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miracles-and-butterflies · 9 months ago

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For @dandylion94, based on the prompt: “Camilo and Mirabel are trapped together somewhere and have a heart to heart while waiting for rescue.”

Post rebuild, Camilo tries to prank Mirabel but it ends up backfiring on himself as he accidentally locks them both in the laundry room. While waiting to be found by the family, the two get to talking and learning stuff about each other.

Change Your Mind

Mirabel yelped as the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. The action and noise almost loud enough that it made it the walls tremble. Her knuckles gripping white against the basket, she turned around. Only to find a snickering Camilo, waiting beside the wall by the recently closed door.

“You’re an idiot,” she muttered.

“Uh, no, you’re the idiot, primita. You’re the one who just freaked out over a door.” He remarked. “My sister’s gonna be mad.”

“Your sister is also going to know exactly whose fault it is and is going to inform the adults of such.”

Camilo groaned a little. “You’re so boring. It’s just a dumb joke you don’t have to take everything so seriously. Would it kill you to find the fun for once?”

“I can have fun,” she countered, setting down the basket and beginning to sort through the laundry. “And I can manage to do so without insulting or humiliating someone in the process. Not that you would know anything about that. Would it be so difficult for you to take something seriously?”

“I took the rebuild seriously.”

“Your first comment was quite literally about us no longer having a house.”

“That wasn’t my first comment, actually. You weren’t there for it because you ran off.”

“Well, I was present for the rebuild and I can confidently say you weren’t much help.”

“You weren’t either, thread-head. All you did was sew something for the kitchen. I carried a few bricks, babysat several kids and, as horrifying as it is to you, actually got my hands dirty!” He insisted, lifting his hands and waving his fingers, dramatically.

“And there you go again, acting like a child,” Mirabel clicked her tongue.

“Uh, newsflash, I am a child,” Camilo commented. “We are both children. I can be silly and messy and loud and annoying and vulgar and reckless and whatever else you complain about it if I want. You’re the odd one out, prima. Not me.”

Mirabel glanced up from the clothes she was sorting through. “This is all very concerning as it’s coming from someone who is meant to be a role model and guardian to young children. I dread to think what kind of awful impression you are leaving on the children you babysit and the messed up futures they’ll have,” she said, as though she was merely talking about the weather.

That struck a nerve in Camilo.

And he wasn’t going to leave without getting the last word in.

His hands fell to his sides in tight fists as he stepped away from the door, wanting to fully stand down his cousin. “Yeah, but I’m clearly a better person than you are, seeing as you’re the one here who wasn’t good enough to get a gift!”

Mirabel slowly dropped the blouse she had been holding. She turned back to him, eyes narrowed up at him, pushing herself away from the counter.

He’d grown a lot recently - and though he already has a vision from Bruno has guaranteed he’d end up taller than his sister - he has clearly never stood so close to Mirabel in a while. Because she was really, really short and maybe that ruined some of the conviction in her words.

“You don’t know when to quit it, do you?”

“Clearly not if I’m such a kid.”

Apparently done with this argument, Mirabel turned away sharply and returned to her work, ignoring him entirely. Camilo gave one final scoff before stalking back to the door. He reached for the doorknob and tried to twist it, but nothing happened.

Getting more frustrated, he jiggled the doorknob harder. Twisting one way and then the other. Pulling and pushing with all his weight. Kicking at the door and then bashing his shoulder into it. Trying anything to get it loose. Nothing worked. Even Casita tried helping with the floor tiles and a wooden beam, but nobody was strong enough to free the door. He slowly came to the realisation that during his earlier prank, he must have slammed the door too hard and gotten it jammed.

“What is it?” Asked Mirabel from behind. She didn’t sound as upset as she had a moment ago.

“The door’s jammed,” Camilo admitted in defeat. “We’re stuck in here.”

Mirabel shook her head. “Only temporarily. Lunch can’t be that far away and my absence will be noted by—”

He couldn’t help himself from bursting into laughter at that. And he was mildly surprised that Mirabel didn’t immediately chastise him for it. “People don’t notice when you don’t show up at meals, just guess you’re off sewing or that you are there. You’re quiet. It’s the same with Dolores. It’s why I use you two if I want seconds.”

“Then surely someone will notice your absence…” she trailed off from her question, realising. She sighed heavily. “Or no, they won’t. They’ll assume that you have shapeshifted into somebody else or have gone out to town to see your friends without informing anyone.”

“Dolores is having a day off in her room,” Camilo said, after a beat. “And there’s no windows in here.”

“…Looks like we really are stuck here then.”

“I guess so.”

The first hour or so passed with no drama. They remained on opposite sides of the small room and said nothing to each other. Mirabel continued with the chores she was meant to actually be here for without compliant (cleaning clothes, darning holes, etc), while Camilo was slowly losing his mind. There was nothing to do in here.

The second hour came and went. And then the third. And then… well, Camilo stopped counting by then. His stomach was really starting to growl and though he kept checking through the gap at the bottom of the door, he couldn’t see any sign that the family had come back. Though surely they had eaten lunch by now? Wouldn’t Dolores have to leave her room at some point and would hear them? The small source of light outside of the room, slowly faded.

He thinks he must have fallen asleep because, when he next opens his eyes, the entire room was pretty much pitch black. Mirabel had to stop what she was doing as she could no longer see much beyond the slight glimmer of her needle. He could just make out his cousin’s figure in the same place - has she even moved at all? - her knees huddled up against her chest, the same way Antonio does after a nightmare. It’s too dark that he doesn’t even notice Mirabel is looking over at him until she breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I shouldn’t have said those things about you. You are wonderful with the village children and Antonio.”

Camilo shrugged a little. “Eh, I probably deserved it. I went out of my way to prank you, even when I know you don’t like ‘em and scare easy. I mean, that’s not setting a great example to kids.”

There was a pause. “Well, neither is what I’m doing,” Mirabel continued. “I can be cold, stubborn and very closed off about my feelings, which can’t be the best impression for Antonio. I never thought being so levelheaded and responsible would be a bad thing, but… I just spent the last eight hours, trapped in a room, working.”

“Why? Why would you do that? What’s wrong with you?”

“If I were to guess a lot of anxiety, trauma from Casita’s collapse and a crippling need to over-compensate for not getting a gift. Aside from the literal answer, it feels wrong to be not doing something productive.”

“Yeah, you're the weirdest sixteen-year-old I’ve ever met. And I’m me.”

“Apparently, I’m also a hypocrite to Luisa.”

“Yeah that as well— wait, it’s been eight hours!?”

“Eight hours and twenty minutes, I think; I could be wrong. That is what I counted. Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

Camilo stared at her in shock.

“You aren’t human.”

“It’s just counting. It’s not impressive—”

“You kept count of time for like almost half a day in the middle of doing that sewing and shit, how the hell is that not impressive?” He exclaimed, gesturing to the clothes. Or where he assumed they were.

“The counting was the more challenging bit, but only because mathematics isn’t something I care about. Stitching is all second nature to me at this point, as simple as mere breathing,” Mirabel explained.

He slowly picked his jaw up off the floor. He had always thought Dolores wasn’t completely human - as a child, he was convinced she was some higher being because of her smarts. He’d never really paid much notice to the fact that Mirabel easily caught up as her equal. Sure, he knew his prima was smart; his teachers use to complain about his grades being appalling in comparison to his ��baby, female, giftless cousin”. But like… what the actual hell?

“What else do you know?” He asked.

Mirabel blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Like, off the top of your head, what else is in there? Wait, that’s a dumb question… um, you know how my sister claims she can play any instruments she touches, could you do that?”

“First of all, Dolores can actually do that. I have seen it with my own eyes and that is something to be regarded as impressive. Could I do that? No. Having only tried the piano, accordion and a few woodwind instruments, I don’t have enough knowledge on the other families of instruments to even know where to begin. Anyone could try, but not many instantly gain understanding of a new instrument.”

“You can play the piano? What? Since when?”

“Since about three? Pa taught me the basics and, with the aid of Dolores’ music books taught myself the rest.”

“How did I not know about this? I’ve never heard you play!”

“You never asked. I only play when the rest of you are at work.”

He nodded in understanding. “I guess now I should share some facts about me that you don’t know. Just to make it equal.”

“Is there something I don’t know?” Mirabel questioned, unconvinced.

“Probably not, I’m very loud and open about myself.” He chuckled. “Uh… yeah, no, I got nothing. What is there to say? I babysit, I act, I play football, pull pranks, have a boyfriend, am the weird kid in my class. Oh no, actually, wait! I got something! When my parents first moved me into the nursery with you, I wanted to be your friend.”

Nobody said anything for a long time.

“You what?”

“Yeah! You were the only other child in the house who wasn’t going to school at the time and we’d be roommates.” Camilo went on to say. “I remember being excited for our play dates, I remember Mamí telling me about a new friend and thinking it was the best present ever. I couldn’t wait. And then… you clearly weren’t as interested, maybe scared of me and my energy, and we had two very different ideas of what ‘play’ meant. And rather than help, our mothers just kept trying to force us together which made it all worse. No wonder you eventually burst before I started school, begging Luisa to put an end to it. That really hurt, by the way. I started school thinking nobody would want to be my friend.”

There was another quiet moment as Mirabel shifted. “Well, now I feel bad,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn’t understand why the adults were doing this; I was convinced I was being punished for something.”

“Don’t be. We were kids,” he waved off. “We weren’t the second Isabela and Dolores, no matter how hard they tried to force it. We probably would have turned out completely hating each other if things didn’t happen the way they did. And I made a ton of friends within ten minutes of getting dragged into school.”

“I know… I’m still sorry I disappointed you. But, I suppose that is very consistent for me.”

He was going to ask her what she meant by that because she’s one of the last people who disappoint someone. Always polite, always helpful, flawless behaviour and grades, and— oh. That. That makes a lot of sense.

“You’re not as bad as you seem to think you are,” he ventured. “You’re not as bad as I thought you were. Still an abuela trapped in a school girl’s body, but you… I don’t know. I don’t want to see you get punched in the face anymore. It’s just nice getting to talk about all this shit, you know?”

“I concur. You aren’t the court fool I thought you were.” Mirabel hummed, softly.

“…I’m just gonna pretend I know what you said.”

“I said that I agree with you.”

He cackled for a moment. “That’s a first.”

He thinks she might have chuckled a little too. “Savour the moment, for I doubt it will happen again.”

“We’re not gonna go back to… all that arguing, are we? When— if we get out of here?”

“Of course, we will get out of here. Dolores will hear us and get Luisa any minute now.” Mirabel answered. He could almost hear her roll her eyes. “But, to answer the first question, I wouldn’t mind it if we stopped with the arguing. Perhaps we could try being civil?”

“Great! I don’t know what you mean, but same!”

As if on cue, the room was suddenly flooded with light as the door was smashed clean off its hinges. Camilo scrambled back into the wall, only narrowly avoiding being hit by the thing. Mirabel slowly crept towards the light from the other side of the room, smiling in relief at the two figures - of their older sisters - stood in the doorway.

“I told you so,” she remarked.

“But how did you know?” Camilo whispered in horror, then gasped. “Witch!”

Dolores just held a hand out to the room. “See, Luisa? I told you they weren’t dead.”

She was immediately shoved aside as Luisa shoulder-barged her way through the doorway, running into the open room and drawing Mirabel into a tight hug.

“I was so worried about you!” The strongest was saying, maybe she was crying. “My poor hermanita! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t realise you got locked in here! I had— well, I thought I was having a conversation with you for a full ten minutes until Bela asked me ‘what the fuck I was doing talking to myself’! And Dolores wanted to leave you in here until the morning because she was busy writing poetry, so I dragged her here to make sure you didn’t die. I’m never letting go of you again!”

