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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Julieta overworking herself and her husband just being her husband
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Julieta in D2 maybeee
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Julieta in D2 maybeee
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Happy Mother's Day to my favorite fictional moms! 🧡💙💜
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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She’s so cute, my heart can’t with her
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Nurse!Julieta was stuck into my brain
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Are you going to draw a stoner madrigal piece of art of Julieta and Agustín making up and by that I mean of her pinned up on the vanity 😅
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just for you, anon <3
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Little sneak preview of the story I've been writing because I love this section so much:
*trigger warning for discussion of suicidal ideation and attempt*
 "My entire life, all I have ever wanted to do was protect you three. To keep you out of harm’s way. But I didn’t do that with you,” she said mournfully.
“You didn’t know, mamá.”
“I should have. It’s a mother’s job to know how her children are doing. You asked why I didn’t help you when you were struggling. Ever since you were a child, you always felt things more deeply than your brother and sister. Something that wouldn’t upset them would bring you to tears. If you saw a hurt animal, you would cry for hours. Injustice would make your blood boil.” Alma picked a loose thread off Pepa’s dress. “Your brother and sister cared, but not the way you did. When you felt things, it would overcome you. And that scared me.”
“It scared me too, mamá!” Pepa responded, growing angry again. “Why didn’t you do anything? You just let me suffer.”
“Because I didn’t understand it.” Alma took Pepa’s hands in hers. “I knew you were hurting, but I didn’t know how to help you, other than to try and make it stop.”
“But you weren’t making it stop, mamá. All you did was force me to push down the bad feelings because I didn’t want to upset you.”
“I just wanted to protect you, Pepa.” Alma rocked her in her arms. “I wanted your bad feelings to go away so they would stop hurting you.”
“They didn’t go away. They just festered and grew bigger. I needed a way to let them out. But I had to keep suppressing them for years until they got to the breaking point!”
“I am so sorry, Pepa…”
“All you cared about was how things looked. Under the surface, I was drowning. Do you even know how many times I considered doing…what I did today?”
“You’ve felt this way for a while.” It was a statement, not a question.
“For years, mamá. I felt worthless. Like I was disappointing you. My stupid emotions that I couldn’t control endangered people. My family, my children. My precious baby Antonio. This seemed like the best way to protect them…from me.”
“Oh, Pepa…” Alma engulfed her in a crushing hug. “I guess we both went about trying to protect our families the wrong way.”
“They would be better off without me,” Pepa sulked. “You all would.”
“Nonsense. You make our lives better. Not having you here is unimaginable.” Alma swallowed hard. “Today, when we found you, lying in bed, lifeless, it felt like the sun had been extinguished.”
That knocked the wind out of Pepa. “Mamá…”
“You may have rain and wind, but you also have sunshine, Pepa. You bring light into our lives. Don’t take that away.” Alma’s hands ran down Pepa’s back. “Don’t take away our sunshine.”
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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they are so cute i can't.
(this was supposed to be a scene from a oneshot i wanted to write (they are younger here), but i drew them instead)
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Here are some Julieta x Augustin fluff fanfics I recommend
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37291132
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37330303
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37461799
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38040670
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37158733?view_adult=true
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37428457
⬆️This on is a little angsty (only a little)
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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If you’re taking prompts, could I please have 113 for Félix/Pepa?
OMG OMG OMG I FREAKING LOVE YOUR WRITING THIS IS KAKAJSJISJSB
Well… I’m taking my finalls next month so I don’t think I’ll have much time to write. But once I’m free I’ll give it a try… it’s been 6 years since the last time I wrote something, it will be funny
Also, It will be my first time writing in English 🥶
Thanks for the ask cutie ☺️☺️
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Julieta in glasses.
That's it, that's the ask.
I mean… she can see s%it but she looks neat af
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Pepa has a praise kink. Just look at her, she absolutely melts into a puddle when Félix praises her. I’d love to see this in action, please.
Aye I gotchu 👍 let's get some Pepa praise in a bitch.
Birthday's in a Madrigal household were KINDA a big deal, especially when its the original triplets. It was an all day event, literally only stopping till it was well into the night. Not that Pepa minded, if it were up to her, she'd party till the sun came up. But with Julieta being tired and Bruno having a small limit for social interaction, the party unfortunately had to end. Well, sort of. As Félix took her back up to her room, this crazy woman was still trying to dance, body working on autopilot and barely avoiding things in the hallway. He laughed, trying not to be too loud as he twirled her, keeping her from breaking a vase and probably waking up the exhausted members of the family.
"You're WILD Pepi!! It's like you never stop!"
