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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 7 months

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Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 13)

Breeding kink requested by jessicarosequinzelfleck Thigh Riding requested by chai-writes

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader Modern Day!Imagine Non-Magic AU Summary: On a particularly lazy day, both Bruno and Y/n want to try something new in the relationship Warnings: Smut, swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), breeding kink Word Count: 1796 Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination Author Note: It's a little less breeding kink that I like, but I didn't know how to go about it in this context so I tried my best :p Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Previous) >(Part 13)<

Bruno POV

Today unfolded as a wonderfully serene day, cocooned within the cozy confines of our home, my beloved by my side. We reclined on the plush expanse of our couch, my arms outstretched to cradle her, her supple form nestled atop my chest. A television program, its content an inconsequential murmur, provided a gentle backdrop to our shared solitude.

In a languid moment, she released a drawn-out sigh, gracefully shifting her weight into a more upright posture. Her dulcet voice, tinged with a hint of fatigue, melodically expressed her prevailing sentiment.

“I’m bored,” she lamented, her expression marked by an endearing pout.

Responding to her proclamation, I animatedly clapped my hands upon my thighs, promptly elevating myself into an attentive stance, eager to fulfill her desire for amusement.

“Well, you have anything in mind you want to do?” I inquired, my eyes locking onto hers in anticipation.

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she smirkingly replied, "Well, there is one thing that's been playing on my mind," her words dipped in an enticing allure.

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my curiosity palpable. "What’s that>" I beseeched, my imagination running wild with possibilities.

Without a moment's hesitation, she sprung into action, effortlessly leaping onto my lap, straddling one of my legs with a playful agility that left me utterly taken aback. Her sudden bubbly demeanor infused the air with a delightful spontaneity, and my heart raced in tandem with her newfound enthusiasm.

“So..what exactly..is this?” I inquired, my hands cautiously retracting into the vicinity of my own being.

Her response was a seductive silence, a tantalizing prelude to the sensual journey she was about to lead me on. Without uttering a single word, she initiated a mesmerizing dance of her hips, a slow and sinuous motion that saw her lower half sensually gliding back and forth, the tantalizing friction of her body against my thigh igniting a fire within me.

Oh.

As her hypnotic movements continued to beguile me, I found myself succumbing to the intoxicating rhythm of the moment. My hands, compelled by an irresistible desire, ventured forth, their quest marked by a deliberate and unhurried ascent up her supple thighs, tracing the contours of her body with a gentle touch that conveyed both admiration and longing.

Finally, my fingers found their destination, gripping firmly onto her plush hips as if anchoring myself to her irresistible allure. With unwavering resolve, I took control of our sensual dance, guiding her in a delicate, synchronized cadence that mirrored the yearning that had awakened within us both.

“Is this what you want?”

A silent affirmation passed between us as she responded with a fervent nod, her teeth delicately sinking into her bottom lip in anticipation. The sight of her eagerness filled my heart with a profound sense of connection and desire, and a knowing smile graced my lips.

I relinquished control to her with a tender surrender, granting her the freedom to explore this newfound intimacy as she pleased. Our connection deepened, not only in the physical realm but also in the unspoken language of desire and trust that bound us in that electrifying moment.

In the midst of her tantalizing dance, a surge of passion coursed through me, igniting a fervent desire that could no longer be contained. With a decisive and tender movement, I gently cradled her face in the palm of my hand, guiding her towards me with a commanding yet affectionate touch.

Our lips met in a fervent and consuming kiss, a passionate convergence of our longing and attraction. The world around us faded into insignificance as our mouths melded in an intimate embrace, our breaths becoming one.

My own desires now driving me to a point of undeniable urgency, felt a potent need to take charge of the moment. With a swift and confident motion, I exerted my strength, deftly flipping the two of us over, our bodies now entwined in a different position.

With a shared smile of anticipation, we allowed ourselves to succumb to the potent allure of our desires. In a passionate entanglement, we shed the confines of restraint, removing each other's clothes, unveiling the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.

With a tender kiss, I conveyed my affection for her in that fleeting moment, savoring the anticipation that hung between us. As our bodies united as I pushed my member in her cunt.

“God, mi Vida. You’re a wonder, you know that.” I said.

A symphony of pleasure emerged from our synchronized movements, harmonizing our breathless moans with the rhythmic dance of passion. The sensation of our bodies intertwining ignited a cascade of euphoria within us, each movement deepening the symphony of pleasure that resounded through our beings.

The air became electric, charged with a blend of excitement and longing as we navigated the uncharted territory of our desires. Our bodies moved in sync, fueled by a fierce hunger for exploration and pleasure.

With each touch, a symphony of sensations echoed through my being, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume every ounce of rationality. The intensity of our connection transcended the physical, intertwining our spirits in a dance of passion and vulnerability.

In that moment, time ceased to exist, leaving only the molten heat of our entangled bodies and the unspoken promises hanging in the air. Letting go of inhibitions, we allowed ourselves to revel in the raw and unfiltered ecstasy, surrendering to the rapture that awaited us.

As desire surged through my veins, a fleeting moment of primal instinct momentarily overcame me, compelling my body to move with an unrestrained force. With an uncontrollable surge of passion, I thrust into her, driven by a fervent desire to please and bring her untold pleasure.

“I’m gonna fill you up, mi Vida. I’m gonna make you swell with my cum.”

In a whispered declaration, my voice laced with both tenderness and arousal, I promised to mark her with my love, to fill her with the essence of our connection. The raw intensity of the moment consumed us, our bodies locked in a powerful embrace, destined to leave an indelible mark on our souls.

“Please, papi!” she moaned, desperately.

In a symphony of passion, her desperate plea echoed in the air, fueling my desire to grant her every wish. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reveled in the intoxicating power of her response.

Though my usual focus lay in her pleasure, today, an overwhelming surge of primal need coursed through me, urging me to embrace the raw instinct that burned within. With an unyielding determination, I chased my own climax, seeking the ultimate release that would unite us in a profound and erotic crescendo.

The allure of witnessing my essence spill from her became an irresistible fantasy, heightening the intensity of our connection, and ensuring that this moment would etch itself as a vivid memory in our shared tapestry of desire.

I need to fill her with my cum.

As the intensity of our passion swelled, I could feel the rising tide of our climax drawing near. With every shared moan and trembling touch, the fiery culmination of our desires approached like a storm on the horizon.

As the weight of our shared desire lingered in the air, a new surge of raw passion consumed me. The thought of leaving my mark within her, of intimately connecting our bodies in the most primal way possible, spurred me into action.

With unyielding determination, I found myself driven to push further, to explore the depths of our connection with an even greater intensity. The hunger to fill her with the essence of our love, to permeate her being with my seed, pulsed through me, amplifying every touch and every movement.

Whispering in a voice laced with longing, I confessed my deepest desire, an intimate declaration that revealed the raw vulnerability within my soul.

"I want to fill you with my seed," I breathed, my voice tinged with urgency and devotion.

In that shared moment of electrifying revelation, our hearts beat as one, knowing that this act of primal passion would etch itself into our beings, forever eternally intertwining our spirits in a tapestry of fearlessness, vulnerability, and boundless love.

In the final moments, our bodies writhed together, consumed by an insatiable hunger, as we reached the precipice of ecstasy. The world around us faded into a blur of sensations, and time became an abstract concept, irrelevant to the overwhelming bliss we were about to experience.

In a crescendo of pleasure, our cries mingled, echoing through the room as waves of ecstasy crashed over us. Our bodies tensed and quivered, each shudder conveying the intensity of our release.