“That’s wonderful, Luisa, and I have missed you very much too, but I can’t breathe,” Mirabel winced.

Camilo scampered out, heading straight for the kitchen, as Dolores followed after him, dusting down her dress.

“I can’t believe that food is the first thing on your mind,” she complained. “Not even a thank you.”

“Hey! I’ve not eaten since breakfast! I’m actually starving for once!” Camilo yelled back. He gratefully sank his teeth into some of the leftovers. Shovelling spoon after spoon into his mouth. “Thanks for coming to get us, hermana. You couldn’t have done it sooner?”

Dolores scoffed, “Nobody told you to lock yourself and your cousin in the laundry room, hermanito. I fetched Luisa as soon I realised what had happened! Though… it sounds like something good has come out of this and it means I will get to hear less of you arguing with people, so I don’t really have any regrets. In all honesty though, I am glad that you and Mirabel have made up. If you can get along with me, you can do it with her. Besides,” she added, smirking, “I was going to need you two to work together to plan my wedding.”

“But Mirabel wouldn’t know romance if it smacked her across the head?”

“You will bring the romance and dramatic elements, she will bring everything else. It is a flawless plan—”

“You couldn’t use Isabela and Luisa because they would embarrass the shit out of you?”

“Precisely.”

He had a light bulb moment, dropping his spoon into the bowl. “Maybe I should the jam the laundry door on you three and get you lot to make it up to each other!”

“Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal—”

“What? I’m only kidding!”

#encanto #my writing #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal

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princelylove · 7 months ago

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Hello prince, are you doing alright?, is all better from the surgery? i know is been sometime but i still wanted to check on that :D

May i please request for a stressed out darling who plays 'housewife' for Narancia just because they can't take the disorganization he has on? like darling cleaning even the knife Narancia uses to attack people and cooking warm foods because they can't take what the boy has been eating, i would smack him with my chancla and cook warm foods for him just because i can't take that unhealthy life style he has going on "Nara did you just you came from a mission and hugged me? go take a warm bath now or i'll make you, i will be waiting for you at the table be quick or the food will go cold" i do not fear his knife, he better take a bath when coming 'home' or i will bath him without a hint of shame or embarrassment. Sorry to bother and thank you, Your Highness hope this doesn't annoy you or anything English is not my mother tongue ^_^'

All better from the surgery, dear anon. I'm up and walking and talking again. I'm still adjusting to some recent medical 'revelations,' let's call them, but I'm getting by. Don't develop a pain disorder, it's more annoying than anything else.

Well. 'Housewife' is a funny term for what you've described, anon, because to me, it looks like you're just mothering him. I could delve into a whole digression about how women in heterosexual relationships can take on a role as a second mother to the man, but... I don't want to stress myself out thinking about how awful that sounds. I'm not fond of mama's boys in the slightest.

Narancia would probably go for motherly types. Even if he has Bruno- feminine or masculine- he's still looking for a motherly darling because he just likes it. He's at that age where he can't really voice why he likes it, he'd just say "uhh 'cause it's hot" if he was asked.

But you and I both know what an Oedipus complex is. I hate to use any of Freud's work, but I've taken too many psych. classes to not reference it a little.

In Freud's opinion, which from this point on I'm going to be referring to as "The Psychoanalytic Theory," there's five stages of development that you go through when you're a baby to sexual maturity. There's this thing called the subconscious, and to put it simply, all the things you repress and don't wanna think about go there.

I'm only going to be focusing on two sections of the five stages of development today, the first being: the first. This one's called the Oral Stage.

When you go through a stage, you're going to either resolve it or fail to. When you're in the oral stage, you just wanna get your mouth on everything because you're a baby and that's how you settle that curiosity. New toy? Shove it in your mouth. Mommy talking to me? Eat her hair. You get it.

When you fail to resolve a stage, it gets shoved into your subconscious, and you develop a fixation. An oral fixation is normally shown through excessive biting, chewing on things such as pens, kissing items that aren't meant to be kissed, and even smoking.

The third stage of the five is called the Phallic Stage.

Do you know what happens when you fail to resolve the Phallic Stage, the stage where you identify with your same sex parent and notice the opposite sex parent is, in fact, the opposite sex?

You get an Oedipus Complex. If you're a boy, anyway. Freud liked to ignore women. I think there's a name for the feminine equivalent, but I don't remember at the moment.

And, when you fail to resolve both the Oral and Phallic stages, you get Narancia Ghirga.

He's so, so annoying about it. He doesn't even realize he has it- come on, every guy wants a babe that knows how to cook and wants to take care of you! He's not weird 'cause he likes how women are supposed to be. (He got smacked after saying that, don't worry.)

When he comes home to his darling cooking and cleaning and all of the shit he absolutely never wants to do 'as a man,' he's totally stoked, in his words.

Narancia will take your chancla gladly if it means you really love him- hey, he can take it. It's just a sandal, there's no real danger- ow. Ow. Ow. Hhholy shit. Ow. Babe. Ow.

#request granted #yandere narancia ghirga #cw misogyny #cw gender roles #should i tag freud #lmfao.

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lulubelle814 · 9 months ago

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 15

Master List

On Tuesday, James found he needed to get out of the office for just a bit and seized the opportunity to visit Deja Brew. Upon finding the coffee shop, he saw it was uniquely decorated and inviting. Entering, he found it was calm. It was the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, after all. Behind the counter was a tall gentleman, not quite as tall as himself. Judging by first appearance, he seemed a good looking fellow. He approached the counter, perusing the menu. After a moment, the barista spoke up. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”

James hummed. “I’m not sure. What would you recommend?” He glanced back at him, taking the opportunity to look at his nametag, ‘Chad’. Sigyn mentioned testing some pastries, but none showed on display.

‘I wonder if this was the man Sigyn mentioned in her text?’ He looked around, not seeing anyone else. After Chad listed a few drinks, he selected one which was given to him shortly after. It was a tea called ‘queen’s gambit.’ He’d never heard of it, but it was delicious. “Thank you for the recommendation. Do you have any sweets or pastries by chance?”

Chad’s eyes lit up. “We don’t right now, but it’s in the works. Hopefully we’ll have some in the next couple of weeks. You can follow our instagram page for updates.”

James kept a mental note to do as such and went back to the office. Sitting at his desk, he felt refreshed. Sigyn was right. He should take breaks more often. Through the rest of the day, his mind wandered back to Chad. Was this the man his Sigyn was spending time with now? The thought made his blood boil.

Wait a minute. She wasn’t his Sigyn. She was simply Sigyn, a friend and companion.

Sigyn: Have you had a chance to check out the coffee shop?

Loki: Oddly enough, I just got back from there. The nice gentleman behind the counter recommended this drink called a queen’s gambit?

Sigyn: That sounds interesting. I’ll have to check it out next time I go in. Was Chad nice to you?

So that was the gentleman who started occupying some of her time.

Loki: He was pleasant. In fact, he suggested the drink. There were no sweets though.

Sigyn: He’s working on it. Hanging with him on Saturday reminded me how I used to bake with my mom years ago.

Loki: Oh?

Sigyn: Yeah. I attempted to make mom’s old brownie recipe, but it was a disaster. I tried to make it by memory, but I obviously got something wrong.

Loki: Is there no written recipe available?

Sigyn: There is. I’m pretty sure it’s buried in a box somewhere. Just need to find it.

Loki: When you do, let me know how they are. I love brownies when made properly.

Sigyn: I take it you’ve had some pretty bad ones?

Loki: I dated a woman a year or so ago who made them, and they were not good.

Sigyn: Do I want to know how bad they were?

Loki: Let’s just say the word awful would be a gross understatement.

Sigyn: I’m so sorry!

Loki: You can make it up to me by letting me know how yours turn out the next time you try.

Sigyn: I can do that.

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When she got home from work that evening, she had a renewed vigor to find that recipe. 2 hours and several boxes later, she found it. ‘Damn. I put in too many eggs, way too much flour and not enough sugar.’

Looking in her kitchen cupboards and in her fridge, she had enough ingredients left to test out a batch. 45 minutes of stirring and baking later, they were ready.

‘Here goes nothing,’ she thought to herself, taking a spoon and scooping out a bite to eat. As soon as it hit her tongue, she was in heaven. It was exactly as she remembered. Closing her eyes, she could picture her mother finishing a batch, warning her to let them cool off before digging in. The memory brought tears to her eyes.

Recalling the conversation with Loki earlier, she had an idea. It was only 8 pm. She pulled out her phone and called Bruno.

Bruno: Bruno speaking.

Louisa: Hey Bruno! This is Louisa. I’m not sure if you remember me?

Bruno: Of course I remember you, ma’am. You were very kind to me despite your stressful circumstances. Did you enjoy the basket of goodies?

Louisa: Very much! I was wondering if I could ask you a small favor?

Bruno: How can I be of service?

Louisa: I was wondering if I gave you something, if you could take it to our mutual friend? There’s a treat in it for you if you’re able to.

Bruno: How could I turn down treats?

20 minutes later, he was at her door. To be honest, Bruno had developed a soft spot for her in the brief amount of time they’d known each other. She handed him 2 containers of brownies. “One is for you, and the other for him.”

He opened the lid to one and gave it a whiff. “I love brownies! You spoil me, Ms. Louisa.” Without hesitation, he broke off a piece and ate it, making noises normally only heard during sex. “These are amazing! Thank you, Ms. Louisa!”

“I’ll have to remember that for the future. Consider it a bribe for taking these to him and a downpayment on saying thanks for helping rescue me the other night.”

“This is the tastiest bribe I’ve ever received. This other container may not make it to your friend.” They laughed, but she knew he wouldn’t do such a thing.

“I spoke with him on the way here. He’s very curious as to why I’m going by his place. He gave me a little insight into the nature of your relationship, that you both use nicknames to retain anonymity but talk often via messages.”

She felt a little relieved that he was aware of their situation, realizing it was a good thing because that meant he wouldn’t spill the beans to Loki. “Thank you so much, Bruno. Can you tell him they’re from Sigyn?”

He nodded. “For the future, how much would you charge to deliver something to him?”

He grinned. “For you, Ms. Louisa? You don’t need to give me anything. The occasional treat would be most welcome though if you have them available.”

“That’s a deal, Bruno. Thank you so much!”

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He left and went straight to his destination. Knocking, it was only a moment before James opened the door. “I must say. It was odd but welcome to hear from you. What is it I can help you with?”

Bruno held up a container. “These are for you, compliments of Sigyn.” James raised an eyebrow, taking the container. “I’d be careful with those, if I were you. They’re addicting.”

Opening the lid, his sense of smell was immediately filled with the scent of the most delicious brownies he’d ever encountered and couldn’t help but take a bite of one. “Holy shit! These are incredible!” He took another bite. “I can’t thank you enough, my friend.” He reached into his pocket to give Bruno a tip to which he declined.

“Ms. Sigyn already paid me.”

He raised another eyebrow. “She did?”

Bruno nodded. “She gave me my own container of brownies.” Both laughed. Bruno departed, and James went to his fridge, thankful he still had some milk on hand.

Loki: You are too kind. These brownies are incredible!

Sigyn: You flatter me, sir. I like them quite a bit. They remind me of my mother.

Loki: I cannot thank you enough for these. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.

Sigyn: I know it’s not much, but I wanted to thank you for your advice and the gift basket you sent me the other day.

Loki: Not much? If this is the way you thank someone, I’ll have to send you more things.

