the bathroom.

~~~~~

Bruno’s POV

Part of him wanted this, he’d be lying if he said otherwise. He wanted to be like her, to see what she sees, to spend every full moon by her side. he wanted to feel it all and be exactly what she needs. And now he just might, but if what Evaline said is true, it’s gonna come at a massive price. Now he hopes that Julieta’s cooking worked.

With all the shock and stress of it his mind focused on one thing. If what Evaline was saying is true maybe the other part is too. If he is now like [Y/N], he can get her pregnant, make a child and a life with her. It made sense. Months of unprotected sex and not even a scare? The thought of her baring had driven him mad and the moment he had enough blood back in his veins he was hard, making him painfully aware how much that turned him on. He was silently hoping for months that maybe he hadn’t missed his chance.

It was like a hunger overcame him, desperate and greedy, and although she seemed concerned, she wasn’t complaining.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind now?” she asks when he finally stepped out from the bathroom. She’s laying on her side, her head propped up on her hand and her skirt riding high up her thigh. “And why you lied to your family about looking into the future?”

“I couldn’t help you… seeing that in the vision didn’t help.” He admits as he collapses beside her. The vision showed her angry with them, but it didn’t show him bleeding out beneath her or her fighting for their lives, for his life. All it did was create anxiety and, in the end, didn’t even help. “When you told me not to do a vision for you, you were right.” He’s not ready yet to tell her the other thing on his mind, that part of him wants a child with her.

“obviously” she smiles at him, cupping his cheek, scratching her fingers through his scruff. “That doesn’t mean that in certain circumstances it’s not useful.”

“You think I should look?” he asks. He feels exhausted, can practically feel the familiar bags under his eyes, so he’s not even sure he actually has the strength to do a vision.

“it’s entirely up to you, mi amor. I’m not gonna tell you when you should or shouldn’t use your gift” fuck he loves her. There are times where he just can’t wrap his head around it. How’d he become the one blessed with her love and affection. No matter what his decision, she’ll be with him.

“I won’t. I want to live the rest of this month free of the burden the next full moon may bring.”

“Fine by me” she smiles, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

~~~~~

Dolores’s POV

Dolores heard her friend leave casita again a few hours after the attack by the river and has been keeping an ear on her since. [Y/N] called out saying she was heading to check on her mother, making sure Dolores knew where she was going. She listened as her friend walked all the way to her home by the market.

It’s always made her smile whenever [Y/N] would do that, telling her something even when she’s on the other side of town. whenever she needed comfort or a distraction from the sounds she didn’t want to hear, she focused on her friend or Mariano. Hearing them out there, living their lives, eases her mind and brings her peace.

‘I’m leaving you and we’re leaving Encanto’ Dolores hears Evaline say, a ruffling sound of clothes being hastily shoved into a suitcase accompanying her voice.

‘wha? Yo-you’re leaving me?’ [Y/N]’s father Liam slurs, already drunk even though it’s barely passed two pm. ‘why?! Evaline, you will fucking explain yourself now!’ he shouts as he grabs a hold of his wife’s arms, making Dolores jump.

‘Something happened…’ she sobs ‘we can’t be together… I can’t it’s too much!’ she cries.

‘Tell me woman!’

‘Your… Your daughter bit us… me and Matty…’ she lies, crying crocodile tears. Dolores’ heart pounds at the thought of what this woman saying, spinning a tale to manipulate. What will she gain from telling such falsehoods? ‘I tried to hide it from you… bu-but when I asked her why… she said she wants to ruin your life for what you did’ The man is silent, but Dolores can hear his feet stumble back in shock. ‘She hates you so much and she wouldn’t even tell me why… what are you doing?’

‘What I should have when she was a child.’ The man practically growls, slamming a door and stomping along the wooden floor. ‘Killing the bitch’

Dolores is on her feet in a flash, racing from her room and into Isabela’s, not even knocking before barging in.

“Isa! You need to get into town now!”

“What? why?” her cousin asks, turning away from her statue made of carnivorous plants.