As our bodies languidly unwound from the throes of passion, I gazed down at the tender tableau revealed before me. Gradually withdrawing from her embrace, a sense of satisfaction and awe washed over me.

In that moment of bittersweet separation, a glistening testament of our intense union lingered, as beads of my essence gradually trickled out of her. Captivated by the primal beauty of the scene, I couldn't resist the surge of desire that coursed through me like an electric current.

Impulsively, I dipped my fingertip into the pool of our combined essence, savoring its warmth and texture, before gently tracing a path back into her yearning depths. A gasp escaped her lips, her body responding instinctively to this final act of connection, sealing our bond with a shared intimacy that was both primal and tender.

As I watched her eyes flutter open, a mixture of surprise and gratification dancing within their depths, I knew that this indelible moment would forever bind us in a tapestry of unspoken desires and cherished memories.

A faint blush speckled my cheeks as her soft lips pressed gently against my flushed skin, infusing the moment with a warmth that matched the embers of our fading passion. Her tender kiss ignited a spark of tenderness within me, dispelling any lingering doubt or uncertainty.

I gazed into her eyes, captivated by their depth and the genuine affection that shone within. "Well... that was pretty good," I admitted shyly, a flicker of self-consciousness mingling with the remnants of pleasure.

Drawing closer, her voice carried a gentle reassurance. "It was much more than good." Her words washed over me, a soothing balm for any trace of lingering insecurity.

In her embrace, I found solace and acceptance, understanding that this intimate encounter had surpassed mere physical satisfaction. It had blossomed into something profound, forging an unbreakable bond between us.

Bathed in the afterglow of our shared passion, a quiet contentment washed over me, and I knew that this fleeting moment was just the beginning of a journey filled with exploration, love, and endless possibilities.

Author Note: Holy shit, I haven't written anything for this Fanfic in ages. I looked back at my requests for this fanfic and felt I needed to do something about it. I have so many lined up to write but I just haven't felt like writing for ages. I have other big projects that I have planned and really want to focus on them, so I will not really be updating this one frequently and I will not be taking requests for it as I already have too many to catch up on for ages ago. I do really appreciate that support I have gotten on this fanfic and I hope I can get the same for other projects too :)

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foggyfanfic · 10 months

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Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: She would walk over to Félix’s stand so he’d be with her when she announced that her drink had been tampered with. Since she’d only accepted drinks from Félix all night, he would be able to attest to the fact that she hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, Cicero might try to shift the blame onto him, but his other victims were milling around the party. There was no way Pepa would allow Cicero to get away with accusing Félix.

TW: Sexual Assualt, Attempted Rape, Drink Tampering

CW: Drinking

If you are enjoying the story but the TW applies to you, the next chapter will reiterate the important plot points without any graphic depictions. Just be aware this is technically the stories climax.

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Chapter 28 Can't Spell Party Without "Trap"

“How about a drink?” Cicero asked.

All Leandra heard was “How about I drug you and carry out your worst nightmare?”

Thankfully, she had practiced her response, “Oh, definitely! Félix is going to give mixing drinks a try tonight and I promised I’d try one of everything, let’s go.”

“Mixing drinks? I had no idea he was into that sort of thing?” Cicero asked, following her to Félix’s table.

“Meh, you know how it is, he read about it in a book and thought it might be fun to give it a go,” Leandra shrugged, then smiled brightly at her friend as they approached, “Hey! You all ready?”

“Sí,” Félix smiled at them both, managing to look like he was happy to see them, “What would you like to try first?”

He set out the menu he’d prepared and Cicero let out a low whistle, “That’s more drinks than I was expecting.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be trying any of the other drink stands tonight,” Leandra agreed, “I probably won’t have time.”

Which was the plan.

“You should have plenty of food, though,” Félix said, “and water too.”

Leandra nodded, “Bien, I’ll start at the top and work my way down. Don’t let me forget to get a drink of water between each one.”

“You got it, I got water back here as well, so you can just come back after you’ve finished your drink and I’ll make sure of it,” Félix started mixing the drink, and Leandra was kind of impressed despite the situation. He’d actually practiced for this.

“There you go, and you parcero?”

“The same thing, I suppose,” Cicero shrugged.

There was the barest bit of tension on Félix’s face as he nodded, but Leandra managed to keep Cicero distracted while Félix mixed so he wouldn’t notice that Félix used a different bottle of tequila than what he’d grabbed for Leandra.

Hers was just water.

They milled about as the town square continued to fill up and Leandra kept her promise to Félix, never wandering out of his sight. She ate food, danced, and socialized, all while waiting for Cicero to make his move.

Cicero, for his part, didn’t drink as much as she was used to from him. He took his time on the first drink, skipped the second, and then took even longer on the third.

“I had no idea you could hold your liquor so well,” he remarked, when Leandra was getting started on drink number four.

“Oh, since I’m supposed to be taste testing, mine have less booze,” she said, mentally cursing herself for not acting drunk. Food and water breaks could only do you so much good.

“Ah, smart,” Cicero nodded, “well, let me know if it starts to be too much. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

She giggled to hide her nerves, “That’s so sweet.”

She did her best to act a bit tipsy after that, even though she was sort of worried it’d be too late. What if she’d blown it? What if Cicero had realized she was taking safety precautions, what if he’d figured out she was on to him?

There was another problem, one that neither Leandra nor Félix had considered when they were making their plan. She was drinking a lot of water, a lot.

When Leandra received drink number five, seconds after chugging down the water Félix had given her, she immediately handed it to Cicero.

“Can you hold this? I need to powder my nose,” she said, even as she was already walking towards the nearest house which was allowing party goers to use their restroom.

“Sí, I’ll look after it,” he called after her.

When Leandra came back she accepted the drink from him, “Hm, getting drunk might be the least of my worries if I keep drinking.”

Cicero nodded, chuckling, “You might have to slow down, it’ll be hard to enjoy the party if you’re racing off to the lady’s room every five minutes.”

She giggled and agreed, then took a sip of her drink. She hesitated a while before swallowing it, pretending that she was testing out the flavor. Cicero had been alone with her drink for a good few minutes, if he was going to drug her…

Leandra swallowed it, then smiled at him serenely.

“How is it?”

“Hm, not as good as the second one, but better than the third or fourth.”

“Does that mean it’s on the same level as the first drink?”

“I’d say so.”

She took another sip and forced herself to drink it at a perfectly normal pace. The last thing she wanted to do was make it obvious that she suspected there was anything wrong with the drink.

“What do you want to do next?” Cicero wrapped an arm around her waist and began leading her around the square.

“They’re about to make the announcement? Right? About the winner?”

“Ah, so they are, let’s go,” he drew her over to the small crowd already forming around the crates.

They chatted with the other onlookers, as they waited. People gathered around as the announcement drew closer. As Julieta climbed on top of the crates, Leandra realized she couldn’t see Félix from her place in the crowd.

She continued to slowly sip her drink, applauding with the rest of the town as third, then second place were awarded. When Señor Matisse won, just like Bruno said he would, she cheered for him and even waved when he thanked her for her help with the cheese.

After his speech, everybody crowded around him to congratulate him and Leandra handed her empty glass to Cicero.

She needed to get back to somewhere Félix could see her.

“I’m going to powder my nose again, I’ll meet you by Félix’s table,” she told Cicero, then fought her way out of the crowd.

Félix was standing at the edge of the crowd and she relaxed marginally when she saw him. He smiled at her reassuringly, and she smiled back then pointed at her planned destination. She waited for his nod before heading to the restroom. This time she used the one that was right behind Félix’s stand, so she would be close to him when she was done.

It started to hit her while she was washing her hands.