They texted back and forth happily for the next hour before realizing they should probably get to bed soon as they both had work in the morning.

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sukirichi · 3 years ago

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black magic [02]

request. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife) + sukuna’s first time with his wife

cw. slight angst, insecurities, lots of making out, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, sukuna worships reader, spitting, cum eating, teasing! sukuna, face-off kamasutra position, soft dom! sukuna, unedited fic, pwp

song inspo. leave the door open (bruno mars)

note. i want a husband sukuna

part one | part two

Sukuna gently takes your palm into his, soft and warm lips meeting your bruised knuckles that have seen years of hard work in exorcising curses like him. Uncanny that he showed so much affection to his enemy by nature, treating you with such care and tenderness that shouldn’t have been so possible for an evil creature like him. You’re supposed to love it, be grateful for it, yet his sweet gestures only irritate you, even more so when he retires to bed just like that without even so much sparing a glance your way.

You’ve been married for a year now that you’ve had enough of his confusing gestures towards you. One moment, he was showering you with love, regarding you like you were the light of his life before he’s walking away the next moment and pretending you don’t exist.

He was so infuriating. He would kiss you and hold you, but never touch you or be in the same room with you any longer than an hour. Even in bed, he’s always making sure his back is turned to you, peeling your arms off of him each time you attempt to cuddle him on times it got too cold. It hurts and dwells dangerously at the back of your mind – it would’ve been better if he got angry at you and announced he despised you, but he never did – that his hot and cold nature bothered you more than anything else.

You’ve eventually had enough that you just stopped caring. Barging in during his bath time, your nostrils flare upon seeing your husband so relaxed in the tub. Even after a year of marriage, he’s so unaffected and unaware by your need for him.

He really doesn’t care.

“Little one,” Sukuna blinks as he sits up from the tub, strong arms hanging off the edges of the bed. You admit; he really was beautiful and a desirable man that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but crave the one thing you knew you weren’t supposed to have. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you not want me?” you suddenly demand, tears already streaming down your face faster than you would like. Hell, you never wanted to cry in the first place. “Am I not desirable enough for you?”

Sukuna chuckles nervously.

Oh, great, now he’s nervous around you?

“What are you going on about?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing,” you snap, “Every time we go to bed, you always put some distance between us and keep to your side of the bed. You push me away when I try to reach for you and you never touch me or kiss me on the lips. I-I understand this marriage was against your will, but I’m still your wife and I need you, okay?” chest tightening uncomfortably, you place a hand over your poor, aching heart that is further crippled when Sukuna’s face falls. “I just feel like...you’re sickened by me, like you cannot stand to be with me in the same room as me. It makes me feel like...it would’ve been better if I wasn’t here.”

You don’t know what kind of response you’re expecting from him after your outburst, but definitely not him standing up to loom over you. You respectfully avert your eyes from the sinful image of water dripping down his defined body, but it’s too late and he’s too close already that you won’t be surprised if he can hear your heartbeat pumping frantically.

He was large and imposing, truly a terrifying sight right before you especially with his tattoos that trail and wrap all around his muscular thighs, yet you’re not nervous because he could hurt you.

Rather, you’re agitated because he’s so close, so within reach that if you step a little closer, you could easily find the warmth you’ve been dreaming of for so long.

You’re frustrated because you want him though you shouldn’t.

Just then, Sukuna caresses your cheek and pulls the both of you back in the tub with you above him, and him lazily grinning above you. You gasp, abashed, that your clothes were soaked to the brim and it stuck close to your damp skin until it took the shape of your silhouette. Sukuna, on the other hand, is completely unbothered as he eyes your pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of your nightgown and simply drags you forward on his thighs.

“S-Sukuna—”

“You really have no idea, do you?” he whispers lowly, his long claws carefully tracing down the sides of your jaw. “My innocent, little lamb...the reason I distance myself from you is because every waking day that you are right beside me, my self-restraint thins, and I’m not sure I can hold back a little longer from you taming me,” Sukuna’s dark eyes brims with something unreadable as he holds your gaze. The look he wears is beyond intense that he takes your breath away, literally, and you’re left gaping at him silently. “I push you away because I want you more than anything else, but I respect you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You-you want me?”

“Clearly, little one, you’re inherently unaware of how captivating you are,” Sukuna says as if if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you shiver at his words – or from the cold water, you don’t really know. “Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you. I may not stop once I get a taste of you. Like I said before – I won’t touch you unless you asked.”

You do remember him saying that from your first time together, but your head goes blank, and no words leave your lips even as you mouth nonsense.

Sukuna taps your lips. “Speak, little one. You need to use your big girl words.”

“Kiss me,” you vociferated in one breath, desperately clutching on your thighs. “Please.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away as his eyes narrow into suspicion, but soon he’s tugging at your collar to bring you down for a heated kiss. Sukuna is tugging your robes down until your collarbones are exposed, his tongue and lips leaving yours to leave marks and love bites all over the patch of skin instead. You tug at his hair as you crane your neck to the side, succumbing to the undeniable pleasure his warmth and greediness consumes you with.

Grinding down on his groin, you notice he’s already hard. Hard for you, and this realization makes you kiss him back hungrily as you whimper above him.

Sukuna is feverishly sucking on your tongue and pawing at your breasts the next instant before the spell is immediately broken just as it happened. For before you could reciprocate the same amount of eagerness he kissed you with, Sukuna is already sliding you off of him until you’re on the other side of the tub, left staring at him wordlessly with his lips red and swollen.

“Not today, little one. I think that’s enough.”

You hear your heart shatter into pieces. Pride; it was about the only thing you had, but it seemed even that had been taken away from you.

“You really don’t want me.”

Your voice cracked as your eyes began to tear up.

“No, love, that’s not what I meant,” he groans into his hands, “Believe me, I’d spent enough nights sweaty and frustrated knowing I can’t ravish you and have those lush thighs around me already,” waiting for him to continue, Sukuna sighs and holds you closer, though he could only caress your knee right now that you’re wary of getting hurt again. “This is your first time, okay? I want to make it special for you – you’re not experiencing bliss with me if it happens impulsively with you barging in my bath.”

Something like hope lights up inside you.

“Y-you’ll really do that for me?”

“Tch, brat, don’t go all soft on me now. I wouldn’t suggest testing my patience even further,” he playfully flicks your forehead when you tried to kiss him again, but Sukuna is already tilting his cheek to other side before you could. You would’ve been heartbroken again that he’s refused you, but his words held more than reassurance – and so did his uncomfortably hard cock – that all previous insecurities vanished into thin air.

Sukuna grabs you by the waist to plant your feet on the ground outside the tub, carrying you as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll to him. “Now go and get changed. I’ll fuck you another time.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“My deepest apologies, little one,” he commented sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, though his smile turned genuinely warm the last minute. “I’ll make love to you when you’re ready.”

He must’ve lied.

You’re annoyed because Sukuna is intentionally avoiding you and acting like you don’t exist. Pissed off, you go into a curse exorcising spree to get the King of Curses out of your mind, reminding yourself that he was vile like them and he didn’t deserve even a second of your time.

Although no matter how hard you tried, your mind still kept racing back to him even as you come back home, bloody and tired when you realize the temple is eerily quiet. Not a living soul could be found around, no servant fretted at your arrival and your husband most definitely did not lurk in the shadows like he usually did. The only sign the temple hadn’t been abandoned yet were the lines of candles trailing down the hall to your shared room with him, and you gasp as you see the petals decorating the bed and rose-scented candles lit everywhere.

Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

But he was felt as he kisses your neck, his hands untying the knots of your yukata. You stiffen in reflex before relaxing as soon you recognize his scent. Behind you, Sukuna pauses, his lips still in the column of your neck.

“You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking; rather observing.

“Not anymore,” you mumble in response, although you weren’t entirely convinced even as you come closer to the bed, your husband trailing behind with his pinky looped to yours. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you,” you hide your smile for him, not wanting him to see that it’s so easy to alleviate your anger to him. He has to earn your approval again, so you turn to him with a forced scowl and arms crossed against your chest. “But why were you ignoring me for days?”

You intended to look intimidating, but the King of Curses only laughed.

“You look cute when you’re mad. Plus, it made you want me more than you already do, didn’t it?” he chastised, the implications of his words making you pout in humiliation. Sukuna is quick to step closer to you, cupping your cheeks into his hand, and you hated how easily you leaned into his touch. Nevertheless, you turned away from him, using all your energy to muster your most serious ‘I’m not bothered’ face.

“Aw, don’t be shy, it’s written all over your face, little one,” he breathes on the shell of your ear, hands trailing down to lightly drape your clothes below your shoulders. Unable to hold it back, you end up shivering at his featherlike touches.

“It’s okay. I loved hearing your soft whimpers every time you touched yourself in the bath, thinking that I’m probably not around to hear, hm? You forget I sense everything,” his laugh is mocking yet laced with lust, “From the frantic singing of your heart, the way you tense up a little when I’m around, or the way those beautiful legs of yours clench together each time my robe is a little loosened,” Sukuna dips his nose right under your jaw where his tongue darts out to lick a flat stripe down your neck, and just like that, you’re breathlessly clutching on his white robes that are already unfastened. Damned tease.

“Even the smell of your arousal is enticing me to enrapture you right now, little one. I can practically hear the silent begging in that pretty little head of yours.”

You forgot how to breathe.

“B-but I’m dirty, I just finished exorcising curses.”

“Would it be comedic if I said I am aroused at the thought my wife could easily end me right here and now?” shaking your head at him, Sukuna smiles mysteriously. “But you won’t, would you? You need me too much for that,” he leans closer than he already was before, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Tell me, do you want me?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathily, “Please, Sukuna, touch me.”

“It’s my love to you.”

“Not Your Majesty?”

“Hmm, that is delightful to hear as well,” he says, “But let’s our drop our titles. For now, whatever happens between us is intimately between man and wife. Now go clean up, little one. I’ll be waiting for you once you’re ready.”

You waste no time into darting to the bath, scrubbing the blood and dirt on each nook and crevice of your body until you’re squeaky clean. You’re about to head back to bed when you quickly practice puckering your lips to make yourself look desirable, muttering hopefully flirty lines that would make your husband want you more before calling it quits from the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.

By the time you’ve completely dried and moisturized yourself to absolute perfection that you’re confident of yourself, you find Sukuna emptily staring into the ceilings. “Done already? Someone’s eager.”

You roll your eyes at him. Why did you like him again?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly, little one,” he confides, patting his thighs to encourage you to climb onto him. Now that things were actually getting real and your endless dreams would soon become reality, your palms grow sweaty as you settle yourself onto his lap. “You tell me right away if I’m hurting you, you understand? One word and I’ll stop; though I doubt you’ll be in your right mind to want to stop once I’ve had my way with you.”

You don’t really understand much of what he’s saying anymore.

He’s kissing you so slowly, so passionately and you’re both undressing each other that nothing but desire and lust clouds your thoughts in that moment. You’re drunk on the sweet taste of him, his natural musky scent beyond intoxicating for your mortal self to handle. Too lost in the bliss of finally being intimate with him, you don’t realize Sukuna has already pushed your towel down until it pools at your waists. His sharp intake of breath is the only thing that pulls you back to reality as he greedily takes in each beautiful curve and dip of your body.

His stare is so fervid that you grow shy and cover yourself, where Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me.”

“Then stop staring too much.”

“Is it a sin to appreciate divine beauty?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks at you innocently. “You are ethereal, my wife.”