With strength that'd make Luisa jealous, she yanked him right towards her, a smirk on her lips. Pepa didn't drink alcohol anymore, but this woman was absolutely drunk off the party atmosphere. Enough to make her frisky anyway, given the hand on his ass.
"Why would I WANT to? It's not midnight YET, it's still mi cumpleaños!"
He was a gentleman as he pushed her door open for her, helping get this beautiful woman inside her room. He put his hand at her hip, which automatically made her wrap her arms around him.
"I love how you love your birthdays. Most women hate their birthdays, they feel old."
"Oye- I'm fifty three now, I AM old! But you're old too, and you haven’t gotten ugly. Not yet, anyway."
He snorted. He had one or two or drink, so he was just a BIT goofier than usual. Not too much though, he wanted enough of a clear head to be present with his wife, in this moment.
"You will NEVER be ugly. Ever. Look at you. Give Papi a spin, let him look at you~"
He helped her give him a slow spin, and he whooped loudly, acting as if they hadn't been married for over thirty years.
"Ay, you're stupid, Félix."
"And you're GORGEOUS Pepa! Look at you! Dios, I can't believe I got to MARRY you!"
She chuckled into her palm, crying out in gleeful surprise as his body weight sent her onto her bed, with him on top of her. They were giggly, blushing messes, and his heart couldn't feel more complete. He felt himself lean into her hand like a cat, and if he could, he'd be purring.
"I love you, Félix. I have the best husband."
"You really do. Especially since I have a birthday gift for you~"
THAT got her excited, he could tell from the rainbows over her pretty little head.
"Oh oh oh! Is it chocolates?"
Félix snorted, shaking his head.
"Pepa, you got chocolates as most of your gifts. How much more do you need?"
"All of it. Literally all of it."
If he could, he'd give her all the chocolate the world could offer. Really, he would. He sat up a bit, holding one of her hands in his.
"How about tomorrow, I take you to the Merchant's square? We can go see Gunter, and you buy WHATEVER candy you want from him. On me."
"Isn't it all so expensive?"
"Oh absolutely, he charges up the ass- but for you? Worth it. Though if you wanna get me a discount, show a bit of cleavage-"
"Félix."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seriously though, that'll be part two of your gift."
She raised a brow at him, clearly suspicious.
"And what's part one?"
"Part one, is me telling you all the things I LOVE about you. I made a whole list and everything."
With her free hand, she put her hand over her chest, clearly flattered.
"Aw, Félix. You made a list? For me?"
"Of course! I have it right...uh, I think I paid Bruno twenty pesos to eat it."
She wanted to laugh, but settled for a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I'm sorry, what? WHY would you do that?"
"I was a few drinks in, and I thought it'd be funny. It was, he like, swallowed it whole. It was impressive."
"See, this is why you can't drink tequila."
He raised a finger at her, slightly scowling.
"Hey, YOUR mamá keeps offering to drink off with me. And that woman can put drink me under the table, hijole!"
He loved her family. Her hard working sister, her weird little brother, her sassy and strict mother. She folded her arms over her chest, nose up in the air in a sense of displeasure.
"So, no list?"
"No no no, you're getting a list. It just won't be organized worth a shit. Trust me, I don't REALLY need it. Not for you. Hell, I'll start now. I love your hair."
He gently carressed her braid in his hand, making sure not to damage a single lock of hair of hair on his head. She still tried to look unimpressed, but he knew he was already getting to her, based on how he was looking at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Go on."
"I love how soft it is. I love how long it is. I love watching you put it up in the morning, I love how it clings to you when you're sweaty or just got out of the shower. I love how it moves when you dance,"
His fingers slowly trickled up her braid, and the second his nails hit her scalp, he watched her just melt under his touch.
"I love how when I touch it just right, you melt under me. Como un gato bonito~"
He kissed the hair on the top of her head, ever so gently pulling on the hair in his hand, just a bit. She sighed dreamily into it, clearly basking in his touch.
"You're cheating. You're so cheating."
"You're just mad because you like it~...now, about your face. Where do I START with your face?"
He cupped her face in his hand, studying her fearures for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"I'd punch anyone else for saying that, you know."
"I love how your brows furrow when you act grumpy. I love your eyebrows, even though you hate them."
"I do, they're bushy."
"I mean something else is bushy, never hear you talk shit about that-"
"Félix."
He tried not to snort as he held his hands up in defense.
"Just saying, I love them. Your eyebrows. Your beautiful eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, and your lips...ay Pepa, tus labios~"
He couldn't resist a kiss. Another one. Another. He unfortunately had to close his eyes after who knows many kisses, in order to fully enjoy them. They tasted like chocolates and various mocktails. He LOVED it. He opened his eyes after a moment, sighing dreamily at his absolutely gorgeous wife.
