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capypub · 2 years

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hi! could you do prompt 10 “call me selfish” with bruno :) could be with smut up to you !!

#10 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

Bruno Madrigal was not a materialistic man. He needed very few things to be content and comfortable in his space. Perhaps it was from years of living in a confined hole in the wall or perhaps it was the deeply-ingrained mindset of putting everyone’s needs before his own for the sake of the Encanto, because he was gifted, because he was a Madrigal.

The few valuable possessions he did have, he cherished for one reason or another. Everyone knew this about the prophet, especially when it came to his beloved wife. She was his most prized possession in a way, a testimony to the saying that “good things come to those who wait,” in the form of his happiness when he’s with her. Bruno was not one to consider his wife as an object which literally belonged to him, but rather a source of strength that balances parts of him in a way that he hopes he helps balance parts of her. For example, no one knew that under the mild-mannered, unassuming, socially awkward exterior of Bruno thrummed a passion and intensity that others would find shocking. Bruno was shocked when it first came forward shortly after meeting his wife. Her presence alone brought out a fierce desire to protect and care for as well as a fiery passion that required frequent affection given and received.

“Bruno, stop it,” she laughs, pushing his hands off her waist.

He snickers, ignoring her weak attempts at keeping his hands off of her. Gripping her hips, he lightly pulled her back until she leaned into his chest. Ducking his head, his mouth lingered along her neck, ghosting kisses along her skin. His second-day stubble scratched against her skin in a way that he knew excited her.

“Bruno,” she attempts to warn again, but this time it comes out almost like a sigh as she leans more into him.

“Mi conejita, so pretty, so sweet,” he murmured into the crook of her shoulder, his hands sliding forward across her abdomen until his arms locked around her torso, keeping her firmly pressed into him, groaning as he nuzzled the side of her head.

“Bruno, really,” she giggles, recognizing his tone, “we’re about to leave, mi amor,” she adds softly, laying her hand over his.

“I can’t help it, you’re addicting, I always want you,” he practically whines into her ear, his hands inching up towards her chest.

“Later, amor, you’re mother will have both our heads if we’re late,” she insists, turning in his arms to face him, “plus I’m not going to be the one to explain to Mirabel why her uncle was late either,” she adds, leaning up to peck his lips.

She steps back as he huffs with a pout and an eye roll, unable to admit he would never forgive himself for missing a part of his favorite niece’s sixteenth birthday. They’d been working together for weeks to prepare him for the amount of people about to be drinking and dancing around him. Since his “return” he’s gotten better about socializing and interacting with people but crowds were still a challenge, especially rowdy ones.

With another huff, he followed his wife downstairs. Most of the family has already gathered, greeting the early arrivals. Mirabel would be coming down any minute. Bruno went to make sure the camera was set up for the inevitable picture his mother would want of the family.

“Something to calm your nerves?” she offered, coming up to him after collecting two glasses of wine.

“I don’t think drinking is going to help my nerves, amor,” he scoffs lightheartedly, but still accepts the glass.

They mingle, well she mostly mingles and Bruno does his best to at least attempt to provide input to the various conversations they engaged in before the actual party began. Some groups he was more comfortable in than others and it showed by how much he spoke.

As the evening progressed, the entire house, literally, was in awe of Mirabel, who looked stunning in her handmade dress, her hair done up with flowers complimentary of her sister and the lightest touch of make-up on her eyes and lips. Bruno felt a pang in his chest, remembering the little child who would toddle after him around the house while he tried to keep up with her sisters’ endless energy. Now a beautiful young woman stood before him, a bright and ambitious woman who would continue to do amazing things.

“Dance with me?” his esposa asked softly later into the evening, when most of the food had been eaten and the band had gathered a crowd of dancers.

“You tempt me too easily, conejita,” he chuckles, but leads her towards the dancing mass of people.

They stay towards the back edge of the crowd, moving fluidly together. Bruno was not as theatrical as his sister or as poised as his other sister, but he carried himself well. He held her close, keeping his head low to whisper his desires against the shell of her ear, sporadically nipping at her earlobe or kissing her neck. Having the creativity of an artist meant Bruno spun pros of passion so easily when directed towards his lover. She still swoons and blushes when he weaves naughty desires with intense declarations of love.