Before you could be too flustered to respond, Sukuna fortunately saves you from the embarrassment by kissing you again, though it doesn’t last long before his mouth is trailing from your collarbone and down to your breasts. You mewl as Sukuna eagerly sucks on one breast, the other showered with attention from his rough, calloused palms. Meanwhile, you push his clothes away to expose his strong shoulders which you use as leverage because his ministrations make you feel like you’re losing control over your own body.

Rolling your hips on his erect cock, Sukuna groans through your skin, squeezing your breast hard enough that you can’t take it anymore right after he tweaks your nipple. “Love, please, I need you right now.”

“Patience, little one,” he reminds, “I need to prepare you well.”

“I’ve been waiting for months, Sukuna, I’m sure I’m more than ready.”

“Emotionally, sure, but physically?” he chuckles darkly, “Little one, do you not understand your nimble fingers cannot compare to my cock? I might hurt you if you’re not stretched out enough.”

“Then stop kissing me and start—” you’re cut off with a gasp, your nails sinking down harder into his skin the moment his fingers began to rub at your pussy. “Y-your claws—”

“I kept them for years, but I had to cut them just for you, little one. What do you have to say about that?”

“Thank you,” you offer with a breathy moan, head falling into his shoulder from the overwhelming yet welcomed intrusion. “Oh, Sukuna, it’s too good, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he bites the shell of your ear and tugs at the lobe, basically biting it between his teeth to distract you from another long and thick digit pushing past your walls. “One more?”

“O-oh!” his thumb has now joined the party by rubbing soothing circles on your clit, effortlessly pulling your lips aside with the rest of his digits to expose your sensitive bundles of nerves for him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, watching and drinking in the face you make – pleasure written all over your features from the swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and desire pooling in swirls of curiosity and eagerness. It’s a face he never wants to forget; a face he wants to see more of that Sukuna eventually lays you down against the pillows, admiring how unreal you looked in that moment.

Hair splayed all over the pillow, legs spread wide open with his hands caressing your core, and a strong arm gripping his with small gasps accompanied by desperate calls for his name to do more, please you more – your words instantly translate into commands.

“You are so beautiful,” Sukuna praises rather angrily, “Never forget that. Each inch of you, fuck, you are the most dangerous mortal, you know that?”

You don’t have time to react before he’s going down on you and spreads your legs apart, keeping them pinned down to the bed. The stretch hurts but he easily soothes your pain by massaging your inner thighs, crawling down to kiss your ankles, then licking all the way up to your knee where he stops for a second, only to happily be on your sopping cunt the next moment. He’s peppering barely there kisses to your inner thighs just on your outer lips, his breath warm and teasing on your heat.

It feels like he intends to ruin you tonight.

“Sukuna, stop teasing!”

“What do you want me to do, little one?” he grins from between your legs, the vibrations of his chuckles resonating deep within your cunt that sporadically clenches right in front of his face that’s shamelessly imprinting your scent deep into his memory. “How can I make you feel good?”

“You know how!”

“You need to tell me so I know. I can’t read your mind.”

“Your mouth...”

Sukuna’s smile grows wider the longer you struggle to find your words, but exactly how in the world could you say such vulgar things out loud? He is far more patient tonight than any other day, however, that Sukuna props himself to his elbows to peer up at you innocently. “Where do you want my mouth and what should I do with it?”

Swallowing the rest of your pride, you finally utter: “T-taste me...down there.”

“Here?” he prods your clit, pulling a high-pitched gasp from you. Your husband’s smirk is nothing short of condescending just before he finally kisses your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth until you writhe before him. It takes minimal effort for someone of his strength to hold your legs in place, his grip just tight enough to be commanding. The thought of being completely in his mercy made your head spin in circles, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure he was blessing yet torturing you with. “You’re so responsive, little one. I’m honoured I’m the one who gets to make you feel like this.”

“M-more, please, I need more.”

You expect him to tease you further, but your husband must’ve noticed that you’re too edged and decided to have pity on you. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his lips around your pussy, treating it as if it were your own lips that always tasted like honey.

Sukuna is completely immersed in the act of pleasuring you with his tongue only, so much so that he’s silent aside from the little hums he lets out while you moan for him.

Unable to care about being too loud anymore (not that you needed to since Sukuna had made everyone go back home to give you both privacy) you find yourself throwing your head back, legs falling open wider to grant him deeper access to your most sensitive parts. Sukuna continues to massage your inner thighs and even drags the back of your knee to rest on his muscular back littered with battle scars and tattoos, the dark markings on his skin flexing with each movement. His eyes are closed and his nose is grazing against your swollen clit that had reddened already, your pussy lips opening up like a new world he had to explore, and explore he would.

Your hands find solace in his hair the shade of gentle sunsets that were often shared in lazy kisses and subtle touches, nails dragging across his scalp just enough to make your husband hiss right between your legs. Something begins to tighten in your belly as you grind your clit onto his face, too absorbed in the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue now poking against your entrance and the past barrier slowly blooming open to welcome him.

With shaking legs and a chest drenched in sweat, pebbled nipples further stimulated by the cold breeze drifting in from the windows, your eyes snap open as that rope snapped deep within your belly.

Your gaze shoots down below you to watch your husband ardently lapping your juices like a man starved. Now this wasn’t new to you – you’ve heard enough about the King of Curses and his bloodlust. Whispers of his thirst and desire to slay entire towns and even feast on mortals’ souls was enough to keep you at bay when you were still a young sorcerer, for it was already a blatant warning that Sukuna would feed on anything and anyone, that his hunger was quite something that couldn’t be satiated.

But seeing him unhinged and a slave to pleasing you has never felt more erotic that you ride out your orgasm, toes curling and legs trembling every now and then from the aftershocks of your high.

Slowly, Sukuna darts out his tongue one last time just to leave a teasing touch to your clit before he’s crawling right above you again. The ceiling is obscured by his large frame hovering over you, arms trapped between your head and his gallant member poking just between your thighs. You end up shivering under him as your husband regards you – with affection, pride, curiosity – gentle in comparison to his true nature in caressing your cheek, both of you unbothered by the slick that meets your skin.

“Are you okay?” he breathes out, watching your fucked out smile bloom into a felicitous grin.

“Perfect,” you mumble, although rather shyly. You’d seen him naked before, but never hard, and never with the intention that soon you’d truly be connected – in heart, in body, in mind, and in soul. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, your eyelids growing hooded as Sukuna absentmindedly traces patterns on the curve of your hip. “Sukuna...you’re perfect.”

Your husband laughs, the sound of his glee contagious that you’re chuckling with him as well. “Have you seen yourself, little one? I think I fall for you harder each day.”

His sudden confession brings about a silence in the room, but it wasn’t comfortable, and neither was it tense. If anything, it destroys any traces of previous hesitation and pent up anger that’s only been formed in the first place due to the fact he was Curse and you a sorcerer.

The nature of your relationship had been paradoxical to begin with, perhaps even beastly, but nothing was beastly about it now as you wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. And Sukuna was just that – the man, the Curse, the feared King whose simple mention of his name made mere mortals tremble – the same person that somehow understands your silence better than anyone. No words were needed when he could read your mind and knew his way around your heart a little too much, not once leaving his lips on yours as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you before him. Both of your skins are hot and flushed, yet you’re greedily touching and pulling at one another, his large palms clawing at your ass to pry your pussy lips open while you drag your nails down his chest.

He grunts into your mouth; the sound deep and masculine that it vibrates all the way down to your core. You gasp into his mouth – your breath immediately swallowed by his tongue that dances with yours – once you feel him slip inside.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You’ve fought and exorcised countless of curses that pain was no stranger to you at this point, but never had you felt so...alien to a sensation both tragic and addicting. Pulling away to breathe air back into your lungs, your forehead knocks with Sukuna until your noses are brushing against the others, mouth hanging open as your walls struggle to accommodate him.

“Oh, oh god,” you mewl above him, eyes wide open as you witness each inch of his cock disappearing from the motion of you swallowing his length whole. He was big; terrifyingly so, and you shake with fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him or that he might rip you apart. “Su-Sukuna—”

“You’re fine,” he reassures by pulling your cheeks back to him, your delicate face trapped between his rough hands. Although his eyes are dark with lust, there’s a tenderness behind them that placates you. “You can tell me to stop if it hurts. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

There’s no lie or hesitation behind your voice. Sukuna watches your face carefully to detect any sign of discomfort, but you want this, want him, and the pleasure combined with the tolerable sting only makes you desire him even more. The mere fact that there had to be pain and sacrifice, that you had to place your whole trust in him before you could truly succumb to the pleasure and love that created light and hope in this world was enough for you to want to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and Sukuna wipes away the frown on your face with the pads of his fingers.

He allows you to go at your own pace until you’re completely seated on his cock, the heated member throbbing so hard inside you that you think he’s poking and prodding right deep into a place where you could hold him close the most.

It’s too much and too good that for once, you let your walls crash down as you bury yourself in his shoulder. Sukuna holds you closer by pulling you right into his chest, large arms wrapped around your frame while your breasts tease the rugged and taut muscles of his body. Even the slightest movement of you adjusting yourself on his lap makes his cock graze against your bumpy walls that you’re both moaning left and right. As you struggle to make sense of the sensations bursting within you, Sukuna’s self restraint hangs dangerously by a piece of thread. You can tell by how he’s cupping your ass and lifting your body up effortlessly before he slides you back down on his thick pole, that single, simple gesture repeated over and over again along with him bringing his hips back up to meet your warmth sending a scorching heat all over your body.

“Love, that’s, fuck,” you curse incoherently, and upon hearing a profanity leave your otherwise innocent lips makes something snap inside your husband.

Sukuna is gripping onto your hips for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, tilting his head back just to scrutinize your connected bodies. A thick ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock until it slides down on his veiny cock, sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud squelching of your pussy even more beautiful than the screams mortals have moments right before their death in his hands. But Sukuna be damned – you felt too good that this might as well have been his death.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, easily manhandling you and throwing you back on the bed where he’s on you in a second. “Look at you, little one, taking my huge cock so well. It’s like you’re made just for me – you want to be with me, don’t you? I would please you, fuck you good every day, yes, fuck!”

Sukuna ended up hitting a spot that equated to uncharted territory, causing you to tighten around him with a sharp cry. “Oh, right there, right there!” you rub your clit for further stimulation, moaning louder when he hoists both your legs on his chest.

He presses your legs and hugs his around his arms, flipping it to the side until your feet are right beside his ears. Sukuna has gone completely feral – his pace and drive animalistic, growling like a predator consuming his prey before he softens, kissing your ankles just as he grips your legs to make them squish together. The sudden lack of space makes your pussy tighter and more sensitive for him that you’re fisting the sheets right beside you, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. You’re babbling mindlessly on how good he’s making you feel, completely limp and motionless under him from how deep he’s hitting.

“Please, please, please—” you cry out, reaching out just seconds away from your orgasm with the need to touch him. Sukuna gives in and lets go of your legs until they fall at your side, stretching you out further from when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

He’s caressing your cheeks and swipes a thumb over your tears, quite nearly folding your half. His balls are slapping against your ass the harder he thrusts inside you, but his hips are stuttering and he’s panting right beside your ear that you can tell he’s close. It prompts you to wiggle under him to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and clutching his scalp just to have him impossibly close, because even thinking about letting him go sounds too painful, especially now that he’s claimed you as his just as you’ve marked him yours.

“I worship you,” he blurts out with a few final thrusts that has you crumbling under him in a silent scream, your focus completely on his dark, passionate eyes as you came. Sukuna then laces his fingers through yours while he pumps himself inside you, your walls milking him of everything he’s got. “You are divine, my wife, you have bewitched me for eternity.”