Leandra leaned on the sink and blinked down at the faucet for a few seconds. She had wondered what it would feel like, if she would even notice it when it started.

It felt a lot like being drunk. If she hadn’t been drinking virgin cocktails all night, she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the drug and the alcohol, except for the fact that once the drug hit, it came on much quicker.

Leandra splashed some water on her face and patted her cheeks. It was time.

She would walk over to Félix’s stand so he’d be with her when she announced that her drink had been tampered with. Since she’d only accepted drinks from Félix all night, he would be able to attest to the fact that she hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, Cicero might try to shift the blame onto him, but his other victims were milling around the party. There was no way Pepa would allow Cicero to get away with accusing Félix.

She took a deep breath and exited the bathroom, walking through the house and smiling in greeting at the people gathered inside. For the sake of her dignity, she was tempted to try and look normal, but the point was to have people witness her being drunk without alcohol, so she allowed herself the luxury of pausing and leaning on a wall when a wave of light-headedness almost overwhelmed her.

She was feeling kind of dizzy by the time she got through the front door, but that was ok. She could see Félix from here. Although…

“All better?”

Cicero was not waiting at Félix’s table.

“Oh, you’re here,” Leandra turned to him, then regretted turning so quickly.

“You alright, princesa?” Cicero asked, voice low.

“I think I need a drink of water,” she said, turning back around to walk towards Félix.

“Bien, how about you have a seat and I’ll get you some water,” Cicero said, cutting her off and gesturing at the porch chair behind her.

While the house had a few people inside, the yard was empty, except for the occasional passerby on their way to or from the square. And the chair he was gesturing at was tucked into a corner behind a large potted plant. She honestly might not have noticed it if he hadn't pointed it out to her.

“That’s ok, I need to let Félix know I’m not going to be drinking anymore anyways,” she tried to step around him, but he blocked her path.

“Really princesa, I insist, you’re looking quite pale.”

“Félix has a chair, I can sit with him while I recover,” her words were beginning to slur together.

“Perhaps it would be better if I just took you home,” Cicero said, as he grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away but it was getting kind of hard just holding herself upright, and Cicero was already a bit stronger than her.

“Both our houses are too far,” she said, her voice coming out as a drunken mumble, “won’t make it.”

“Come on,” he said, dragging her away from the town square.

“No,” she tried to say it louder, loud enough to get people’s attention, but with the way Cicero was rushing her towards the nearest alley she was overwhelmed with dizziness.

“Don’t worry princesa, just come with me.”

“No,” she tried again. She looked behind her, to see if anyone was watching, but Cicero was pulling her away from the crowds.

He gave her arm a painful shake, and Leandra tried to scream. All that came out was a strangled groan.

Leandra cursed her own recklessness. She didn’t think the drug would set in so quickly, she thought she’d have more time to get herself to safety, she thought she’d have Bruno there to look out for her.

Cicero pulled her into the alley and forced her up against the wall, saying, “I’ll be gentle with you, princesa; then I’ll make sure Rosalie gets you home safe.”

There it is. Leandra had known he was going to use her to get back at Rosalie somehow. She stared up at the sky and wondered if every girl he’d targeted in the past year had been chosen because of Rosalie.

If she had the time to really think about it-. But she didn’t.

Leandra squeezed her eyes shut while he began pushing her skirt up. She took a deep breath, then another, fighting through the woozy circles her head was spinning in. She knew that once she managed a scream, Cicero would cover her mouth so she’d have to make it count.

She could call for Félix, she should call for Félix, but when Leandra sucked all the air into her lungs and pushed it out in the loudest yell she could, what came out was, “BRUNO!! HEL-!!”

Cicero slapped his hand over her mouth just like she knew he would, smothering any further cries for help. She tried to struggle but there were little black dots swimming in front of her eyes and it was becoming hard to stay awake. Cicero was growling something at her, while he undid his belt with his free hand, but he might as well have been miles away.

She wished he was miles away, the weight of his body pressing her to the wall was suffocating. And his breath was horrible, dios, it was bad enough he was going to rape her, couldn’t he have chewed on some mint first. She knew this really wasn’t the issue right now, but he’d spent the last few hours having coffee and tequila, and the hot air he was blowing onto her face was downright pungent.

She hadn’t anticipated all the little ways this would be horrible. The humiliation, the violation, sure, she was ready for that. But the bad breath, his crushing weight, the fact that he was accidentally pinching some of her thigh in between the wall and the knee he’d jammed between her legs; those had never featured in her nightmares, but they would after this.

Not to mention how sweaty his palm was against the lower half of her face. She wasn't a fan of people touching her face in the best of circumstances. While he was busy trying to get her bloomers out of the way, Leandra tried to bite Cicero's hand. His fingers dug painfully into her cheeks and he pressed his gross, sweaty palm more firmly against her face.

And then it was gone. He was gone.

Leandra started to slide to the ground but somebody caught her, somebody much smaller than Cicero.

“Bruno?” she breathed.

“I’m here, mi reina,” he said.

And he was. Wearing the same ruana he had worn the last time he’d followed her and Cicero around. He must have been there the whole time.

“I knew it,” she slurred, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning happily against him.

With him supporting her she was able to take in the situation. Cicero was on his knees, clutching his head, and Bruno was tossing a large rock aside.

“Back to Félix,” she said, “need to get back to him, he can prove-.”

“I thought your plan was to not be alone with him,” Bruno hissed, even as he gently pulled her out of the alley and back to the party.

“Couldn’t find you, new plan was to stay where Félix could see me,” she tried to explain, but whatever Cicero had given her wasn’t magically going away just because she wasn’t pinned to an alley wall. Lord only knows how much of that he actually understood.

“Leandra! Are you alright?”

She turned her head, trying to figure out who had said that, but people were gathering around her and Bruno. Some of them looked concerned, some of them looked amused, others just looked curious.

“Cicero tried to rape me,” she heard herself say. Oops, she meant to say he drugged her drink. Oh well. Same thing.

People no longer looked amused. After a stunned pause, everybody started talking at once, some asking questions, others expressing doubt, that same voice from before sounded even more concerned. Which was very sweet in her woozy opinion.

Leandra's knees gave out beneath her.

“Oop,” Bruno made a sound of surprise, even as he caught her. He lifted her up so he was carrying her bridal style, which was way, way better than standing at the moment. She lay her head on his shoulder and clutched the collar of his ruana.

“Bruno! What the hell is your problem?” Cicero’s voice interrupted the crowd’s chatter, “He attacked me.”

“Rapist,” Leandra shouted, not lifting her head.

“You were hurting Leandra,” Bruno said at the same time.

“She’s drunk, and confused, I was trying to get her home safely you lunatic,” Cicero argued, sounding convincingly offended.

“Drunk?! How the hell did she get drunk?!” That was Félix, she lifted her head to try to find him, then decided it didn’t matter. He was somewhere.

“Oh gee, I don’t know, maybe because somebody has been making her cocktails all night!”

“Virgin cocktails. I didn’t put a drop of liquor in them.”

“What?”

“Leandra doesn’t drink,” Bruno said, and somebody that sounded a lot like Agustín confirmed it. Leandra hadn't roped him into this part of the plan but they had at least talked about what would happen if worst came to worst and he had known to be ready to defend her character.

“That’s not true, she’s had mead,” Cicero said, although he was beginning to sound a bit nervous.

“She stopped drinking when Rosalie was pregnant, in solidarity,” Agustín explained, his voice getting closer, “and decided she liked parties better when she was sober.”

“Th-that-, how do we know Félix hasn’t been giving her booze and just telling her-.”

“Because I didn’t find Félix pinning her to a wall while she called for help,” Bruno snapped.