“I need you under me, amor, writhing in pleasure while I worship your body,” he growls, feeling how she tenses in his arms, shuddering afterwards.

“Bruno, stop it,” she now whines at him, her tinted a faint pink, only growing more intense as he continued to whisper into her ear while the party carried on, oblivious to the storm of sexual tension building between the quiet couple.

“Perdóneme,” a voice interrupted them, cutting Bruno off mid-sentence.

They stopped swaying, turning to see a man, perhaps in his early thirties, standing in front of them. He offers his hand to his wife, nodding to Bruno briefly. She hesitates, obviously confused by this man.

“May I steal the lady for a dance, señor Madrigal?” he asks, his warm smile showing off a row of sparkling teeth.

“Oh,” she chirps, obviously surprised as she smiles politely, but remains still.

“My wife,” Bruno emphasizes, moving his body so that she stood partially behind him, blocking half of her body from the man’s view, “is actually not feeling very well, I was just about to take her upstairs to rest,” he says, his tone cool and collected, but she knew him well enough to notice the tension in his shoulders and the slight grit in his jaw.

“Ah, of course, my apologies,” the man nods, deflating at the refusal, “I wish you a fast recovery, señora,” he adds respectfully before walking away from them.

He feels her looking at him before he sees it, already prepared for the slight scowl and questioning arched brow. Pulling him aside, they found a quiet hallway free of other guests where they could talk. She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. He felt a small bit of relief knowing she wasn’t mad at him.

“What was that about?” she finally asks after waiting for him to explain himself.

He shrugs begrudgingly, dropping his gaze to the floor. “I just didn’t like the look of him,” he muttered, his hands slipping into his pockets as he slouched a bit into himself.

“Bruno, he was nothing but respectful, what actually bothered you?” she asks with a chuckle, tugging him by his shirt sleeve closer.

They were both silent as she took a step back, pressing her shoulder blades into the wall and pulling him forward until his chest brushed the lace accents on her dress. She stared at him with wide eyes, a mischievous and almost cocky smirk contrasting the innocent gaze. Lifting his arms, he planted both palms flat on the wall on either side of her head, enclosing her space further.

“You’ve never gotten jealous before,” she commented, toying with the top button on his shirt, undoing it and the one right below until a small patch of his dark chest hair poked past the fabric.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you,” he growled, his gaze sharp and glowing faintly as he leaned in and traced a line with his tongue from her pulse to her earlobe, chuckling darkly when she exhales a shuttered breathe.

“Bruno, don’t say such things, I can’t control myself when you talk like that,” she cooed before biting her lip seductively, batting her lashes and pushing her chest up and into his to emphasize her breasts.

“Mi dulce conejita,” he sighs, brushing his nose along her temple, closing his eyes and dragging his hands down from her shoulders to her waist, nimbly gathering the fabric at her hip and slipping his hand underneath, caressing the soft, warm skin of her thigh.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” she teases, but continues to lean into his teasing caress.

“Maybe you’re worth it,” he replied against her neck, biting more frequently now.

“Ah,” she gasps when the hand that had been squeezing and rubbing her thigh slipped past the hem of her underwear, his long and nimble fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this,” he chuckled darkly, feeling her practically dripping, “does the risk turn you on, conejita, hm? The chance of getting caught so exposed with your husband’s hand under your skirt getting you excited? Que traviesa,” he smirked, adding more pressure to her clit as she whined into his shoulder.

“Bruno, please,” she chokes out, her nails digging into his forearm as she grinds into his palm.

“What is it, mi vida? Do you want to cum like this, on my hand? Let everyone in this house know you’re only mine to touch?” he thought aloud, doubling his efforts as her breath became more ragged.

“I need…inside, ah, Bruno, please, please,” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she lightly ruts against his hand.

“You want my fingers inside?” he asks, already knowing the answer, just wanting to see her get more worked up for him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she’s practically sobbing as the intensity of her release grew and grew, “I need you, please Bruno, mi amor,” she whines.