"You have the softest lips. They're softer than any cloud, any flower. Everytime I kiss them, I think to myself, 'so this is love'."
Her poor face was misting now, she was trying to hide in her pillows. It was precious, watching those red cheeks through them, like a lighthouse through a fog. He held onto her hand, and ever so slowly trailed kisses up her arm. From her shoulder, to the tips of her fingers.
"And tus manos. Your fingers are so long, your nails are always perfect. I could hold your hands forever. I ever tell you which fingers are my favorite?"
"...no."
Still embarrassed. Still beautiful.
"Your ring finger is one. Seeing it on your finger, knowing it means you're mine, Pepa I still have to pinch myself."
He kissed the gold band, once, twice, thrice. The coolness against her soft, warm skin was to die for.
"And the second one?"
"Your middle. I've seen you start fights with these, it's incredible."
"Like that one woman at the bar?"
He chuckled as he kissed that finger, recalling the moment.
"Oh I remember that. Pepa, you ACTUALLY elbow dropped a woman, we're still not allowed at that bar."
"She deserved it. She kept flirting with you, the middle finger was a warning that she did NOT listen to."
"It was so impressive, I couldn't stop you. Seriously, even the bouncer stepped the fuck back."
They both snorted at the thought. Pepa was passionate in everything she did, including violence. He lifted himself up a bit, in order to kiss her chest.
"Your heart is beautiful too. You love with EVERYTHING that you are."
"...if you need to take off my dress to continue, you can take it off."
"Gracias, Pepi."
It took a little bit of movement for him to get her out of it, but when he did, he whistled, and whistled loudly.
"And your body. Such soft skin,"
He leaned down to kiss between her breasts, finding comfort in the soft material of her yellow bra. Women had such lovely, such soft clothes, he loved it.
"So smooth, it's like god carved you by hand. And he painted you with so many lovely, lovely freckles. He thought you were so beautiful, he trapped the stars right onto you."
"You talk too much, Félix..."
She acted so confident sometimes, but even the most brazen woman needed to be told how lovely she was. He kissed down her lovely stomach, with the patience of a saint, taking in slow, soft inhales of her practically glowing skin. He could tell she was aroused, given her slightly shakey breath, given the way sweat clung to his lips at every kiss. Sweet, but salty. If Pepa were a dessert, she'd be something light, with a dash of sea salt carmel. He chuckled, hands softly cupping her thighs now, kissing JUST above that lovely underwear.
"You're too modest. I'm only telling you facts. I could kiss every freckle on your body, all night long, and I'd still be unable to reach them all."
He made a good attempt though, kissing at freckle after freckle on her stomach, hip, and to be a tease, her thighs. She was starting to squirm now, hip ever so lightly trying to buck into his mouth.
"Félix..."
"Easy, mami. I'm getting there. I also love your legs. God they're so long, so smooth. I LOVE seeing them when you dance. I love seeing them when you walk, or even when you stomp. They're so gorgeous- there's no other legs like these in the entire Encanto."
He hoisted one leg over his shoulder as he slowly trailed his kisses up her leg, stopping just shy of her feet. From here, he could see just a damp spot on her underwear, ever growing from his tempting affections. He switched legs, now kissing downward, mumbling about her legs seemed to go on for miles. Then, he was face to face with the cute little cloth, so tempted to just dive in headfirst.
"Félix please-"
"Shh. I'm not done. I love this part too. Ever seen I was a teenager, I've been interested in whats up the skirt of pretty girls. But Pepa...when I first tasted you. I knew I didn't want anyone else. You're like a drink of water after a long, exhausting day in the desert. You remember that one time, we were at the library, and I was 'helping you study'?"
Her cheeks were so red at the memory, he had to fan away some fog from her face to get a proper look at her.
"You're an awful study partner. Everytime I tried to read you'd pull up my skirt como un pervertido."
"You looked cute. Especially when you wore the one with little lemons on them-oh you made me so hungry. You still do. Only, it's SO much worse now."
She gripped onto his hair, trying to prompt him forward. She hated waiting.
"Is it? You were AWFUL then. Under the desk...touching me. I ruined a perfectly good chair that day."
"It's what the chair would've wanted, I'm sure."
He chuckled. He hooked a thumb over her panties, parting it to the side. It revealed a hairy, sopping wet pussy, with its juices slowly seeping onto the poor sheets below.
"Ay Pepita...you know just seeing this, it makes my heart race. You're so beautiful. All this gorgeous hair, all these wet folds...Pepa, you're a man's dream. You're MY dream."