“Sukuna,” you call out weakly, and he’s quick to litter kisses all over your face from your whimpers. “Sukuna-I-I—”

“Shh, I know, I know,” Sukuna places a finger on your lips, letting you calm down from that earth shattering orgasm he just gave you. He pulls his spent dick out a minute later and scoops up your cum that’s spilling out from your pussy lips, his gaze never leaving yours the whole while he sucks his fingers inside his mouth. He’s so dirty and erotic that you’re clenching around nothing once more, but he shakes his head with a low chuckle as if he can sense you want more. Sukuna kisses you just to transfer the cum mixed with spit right onto your tongue, gripping your jaw when your eyes widen at him. “Swallow it, little one. That’s just a taste of what I could give to you.”

You don’t know what pulled you to actually swallow it – it tastes bitter and even a little salty, though it had a bittersweet tinge of scent to it that you don’t mind, especially not when Sukuna just stares at you like you’re most his prized possession.

Sukuna is right by your side the next moment. He’s tamed the next moment, pure comfort and bliss from the way he’s tenderly running his fingers up and down the sides of your body like he’s memorizing the feel of you around him. You both don’t say anything as you place your cheek right above his chest, arms locked on his chest in a desperate cling, but neither does he want you to let go. Sukuna threads his fingers on your hair before you feel his lips caress the crown of your head, mumbling sweet nothings right as you’re welcoming sleep.

Until he taps your breast.

“Little one?”

“Yes?”

“We never had our honeymoon, do we?” he queries, and you twist your head to face him as your brows draw together in thought.

“No, I don’t think we did. I pushed you away from me on our first night together, remember?”

Sukuna’s eyes shone with mischief. “How could I forget? You tried to kill me right after our wedding,” both of you share a laugh at the memory, though there were no more harsh feelings or contempt shared, only love, and love only. Sukuna softens under your gaze as your chuckles tinker down to a giggle, your finger teasingly drawing circles on his chest as you bite your lip. And like always, Sukuna knows you just a little too well. “I know that look. What is it that you want, little one?”

“You.”

“Me?” he repeats with a dark chuckle that sends heat right down to your womanhood. “You already have me, little one, your wish has been granted a long time ago.”

Your face burns. “I mean, I want you. Again. One more.”

“One more?”

“Or maybe a lot more,” you pipe up, but Sukuna’s smirk is growing more and more devious that your former tenacity soon dwindles down into meekness. “O-only if you want to. You must be tired.”

“Little one, I’m the King of Curses, did you really think I would be tired from fucking my sweet little wife?” At his words, Sukuna tilts your chin until you’re left with no choice but to be held captive under his lust. He leans down to teasingly bite your bottom lip, and you’re already breathing hard as you feel his hands begin to trail down to your core that’s more than eager to take him all over again. “Like I said, I worship you, and I’m nothing but a bewitched man who would gladly fuck his wife as long as she asks.”

Safe to say, you couldn’t exorcise curses for quite some time.

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The Games We Play ⭑ Ao3 Link

⤷ Dom!Bruno Bucciarati/Fem!Reader; 2.3k Words ⤷ Written for @dbiik for the trade event in @papersirens discord!

Warnings/Kinks:

⤷ Female Reader, who has an ambiguously described stand. ⤷ PWP, Dom/sub overtones, teasing, restraints, face slapping, choking, rough piv sex, degradation (whore, slut), slightly inappropriate usage of stands, cream pie, as always politely message me if there should be more warnings.

Bruno should have known better than to trust the coy smile on your lips and devious light in your eyes when you proposed a private debriefing about the job you’d just finished working together on. Wasn’t able to help himself as he allowed you to take the lead into his office, hypnotized by the sway of your hips and the graceful swing of your long legs. It’s been a rough few weeks for the capo, one problem after another cropping up and not allowing much time for anything other than the occasional quick, stolen kisses and heavy petting in dark corners of the villa and sketchy alleyways when on a job.

So can he truly be blamed for not being prepared for what happens next?

Once you hear the door click shut you summon your stand and watch its ghostly silhouette appear behind him to quickly pull the capo down tight against his chair. He glares up at your smug face as you make a show of sitting in his lap, putting your full weight onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist. You don’t bother trying to hide your amusement at the low growl that rumbles up from his chest.

“Aw, what’s with that look?” You feign a pout, taking Bruno’s face in one hand and squeezing his cheeks together, “We’ve been so busy lately, and I thought this would be a great way to spend some time with each other!”

To say the lack of proper quality time with your boyfriend has been frustrating for you would be a gross understatement, and Bruno silently scolds himself for not seeing sooner how much it’s been affecting you. Now you’re making him pay for the negligence in spades and the way you’re wiggling around in his lap is already beginning to affect him.

Bruno Bucciarati can mask his emotions with the best of them, but no one else knows him like you do. The hard flex of his jaw, how his brow twitches ever so lightly, the spark hiding in the depths of his deep blue eyes that’s growing brighter and sharper by the second. You know he’s pissed now, and the thought of it is already making arousal swoop through your insides. His eyes lock onto your and you have to clench your thighs tight not to melt into a puddle on his lap.

“If you let me go I could show you much better ways for us to do that, my love.” Bruno says, deep voice calm as he tries again to move, but your stand holds firm. The grip makes his cock stir in his slacks and you feel it twitch against your thigh, making you release a giggle the same time he grunts at the pressure your weight puts on it.

The bare expanse of Bruno’s chest is free real estate for your eager hands and you dip your fingers under the suit to trace the black lines of his tattoo and pinch at his rapidly heating skin. He’s held back so firmly that he can’t even give into the urge to push up into your touch, releasing small sounds from the back of his throat when you give a harsh squeeze to his nipples. Another laugh erupts from your chest and you don’t waste anymore time, smooth your hands up his pecs to pop his high collar open and kiss and nip your way up the column of his throat. You pause at the space where his jaw meets his ear to suck a deep mark into the skin.

Before Bruno can attempt more negotiations between his groaning you sit back up to shove three fingers past his full lips. It’s a wonder he doesn’t bite down on them with how angry he keeps glaring at you, but he doesn’t do anything to help you wet them either. You trail the digits along the sharp lines of his teeth, down against the soft muscle of his tongue and draw small circles over it to encourage the spit to gather in time with the way your hips roll against his. When you're satisfied with how wet they’ve become, your other hand unzips your pants and you use the soaked fingers to begin rubbing circles over your pulsing clit.

“Enough of this!” The slight crack in Bruno’s voice as he watches you work yourself over diminishes the serious tone he’s going for, “Let me go so I can touch you properly. Wouldn't you rather I—”

You silence the pleas with a press of your lips against his and soon enough you’re melting into each other, chasing down the heat that’s setting your nerve endings alight. The press and slide of your tongues betrays the calm demeanor he’s putting on, revealing how needy he really is for you. You nip at his lips as you pull away and Bruno bucks and struggles all over again, now even more desperate to get his hands on you.

“Mm, the more you fight me,” You pause and shiver at the pressure swirling against your clit, “the longer I want to keep you like this.”

Bruno looks like he could eat you alive right now and you smirk at the way he stills when you take your now sopping wet hand out of your pants so you can take his cock out. It’s thick, with a weight to it that always makes you smile in glee whenever you get your hands on it and a cute pink tip that hides under the foreskin. The first tight pump of the hard length makes him grunt deep and drawn out, bucking up in your fist as you start to set up a wet rhythm.

“F-fuck,” Bruno hisses through his teeth, trembling from the grip of your fist around his cock, from the way you kiss and lick the shell of his ear, move down lower and sink your teeth in and drag down his neck.

A pleased little sound bubbles out from your stand still holding Bruno tight, and his eyes roll into his skull as you pull back the foreskin to play with the slit of his cockhead. He’s already feeling so close just from this, but you know his body as well as your own. At the first sign he might cum just from this teasing you slow down your strokes, purposefully keep him teetering on the edge of bliss. It doesn’t take long for him to blaspheme your name, swearing at you enough that it would make the most hardened mafioso blush.

It’s easily ignored in favor of getting to your feet and removing your clothes. The snap of his jaw closing practically echoes through the room as you throw them past his head. His eyes widen as you settle over his lap again, your soaking wet heat dragging over the tip of his cock. You sink down on it just enough of the tip to convince Bruno you’re about to start riding him, then rise back up to start it over again. Set up a rhythm that makes him start thrashing beneath you.

“You whore!” Bruno bites out at the repeated denial, a word he rarely uses unless he’s really angry and you chuckle at the outburst. The rage boiling in his eyes only serves to encourage your arousal.

“Look how fast you’ve become desperate for me,” You coo in his ear, a flush burning hot and bright in his cheekbones, “Maybe if you beg for it, then I’ll give you what you want.”

A tense silence follows up your proposal and for a moment you think Bruno really is fed up with you. Until a smirk spreads across his plush lips, making another wave of heat wash over you. Before you can think about why he would put on such a face while in his position, Sticky Fingers’ open palm slaps hard across your face.

“I think that I’ve indulged in your little games for long enough.”

An explosion of stars light up behind your eyes, the force of the hit almost throwing you off Bruno completely if not for the stand’s big hands grabbing your hips and spearing you down on its master’s cock. You cry out at the mix of pain and toe curling pleasure from the stretch of Bruno’s length, pussy involuntary clenching around it and Bruno freely bucks up into the tight heat.

The ghostly apparition retracts back into its user and the sounds of multiple zippers take up the rest of the space your moans and whines can’t fill. Your own stand is long gone now, having vanished the instant Bruno zipped his limbs apart and Sticky Fingers was freed. He stands up with you still on his cock easily, and he lays you out on his desk with a blunt, harsh drop. So cock-drunk now that the press of his papers and pens is a distant afterthought as you mindlessly try to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t tell me you thought you really had the advantage this entire time?” Bruno laughs. His hands smooth up your sides, stopping to play with your chest. Harshly giving them the same treatment you had done to him, “Such cute little tits.” He teases, taking one in each hand and massaging them hard enough that it borders on painful. You whine when a hand rests firm around your throat, look up to see a playful glint in his eyes, “If you’re going to act like such a desperate little slut, then I’ll just have to treat you like one.”

A pair of extra arms emerges around him and suddenly Sticky Fingers grabs you by the legs to roughly bend you in half, the change of the angle making you squirm around Bruno’s cock.

“Ngh—” You try to moan at the slide of it against your g-spot but are cut off by the grip tightening around your neck. On instinct your hands shoot up to hold fast against Bruno’s arm, clawing at the tensing muscles under his sleeve and he laughs some more at your struggling.

“Sorry, what was that? Use your words, sweetheart.” Bruno huffs between harsh pants of breath, leaning in to pretend to care about what you have to say. The wet gurgles and your broken cries make his cock twitch and in turn your eyes begin rolling back at the feeling of it. He pulls himself out with a lewd sound until only the tip is left inside to slam it back in. He begins a brutal pace, hard enough to rattle everything on his desk, that would throw you off if Sticky Fingers wasn’t keeping a bruising grip on you.

Fire licks up your spine and swirls wild in your guts with every thrust, the lack of air and blunt force of his pelvis slapping against your sopping cunt making it grow faster. Just when your vision starts to swim with spots of black a wave of fresh air hits your lungs that you greedily suck in with a gasp of Bruno’s name. Said man groans along with you, licking up the drool rolling freely from between your lips.

“Look how wet you’ve become from this. You love being treated like my personal flesh light, don’t you?” He coos, giving your neck one final squeeze before the same hand rises up and connects with your face again with a sharp crack, “Answer me, slut.”