“And it wasn’t Félix that handed me some drugged punch at Gabby’s quinceanera,” Pepa had apparently joined the fray.

There were various gasps and shocked mutterings. Leandra opened her eyes, she hadn’t even noticed they were closed, and looked around as much as she could without turning her head. It seemed the entire village was gathered to watch the drama unfold.

Good.

“You bitch,” Cicero suddenly hissed, Leandra looked at him out of the corner of her eye and found him glaring at her, “this was a set up!”

Rather than deny it, Leandra lifted her head, and very carefully said, “You forgot to buckle your belt.”

Cicero swore and quickly addressed his open belt, but it was too late, everybody had seen it now. Husbands clutched their wives close, and fathers sent their daughters away. Cicero looked around at the crowd, then turned back to her, face twisting into a look of fury. He took a step closer to her, but Bruno took two steps back and turned his body as if to shield her from him.

People filled in the space between them and Cicero, some shouting accusations at him, others calling for calm negotiation.

“Bruno,” Alma appeared and everybody froze, “get Leandra to safety, Julieta, go with them and see if there’s anything you can do for the girl. Cicero, go home and stay there until you are summoned; Félix, Felípe, Alejandro, make sure he gets there without incident and tell his parents what has happened, let them know that if he is caught in town before he is summoned, we will have no choice but to banish him without a trial. I want everybody who saw anything to line up here. Pepa, bring me a pen and a lot of paper.”

There was a pause.

“Now.”

And just like that everybody was moving. Leandra lost track of what was happening as she began slipping in and out of consciousness. The next thing she was fully aware of was Bruno trying to let her go once she was on a bed.

“No, stay,” she weakly grabbed his wrist.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, looking at something over his shoulder.

“I’m wearing green, stay.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“She’s wearing your color, hermano,” Julieta gently explained, she was apparently what Bruno was looking at.

“I’ve had a bad day, comfort me.”

“You’ve had a bad day because you’ve been reckless. What if you got hurt?!”

“Bien,” Leandra allowed her eyes to slide shut, “stay and make sure I don’t do anything else dumb.”

“Reina,” he started to protest.

“For the love of god Bruno, just comfort your damn girlfriend,” Julieta snapped.

“Girlfriend-!?”

“We can iron out the details when my head isn’t spinning,” Leandra tugged at his wrist, “but sí, girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

Then the mattress dipped, and his hand settled on her curls. She hummed a vague approving sound.

“Hold me,” she whispered.

“Leandra,” he breathed, “I-I don’t want to-, I don’t want you to wake up and think-. I-I can’t take advantage of you when you’re like this.”

“Por favor,” she opened her eyes again, “I feel safe with you.”

He sighed, then laid down with her, loosely wrapping an arm around her waist. She scooted over to him, pressing her face into his chest.

“Please don’t ever do anything like that again, Reina.”

“Don’t ever disappear again, Guapo.”

Bruno didn’t respond, he just sighed and kissed the top of her head. He mumbled something else as she fell back under, but she was too far gone to know what.

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sumthincool · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41002710

Wrote a story to go with this commission by @ARPHatack as well ❤️

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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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The Vision ! ~ Part One

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Pairing : Aged down!Bruno x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, doubtfulness. If there’s anything else lemme know.

Plot : You decide to go to Bruno for a vision and it goes surprisingly well despite the news therein being saddening for you. You keep going back, urging Bruno to develop feelings for you. Will his vision shine a little light on the situation for the Madrigal boy.

Pronouns used : he/him for Bruno, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Bruno will be aged down to like 24, reader will be 22ish for this story.

Bruno taglist : @nervoussubjectappreciator @soumya-13 @camilos-mivida @n3r0-1417 @moon-cakiie

You had heard the gossip around town, hearing the way people would talk about the seer of the Madrigal family. Thankfully, you weren’t one to judge somebody from other peoples perceptions of them.

They always spoke his name as if it was forbidden. It didn’t take long for you to hear the words Bruno and bad luck in the same sentence.

You would often wander around town with the same group of friends you always hung out with; Jesse, Adam, Veronica and Mariana. They would always whisper things in your ear about Bruno, letting you know how much of a menace the towns seer was.

However, you needed some insight on the future. You closed up the library in which you worked and began walking across the town.

People whispered his name as if he was something that shouldn’t be talked about, they would talk about him in hushed whispers and call him bad luck.

You watched as the villagers began heading to their homes, not wanting to be caught in yet another one of Pepa’s thunderstorms. You walked slowly, your hands digging into the pocket of your dress as you walked through the town. You glanced up at the darkening sky, Pepa had been having a bad week. You really hoped she was okay. You weren’t the closest with the Madrigal clan, however, you knew that before your Abuela passed away, she got along pretty well with Alma Madrigal.

You slowly approached la casa Madrigal and rapped your knuckles against the door. It was pulled open by Alma, “Hola señora.” You smiled politely.

“Hola, Señorita! It’s (name), right?” She asked.

“Sí, that’s right. Um, is Bruno available?” You asked.

“We’re about to have our evening meal, Señorita. Could you come back later?” The elder asked you.

“O-oh, yes. Of course!” You nodded, not allowing your smile to falter.

Bruno appeared from behind his mother, “It’s okay, mami. I’ve a little time before Julieta is finished preparing the meal.” He let his mother know, a gentle smile adorning his lips.

“Are you sure, mijo?” She asked him, worry evident in her eyes.

“Sí, I’m sure.” He nodded.

Alma stepped aside, allowing you to enter as Bruno began leading you to his vision cave.

The steps almost killed you. “Would you like to be in there with me when I do the vision or would you just like me to bring the vision out to you once it’s done?” He questioned you, turning to you only to see you leaning over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. He stifled a laugh as he watched you.

“Could I be in there please?” You asked politely, finally regaining your composure.

“Of course. Come on in.” He smiled as he led you inside, “Just um… Just don’t hate me if it’s a bad outcome, okay?” He told you.

“I wouldn’t.” You told him, a genuine smile on your features.

He gestured for you to sit across from him, he threw salt and sugar over his shoulder before lighting the leaves and holding his hands out to you, “You might wanna hold on.” He told you.

You nodded, taking his hands in yours. You watched as his eyes glowed bright green before seeing the sand swirl around you. Your eyes were wide in amazement as you stared around; watching the images materialise around you.

You couldn’t make sense of either of them, all you could see was Jolene, your pet kitty. You frowned slightly, your eyes scanning the sand images.

Bruno soon let go of your hand and grabbed the green glass tablet that materialised in front of him, “For what I can see, it isn’t good.” He sighed.

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue, “It’s your, uhm, your cat, it’s going to die.” He mumbled, staring down at the tablet.

You let out a soft sad sigh, “I mean, I knew it was coming but it’s still so sad, you know?” You mumbled.

“It looks like a pretty big cat.” He told you.

“She’s a leopard.” You shrugged, not noticing the way his eyes became wide like you hadn’t just told him that the big cat he’d seen you hugging in your vision was a wild animal.

“A… Uh… A what?” He asked, confusion evident on his face.

You turned your gaze back to him, your eyes were wide. “Oh, I’m sorry. I kinda forget that people don’t expect that when talking about pets. Jolene is a leopard, my Abuela rescued her as a cub from a zoo when I was five so I basically grew up with her. When my Abuela passed away, Jolene was left in my care as my mamá didn’t want her in the house any longer so when I moved out, I took Jolene with me. She started getting sick a while back, I asked your sister for some remedies for her but it seems that was just delaying the inevitable.” You shrugged, staring down at the tablet.