“[Y/N’s dad is going to kill her.”

~~~~~

[Y/N]’s POV

You hum as you fold the laundry and place it all in the basket, pulling each piece one by one from the line to take in. Your mother had to pop to the market before they pack up, having forgotten something when she went earlier. You’re always happy to help her when she needs it. 

Sudden pain erupts in your skull as you’re knocked to the ground. Your vision is blurry, and you can’t think straight as you try to focus on the person standing over you, what kinda looks like a thick branch in their hand.

“You really hated me this much?” your father angry voice meets your ear as you try to shake away the disorientation. “I never thought you the type to be cruel.” He growls.

“I d… I don’t know what you’re ta-talking about.” You try to say, slurring and stuttering, unable to form coherent thoughts.

“You think you can lie to me now you little bitch?” he shouts, grabbing the front of your dress and slapping you across the face. “I knew you were a monster the moment you turned the first time.” He sneers.

“I didn’t do anything!” you cry, trying to push him away to no avail. The impact to your head was too strong.

“You turned Evaline and Matt to hurt me!”

“I didn’t” you try to shake your head only to make your mind spin more. “She was werewolf before I was even b-born. He was born a werewolf…”

“Stop lying!” he screams, dropping you with a thud as he looks around the small yard. His eyes focus on an object by the wall and his wrathful frown turns into a sadistic grin as he steps over to it. he lifts it with emphasise, staring up at the three prongs on the end with bloodlust in his eyes.

“No. please” you beg, trying to pull yourself away from him. once again, you’re seeing the monster you thought you’d escaped, the same scent of alcohol wafting around him. “I didn’t”

“This town, hell this world would be better off without a monster like you in it” he stalks toward you, the pitchfork tight in his anger filled grip. “I’m doing everyone a favour” he snarls, pointing the prongs down at you and holding it high above his head. “I should have done this years ago”

You see the flash in his eyes as he’s about to force the weapon down into you. The look of pure hatred. You close your eyes and wait for the pain, but it never comes.

Your eyes blink open to see shock on his face, his grip around the pitchfork loosening. Blood seeps into his shirt around a sharp vine speared through his chest, getting longer and longer as it’s forced through his body.

You glance to the back door of your home to see Isabela, her eyes wide with horror and her hand up as she controls the vine killing your father. As soon as she releases it, sending it back into the earth, the man collapses to the ground beside you. The monster that has haunted your dreams for years is finally dead.

“Isa” you whisper as she races to your side, lifting you into her lap and holding you close as she cries into your hair.

“it’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” she mumbles in your hair over and over. “Mi mama is coming, everyone is coming”

A/N: for the person who thought her dad would be pissed about being manipulated. Didn’t remember all of Bruno’s visions, eh? Two more chapters! We’re almost done! Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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Your smutty of Felix and Pepa are so spicy 🥵 I tried so hard not to scream at every sentences lol

Idk if you take requests but i’d like to ask for one smutty when Felix and Pepa have a long argument. They fight all day and it gets worse and they get angrier and angrier and finally make up s*x while both are still angry.

I know he loves his wife and won’t do anything to make her mad but I think he will so hot when he is mad. His voice is sexy. And Pepa too

One, thank you! It's SO great to hear of anyone liking the smut I write. Two, I'm actually in the middle of an ask KINDA like this, but it's honestly very one sided on Pepa's end. So, let's get some mad Félix to go with a mad Pepa ;)

"I can't BELIEVE you!!! You hurt MY baby?!"

"I tapped him on his butt, you act like I brought out my whole belt!"

Camilo and Dolores watched uncomfortably as their parents fought. They bickered here and there, but this was so bad of a yelling match, they had to have Bruno take Antonio out of the room.

"You might as well have! You HIT OUR SON!"