You respond at first with a wheezing cough, and Bruno is at least gracious enough to give you some time to regain your senses, “Yes, I love it! Oh fuck, Bruno, please. I’m so close—”

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” Bruno growls, silencing you with another slap across the opposite side of your face, “Thinking you can tease me this way and then get to cum first? I’m not going to let you get away with that. Now, be a good girl and I’ll cum in this pretty little cunt of yours.”

The angle of his thrusts changes as he talks down to you, purposefully avoiding your g-spot now as he chases his own release. Just the thought of his denial makes your pussy throb in sync with his thrusts. You reach up to grab Bruno’s wide shoulders so you have something to hang onto for the ride but he takes your wrists in each hand and slams them down onto the desk and doesn't let go.

“Fuck, aah, my pretty little slut—” He breathes low into your ear and the cute little noises you make as he kisses down your chest to bite along the soft skin of your breasts is what does him in. Bruno seats himself balls deep, groaning and cock twitching as the heat of his release fills you up. Wanting to milk him for every last drop you purposefully clench around him and try to grind into it. He bites his lip at the sensation around his spent cock, reveling in the feeling until he can’t handle it anymore and pulls out of you with an obscene squelch.

Even with Sticky Fingers’ grip on your legs you can’t help but keen and squirm around at the giant hands as one of Bruno’s descends on your clit, using the mix of his cum and your juices to ease the way in bringing you over the edge. You reach it with a sharp cry of his name, thighs twitch under his stand’s palms and your nails claw deep marks into the desk.

Afterwards, there’s only the harsh sounds of your mingling breaths and the wet tracks of sweat rolling down Bruno’s face. You can finally register the feeling of what might be a pen digging into your back but ignore it in favor of staring ogling all the marks you’ve left on Bruno’s chest and neck. Sticky Fingers silently disappears back into his master but you don’t bother trying to move, knowing for a fact that your overworked body won’t be able to handle it just yet. Bruno’s brow twitches when you lock eyes, obviously still completely fed up with you and it makes a giggle bubble up from your chest at the sight.

“So, uuuh,” Your voice cracks around a smirk and you give an exaggerated wiggle of your eyebrows, “About that debriefing.”

#bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #jjba part 5

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 years ago

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For the writing starters, “I didn’t know where else to go” with Pepa and Bruno perhaps? :D

This is a long one. I threw in Felix as well, cause my man needs some love too. I imagine them all to be somewhere between 16-17 years old

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"Pepa. Your weird brother is here."

Pepa, young and impulsive and with a protective streak a mile wide, bites her tongue until she can taste blood. She wants to tell Alecia to shut her trap, wants to kick Rico's shin for snickering like a donkey, wants to turn her back on this small group of teenagers that have big mouths but nothing to show for it, and never look back.

But Felix is part of that group. They are his friends and cousins (twice removed, but still!) and she likes him. Oh, she likes him so much. Her heart does a summersault every time she sees him and it's all she can do to keep the rainbow suppressed when he smiles at her.

They have talked once or twice, but today is the first day that he's invited her to hang out with him and his friends in that little clearing in the woods. She still doesn't know if he likes her that way, but the hope is like a beast in her chest, wild and untamed. She wants to make a good impression. She wants his friends to like her and she wants to be everything he could ever want in a girl.

But all she is right now is the sister of the village weirdo.

Pepa doesn't want to think like that. Bruno knows how important today is (he'd begged her to shut up about this 'date but maybe not date oh my, do you think it's a date?' just this morning). He wouldn't come here if it wasn't important.

But all the same, when her eyes find him hiding behind a tree, watching her and the others, a surprising amount of frustration within her bubbles to the surface and a small cloud gathers above her head. It's not solely his fault. She has been stressed for days about this meeting and now that she's here her anxiety doesn't get better but worse. She is analysing every look, every word. Is there a double meaning behind any of it? Was Felix' cousin laughing at her joke or laughing at her? Is Felix really looking at her with affection or is it just condescension?

She's never felt so insecure before and seeing her brother cowering behind a tree, the hood of his oversized ruana pulled up and into his face, doesn't help any. He looks like a wraith. He looks like the brujo they all accuse him of being, watching them from the shadows of the treeline, all creepy and stuff.

"What a freak." Osvaldo mutters.

"Hey!" It's Felix who snaps at him and if Pepa wasn't so embarrassed, she might have appreciated it more than she does. "Shut it, Oz!" He turns to Pepa and tries to catch her gaze. "You wanna go and see what he needs?"

Pepa can't meet his eyes, just nods and hurries over to her brother with quick, agitated steps. Bruno must know that she is coming, but he is still half hiding behind that stupid tree. He has buried his nails into the bark and keeps his head down. She can't see his face at all.

"Bruno!" Pepa hisses as soon as she is close enough. She allows herself a small cloud, hoping that she is far enough away that Felix won't see. "What are you doing here?"

"M'sorry." he mumbles. "I just... Juli s'with Mama and..."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Pepa explodes. She can feel the stares of the others on her back like needles poking her, drawing blood, poisoning her mind and soul. "Dios Bruno. Can't you spend one afternoon without one of us holding your hand?"

Her little brother flinches back from her anger and Pepa immediately feels guilt clawing at her chest. She also can't help but notice that he is clinging to that tree with a kind of focus that almost seems desperate.

"M'sorry." he repeats and Pepa feels a pit form in her stomach. His voice is shaking, his arms too. He sounds like he is on the verge of crying. "I don't wan' Mama to know. I didn't know where else to go."

"Brunito." Her voice is soft now, soothing, her anger already nothing more than a fleeting memory. Something is wrong. Very wrong. "Look at me."

He doesn't. Pepa has to grab his shoulder and guide his face up with a careful hand under his chin.

She gasps when it comes into view and immediately brushes the hood away to get a better look. The black eye and split lip aren't even the worst.

The worst is the bruise at his temple and the dazed look in his eyes.

Panic seizes her heart. She's seen enough concussions while helping Julieta hand out food to know the signs.

The panic is quickly overshadowed by a cold, hard fury.

"Who did this?" she asks, eerily calm. Her hand is still cupping his chin, her thumb brushing over his cheek. Careful. So careful, as if she is handling cracked glass. Only the thundering, black cloud over her head betrays the turmoil wreaking havoc under her skin.

Bruno shakes his head. Of course he does. He never willingly tells her who his attackers are. Not that it matters. Pepa will find out. She always does and when she does? May God have mercy with them.

Cause Pepa won't.

"Everything alright here?"

Pepa whirls around and tries to shield her brother. She knows the voice and knows that he won't harm them, but her instincts are going haywire. Everything suddenly seems like a threat.

Even wonderful Felix, who is standing at her shoulder and winces in sympathy when he sees Bruno's face.

"Ay mierde, hombrecito! That looks bad. Who did this?"

Bruno just stares at the other boy and stays silent. Pepa really doesn't like the dazed look in his eyes. They need to find Juli and lure her away from Mama's side. As much as Pepa would like to trust their Mama to deal with this in a satisfactory manner, Pepa knows that she will only talk with the bullies and their parents. If she even bothers to find out who they are and doesn't just tell Bruno to make more of an effort to 'make nice' with the other kids.

No no. The time for talking has passed years ago. This needs Pepa's personal, physical touch and she can only do that if her mother isn't aware enough to stop her.

"Don't worry. I'll find out.", she promises darkly. "I have to get him home. I think he has a concussion."

"I'll come with you. Maybe whoever did this is still around."

"I can protect us!" Pepa can't help bristling. The cloud over her head thunders ominously.

Felix stares at the dark mass over their heads and Pepa feels like crying. He will never ask her out on a proper date now. Boys don't like violent girls. They don't want to be intimidated by a girl. They want to feel strong and in control. They want a pretty, vulnerable girl, who they can protect, who wants to be protected. They want everything Pepa is not. After today, Felix will never look at her and think-

"Beautiful." The whisper is more breath than actual sound and Pepa almost convinces herself that she has imagined it. Felix stares at her cloud for a second longer with wonder and adoration, before he grins at the pair. He helps her steady her brother who is leaning dangerously to the side. "I know you can, Pepa. But I want to help you. Both of you."

She just nods, too stunned to speak. Bruno leans heavily into her side, but doesn't shake Felix's hand off his shoulder. Which is either an amazing sign of trust or proof that he is even more out of it than she thought.

They turn to leave and the group they leave behind shouts after them. Something about abandoning them and to not bother coming back if they leave now. Pepa couldn't care less and Felix doesn't even turn around, just cheerfully tells her to ignore los cabrones. He has slung one of Bruno's arms over his shoulder and periodically pats his back.

Their progress is slow and Pepa grows more and more worried the longer Bruno stays silent. But when he opens his mouth, she kinda wishes that he hadn't, since he is apparently way too out of it to know what is going on.

Or rather, who is with them.

"Sorry Pepi. Din't wanna crash y'r date with Felix."

Pepa keeps her face straight ahead. She will not react. She will NOT react. Other than the bright hot flush on her cheeks and the mist suddenly surrounding her head, she will not react.

"Don't worry, amigo." Felix says. His voice sounds… it sounds actually pretty happy.

Pepa glances at him over Bruno's head and her heart skips a beat at the smile he regards her with. He winks at her and she thinks she might swoon. "We'll just have to continue this after your sister beat up whoever did this to you. Or maybe that actually could be our next date. I definitely want to see that."

Pepa grins. "Sure. It's a date."

(Bruno later tells her that, if the concussion hadn't made him throw up minutes later, it would have been their cheesy flirting. Pepa just ruffles his hair and keeps preparing for her date. Felix has just confirmed that the bully suspects nothing and has agreed to meet them in that clearing in an hour.

She cracks her knuckles.

It will be so romantic.)

#Pepa turned a little unhinged there in the end #Oops #bruno whump #bruno madrigal needs a hug #Pepa Madrigal needs a hug #Felix is best guy #Bruno Angst #Pepa Angst #Young Triplets Encanto #encanto #encanto fanfic #answered ask #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal

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heretohelptheidiots · 3 years ago

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Clearing trails

18+ you have been warned

@djtjsmith14 I ran with your idea.

Today was the day. You would finally tell her. Nothing would stand in your way. No hesitation, no fear. You would be bold and.

“Hi y/n.”

“H-hi Luisa.” Well so much for that. “You look really nice today. I mean you look nice everyday, I mean-“

“Thanks, you too.” Luisa said, using her hip to move a boulder had rolled onto one of the forest paths. It never ceased to amaze you how she could do that. “Did you need something?”

“No! No, I just wanted to spend time with you. Unless I’m bothering you, and then I can-“

“You’re fine. The company is nice.” She favored you with a warm smiled that put butterflies in your stomach.

“S-so, how are you?” You asked, leaning against a tree, trying to look alluring.

“I’m fine, it’s been interesting having Tio Bruno back among us. And the rats are definitely an adjustment.” You nodded. “Let’s see, what else? Things are going better with Isa and Mirabel, so that’s a relief. People around town as doing a bunch of their own heavy lifting which has me only doing the stuff they can’t. That’s weird, but not bad. I do worry that some of them are going to over do it. I don’t want people getting hurt.”

“You really are a good person, you know?” You said, walking a little closer. Luisa tried to wave off the compliments. “No really, you go so far out of your way for the good of everyone else, and take care of everyone’s problems. Somebody should be taking care of you.”

“I’m taken care of. I have my family all watching out for me.” She turned to look at you, a realization dawning on her face before her expression became unreadable.