He covered his head as it started to gently sprinkle. Oh, the poor thing was starting to tear up now.
"Félix...you mean that, don't you?"
"Si. Every word. You sometimes think you're a problem, with your gift and all, but the only woe you’ve ever caused me, is leaving the room without taking me with you. Te amo, Pepa. I can say it till my voice gives out."
"Or you could stop being a tease and TOUCH ME."
Little bit of thunder came with that one. Holy SHIT he loved this woman. Not patient to save her life. He hummed in thought, figuring he had been TOO sweet for his firey wife.
"You're also a lot of talk. Which is cute~"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. You just like yip yip yipping, like a chihuahua. It's cute. You'd think you'd just make me, but-"
"Escucha pequeña mierda- you want me to make you, I'll MAKE YOU."
She grabbed onto his head, keeping it still, and practically suffocated him with her wet pussy. Good lord, his cock was throbbing in his poor pants. He was about to lift himself up for a second, to thank her, but she refused to relent, keeping his face right there.
"Keep talking. You had a whole list, figure it out."
So be it. As his wife rode his face, as he loudly slurped and sucked, as he fucked her tight pussy with his big, thick tongue, he continued. He mumbled over her beauty, over her larger than life personality, over her incredible gifts. It made his words lost amongst her wetness, so only bits and pieces of sentences came out when he was allowed to breathe.
"And...taste...dripping...rough...mas..."
He wasn’t making sense. He didn't have to, not for her. Not when he was painting her walls with his saliva, not when she was barking at him to do more, and certainly not when she came for him, barking out a swear that would normally cost her a pretty penny in the swear jar. He peeled his tongue out of her, and didn’t let her recover as he lifted her lower part of her body towards him. Not one, not two, but three fingers slid inside of her, fucking her pussy the same way she'd expect from his thick cock. It made her angry, being in such a state, but she was simultaneously in love with it, he could tell. Her nails gripped onto the sheets under her, she grit her pretty teeth, as if she was ANGRY that she was feeling so good.
"Maldito bruto-how DARE you touch me like that?!"
"Because you fucking love this. You love it, and I love making you happy. Now cum on my fucking fingers like the pretty little mami you are."
The thunder stopped scaring him pretty soon into their relationship. Now, it aroused him. The thunder illumated her features, the carnal, desperate anger that demanded more and more from him. She was like a roaring, wild fire, and he was hopeless towards taming her. But he didn't want to tame her. He wanted to make her cum, make her bark at him in frustration, because he wanted to be consumed by her. She wanted to be furious and yell at him, but it was difficult over the loud, pathetic cries, and her loud, already overwhelmed pussy.
"I'm g-going to cum, and it's YOUR fault, you stupid fucking- ay FÉLIX!!!~"
She couldn't hold it. Even though she wanted to. She lost their staring contest as her head tossed back, and her pussy seemed to just pour juices all over his palm. She was always a loud, passionate woman, he LOVED it about her. He looked at the clock, then leaned down to kiss her.
"We got two minutes before midnight. I think I can make you cum before your birthday is over."
"Fucking DO IT THEN."
"God you're a loud ass woman~"
He didn't hesitate as he yanked her hair, making her cry out in a way that said it hurt, but not exactly in a bad way. He bent her over his lap, and while still holding onto her hair, started to spank that cute little ass of hers.
"Félix you fucking-"
"I forgot your birthday spankings, Pepi. Come on. One, two, three, four, five..."
Each count was met with a loud, swift, open palm spank that made his poor wife yelp oh so loudly. By the time he hit ten, she was already repeating 'damelo' over and over like a good mami. Her little toes curled, her tongue hung out, and her pussy was ruining his pants leg.
"Forty nine, fifty. Almost there, so fucking close. Just three more."
Her poor ass was ready beaten red and blue, she was going to need an arepa after this one. And she was clearly LOVING it.
"Right, on,"
Smack
"That,"
Smack
"Fucking,"
Smack
"Pussy."
She screamed for him, legs straightening and toes curling as she came, yet again, just in tune with the final stroke of midnight. Félix let go of her pretty hair, and after so tenderly rubbed her back as she trembled, trying to recover from not only the ass-sault, but the rapid fire orgasms he had thrusted upon her. He waited until her heavy panting stopped before speaking. He knew the rainbows meant whe was happy, but you should still ask.
"Pepi? You okay?"
"You're...awful. Terrible. Hijole my head's SPINNING...~"
He chuckled, and after so carefully got her onto her back, taking a look at her sweaty frame, content smile, and half lidded eyes. THAT was a satisfied woman.
"And that's another reason. Even AFTER you've gotten what you wanted, you still give me that 'I want' look. God you're sexy."