"I PATTED his butt! He wouldn't LISTEN! I told him if his animals keep making messes in the house, they need to stay outside!"

"OH SO YOU THINK YOU GET TO HIT HIM?! NO ONE HITS M Y SON!!!"

You ever see a man yell furiously against a hurricane/thunderstorm? Well now you have. He didn't hesitate to raise his voice at her, returning a glare her way. This man had balls the size of watermelons, honestly.

"Again, Pepi. I TAPPED HIS BUTT. THAT'S IT. MY mamá spanked me twice as hard, it's how I was raised!"

"Then your mamá was STUPID!"

"You leave my Mami out if this, that woman was a saint!"

"Your Mami got more plowed than her entire field, and I doubt there was only ONE kind of fertilizer in HER SOIL!!"

They had gathered a crowd at this point. Camilo was standing there, eating arepas, Dolores was still watching, hands over her ears, and even Pepa's siblings were watching uncomfortably. Félix gasped in horror over her words, before pointing at her with his finger. He was JUST as pissed off as she was, his voice booming just as loud as her thunder.

"You do not disrespect MY mamà like that! Especially not over an argument like this! And let me remind you, Pepa, this is OUR son, not YOURS! It's a partnership! If you do not discipline your child, he ends up like HIM!"

Félix motioned to Camilo, who shrugged.

"What? I turned out great!"

Félix didn't even flinch as thunder SMASHED the floor next to him. Didn't back down as her glare worsened.

"Camilo is a WONDERFUL son!"

"I love ALL my babies, Pepa, and I'd die for any of them, but you can't stand there and tell me he's not KINDA a little shit."

Camilo opened his mouth to protest, before shrugging.

"Can't even argue with that, honestly."

Pepa was about to scream in defense of her son, when he noticed Julieta in the crowd. She growled at him, before trying to turn around.

"I'm not talking about this with you in front of everyone!"

"What difference does it make?! You're angry aren't you?!"

Pepa turned sharply, face wrinkling as she snarled something fierce.

"I'm. Not. Arguing. In front of 'Señorita perfecta Julieta'. SHE doesn't have to argue with Augustín about HITTING THEIR CHILDREN."

"Bueno vete a SU cama entonces!"

Did he regret it as soon as he said it? Absolutely. And she clearly was angry just as well, given the way she grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him to follow her. You'd think they'd wait until they got upstairs. No such luck. They yelled, they bickered, they swore, only taking a pause for Félix to slam their door so hard, it even made Pepa jump for a second. But she didn't let that phase her as she continued to glare at him.

"I can't believe it, you're sitting here, telling me hitting my son is a good thing!"

"'Tapping' 'our' son, you can't control the weather but you can control your ears!!"

He swore she was trying to intimidate him to shutting up, given the way she loomed over him. But he didn't care. He stood his ground until their foreheads touched. He could feel her hot breath against his soaked face, and it made his heart rush something fierce.

"Are you making fun of my ears?!"

"I'm telling you, your selective hearing is SO fucking bad, Julieta's cooking can't fix it!"

"I HAVE to be selective! I'd pull out ALL my hair if I had to listen to ALL your shit!"

He didn't hesitate to jab his finger in her chest, and she looked almost offended by the touch.

"I tell you the TRUTH! You think I talk just for the fun of it? No, I talk because I HAVE to! Because YOU need to listen!"

"THAT'S your problem- it's always what YOU think we have to do! You ever think maybe, just maybe, your WIFE has something to say?!"

"I am the MAN in this side of the family, Pepa!!"

"Oh, eres tu?!"

"That's right! I AM!"

They glared at each other. Their hair whipping wildly from the equally angry storm around them. She was pissed, he was pissed, and it looked as if they were about to have a full on brawl.

Then Pepa picked up this stupid little man by her shirt, and kissed him. He returned the kiss fervently, pushing his tongue in her mouth with a swear under his breath. Félix had somehow pushed her back and onto bed, peering over her, and starting to angrily take off his shirt.

"I'm going to MAKE you listen to me-you want to see the man of the house? I'll SHOW you the man of the house."

"You're a horrible, rude, loud, STUPID man."

She was seething as she practically yanked his belt and pants off of him. He couldn't believe he was hard already, JUST from making such a public display.