“Oh I uh, I think I hear my mother calling me-“ you said turning to leave

“Unless you gained Dolores’s power, no you don’t.” Luisa grabbed your wrist carefully pulling you back around. Her other hand came to the small of your back guiding you in closer. You went pink, but didn’t try to pull away, enjoying how close she was.

“I take it my feelings aren’t unrequited?” You breathed.

“No.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I have.”

“Wait, really? Who? Nevermind you don’t have to-“

“Juanita.”

“You and Juanita the ice Queen?” You asked, quite taken aback by that revelation.

“Yeah, there were a few times she wasn’t completely fridgid, and there’s a reason we aren’t on speaking terms anymore.”

“I never knew. I must be oblivious to have missed that.”

“I’ve liked you for two years.”

“Oh, really oblivious then.” Luisa laughed and kissed your forehead.

“It’s alright, I didn’t have very much time to spend with you before, but now, I get to have you all to myself.” To illustrate her point, she picked you up, setting you carefully on a rock, her body between your legs. You gasped softly before reaching up and guiding her face to yours.

The kisses started slow and soft, increasing in aggression and need as time went on. One of your hands tangled in the soft curls while the other gripped the back of her shirt. Her hands were not nearly so still. They roamed across your body squeezing, pulling, pushing your skirts up your legs. You gasped and pulled away as they squeezed the tops of your thighs, her thumbs dangerously close to your core.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her voice was rough, her pupils lust blown. A red glow was across her cheeks, and her breathing was a little ragged.

“No. I just… I haven’t. How would this even work?” You panted.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer came without a single hesitation. She nodded, picking you back up and laying you down on the soft grass. Her hands found the waist of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. Once they were out of the way, she began to kiss your inner thighs, one hand holding you legs apart, the other reaching up to touch your breasts. Her breath occasionally went over your core causing your hips to twitch toward the sensation.

“Please.” You whined, needing more. Luisa didn’t require anymore prompting. She lifted your hips, her hands holding your thighs exactly where she wanted them as her tongue stroked along your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping in, rubbing the spot just inside. You did try to hold still, your hands gripping the grass, but doing anything against Luisa’s grip was futile as she sped up, not wanting to leave you waiting too long. You tried to muffle your pleasured cries with a hand, found that you couldn’t hold that still long enough. You repeated her name over and over again with increasing desperation until the shock waves hit. She kept licking was you whimpered and thrashed, drawing it out as long as she could until.

“Ple-please stop.” You asked. She gently set your trembling body down, before wiping her mouth.

“You okay?” She asked, moving over the top of you, her hands to either side of your head.

“Y-yeah.” You panted. You sat up a little, kissing her softly. She groaned a little, pressing you back down, letting you take some of her bodywieght. You shifted slightly and she let you push her over.

You needed her help to remove her underwear, and she stopped you before you could get to far.

“Use your fingers, I don’t want your head getting hurt, it’s been a while, so my control might be weaker than it was.” She guided gently, pulling you in for another kiss. You hummed a little in response, putting both hands to work squeezing her breasts. She moaned, pressing into your hands, her kisses becoming messier with the increased pleasure. Your fingers dipped between her legs, a single digit caressing her clit. She gave a shuddering gasp, as you continued lightly brushing.

“Please. Harder.” She commanded, you gave an even lighter stroke before actually increasing the pressure. “Tea-ahh!” She gasped. Her face turned away from yours leaving her neck exposed to a onslaught of kisses and love bites as she fought to stay still.

“Y/n yes, right there. Right there. Ah.” Her muscles locked, holding her in place as her clit throbbed. “Stopstopstop!” She gasped, you did as you were told and she curled her legs into her body. “Yup it’s been a minute.” She said her limbs shaking.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, crawling forward to her head.

“No. No that’s was, that was good.” She panted. You’d never seen Luisa actually looking like she had exerted herself before. It was pretty cute though. “I need to clear trails with you more often.”

#encanto #disney encanto #luisaxreader #luisa/reader #luisa madrigal #Luisa lemon #fanfic #reader insert #luisa smut

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insertmesoftly · 2 years ago

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Villain Bruno x Defiant Fem Y/N (CW Dubcon/Breeding Kink)

@vocalvixen20cp For you ❤️

You shakily got home, exhausted after a day of work. The town was excited, it would be Antonio's birthday and finally, the night he would receive his gift. Though your neighbors and friends kept asking you to join them... you kept refusing. You were too tired. Parties aren't your thing. It was true but...

You still felt like a liar.

You dropped your cloak on the floor and moved up your stairs. You couldn't relax yet. You knew the worst was to come.

You opened your door, expecting to see the familiar signs of a temper tantrum. You saw a calm, humming Bruno, still with the ponytail you’d given him that day, instead. He turned to see you and his smile widened.

'You got here earlier than expected! What, no time to party?'

This... confused you. You knew how he felt about his family. You expected him to be in a flurry over the newest addition to the family getting his powers. Getting accepted. You furrowed your brows as you walked in.

'No... I didn't want to. Are... you alright? You're off today...'

'Ay, tesoro.' He moved to be in front of you sweeping you in his arms and readily nuzzling your neck.

'You're so thoughtful... you deserve a reward.'

'A.... reward?'

'Of course.' He's still on your neck, giving it kisses, his hand exploring your flesh.

'Who else do I owe everything to? You deserve... to be taken care of.' He finally separates just a bit to look at you. You know he's scheming something. You can tell by his tone and eyes. You don't trust this... but you also saw no reason to disagree. It's been a while since your first fuck.

'Alright... what do you have in mind?'

His grin widens as he takes you by the hand.

It started with gentle kisses on the bed as he took off your clothes and left a trail all the way down until he was met with your lips. He gingerly began to lick at your labia, his hands kneading your thighs, rubbing them up and down. They stayed on your hips as his tongue delved deeper. Your breathing staggered and your hands gripped his head, your tight grip undoing his hair.

‘Aah… Bruno…’ He was being so gentle, unlike the first time. He’s being way too… unlike himself. Despite your enjoyment, you pull on his hair and make him look at you. He looked surprised but pleased.

‘What? Am I doing a bad job?’

‘No…. You need to tell me what you have planned.’ Your anxiety could not rest. It’s Bruno. He’s always had wild ideas. ‘Are you trying to distract me from something? What did you do?’

Your grip tightened enough to make him hiss, but his smile remained. ‘There’s nothing to really say. I just wanted to give you a good night… Is it a crime to want to make you feel the best I can?’

He moved his hand to forcefully separate yours from his hair. His ponytail was undone now, he took off the band that held it together and remade it hastily. Some hair still slipped away but he didn’t care as he took your legs and moved them with him as he rose. Now you had to be on your back as he stood, unable to grab at him again. He was less soft with his licks, nicking parts of you with his teeth, sucking on your clit as he fingered you. You had spurned his good graces, so now he was paying you back. You squirmed beneath him, your first orgasm ripped out of you with convulsions from the quickness of his actions.

‘WHAT WAS THAT?!’

‘Just the warm-up!’ He undid his britches and pulled out his cock, stroking himself after lowering you back down.

‘I need you to be soft… and prepared.�� At your glower he teased you by pinching your cheek. ‘That won’t do…’ He flipped you around simple enough and held your arms behind you as you squealed indignantly.

‘What are you doing?? There’s something off about you today! What are you hiding?’ You tried to face him, but he pressed your head down as he positioned you.

‘I told you…’

He aimed himself and slowly entered you, the act deliberately taking longer than it should. He made a noise in the back of his throat, nestling himself as far as he could before leaning down to kiss your back.

‘I just want you to feel good…’

You shivered. ‘….. Cabron.’

He snickered and began his slow thrusts. His hands gripped at your breasts, enjoying keeping them in place and feeling them. Nothing bad had presented itself… so you decided to enjoy the sex, slightly whimpering whenever he grazed your sensitive spot, moving in time with him so that he could hit it again. Bruno cooed at you for giving in, moving to your neck and humming into your ear as he continued rocking at a steady pace.

‘You feel wonderful, tesoro.’

‘Hmmm… I’d better, since you’re always on me like a dog.’

Bruno bit your neck at this, but you knew he wouldn’t feel insulted. Or you had hoped…

‘I am a dog… I’m yours, aren’t I?’

He moved away from you, his hands now firmly on your hips. He gave you a few squeezes as he quickened, every shot a direct hit for you.

‘Shit-Shit-Shit, can you- Slow down a little!’

‘Sorry, can’t hear you! I’m a dog, so I don’t know when to stop. I just want to fuck.’

He practically growled his last line, his nails dug into your flesh. He was going as fast as he wanted to, as deep as he cared to, though you were close to another orgasm, the sudden feeling of him twitching made your stomach become knotted.

‘Wait- Bruno- get out! Let go of-!’

‘Can’t! Hear! You!’ He was doing this on purpose. He was going to cum inside you. You squirmed at the sensation, your first time feeling him as he let out his breath and shoved as deep as he could, shot after shot of hot liquid filling you up.

You gasped for breath and trembled beneath him, unsure of what to do or what to say. You moved a hand to try to shove him off, he gripped it against your back and spoke through his heavy breathing.

‘We aren’t done yet… At least one more load for tonight…’ He pulled out just a bit, and pushed inside again, the obscene noise from it made your toes curl.

‘Bruno… why?’ Your mind was racing, you were still in shock. ‘You want me to get pregnant? You want me to have kids???’

‘Well, yeah, obviously!’ He leaned back to be close to your neck, talking into your ear.

'Come on, mi vida. It's not fair to let my sisters win. We should give the family some new Madrigals to really celebrate...'

This was it? What he was so sneaky about all night?!

‘So, what, this is all just petty revenge?!’

‘Of course not!’ He got weirdly quiet for a second, repositioning himself to not lean on you with his weight, before continuing.

‘I thought about it. We can do it. We can have kids. And we’ll raise them better…’ His arms circled around you, like an embrace. He nuzzled your neck.

'Don't you love me? Don't you want to please me?' His hand moved over your abdomen where he could feel his own thrusts. He clenched his hand over your skin, his eyes glazing at the image in his head, grunts following every word.

'I want your belly full with twins. And more after them. I want to have the most kids in the family... ngh, and we're already so late.' He paused to whisper in your ear, squeezing a tit and rolling a nipple between his fingers, his breath hitching as you clenched around him. 'I need to keep you full. I want to keep you stretched. Every night, mi vida, we need to keep going, we need to beat them, don't we?'

He turned you around to look at you, a bit of his previous load slips as he momentarily releases you, but he's back to plug you up in a second. His eyes have you unable to look away, his grin stretching his face as he laughs at you.

'Why are you looking at me like that? You said you'd do anything to help me before... Pooooor Bruno,' his hand brushes your cheek and he’s back to thrusting, you wince. You can already feel bruising.

'I know you pitied me. That's how all of this started, right? Poor, loser Bruno. Rejected by his family. Out in the streets like a dog. You should've known better than to take a stray in.'

His hand moves to your neck, massaging it it, contemplating giving it a squeeze, but he settled it back to be between your breasts. He could feel your heavy breathing and thunderous heart at once and he reveled in being the cause. He leaned back down to give you a kiss, sweet, sloppy, tender. He inhales your breath as he leaves you.

'Pobrecita. I'm never going to leave you.'

You cry out as the hand on your chest moved to tease your clit. He's on your neck; the biting, the licking, the rubbing, the thrusts. You whine, shrill sounds escaping your throat as you writhe under him, helpless to the overwhelming stimulation.

'Bruno! Stop!'

'Haaah, but you're making such pretty sounds, amor. Keep going.' He kisses the bottom of your chin, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin.

His tone stayed sweet. 'Come on, I've got you. I've got you... Cum for me? Andale, mi amor. Be a good girl...'