“You keep a leopard in your house?” He asked.

A giggle left your lips, “Sí, well, actually, she used to spend most of her time in the backyard. She only started staying in the house when she got sick.” You sighed.

Bruno nodded, “That makes sense.” He mumbled. “I think.” He added. “I’m sorry it isn’t better news.” He told you as he led you towards the door.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, Bruno.” You smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder as you left. “I’ll see you again, Bruno.” You told him before walking away, a soft smile gracing your features.

The doors of casita closed as Bruno turned on his heel, a soft smile gracing his features as he headed to join his family for dinner. “That looked like it went well.” Julieta observed, sending her brother a soft smile.

“The vision? Not really, her cat’s gonna pass away.” He sighed.

“But she walked out with a smile.” Alma noted.

“And she said she’ll see you again.” Pepa began teasingly. “She likes you.” She poked his cheek as a smirk spread across her features.

Bruno could feel the heat rising to his ears as he sat down, trying to block out his sisters incessant teasing. However, the image of you smiling at him and the lingering touch you left on his shoulder was spinning through his mind as he leant forward on the table, placing his hands over his head with a soft smile beginning to break through his features.

You arrived home, staring at Jolene as she stretched across the sofa. “Hey girl.” You petted her head, earning a loud purr coming from the large animal.

You placed a kiss to the animals head before heading to the kitchen, “You hungry?” You called out.

The leopard let out a soft growl, indicating that she was. You threw out a few fish across the floor, allowing the large animal to eat them up as you began cooking your own meal.

You glanced into the living room, watching as your pet devoured her meal, you leant against the counter and let out a soft sigh.

“It’s not gonna be the same without you, Jojo.”

~ Holaaaaa! New series bc the Camilo one really wasn’t working out for me 😭 Anyways, I know this part is quite short, whoops. Lemme know what y’all think though, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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brunofanfiction · 1 year

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✨Bruno Sick!fic ✨

Master List (Pt.1)

✨Seen with the Eyes, Felt with the Heart

By @breannasfluff

”Bruno is sick. It’s something Julieta can’t heal, a harm stemming from inside himself rather than a simple cold.~”

(One of my fave fics to be honest. It’s got young Mirabel being such a sweetie. Tooth rotting kinda stuff.) #fluff #hurt/comfort #hasfanart

✨Mold in the Wreckage

“Bruno is out of the walls. That doesn’t mean the effects of years of essentially poisoning himself will just go away.~” #hurt/comfort #angst

CW: vomiting

✨Beyond the Walls

“Set after Antonio’s ceremony, Mirabel discovers a sick and feverish Bruno living in the walls of Casita.” #angst #hurt/comfort

CW: starvation, S*lf-harm

✨How are you feeling, hermano?

“Bruno is sick, Julieta comes to care for him.”

#shortfic #fluff #hasfanart

✨A fainting Vision

“Bruno is out of the walls and back with his family. A week in and he gets sick. During a family breakfast he had a vision and sees something that will cause a disaster,~ #hurt/comfort #angst

Fic contains CWs

✨Time heals all Wounds (But they Still Scar)

By @pinkespots

“When Bruno (or any of the Madrigals) get sick their gifts go all wonky, some have an easier time than others. Bruno has to deal with his time powers screwing up and letting his family help him get better.” #fluff #hurt/comfort

This Fic is part of the ‘Bruno has DID’ AU

CW: Childhood trauma

#Bruno madrigal fanfiction #bruno fanfic #sick!fic #angst #hurt/comfort #tw: starvation #Bruno has DID #CW vomit #tw: sh mention #CW:childhood trauma #has fanart #baby mirabel #mirabel madrigal #masterlist

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lnter-net · 2 years

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I made my first zine ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Behind the Prophecy', is my Encanto fan zine, focused on mainly Bruno. It's filled with my Encanto fanart and some short pieces of (very amateur) writing (by me, HAHAHA).

Do check it out and let me know what you think! Sneak peaks below!

#I made it in 1 night and ive never made something like this before so it might not be the prettiest or nicest but i enjoyed making it!#art #doodles #fan zine #encanto fan zine #behind the prophecy #encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno encanto #disney encanto #zine #encanto fanart #bruno fanart #encanto fanfic #tio bruno #artist #bruno fanfic

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5footframe · 1 year

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>>Please find me<<

Summary: Bruno doesn’t make it out of the house in time to escape. The collapsing rubble around him feels somehow lighter than his mothers words.

“Bruno didn’t care about this family.”

Mirabel just wants to bring him home.

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Chapter 4 “Haunted” is out!

“The matriarch of the Madrigals had stood up at Mirabels call. She was in disbelief at her youngest granddaughters words, her son was alive! ‘For now’ a dark voice whispered to her, winding its way to the front of her mind. Dios, her little boy…”

CW: character injury and heavy maternal angst

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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So, this my be a bit specific but I have this nasty little habit of making OC’s to pare with my fictional loves and I fell hard for Bruno. So, with insomnia refusing to let me sleep I have come to your ask box with an idea I would like help expanding upon.

Bruno’s sisters and nieces finally convince him to try and have a vision about himself, specifically if he’s going to find a wife. In his vision he does see him with a girl he doesn’t recognize. A few weeks later the girl from his vision wonders into the village lost, hurt, and no idea how to get home. Bruno recognizes her from the vision, but he also finds out she’s half his age(he’s 50 and she’s 25) and she’s only staying till she can find a way home. So he has a limited amount of time with her, also while getting conflicted because she’s half his age.

She’s shy at first but once she warms up to someone she’s super cuddly and loyal. She has a horrible sense of direction, literally can’t tell left from right. She’s also really sweet and was never sacred of Bruno(or his mice), even when people talk about his visions she’s like “So he sees the future? How is that his fault? He doesn’t make the outcome happen, he just sees it.” Even if he was to have a vision where something happened to her, like she got hurt or sick, she wouldn’t blame him and would more likely tell him not to blame himself. She starts to develop a crush on Bruno but she’s kinda awkward and knows it so she keeps it to herself, instead opting to try and spend as much time as she can with him.

If you don’t want to that’s fine, thank you for hearing me out

Two awkward dorks

"Tío! Come on"

"Don’t rush me kid!"

Bruno closed his eyes then took a deep breath, it was now or never. He had been delaying this vision for god knows how long.

It was only because he wasn’t in the mood to get drenched by pepa’s rain when she got all moody about him not listening to her.

His own future wasn’t something he wanted to know or just be aware about, he didn’t want to see something bad…like he always did but as Julieta once said.

"Even if you didn’t find someone Amor, we are always here beside you"

Pieces of the future flashed through the sands, some familiar places he recognized but he needed a face.

Slowly the sand began creating the face of a woman, unfamiliar to him, someone he had not met before.

Then the sand dropped and the glass piece with the image of the smiling woman stared back at him.

"Great….now how am I suppose to find you.." he groaned.

The madrigals were happy to say the least, looking everywhere for a woman even remotely similar to the vision but nothing. They looked for weeks, until one day.

The family was told that an injured woman walked in the town who looked like she was lost.

Mirabel was the first to see you and her heart raced with excitement when she realized you were indeed the girl her tío saw in his vision.

The family offered for you to stay with him till you heal at least, you felt welcomed, a little shaken but safe.

"So…this is a magic house?" You said.

"Yes! And we all live in it, the amazing madrigals!" Said mirabel.

She was the one that introduced you to everyone, you were a little concerned though with how happy Pepa seemed to have you around….as if she was waiting for you for so long.

Bruno kept his distance from you though, it was due to two reasons, he is too socially awkward to start conversation and two you’re literally half his age.