"Like YOU'RE so quiet, Pepita. Look at you,"

He shoved his huge thumbs onto her mouth, holding them open as if he was inspecting a horse's mouth. She squirmed, growling at him in her anger. But she didn't bite. No, she just wanted to feel fury, to feel passion (quite literally) whirlwind around them alongside anger. He kept his fingers in her mouth, making such a display of keeping it open.

"This mouth never STOPS. Never stops talking, never stops YELLING. Unless I make it stop. Look at you, no decir mierda."

The glare in her eyes was to die for. He pressed his full frame against her, as if trying to intimidate her. His cock was pressed up against her bare, wet cunt (when did her clothes come off? He had no idea, everything was just a whirlwind right now), and he felt her teeth at his skin. She WANTED to bite him. Wanted to light him up like a match and set her loins on fire. And while he normally liked to tease, he was too goddamn angry to NOT let out some frustration. So, he slid himself in, fighting against his natural instinct to not praise her on how good she felt.

"Go on, say something. You were saying so much a second ago!"

He was already bucking his hips into her, and somehow, the action of her getting that perfect cock was only making her angrier. He could feel the thunder crackle, making her baby hairs stand up from it's pull. He pulled his hands out of her mouth, only to bury one deep into her wild, red hair, and use the other one to smack her cheek. Nothing too hard, even in anger he wouldn't seriously hurt his Pepa. It was just enough for her to feel humiliated. For her to be put into her place.

"What? Can't speak? Is it because tu hombre is fucking you?"

She was fighting back actual whimpers as he kept thrusting into her. She was trying so hard to regain some control, but he was making it so difficult, literally fucking some sense into her. This whole time, her nails dug into his arms, without remorse. It left big marks in her wake, and it hurt like a bitch. But he loved it. His wife was a fighter, stubborn as an ox, pretty as a fox, with the ferocity of any wild cat you could ever see.

And he was about to make her cum.

He could tell from the absolute tornado of feelings she having, all represented in gusts of wind, rain, thunder, and so much humidity, her hair was clinging to her sticky, flushed face. How she managed to yell at him still, he had no idea.

"You're TERRIBLE! Eres grande y estúpido y fuerte!"

He heard the loud sound of skin on hot, wet skin, somehow, above her oh so angry yelling. She tried to meet his gaze, their own little game of chicken, before she broke it, arching her back and crying out as she came. And it felt SO good, still ramming his thick cock into her as she cried such foul, mean names towards him. The second she finished cumming, he pulled out of her, and reached over to grab his belt. He bunched it up in his hands, and, somehow timing it PERFECTLY with Pepa's thunder, slammed it against their nightstand, only amplifying the sound. He looked at her with a stern, furrowed brow, and spoke to her in a tone that was as serious as they came.

"Turn around. Culo arriba. Now."

Oh that made her shake. And he could tell she got some sick enjoyment out of being ordered like that. But Pepa always liked things the hard way.

"Make me, you-!"

He didn't let her finish as he effortlessly MADE her turn around, and flop to her stomach. He pushed her ass up, and he swore he saw her twitch at such abuse of his power. She LOVED it when he threw his strength around, really showing her how much of a man he was.

"Stop. Talking. Listen to your FUCKING man. Unless it's for your man to fuck you harder, I don't want to hear it. ¿Entiendes, cariño?"

He said it mockingly, as if he didn't mean the affectionate title. He let his cock smack against her wetness, before plunging himself back in fully. He heard her groan under him as he leaned over her (she LOVED feeling how heavy he was. It was why he couldn't sleep on top of her without her getting frisky), and strapping that belt tightly around her neck. You'd think, after the many times they'd use this thing, they'd grow tired of using it. But not Pepa. Not when she knew that belt was worn by him every day, not when she'd seen him take it off and put it on every day, not when she knew first hand that he made that belt with his own big, strong hands. No, this thing STILL turned her on, and was possibly her favorite toy (though that one vibrator might be a close second). She turned to gaze at him, and for a moment, his heart turned to putty. She was giving him such a pitiful, soft look.