She peered down between the big issue between his legs. She un did her bra, and gently played with her tits for him.
"And you're hard, Félix. Come to mami~"
"This is literally the breast day ever."
"...I love you, Félix."
"And that's MY favorite thing to love about you~"
And to think, his list wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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smut prompt list-
prompts from @sultrypotter
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“i love it when you moan my name”
“just a little harder”
“let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“no panties?”
“i want you now”
“use your tongue”
“please don’t stop”
“i can’t sleep without you here”
“do you like that”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“spend the night with me”
“you can get louder can’t you”
“look what you do to me”
“i want to taste you”
“open your mouth”
“if you want to come you better beg”
“that feels so good”
“don’t cum yet”
“strip. now”
“take off your clothes”
“bite me” ”if you insist”
“can you feel what your doing to me”
“this is a one time thing”
“tell me how you like it”
“get on your hands and knees, right now”
“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”
“i just want to please you”
“each of my thoughts about you are improper”
“i love it when you kiss my neck”
“don’t be gentle”
“i’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now”
“you wanna have sex with me”
“you’re not going out dressed like that”
“i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”
“make me”
“you’re mine”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now”
“i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“don’t give me that look”
“like what you see”
“stay quiet”
“i told you to stay still"
“i promise I’ll be good”
“just shut up and fuck me”
“you feels so good”
“i want you inside me”
“be a good girl and spread your legs”
“don’t worry i’ll take of you”
“don’t tempt me”
“i’ve never done this before”
“don’t be afraid it’s just me”
“you’re more than just a one night stand”
“don’t forget who you belong to”
“would you just shut up and kiss me already”
“try to stay quiet understand?”
“we’re in public you know”
“don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”
“are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”
“no i’m supposed to make you feel good”
“stop teasing me so much”
“bed. now”
“first one to make noises loses”
“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you”
“i guess I’ll just get off all by myself”
“these walls are pretty thick which means you and i can be as loud as we want”
“did you touch your self while i was gone”
“we can’t do that here”
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“tell me what you want”
“y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that are you”
“there is no way anyone is that innocent”
“you taste like fucking candy”
“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”
“you make a sound it’s game over”
“i haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet"
“want help with that”
“you’re so fucking hot when you’re made”
“we’re not just friends you know that”
“what? does that feel good”
“if we get caught i’m blaming you”
“we have to be quiet”
“you have no idea how much i want you
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”
“i really want to kiss you right now”
“wanna fuck?”
“how do i look”
“if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”
“don’t fucking touch what is not yours”
“we’re.... just friends”
“friends don’t do this kind of shit”
“how quickly can you cum”
“think you can warm me up”
“touch me and you lose”
“there’s people here”
“i don’t care what you do just fuck me”
“guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“we’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny”
“use your mouth”
“show me”
“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”
“i forgot my towel”
“you’re naked aren’t you”
“take it off slowly”
“your wish is my command”
“come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”
“no one can ever find out about this”
“for your safety i’ll be gentle”
“are these handcuffs”
“i don’t feel like sleeping”
“what are you going to do about it”
“you won’t be getting any sleep tonight”
“why so shy?”
“don’t worry i’ll make you feel really good”
“you’re the one who aroused me so let’s have some fun”
“why don’t we move this to the bed”
“would you like to go somewhere a little private”
“these are so wet aren’t you going to remove them?”
“i was just about to wash up care to join”
“this feels dirty” “that's because it is”
“you feel amazing”
“don’t pretend to be so innocent”
“i want you to touch yourself”
“what has you so excited”
“i want you....here.... right now”
“bend over and spread your legs”
“i can’t hold back anymore”
“it’s been along day why don’t we help each other unwind”
“oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view”
“your lips make me wonder what you taste like”
“i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked”
“you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered”
“i’ve been thinking about this night”
“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”
“you’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me”
“lay back”
“i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”
“i can’t believe how wet you are already”
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joyoushuracan · 2 years
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Time for some fluff!
Little toddler Luisa has a nightmare and when Julieta come and comfort her Luisa calls her mom, Julieta cry because wow her friend/boyfriend’s kid really likes her
Kid Isabela or maybe preteen Isabela who at fist dosnt like or trust Agustin because she has lots of feelings but the two talk and Agustin overheard Isabela calling him her dad to her friends
Pepa, Felix, and Bruno being the hype-men and being so supportive (while it’s most at Julieta they still hype up Agustin)
Dolores calling Agustin Tio and he cry’s
Julieta meeting Agustin family (who apparently in canon live in encanto) and they love her and think she’s would be a better wife or their glad that Agustin is moving on
Oh no, 3 years old Luisa calling her mom just strikes into my heart
Like , Julieta is singing to her to calm her down after the nightmare and a baby half sleep Luisa just cuddles by her side and say “thank you mama” like… how can you not totally melt at that?!