"I knew it was too good to be true" he mumbled to himself.

It doesn’t take you long to warm up to everyone, eventually try to start conversation with Bruno since he seemed so…distend.

Mirabel told you about his gift and how everyone used to think so negative of it, you genuinely felt bad for him.

"He’s not reasonable for the misfits of others future, he’s only a messenger is all"

Bruno would hear the sort of things you say to defend him and how sweet you were when talking about him with others, it surely made his heart beat a little faster.

He was also the kindest to you as well, from showing his rats to helping you around the casita.

You liked his company and your crush was seen a mile away but you couldn’t say it, so instead that’s how you spent your days together.

Doing little things together, laughing and enjoying all the moments you could see his curls bounce cutely around his face.

Yeah you could stay there for a while longer.

#bruno fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal #tío bruno #fandom: encanto #encanto requests #encanto bruno #encanto x reader #encanto 2021 #encanto #madrigal x reader #madrigal #imagine #fanfic

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allyecrivaine · 2 years

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lain’s masterlist

＊✿❀ REQUESTS:CLOSED ❀✿＊

♡

> minors DNI

> i rarely proofread so please message me if you see any errors lol

> characters do not belong to me <3 but this is my writing! do not repost, please

> comments/likes/reblogs r ENCOURAGED and highly appreciated!! nothing makes me happier than seeing who’s enjoying my work! if u super enjoy something pls don’t be shy and let me know :’)

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❤️ = fluff

🔥 = smut

🌙 = angst

✨ = "other” (either platonic, or v flirty, or a mix of the previous three.., depends on the fic LOL)

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> Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

✧ Series ✧

Pining

— You love going to Oswald’s club...usually with dates. After a rather gruesome date one night, you start going alone, hitting it off with Oswald. One night, the two of you drink alone together, and get it all out in the open...you’ve both been lusting for the other, and you decide to do something about it.

Part 1 ❤️

Part 2 ❤️ ✨

Part 3 🔥

Gotham Blues

— You and Oswald meet when you both work for Fish Mooney, and you form a close relationship. Because Gotham is...Gotham, you end up separated from one another. When you find him again, he sends you away unexpectedly. Even though he broke your heart, you hold out hope, and you get a little possessive of him. In part two, Oswald gets possessive, too.

Part 1 🌙

Part 2 🔥🌙

Looking Out for You

— Oswald shows up at Fish Mooney’s as her new umbrella/errand boy, and you want to show him the ropes of the club. He seems to be finding it difficult to adjust, but you promise to look out for him while he finds his way.

Part 1 ✨

Part 2 🌙 ✨

{♥ still in progress ♥}

༺♥ Drabbles/Oneshots ♥༻

Drunk!Oswald (oneshot)

— Oz comes home from the club drunk, you take care of him <3

link ❤️

Drunk!Reader (oneshot)

— Oswald convinces you to come to his club, and sends Victor Zsasz to pick you up. You get wasted trying to keep up with Zsasz’s drinking, and Oswald helps you out.

link ❤️

“Pawn Shop Blues” angst (drabble)

— When Oswald unexpectedly goes back to Arkham, you wait for him to make a big move and break out again. You wait...and wait...and wait. Eventually, you have to sell some old gifts just to get by. (Based on some lyrics from Pawn Shop Blues by LDR)

link 🌙

New Uniform (drabble)

— For some reason, Oz got you a new “uniform” for the club, but it’s...less than professional. You eventually pry out of him why he wants you to wear this.

link ✨

Love is Weakness (drabble)

— Oswald has been home less and less. Finally, you confront him about it, and he breaks down in front of you.

link 🌙

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Disney

> Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

✧ Series ✧

Modern!Encanto AU

— You don’t have the heart to tell your best friends, Isabela and Dolores, that you’re hooking up with their uncle. In an effort to get his attention, you end up making Bruno jealous, even sort of angry...he decides to teach you a lesson.

Part 1 🌙 ✨

Part 2 🔥

༺♥ Drabbles/Oneshots ♥༻

Sick!Reader (drabble)

— You’ve been ill for a while. Bruno takes care of you, but sometimes, you want to decide what’s best for yourself.

link ❤️✨

Every Man Gets His Wish (oneshot)

— Bruno finds it hard to tell you how he feels, so he spoils you with gifts instead.

link ❤️✨

Be My Daddy (oneshot)

— Set in modern NYC, you meet Bruno on a rough day. He takes you on a date, and you quickly realize that he’s filthy rich. (Mostly platonic, flirty)

link ✨

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Naruto

> Rock Lee (Naruto: Shippuden)

✧ Series ✧

All These Years (discontinued)

— Available to read on Wattpad. You fall for Rock Lee after he helps you out of a tough situation. Mostly fluff, eventual smut in the last chapter I wrote!

link ❤️🌙🔥

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kitsune024 · 1 year

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Encanto Fanfiction

Set in stone by WhistlingWolf13

Fanart by yes-asil

It had been so long since he had been in here. For years already, he had fully believed that he would never see the room again. Standing here now, letting his gaze roam around, he was surprised to find disappointment settling heavily in his chest. He’d managed to get inside. Already, he felt trapped within the tall walls. Defeated, somehow, like the room had managed to pull him back into its grip and never planned to let go.

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Mirabel finds Bruno standing outside the door to his room and learns that he hasn't dared to enter since the magic returned. She never expected that following him inside would lead to new revelations about her tío, his powers and his past.

Chapters: 1/1

#WhistlingWolf13 #fanart by yes-asil #bruno fanfic #encanto fanfic #fanart #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno and mirabel #bruno fanart #mirabel fanart #disney fanfiction #encanto #oneshot fic #completed fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 2 years

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for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 12)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)

Word Count: 983

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)

(I do not own this gif)

Bruno POV

Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back.

30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air.

After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself.

No wonder you always need help catching up.

I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor.

At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth.

Fuck.

I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment.

In class too.

It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class.

Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.

As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out.

“Mr. Madrigal!”

“Y/N?”

She was jogging down the hall to me.

“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath.

“Of course.”

We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.

I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body.

“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat.

“Not for another hour.”

She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down.

“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.

“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.”

She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock.

“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes.

I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto.

She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud.

“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.

A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me.

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.

“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss.

She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!”

She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.

“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall.

She turned to smile back at me.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.

“Wai-” the door shut.

Damn.

Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while. That girl is a wonder.

Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)

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foggyfanfic · 10 months

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Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: At some point last night, the crowd had dispersed, but it had gathered right back up in the morning. The villagers already arguing over Cicero’s innocence.

CW: Discussion of Sexual Assault

Ch1 Prev Next Master List

Chapter 29 Fall Out Niño

Bruno didn’t get a lot in the way of sleep that night. It seemed like every few minutes he would wake up to check on Leandra. But of course, every time he woke up, she was out cold.

Bruno had spent the day of his accidental love confession pacing back and forth in his room, trying to work up the nerve to face Leandra again. When he’d finally left his room to go talk to her, he’d snuck through the streets of Encanto and had the pleasure of overhearing what the village thought about his confession.

And by pleasure he means the exact opposite.

“If I were her I’d be freaking out right about now.”

“Dios, he’s so creepy, the poor girl.”

“-underhanded, accusing Cicero of something like that just to get in between them.”

“I almost feel bad for him, even if he’s not as bad as everybody says, he’s still just… weird, y’know. I mean, what’s with the rats, and the knocking? Could you imagine spending the rest of your life with somebody like that.”

Bruno hadn’t even gotten half way across town before he’d turned back. The last time he’d dated had been in secret, and the relationship before that had occurred before people started to resent him. He’d been so worried about Leandra turning him down but nothing could have prepared him for how heartbreaking it was to hear his whole village say he didn’t deserve love.