He picked you up with one arm, angling you better to where he knew you'd feel him the most, still touching you without his tempo stopping. He licks your chest and nibbles on a breast.

'I've got you... I want you to finish... please? Come on, baby, you're... so close I can feel it.'

'Fuck!' You gripped your pillow tightly and screamed as you did what he asked, thrusting back with him, clenching his dick, begging for his release too as you rode yours out.

'Bruno, more! More! More!' You cried. You wanted to be full, you wanted more heat, you wanted him to feel good to. Your permission was all he wanted.

'As you wish.' He thrusted a few more times, cumming inside you and dragging it out as you slowly became a ragdoll beneath him. You breathed hard as you felt every spurt spill, warmth pulling and staying even as he stopped.

So much had happened, you were both tired and running off the high. Still, he laughed deliriously at what you unwittingly have agreed to.

'You like this. You want this. Come on.'

He sounds so condescending; your irritation grows as he pinches your nose.

'Admit you want me to fuck you every night like this.'

You groan and try pushing him back, ready to get clean.

'I'm not going to admit to anything... you always do what you want anyways.'

'Aaww... wait.' Bruno stops your movements, pushing you back to bed a bit forcefully.

'We don't want any of my cum getting out of you.... yet.' He corrected the last bit at your expression. He slowly peeled himself away from you, thrusting back in any sperm that spurted without him.

'We should find a way to plug you up...'

'Bruno, I'm not going to try shoving anything that isn't safe inside me.'

'You already took me in! Why don't we try a few more- OUCH, ok, STOP MOVING!!'

He held down your legs as you kicked him, more concerned over the leaking than his own safety.

'Okay, okay. We can talk about it later. Just... stay put. I'll clean.'

Your eyebrows raised. 'You? The slob? Since when were you this nice?'

He scowled at your insult but got out of bed and kissed your forehead anyways.

'Since you agreed to have my kids.' He didn't stop at that, opting for a proper, deep kiss.

You hummed at the sudden sentiment, still wide eyed as he departed from you. His smile was soft. So unlike him.

His forehead pressed yours.

'You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you.'

You gave a little nod, unable to use your voice. He chuckled just a bit, his eyes closed and opened back to his usual asshole expression.

'Well, that's that.'

Enough being vulnerable. He got up and started doing as he promised, switching the sheets gently the best he could and wiping your body with a wet towel. He marveled at your stomach and couldn’t help caressing it as he watched it rise and fall with your breaths.

You can't leave him now. He felt reassured from the way you took him. You won’t be getting rid of him.

You're bound to him.

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whogavemoththerighttohyperfix · 3 years ago

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Ok so the announcement for the DVD BluRay for encanto just came out

Special Features and Technical Specs:

HDR PRESENTATION OF THE FILM

DOLBY ATMOS AUDIO TRACK

Sing Along with the Movie – Sing along with your favorite songs with on-screen lyrics as you watch the movie.

Familia Lo Es Todo – Members of the Disney Animation "Familia" cultural trust share real-life experiences in this exploration of the lovable Madrigal family members. We learn what inspired each character, and about how the artists' designs bring realism to their personalities.

Discover Colombia – The filmmaking team discusses how the multiple cultures, biodiversity and vibrant colors of Colombia are expressed in Encanto. They describe how satisfying it was to fully celebrate this beautiful country and support the theme of magical realism.

A Journey Through Music – The filmmakers invite us to discover how each character came to be represented musically. We follow the creation of Encanto's Colombian-inspired music, featuring Lin-Manuel Miranda's songs and Germaine Franco's score, from concept to final recording.

Let's Talk About Bruno – Learn how the song "We Don't Talk About Bruno," with its intriguing undertones, was created. Discover the extensive collaboration between Lin-Manuel Miranda, choreographer Jamal Sims, the voice cast and animators in bringing it to the screen.

Our Casita – La Casa Madrigal is alive with magic, and its emotional state is affected by other family members. From its colorful doors to its fine stonework, the magical house was designed using principles of Colombian tradition.

Outtakes – From the thrill of "nailing" a take in the presence of an entertainment industry icon to the hilarity of losing a wrestling match with tongue-twisting dialogue, join the cast for some good-natured fun from behind the microphone.

Journey to Colombia – With the help of the Colombian Cultural Trust, a dedicated team of consultants, the filmmakers of Encanto embark on a journey of discovery to learn more about Colombia and how best to reflect the country's cultures and environments on the big screen.

An Introduction to Far From the Tree – Writer and director Natalie Nourigat introduces the Walt Disney Animation Studios short film Far From the Tree.

Far From the Tree – Parenting is hard, especially when curiosity tugs at a young raccoon whose parent tries to keep them both safe. In the Walt Disney Animation Studios short Far From the Tree, this youngster learns to live with an open heart… even as danger lurks.

Deleted Scenes

Introduction – Heads of Story Jason Hand and Nancy Kruse present four scenes not seen in the film's release, but were part of the journey toward the final version of the story.

Chores! – Abuela has sent most of the family to town on various assignments that bring them acclaim, while Mirabel, her father and uncle are asked to clean the house.

Another Way In – Mirabel attempts to understand a clue found in her uncle's vision. To make this happen, she must go through Antonio's room, where adventures unfold.

Isabela Goes Into the Woods – When Mirabel sees her sister head for apparent danger in the woods, she races to save her, and encounters the surprise of a lifetime!

Back to the Mural – Feeling rejected, Mirabel goes back to town. Abuela seeks her out and reveals a part of her personality that her granddaughter has never seen.

Song Selection – Jump to your favorite musical moments, with on-screen lyrics.

The Family Madrigal

Colombia, Mi Encanto

Waiting on a Miracle

Surface Pressure

We Don't Talk About Bruno

What Else Can I Do

Dos Oruguitas

All of You

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miracles-and-butterflies · 2 years ago

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Prompt request please: Everyone's reactions when Mirabel runs away

(Sorry in advance, I'll be asking for more prompts in the future as well as other stuff).

(Don’t be sorry at all - I look forward to them.)

Considering we see some of the reactions in the film - Alma, Bruno, Julieta - I won’t do literally everyone. And I can’t promise it’ll be any good. But here’s a short extract; do remember everyone is still reeling after the event and emotions are high.

Weighted Regret

Fuck the townspeople.

How dare they do nothing and continue as normal whilst her baby sister was missing, if not dead?

Tía Pepa had huddled Antonio and Camilo close, singing some familiar lullaby. She’d extended a hand to the older girls, but Dolores had already agreed to help her father in the search, and her nieces looked uninterested, though their eyes betrayed them, shiny with longing for that comfort.

If Luisa listens carefully, she can hear the childish questions of her young cousins:

“Will Casita fix itself?”

“Will we have to move into a new house?”

“Do you think my animals will move into our new house?”

The woman looks shellshocked, but she tries. She tries to offer a reassuring smile, she tries to deny the tears threatening to spill, she tries to ignore the fact all her children are safe and Julieta’s aren’t. The worst part is that it’s working.

It’s pissing Luisa off. How the three of them are sat, hugging, so oblivious to what’s going on. Because she wants to sit with her younger sister and mother too! But she doesn’t deserve it.

Dolores has been nothing but determined since they started looking. She was logical too. She’d argued that on short and definitely sore legs (if not injured), Mirabel can’t have gone far and the townspeople wouldn’t be of any use to her, therefore the girl had to be on the outskirts of town but still close by Casita.

But her logical and quietness makes her seem uncaring, and Luisa hates that too. How does she always know what to say? Why can’t that be her?

Tío Félix had tried to take on a leadership role. To be fair, he was the oldest, besides Abuela. Not that age should make a leader by default, Luisa would have descended into anarchy if she had to follow Isabela’s orders.

But, he’d been unusually solemn. Taking a moment to gently pat both sisters on the shoulder before departing with Dolores.

Even if he hadn’t said anything, he definitely agreed with Isabela.

“She can’t just be missing,” Isabela had argued earlier. “She might not have survived. It was a stressful situation and Mama could have just imagined it.” She’d turned her head towards the remains and pushed a heavy chunk of debris, possibly once a wall, to reveal a shattered family photo. “I think we should remove this stuff first. There’s no point looking until we know if Mama actually saw her.”

Luisa bit her tongue.

She hated how there was reason behind it. None of them had seen Mirabel; Mirabel hadn’t interacted with their mother. Then again, if it had been real, if they didn’t look for the girl now, she’ll definitely be dead by the time they do. No doubt that’s what the spoiled brat wanted.

This entire thing was bitter, like the sickeningly metallic taste in her mouth.

So, Luisa had bitten her tongue.

In front of the others, at least. She couldn’t hold herself back when they were far away, with only Dolores and Tío Félix to hear her.

“Why? Why would you say that?” Luisa spat, glaring at the older woman.

“It’s likely. How come nobody saw Mirabel get up and leave?” Isabela replied. “The miracle went out before she got stuck inside. Maybe Casita couldn’t save her. I know we were told to remain optimistic or whatever, but there’s nothing to be optimistic about.”

“Yeah, no shit, you fucking idiot.”

“Okay, that’s it. What is your fucking problem? You’ve been moody since we left. And I get you’re stressed and worried and whatever else you’re feeling right now, but I’m trying to help here. We need to stay focused or we’re not gonna find anything.”

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a conniving, selfish bitch, none of this would have happened in the first place!”

That’s it, right there.

Isabela recoils, physically, as if sprayed by some toxin. Her eyes narrow, her nostrils flare, her lip curls. She looks nothing like the famed beauty of Encanto, more like a prowling tiger. “I am not selfish.”

“Say that to Dolores and Mirabel and anyone else you hurt,” she says sarcastically. She tries to steady herself with the support of a nearby tree. It’s useless. Truthfully, she doesn’t know where this anger is coming from, but she just can’t seem to calm herself down.

“You didn’t stand up for her either.”

At the mention of the youngest sister and the argument that caused this, Dolores claims to hear something and guides her father away.

“How dare you?” Luisa steps closer, towering. “How dare you even speak about my hermanita?! You have no idea what it’s been like for her or me. All she did was try to fix our family, because someone selfishly,” there’s that word again. “Decided to bewitch our cousin’s soulmate into thinking marrying her was a good idea!”

“Don’t you dare. You know that is not how it happened.” Isabela growled. “She is our sister and I’m just as hurt as you are. The difference being I can admit that I’ve used her as a scapegoat for the past ten years, while you sit on your high horse, without giving a damn to what your neglect has done to her. Now, get away from me, Luisa.”

She glares. “No. Seeing as you don’t wanna help, you can leave. I’m staying here. I’m staying and looking for my sister.”

“Our, Luisa!” The older goes to say more, but seemingly thinks better of it. Good, Luisa doesn’t want to hear it. But she does wonder what it was. “Alright, I’ll leave. I know when I’m not wanted. But I’m not going to stop searching, as you so clearly want, because she is our sister and I care about her.”

“No, you don’t,” Luisa argues.

Isabela doesn’t give a reply this time. But it infuriates Luisa all the same, she clenches her fist around the branch. It snaps, easily. She might not have her super strength, but the years of building her muscles don’t leave her helpless.

Neither of them react to it.

“I do care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. You’re upset that you didn’t do anything to help her when she need it and you’re projecting that onto me because you’re the perfectly good older sister,” Isabela huffs, then, “If you ask me, you’re the one who’s being selfish.”

And with that, Isabela turns on her heel and disappears into the greenery, leaving Luisa alone with her thoughts.

Fuck the townspeople.

Fuck Isabela.

Fuck herself too.

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