Or Agustín going to take Isabela at school after she had a fight and didn’t want to call her mom because she knew she would have freaked out and so she calls Agustín because he’s a the Dude and then have their first heart to heart conversation
Agustín teaching young Isa and Dolores how to play the piano
And Agustín crying when Dolores called him tio, you don’t understand I AM THE ONE WHOSE CRYING RIGHT NOW
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Julieta doesn’t like to think of herself as the jealous type, she knows where she’s got her husband. But seeing him with some woman he knew before her certainly gets her mind spinning
Some jealous Julieta and the girls being outraged over that someone that definitely isn’t their mamá is flirting with their oblivious papá. Got a request for this a while back, and I have been seeing some jealous Julieta posts flying around so I couldn’t stop myself. Enjoy!
The woman was pretty. Very pretty. And she had to be younger than them, there was not a single grey strand of hair among her dark curls. The smile on her face was brighter than the sun above them, and every now and then she laughed. But the thing with her was that Julieta wouldn’t have noted her at all had it not been for that every time she laughed she put a hand on Agustín’s arm. And maybe she wouldn’t have noticed the arm touching if it hadn’t been for how she batted her eyelashes at him every time he said something.
Going to the market had seemed like a very good idea. Until she had realised she couldn’t just wander around the way she could at home. Because she didn’t find her way in the city. Despite that he hadn’t been home in a very long time Agustín knew all the streets like the back of his hand. Julieta was very happy about doing one of their very rare trips to his home, what she wasn’t happy about was that woman that took liberties with her husband.
“Are you going to buy that?” a very annoyed street vendor asked sharply, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“I– uhm, no” Julieta got out, putting down the papaya she had been holding. “Thank you.”
She gave him a quick smile before turning away. Only to find her youngest daughter’s face mere inches from hers.
“You seem nervous” Mirabel pointed out.
“I’m not” Julieta replied as calmly as she could, taking a step backwards.
When she did so she collided with the street vendor’s table, almost knocking several papayas and other fruit off of it. Which forced her to turn around and once more smile apologetically while the man behind the table glared daggers at her.
She wasn’t cut out for the city, she really wasn’t. The crowded streets weren’t for her, she felt clumsy and like she was constantly in the way of something or someone.
“Are you really not even a little bit nervous?” Mirabel continued, following Julieta as she hurried away from the vendor.
“Why would I be?”
She caught herself glancing back at Agustín and the woman, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was stupid, she was being ridiculous. But also no one had ever dared be so touchy with her husband since they met each other.
Isabela seemed to come out of nowhere from the crowd, joining them.
“Julia very obviously bothers you” she said, moving to stand next to her sister.
“Who?”
“The woman Papá is talking to. Julia.”
It annoyed Julieta more than she could say that they had such similar names.
“How do you know her name?” she asked.
“I overheard them talking. They’re childhood friends.”
Of course they were, she realised when she once more looked at them. Why else would it come so naturally? Why else would Agustín stop while they were out shopping to talk to some random woman?
“I don’t like her” Isabela then continued. “I thought Papá would have better friends.”
Agustín had talked about her quite often, Julieta realised as they talked about it. He would fondly recall memories from his youth in the city, and Julieta loved listening to him talking about it. She had asked a thousand questions, eaten every crumb of the outside world. But she had never thought too much about Julia in particular.
“Why is she touching him so much?” Mirabel’s said, scrunching up her face as if she was watching something disgusting.
“Some people are just very affectionate” Julieta tried despite that she wanted to make the same face as Mirabel.
Why was she being so stupid about it? It was nothing, he was just talking to his friend that he hadn’t seen in very many years. It was because of Julieta he hadn’t seen her in so long. It was because he had married into her family that he only came home every five years. Julieta felt guilty about it. They couldn’t take his family to the encanto because of her family’s power, and they hadn’t been able to travel with their children when they were younger because of the risk of them using their gifts. It also wasn’t an easy trip as one had to walk through the jungle to get to the nearest other town, and they hadn’t wanted to take the girls. So it was the girls’s first time in the city, while the two of them had traveled several times.
“I take it you have never met her before” Isabela said.
“No, we’ve never been introduced to each other” Julieta confirmed.
Why? Why had he never introduced them when they had been there before, why had she never seen Julia before? Had Julia known they were coming, had he written to her?
Though childhood friends or not, she was not justified in touching him like that. She had to know he was married. He had a ring. Either she was stupid or she really was trying to flirt with a married man.