He was used to being the town villain, but this, this was a whole other level.

If it hadn’t been for Cicero, Bruno never would have spoken to her again. And he hated that, he hated that Cicero of all people provided the excuse he needed to see her again. He hated that he couldn’t just hide away from the cold, cruel world until people forgot about him. Most of all, he hated seeing Cicero loom over the woman he loved.

Knowing that Cicero was still a threat, but not being brave enough to talk to Leandra, Bruno had put on his more nondescript ruana and watched things from a distance.

He hadn’t really come up with a plan for what he would do if Cicero actually attacked Leandra, but he hadn’t thought he needed to. Leandra had said she had a plan, granted the plan was to simply never be truly alone with Cicero, but that was a pretty solid plan.

To be fair to her, she hadn’t willingly been alone with Cicero. Bruno had watched the whole thing from the shadows cast by the church. He didn’t know if Cicero had noticed that Leandra purposefully kept them within Félix’s line of sight, but Bruno had. He’d even begun to relax, started thinking maybe he should head home, it was kind of weird to be spying on her when she already had somebody looking out for her.

Then Cicero had placed himself between her and Félix, and Bruno realized he needed to do something.

It had taken him what felt like an eternity to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do though. He was panicking, and furious, and all too aware of how much bigger than him Cicero was. His eyes landed on the rock at about the same time Leandra called his name, and the plan-.

Well, he didn’t know if you could call it a plan. Plans had steps, he was pretty sure. Technically, yeah, grabbing a rock and hitting somebody with it was multiple steps, but it wasn’t exactly complicated.

And then he had Leandra in his arms, and she didn’t seem particularly eager to not be in his arms, and she had announced to the whole village that Cicero was a rapist.

And she was maybe Bruno’s girlfriend now?

The point was, Cicero had been in such a hurry to accuse Bruno of attacking him, that he hadn’t buckled his belt before leaving the alley. That combined with the fact that Leandra was “drunk” despite never receiving any real liquor, meant that people didn’t have to take Bruno’s word for it. It was pretty damn obvious what had almost happened in that alley.

Bruno sighed, he’d been staring at the wall opposite Julieta’s bed since he’d woken up with Leandra still tucked under his chin. Her breath was even and steady, and would have been comforting if he wasn’t so frustrated with her.

He didn’t know what exactly she could have done differently, if Cicero was determined to attack her he was always going to find a way, but Bruno still wished she’d been more careful with her own safety. She just handed him her drink for god's sake! Knowing, knowing, what he would do with it.

“Let’s get it over with,” Leandra said, surprising Bruno.

“What?”

“You keep doing your super annoyed sigh, and somehow I doubt you’re annoyed at Pepa or Shoe this time,” her voice was muffled against his chest, “so let’s get the part where you tell me how stupid I was done with so we can get to the part where I can tell you how stupid it was for you to disappear before I could tell you I’m falling in love with you.”

Bruno squeezed her a little closer, “Are you just saying that to distract me from how annoyed at you I am?”

“Hmmm, no, I actually do want to yell at you for your little vanishing act, but I am willing to put my anger aside if you put aside yours.”

“Ok, hold on, no deal. Me laying low for a few days is completely different from you handing a rapist your drink knowing damn well what he’d do with it.”

Leandra just grunted. For a while, neither of them moved, or said anything. She shifted her body a little, pressed a kiss against his chest where her face rested on it, then made a thoughtful noise.

“What?” he asked.

“Trying to think of a way to get out from under these blankets without having to move.”

He propped himself up and considered her. She was wearing a rather nice green dress that covered her neck to ankle, and was under at least two blankets. She was probably burning up.

“A key part of the not moving is that we get to keep cuddling,” Leandra said, trying to tug him back down.

Bruno felt his cheeks grow warm, but tried to ignore his heart dancing inside his chest, “W-we should actually probably get up if you’re feeling better, this is Julieta’s bed.”

“Ugh, but everybody is probably waiting to tell me how reckless I am out there.”

“I’m planning to tell you that, in here.”

“Yeah, but at least you’ll look pretty while you do it.”

Bruno groaned and crammed his face into the pillow, “Leandra, I am going to have a mental breakdown if you start flirting with me right now.”

“A good mental breakdown?”

He turned his head to give her a flat look, and found her staring back at him, eyes dancing.

“You’re very pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?”

“I am. I proved Cicero’s a rapist, and got you in bed in one night. At the rate I’m going I think I might solve world hunger by dinner.”

“Did you have to put yourself directly into the line of fire to do that, though?”

“Can you think of a better way to prove it? And I would have happily just asked you to cuddle with me if I could find you.”

Bruno huffed, ignoring that last part while he tried to think of something as rock solid as Cicero chasing a drugged woman out of an alley with his belt undone.

When he couldn't he just said, “You could have been seriously hurt.”

“Could have, but I knew I’d be alright.”

“No you didn’t, there’s no way you could have possibly known everything would turn out ok," he hadn't even known everything would turn out ok, he'd tried checking the future, but the only certainty was that Cicero would be caught.

“Yeah I could. Ask me how.”

“Fine, how?”

“Because I knew you would be there when I needed you.”

Bruno turned his face back into the pillow. He was a little worried his heart was going to burst through his rib cage and stain Juli’s sheets.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he said, after he finally got his heart under control.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m thinking of giving up my reckless ways and settling down with a trustworthy man.”

“Nope, can’t do it,” Bruno sprung out of the bed, “too in love with you for this. I’ll have Julieta come check on-.”

He stopped talking when she grabbed his wrist, when he turned back to look at her she was kneeling on the bed, suddenly looking nervous.

“Um, I-. If you need a little bit of space, I get it, I’m sorry for pushing, but,” she hesitated, “y-you’re not going to disappear again, are you?”

Bruno blinked at her a few times, and she stared back with wide brown eyes and a slight pout. He sat heavily on the mattress but didn’t say anything, he just kept looking at her.

“Bruno?”

“I-I don’t actually want to leave. I just don’t know how to…,” he couldn’t think of the right words to explain how lost he felt, so he just gestured between them with his free hand.

Leandra seemed to think about it, “Well, if my mouth didn’t currently taste like a decaying fruit salad, I would say you should kiss me. But right now, the flavor of five cocktails stacked on top of each other would kind of ruin the mood.”

“You did have a lot of cocktails yesterday,” Bruno agreed.

“Honestly, when I handed him my glass a part of me just wanted the parade of mock tails to end,” Leandra shuffled forward until she was sitting next to him on the edge of the mattress, “a much larger part of me just really needed to use the restroom, damn the consequences.”

Bruno couldn’t help but snort, even though he didn’t find any of this that funny, then again he wasn’t completely convinced she was joking. Five cocktails and four cups of water was a lot of liquid for one night.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, “But really, I was just… ready to be done with it. I don’t want to be angry, or scared anymore. I just want to move on with my life, you know.”

Bruno nodded. He could understand that.

She sighed, “It’s up to the village to do the right thing, now.”

“Scary thought.”

“I have a lot less faith in those people than I did a year ago.”

Bruno nodded again.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I was scared too,” she admitted, “the plan was for me to go back to Félix the minute I started to feel something and then make a huge scene of realizing my drink had been tampered with. Then Cicero grabbed me and-. Well, you were there.”

“Not a bad plan,” he said, “has a few holes in it though.”

“Sí, like I’m screwed if Cicero drags me into a secluded alley before I can get to Félix.”