"Félix?"

"Si, Pepi?"

He let her fix herself so their faces could meet, and for a second, he thought she was going to be mature. To apologize and maybe they could finish this sweetly. Then she, quite literally, spat her words in his face.

"No eres hombre. You're a FUCKING PUSSY."

Oh that was it. That was absolutely fucking it. He yanked at her leash, making a gurgle bubble in her throat, before his thick, throbbing cock, started to absolutely rail her again. It felt so good, not just fucking her perfect pussy, but to watch her get ANGRY over it. She was tearing up the couch with her claws, and swears after swears escaped her foul, pretty mouth.

"You don't think I'M a man? What if I cum inside of you? What if I stuff you full of my fucking cum?"

When he didn't get a response immediately, he yanked for her to give him the attention he wanted. How he was able to speak past the absolute spectacle of their room, he had no idea.

"Fucking TALK. Tuviste esa actitud antes!"

She didn't want to talk. At least, nothing nicely. Fine. He could deal. He lifted a leg over, planting his foot right against her soft face. He watched as he put his weight on her, keeping her in place. Precum leaked from him, her hairy pussy was dripping down her legs and onto the bed below. No husband should have to treat his wife so roughly.

But she had to learn.

She had to cry out as her husband properly finished inside of her. He watched as her pretty toes curled, even twitching after every ribbon on cum. His cum was thick, hot, fueled by anger and unimaginable lust. And she loved it. He could tell based on her shoulders slumped, as the skies cleared and was replaced with a singular rainbow. He pulled on the belt, making her move with him as he sat back against the pillows. They shared a kiss, sweet, prolonged. Then she sighed, looking at him with the look of a content cat.

"I'm sorry I called your mamá a whore, she didn't deserve that."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you in front of everyone."

"I'm sorry I spat in your face. Well. A little sorry."

He chuckled, using the leash to pull her into another kiss. One that was slow, full of lazy, yet lustful tongue work. He was the first to pull away, only to kiss at her cheek.

"It's okay. And I'm...sorry about Antonio. I won't do it again. But, we do need to work together to discipline him SOMETIMES, okay? He is our son. And I need help making sure he grows up beautiful, like you."

"I think you mean like YOU, but you're still right. We'll talk to him about the animals tonight."

They shared another smooch, before Félix grinned, taking a nibble out of her jawline.

"Until then...I have mi propio animal salvaje to tame~"

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Anyway I don't wanna send anyone a request because I have a hard time keeping up with who has requests open. And if I do it this way I might find another writer I really like. On with promt:

Pepa x Felix smut/suggestive

Felix making hickys and marks allover Pepas body.

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Dear Pepa X Felix smut writers

This is a message that I want some bondage action

Kind regards

~Zuu

[slytherinclaw-malfoy]

Encanto

Camilo (DNI if you are +18 pls, he is 15 people)

Snoring Camilo and Lorena don’t have the best of relationships…but will the sound of snoring spark something more?

"It's us" Camilo ends up meeting his own "Pepa". Will Felix and Pepa have flashbacks of their relationship, seeing the interaction between Nieva and Camilo?

Carlos (DNI if you are +18, he is 15 people)

Bruno

(Upcoming Story) "FEVER" Y/N is running a high fever and only one person is able to put her in a good mood

Mirabel (DNI if you are +18 pls, she is 15 people)

Isabela

Luisa

Dolores

Pepa x Felix x reader (platonic...because i love pepa x felix)

"New gift" Mom Pepa and Felix x daughter teen reader when she is in artist

"Oh, por el amor de Dios!" Mom pepa x teen daughter reader when she gets a tattoo and pepa Panic and try to Rub it of on her

Agustin x Julieta x reader (platonic...because i love Agustin x Julieta)

Antonio (only platonic!!! He is 5 years old)

"Only Her" Baby Antonio x sister reader when he only wants to be held by her and only be around her

A.N: I don't write smut, I'm underage and I don't feel like it. Sorry