“Such a good girl, asking so sweetly,” he said with a smirk, slipping his middle finger into her pulsing heat.

“Oh, f-fuck…yes, yes, yes,” she begins to pant, her movements becoming more frantic as he slips in his index finger and begins stroking her walls, brushing that spot deep inside her that would bring her release.

“Let go, amor, mierda, I could finish just by watching you come undone like this,” he groaned, rutting his crotch against her thigh as she trembled against him, eyes shut tight as her mouth opened partially in a silent gasp.

Bruno kissed her passionately when he recognized the telltale signs of her approaching end. She cried out against his mouth, her whole body jerking and shuddering as she came around his fingers, her legs wobbling slightly until he used his free hand to help support her.

“Such a good girl,” he praises her, slowly removing his fingers from her heat, admiring the shiny slick coating his hand.

“Only for you,” she purrs, bringing his hand to her mouth and sucking his fingers clean, slowly and seductively, her eyes never leaving his as she cleans his fingers thoroughly.

“I married quite the temptress,” he groaned, pressing his aching length into her leg.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t miss us if we got some air for a bit,” she suggested, toying with his belt buckle.

“Definitely not,” he eagerly agreed, grabbing her hand and quickly leading her upstairs before anyone could notice.

Thankfully the band drowned out most of the noise in the house, the lull of the partygoers drowning out the passionate noises of a couple lost in the throes of desire, frantic and primal, their few minutes of air quickly turning into hours of wanton pleasure as the night turned to morning.

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dororoxpenana · 18 days

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Local man flirts with wife on forest date 🌿

Context: Bruno and María got set up on a little date by their family members to help rekindle their romance. Awkward flirting ensues and lots of blushing 🤭

#encanto #encanto disney #bruno madrigal #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x oc #original character #maría madrigal #encanto fandom #look at them go I love them so much I don't draw them being awkward around each other enough sksksjd-#ofc it'a a forest date setting cause backgrounds kill me smh #my art #why did I do this all in lineless art? cause I hate myself #instagram repost #instagram reel #lineless art

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cutielights · 6 months

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may I request some headcanons for the rise! turtles w/ a reader who loves rats? (like bruno madrigal) they’ve usually got at least one or two on their shoulders, their hoodie/jacket pockets, etc. (their pet ones ofc)

please, and thank you

I need to feed my followers as I finish the fluff alphabet <3 (just gotta write Donnie’s segment!)

What a lovely request anon!

Tw: None

Rise! Boys x Rat owner S/O

Leo

Asks if they’re yours or if they just like you

Enamoured by them, likes seeing them nest in your hair

That’s his lock screen btw, the rats in your hair

Gives them tiny skateboards

Pushes them around on said tiny skateboards

Takes the rats with no warning

Puts them on his head

Gives them lil chew things, in an attempt at preventing holes in everyone’s clothes

An attempt

Gives them small sunglasses, so they can be as “cool as him”

Raph

Your rats don’t like him at first

Have you seen how animals react to this guy?Definitely need some trust exercises

Rat peed on him once

He claims it’s because they don’t like him

And- hey! You never know but probably not

With some treats they eventually come around

Likes holding them, they look so tiny in his hands!

Watches them sleep, just, look at them they’re so cute

Let’s them nap in between his stuffies, just because it’s adorable

Loves their little tails, the way they curl around things? Amazing

Donnie

Could really use a Lab rat or two, but respects that you love them and will not let him

Took a while for him to get used to them

But the rats?

They love him

Maybe it’s the smell

I mean, you guys are a package deal so he doesn’t have a choice, would never pull a ‘it’s me or them’

He does like that they’re warm however, jealous

Of what you may ask? That you get many tiny personal heaters at all times and he does not

But- then again he could just… make some, but I digress

Eventually comes to love them, giving them treats and a place to nap if you aren’t available for whatever reason

Mikey

Loves the little babies from the get go

Makes them food, likes feeding them things

Asks to give any potential babies names

Definitely has a page or two in his sketchbook with them as the muse’s

Watches them take naps in your pockets

LOVES it when they scurry up his arms

It’s so ticklish! And he’s not wearing a shirt so it’s amplified

Watches their shenanigans

Films them too, just as a keepsake

Dies of cuteness when spotting them sleeping

Game: do I like rats? The answer may surprise you! It won’t

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request some Bruno x daughter headcanons? It can be either with Bruno after the events of the movie, before the movie and how the family treats her, or a bit of both? I’m not too picky! Thank you and happy holidays!