Bruno turned his head and kissed the top of hers. Her dark brown curls were pretty wild after the night she’d had, so he tried to straighten it all out as best he could.

“We really should let everybody know you’re awake,” he told her, once her hair was halfway presentable.

“Promise me we’ll get the chance to talk some more? It’s going to be really hard to ask you on a date if you vanish again.”

“A date?”

“Sí. A romantic one, even.”

“I-I suppose I could find the time to be asked out by the woman I love.”

“Good, and while you’re at it, pencil in some kissing as well.”

Bruno grinned, “If y-you insist.”

She stood and waited for him to do the same, then immediately grabbed his hand. Bruno knew he probably shouldn’t be as giddy as he suddenly was, but she was safe, everybody knew Cicero was dangerous, and she did seem to actually want to be his girlfriend.

After spending the last few days over hearing people say he’d never have a chance with her, this just seemed too good to be true.

For her part, Leandra was equally thrilled. Bruno was back, Cicero was caught, and soon she and Bruno would be an official couple. Everything was looking up.

Or at least it was, until they walked into Casita’s courtyard and Leandra was greeted by her father’s stern glare.

He was sitting in one of the chairs next to the front door, talking to Félix. A part of her hoped Félix was defending her, another part hoped he wasn’t taking the fall for her. Every single iota of her being hoped that her father was here talking to Félix by pure coincidence, unlikely as that was.

“Pá,” she cried, barely resisting the temptation to hide behind Bruno, “hola! Um, h-how’s it going?”

“We will discuss your reckless behavior at home,” he said, standing and walking over to her. Before she could respond, he had pulled her into a crushing hug. She hugged him back, knowing better than to protest.

“I’m alright Pá, Bruno and Félix both made sure nothing happened to me,” she said, after the hug had carried on a little too long.

“Ay, mi corazon,” he sighed, he pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders, “who taught you to risk your well-being for others, it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Sorry to tell you this Pá, but I learned selflessness by watching your example,” Leandra smiled up at him, “a-and I knew even if Cicero hurt me, you would still love me, not to mention if somebody didn’t do something he was just going to-.”

“I know mija, I know, it’s nothing you haven’t said before,” he shook his head, “but there’s no reason why you had to be the one to do something.”

“I-if it helps Señor,” Félix slowly approached them, “she did emphasize the fact that she wanted to make sure Cicero attacked her when she was ready to defend herself. So, this wasn’t completely stupid.”

Her Pá snorted and rolled his eyes, “Oh trust me, that’s the only reason I’m not grounding her until she’s a hundred.”

He pulled her into another hug, then kissed her forehead and set his sights on Bruno. Leandra maybe should have warned him that he was about to receive a hug, but the look of shock on his face when her Pá all but scooped him up was too funny to miss out on.

“Thank you for defending me,” Leandra whispered to Félix, while they both watched Bruno and her Pá shake hands.

“Hm, don’t get too grateful, I made sure he knew this was all your idea,” Félix muttered back, then, “you ok? What happened to the plan?”

“Cicero grabbed me while I was trying to get to you,” Leandra didn’t bother whispering this part, “dragged me away. Thankfully Bruno was there.”

“Sí, Gracias mijo,” her Pá gave him another firm slap on the back.

“Did I have an arepa last night? I kind of expected to wake up with bruises,” she asked the room at large. Bruno and Félix were nodding before she was done talking.

Her father scowled, “Where were these bruises mija? And where’s the little hijueputa right now?”

“Señor López,” Señora Madrigal called from where she had just left her room, “I would thank you to allow our justice system a bit of time to sort this matter out.”

Her father snorted, “I would feel a lot better about our justice system if it wasn’t reliant on a bunch of mamertos.”

“Those mamertos happen to be our neighbors,” she retorted, walking down the stairs.

“They’re your neighbors, the only things living next to my house is a bunch of goats. Who I trust ten times as much to handle this, by the way.”

Alma just sighed, “Be that as it may, we have to handle this like civilized people.”

“If that fails, then could we try the goats?” Bruno asked, holding up a finger, “I-I happen to know those- they’ll eat anything if it’s salty enough.”

Leandra giggled, returning to his side so she could grab his hand again. He grinned, blushing happily. If the conversation wasn’t what it was, Bruno would have tried cracking another joke, just to hear her laugh. As it was, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her like a lovesick fool.

“Ew,” Pepa said, appearing from the kitchen with Julieta at her side.

“No Bruno, we are not feeding Cicero to the goats,” his Mamá shook her head, but as she passed him on her way to the door he heard her mutter, “he would give the poor things indigestion.”

“We could probably find a jaguar somewhere,” Señor Lopez grumbled darkly.

“Pepa, Félix, come with me. I will need your testimonies,” Mamá ignored the suggestion, “Julieta, can you give Señorita Lopez a final check up?”

“Sí Mamá,” both women said, Pepa following her mother and Julieta gesturing at Leandra to follow her.

Alma knew, of course, that Señorita Lopez was likely in perfect health. She had already received an arepa, after all. However, she wanted to try and disperse the crowd in the town square before the Lopez duo started the journey home.

The tables set out for the baking contest award ceremony the previous evening had only been half cleaned up. Félix’s table in particular had sat untouched while people verified for themselves that the tequila bottle he had used to mix Leandra’s drinks was filled with water.

At some point last night, the crowd had dispersed, but it had gathered right back up in the morning. The villagers already arguing over Cicero’s innocence.

“How do we know this wasn’t a miscommunication?” somebody yelled.

“Miscommunication?! What the hell sort of-?! ‘Oh, what’s that darling, you wanted your drink with ice? Dreadfully sorry, I thought you said you wanted it with a heavy tranquilizer.’ Miscommunication my ass!”

Pepa snickered.

“Cicero has always been a little over eager with the ladies, he’s young, of course he’s going to make mistakes.”

“I’m young, I like women, I’ve never slipped anything in a girl’s drink.”

“You know he’s just been out of sorts since Rosalie-.”

“Since she what?! Got raped by him? Or have you not connected those dots yet.”

Alma sighed through her nose, she wished she could just throw Cicero to a jaguar or some goats, this whole thing was bound to be a huge mess.

“May I have your attention” she called, stepping up onto the crates which Julieta had used to announce the baking contest’s winner, “While I appreciate your enthusiasm, the official trial will begin this coming Monday, after the market has closed for the day. While I feel we can safely say that Cicero has committed the crime of which he is accused, we still must give him a fair trial. To that end, is there any who feels up to the task of defending Cicero’s actions at court?”

Here people shrunk back. Those who had defended Cicero before, looked down at their feet when confronted with the opportunity to do so in front of his victim’s.

“I will defend my son,” a hand rose in the back of the crowd, and people parted to allow Señor Gutierrez to approach the crates.

“Very well,” Alma nodded at him, “I feel I should tell you that I have been investigating your son’s actions since he drugged Pepa. I have concluded that Cicero is a danger to our Encanto. You will have to argue for why we should allow such a danger to remain here in our home.”

There were a few murmurs throughout the crowd, and Gutierrez reddened, either out of frustration or embarrassment.

“Then I feel I should warn you Señora, and the rest of Encanto, if my son goes, so do I and my winery.”

There was another round of murmuring. Alma stood with her chin set and stared down her nose at him, examining him.

“Did you know, Señor? Did you know what your son has done to the daughters of this village?”

Señor Gutierrez didn’t respond, other than to glance at Pepa, then look quickly away. Alma had the strong urge to step off her crate and slap the man, but she maintained her high ground.

“Go prepare your testimony,” she hissed.

Señor Gutierrez nodded stiffly, but marched out of the town square without so much as a glance back, despite the whispers that followed him.

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