“Not that it’s my business, Mamá, but maybe you should step in” Luisa said. “Of course you’ll do whatever you want, though.”
She had come to stand behind Julieta, and just as the rest of them she was watching Julia with disdain.
Without another word and before she could stop herself, she left her daughters and began making her way over to Julia and Agustín. The closer she got to them the more annoyed she became.
“Julieta, mi vida” Agustín said when he saw her.
She found relief in how his face lit up even more as she met his eyes and smiled. He was her husband, after all.
“Come meet my friend Julia” he continued as she came closer.
“Your friend?” she asked, as softly as she could.
Agustín took her hand and brought her to stand next to him, so that she was face to face with Julia. She wasn’t happy to note that Julia was even more beautiful up close. Soft features framed by dark hair and in the middle of it all a smile that put the stars to shame.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Julieta” Julia said.
“You, too.”
No matter how she felt about the other she wouldn’t forget her manners. When Julia came closer to her she did what she was supposed to do, greeted her with a kiss on the right cheek. She unfortunately smelled very nice, as well. Was she perfect? Was there nothing about her that was even slightly off?
“We were with each other all the time before Gus moved away” Julia said. “It’s lovely to meet the person he left for.”
Maybe it was imagined, but there seemed to be a lace of poison to her words. Julieta felt very small compared to her. Both physically, as Julia was quite tall, and otherwise.
“He didn’t leave for me, I just happened to be there” Julieta told her. “But I’m very happy he came to my town.”
She was very happy about that Agustín hadn’t stayed with Julia.
Without breaking eye contact with Julia, Julieta took a step back and put an arm around Agustín, gently pulling him closer to her. Perhaps she held him a little more tightly than what was actually comfortable, but she couldn’t bring herself to care and he didn’t mind, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“Anyone would be lucky to have him, Gus is one-of-a-kind” Julia smiled after she had observed Julieta’s move.
She wasn’t looking at Julieta, though, she was looking at Agustín. He didn’t seem to pick up on what it was Julia was doing.
“You’re too kind” he said.
“I’ve missed you these past thirty years. It wasn’t the same without you.”
Apparently she had no shame. Was it weird to miss your friend? No. But Julia wasn’t missing her friend, she had very intimate eye contact with him while she said it.
Julieta could feel herself sour. That was her husband. He belonged to her. Not some woman from his youth. No matter how beautiful she was. And how much audacity she had, flirting with a man despite that his wife was standing right there.
“How do you know each other?” Julieta asked sharply, trying to break whatever was going on between them.
“We lived on the same street” Agustín told her. “We were some ten kids that would play with each other.”
“And we spent a lot of time together, just Agustín and I, when we got older” Julia continued.
Julieta had to fight to keep a smile on her face. She had never really understood Pepa’s quick way to violence whenever something that inconvenienced her happened, but then and there she knew exactly why her sister was quick to bring out fists and thunder. Julieta was glad her mood didn’t affect the weather, the darkness in her mind would have brought up a storm at that point.
“How fun.”
Julieta hadn’t really had too much time to play and get to know other kids when she was little. And she didn’t get more time when she got older. Hadn’t dated much, even though she had wanted it.
“It was” Agustín said with a dreamy expression.
He remembered it very fondly. Julia must have been than a friend.
Julieta bit down on her tongue so hard that she tasted blood.
“Are you older than us?” Julia then asked.
She asked it ever so politely but Julieta wasn’t stupid. She heard the taunt that was hidden beneath it. Julia thought she looked old.
Without thinking about it Julieta raised a hand to her hair. It was greying, had been for a few years. Julia’s hair was dark as ebony.
“I’m a year older than my husband.”
“You know, that’s fun, we always talked about how we wanted to get with someone our own age.”
She was surprised about how quickly she had gone from wanting to believe the best about Julia to wanting to murder her. When she had spoken with her daughters she had thought she was overreacting. Still some part of her mind told her that she was behaving like an idiot. Another part was afraid for that Agustín somewhere had feelings for Julia and was yelling about that. And a third part was in a rage. The third part screamed loudly.
“A year doesn’t do much” Agustín chuckled. “We were stupid and young when we were talking about that, anyway.”
“Speak for yourself, I’ve always been smarter than you.”
“Age has made me smarter.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
The playfulness and ease in how they talked with each other was enough to drive Julieta a little bit mad.
They kept on talking as if she wasn’t there, and suddenly Agustín no longer had his arm around her and was instead gesturing while talking about something. Which made her see red.
“I think it’s time for us to go” Julieta said before she could stop herself.