꒰ ➼ ❝ every step of the way ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: nothing, some angst

a/n :: i just finished rewatching encanto, so of course you can!! i love this movie so much omg it’s my new comfort movie 😭 i’m just going to split this up to make it easier.

potential encanto spoilers !!

bruno’s disappearance

:: if you were brunos daughter and you were without him, julieta would raise you as if you were her own, because she seems to be the more ‘caring’ and less sensitive on the topic of bruno

:: alma would sympathize with you, but she fears that you will end up like bruno - (or at least the bruno she knows, not who he truly is)

:: the townspeople would be weary of you, perhaps some of the madrigals as well. they say you might pick up after your father, or worse, you are a bad omen.

:: but you were still treated like a madrigal, up until your ceremony.

:: some were hopeful, and some were anxious.

:: a good few of the townspeople didn’t come to the ceremony

:: so when you got your gift, and it has any similarity to bruno? the crowd of people that arrived would rupture with gasps, some protesting

:: alma would close her eyes and turn from you, disappointed. pepas cloud had never been deeper since that day and it was almost confirmed you were a bad person, a bad omen.

:: mirabel would care for you, because she understands. not completely, but she knows what it’s like to have the gifting ceremony not going to plan.

:: but you found out that he did care about you the whole time, it started when you saw rats running through the halls of the casita. wanting to help around the house, you chased after them.

:: and then you found him, at first he would run in shock, before he realized it was you, and he would marvel at how much you grew in his absence (this was if he didn’t look through at the family dinners lol)

:: then you found out someone did care — but he felt guilty after he discovered that you got your gift. the last thing he wanted was for you to be ridiculed because of what almost seemed like his fault

:: so you would come visit him. sharing dinner with him in the walls, and people didn’t really mention your absence that much

:: if someone found out you were going in the walls, banning you for safety reasons, or you got in trouble and were in a bad mood? he would talk to you through the walls and comfort you.

:: from the pov of a kid? he would show you telenovas and tricks with the rats, and show you ‘hermando’ and ‘jorge’.

:: he might not be the best father, but he tries his best to provide and give you the best childhood ever.

bruno’s reappearance

:: after he comes back, bit by bit you repair your relationship with the family — but your relationship with alma would be repaired very slowly. she’s trying.

:: dolores confirmed that she heard your conversations through the walls, and everyone turned to look at y’all like ‘hold on what’

:: bruno would dive in front of you, saying that if you were going to blame anyone, blame him

:: no one really cared, in fact a few thought it was sweet but most people were still in shock about bruno being in the walls in the first place.

:: everyone, even the townspeople would be more comfortable with you and bruno and your gifts :)

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #encanto x reader #platonically ofc #encanto hcs #encanto headcanons

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daincrediblegg · 2 years

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i’ve been a very specific kind of horny for bruno lately like. bruno in low lighting? only illuminated by candlelight like the flashback scene where we get such a blessed shot of his side profile. he looks so fucking GOOD there he’s beautiful. the idea of nuzzling into the crook of his neck, skin brushing against his scruff. KISSING his neck. that’s such a small, simple gesture but it’s really about the Atmosphere of it all you know….. the tenderness gets to me so bad

BRO???? same. I mean I'm a SLUT for good lighting just in general and the lighting in encanto makes me go absolutely feral and rabid (I'm a sucker for color contrast lighting coco killed me with the bluish purple cool lighting vs the bright orange warm light and encanto's lighting had the same vibe in a lot of places and it kills me but anyway) ...

yeah this is making me think about being in his little room in the walls. late at night. the overhead light is off- all that lights the room is the candles he's collected in the place, quietly flickering in all corners of the room.... the warm light dancing off his skin... just makes you want to kiss him all over. And you do. His cheek, his jawline, his neck. And he's sitting there in his old red chair- the place he's spent so many lonely nights wishing that he wasn't... and he's close to crying because that's all over now. All over because you're there and you're kissing him and you want him and god knows he wants you too- he's sure you feel how much he wants you back by now. But then you notice the rivulets on his cheeks, and you hold them, wiping them away under your thumbs- feeling everything he's feeling for yourself, literally. And he can just see by the look in your eyes that you understand. And there's a promise there- that he'll never have to feel alone like that again- one that you seal with a smile- that he returns through more tears before he seals it back- with a kiss.