She took Agustín’s hand and promptly pulled him away from a very surprised Julia. She was strong for her size and quickly managed to pull him far enough into the crowd to get them out of Julia’s sight.
“Julieta, what are you doing?” Agustín asked.
He sounded very annoyed at her, but he didn’t resist.
“Nothing, we should look for the girls.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Doesn’t sound like the truth.”
“Ay Dios mío, Agustín” Julieta sighed.
He stopped dead in his tracks, which also forced her to stop. She didn’t turn around, kept on trying to pull him forward. But when he had decided to stay still it didn’t matter how much she pulled.
And before she knew it he was walking another way, pulling her with him. She promptly let go off his hand and stopped.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
It was his turn to sigh.
“Just come with me.”
So she did. He led her towards an alley behind a fruit stand. The same fruit stand where Julieta had looked at papayas before. She shielded her face with her eyes when they passed it so that the man wouldn’t recognise her.
“Why are you upset?” Agustín asked when they were away from the crowd.
“I’m not upset” she insisted, crossing her arms over her chest.
She looked down at the ground, not wanting to see him raise his eyebrows at her.
“Julieta, we have known each other for thirty years, I can tell when you’re upset.”
“It’s stupid, I don’t want to talk about it” she muttered. “Can’t we just find the girls and get back to your sister’s house?”
He should have realised what it was that bothered her. He couldn’t be stupid enough to not have noticed that Julia had been very obviously flirting with him. But it was done, they were not with her anymore, Julieta had him, and she wanted to move on.
“Your feelings are never stupid.”
“My feelings aren’t stupid, the situation is stupid.”
Julia was stupid. And a bit of a bitch.
“What do you mean?”
She looked up at him in disbelief.
“I mean that Julia was flirting with you and you didn’t seem to mind!”
He was perfectly still, just looked at her while she stared back at him. Standing still was unbearable so she began pacing back and forth in the alley, kicking small stones and other things she found.
“Being in the city is wonderful and I love seeing it together with you and our daughters, but it’s also so far from what we’re used to. Suddenly there are all these people from your past that I don’t know, you have a history with them that I wasn’t part of. This has never happened at home, I have never had a reason to feel this way before.”
She was aware of that she was rambling, but she couldn’t stop. Once the words began coming they didn’t stop. Through it all she had kept on pacing, never slowing down. On the contrary she had actually sped up, was walking as fast as she could without going into a jog.
“She wasn’t flirting with me” Agustín said, frowning.
“She was!” Julieta exclaimed. “She was flirting with you!”
“We’re just friends.”
“And could she have had it her way you two would have been more than friends!”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not!”
Agustín grabbed her arm as she walked past him, forced her to stand still. When she turned her face to the ground he raised his free hand and put it under her chin, turned her head up so that he could look at her.
“You have no reason to be afraid of what I have here” he said softly. “Nothing and no one here could take me away from you. I’m yours.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“But maybe a little jealous?”
Julieta had never thought of herself as the jealous type of person. She had no reason to be jealous, she had what she wanted and felt safe in it. But suddenly she was in a new place and seeing her husband with another woman made her so jealous that she could barely remember how to breathe. And she hated herself for it, she hated herself for feeling the way she did. It was unfair towards Agustín, she knew he would never do anything like that.
He took her silence as an answer.
“I’m not interested in anyone else, I’m married to the most wonderful woman in the world and I love her.”
“I know you love me, I shouldn’t be jealous, but seeing you with her I just couldn’t help myself. She’s so pretty, and you were with her all the time when you were younger, and you obviously have a lot of fun together.”
“That’s true, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that she doesn’t draw my eye even a little bit. I have eyes for you, and only you.”
He cupped her face, ran his thumbs over her cheeks and just looked at her. And she knew that he was utterly hers, that those soft eyes were meant for her only.
“Really?”
She felt stupid when she asked that, and could feel her face grow warm. She shouldn’t have reacted as she did, she knew better.
“Yeah.”
There was another moment of silence before he leaned down and kissed her. There was such tenderness in it that Julieta’s heart skipped a beat. Not that he wasn’t always gentle with her, but then and there she had been in such desperate need of it. Just feeling him close to her, sharing a kiss.
“I love you, Julieta Madrigal” Agustín smiled when they parted. “And there has never been a doubt in my mind about that I made the right decision when I left the city.”
“I love you, too” Julieta said. “And I’m so happy I have you.”
“Not happier than I am to have you.”
He pulled her into a hug and held her as close to him as he could. She pressed herself against him, never wanted to leave his embrace. She felt so safe there, that was where she was supposed to be. That was her place in the world.
“Let’s go look for the girls and get back to my sister’s” he said after a long while.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
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