#thank you for this nonnie you're right #THE ATMOSPHERE REALLY IS IMPORTANT AND MY GOD!!!! ofc I too want to make out in the encanto environmental lighting #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto #just yearning today man just yEARNING

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betrothed2another · 2 years

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Would You... Like To Dance? || Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader

ahh !! its my first ever x reader fic in years, and ofc its bruno, because who doesn’t adore bruno? feedback is much appreciated, and if you have any requests or want me to make a second part, please let me know !!

word count: 2.1k any warnings: nope! just fluff! plot: just a cute little scene from when bruno first met you!

It was a beautiful summer evening, with a sky full of stars and the air warm and comforting, when Bruno Madrigal first met you personally.

Now, don’t get him wrong - he’s certainly seen you before, once or twice. He remembers seeing you run about through town, sewing needles in your hand and fabric strapped to your back as you fulfilled orders for intricate skirts and helped to hem any frayed edges of those who needed the help. A talented seamstress, you were. Very rarely did he go into town - too many damn stairs in his room - but when he did, he found himself unconsciously seeking out your bright laughter from down the street, before he was inevitably dragged back to Casita to perform his daily fortune-telling duties. He’d never actually strapped up the courage to talk to you, of course, much to his sisters’ blend of annoyance and delight at the teasing possibilities.

But now? Now you were here, your dress the color of clear skies and your hair bouncing as you danced on the stones of the Casita, the festivities leaving you feeling energetic and joyful, and Bruno’s hands felt clammy just watching you amongst the other partygoers, watching and waiting.

It was the first Gift ceremony in 28 years. Isabela Madrigal, firstborn grandchild of the Madrigal family, was to receive her gift in a few short minutes.

The entire family was incredibly high-strung, and has been for the better part of a week now, leading up to Isabela’s 5th birthday. His Mamá, for starters, was ensuring everything about this night would go smoothly - it had been quite a while since anybody received a gift, after all. It was best Bruno kept himself, and his gift, out of the way for the night, to let Isabela shine on her perfect night.

And a perfect night it was - the perfect temperature, no bad weather (other than Pepa and her worrying, as Dolores would be turning five in just a few short months as well), and the party was going amazing.

At least Bruno just thought it was amazing. The music was loud and jovial. Anybody who seemed wary of him kept their distance or ignored him, and nobody else seemed to mind his presence. The chicharrones were pretty great. And, okay, obviously, the beautiful seamstress from the village was twirling about nearby the stairs.

She was gorgeous. Her smile alone lit up the Casita, dark sky be damned. Her dress was skillfully sewn, and she just held this.. This air about her that had Bruno feeling light on his feet, and–

“You’re staring, parcero.”

Bruno nearly jumped ten feet in the air, quickly swiveling around to reveal Félix, his brother-in-law with a grin on his face that meant trouble. Bruno cleared his throat, “Uh, you– Uh. Whaaat?” Good save, Bruno, good save. “I’m not staring, where did you, uh, ever get that idea? I’m just.. Enjoyin’ the party! See?” One of the volunteers for the party, carrying around sweets on a plate, passed by at the perfect time, allowing for Bruno to pluck a few off and shove them in his mouth unceremoniously. “Having the time of my life!”

Félix was unconvinced. If anything, he just smiled wider.

Damn it.

“You’re staring, parcero.” Félix repeated. He reached over and lightly jostled Bruno’s thin frame, causing him to cringe, a flush rising high on his face. “Look at you! You’re totally staring at–”

“Shh!” Bruno flapped his hand to try and beg, really, for Félix to shut up. “I’m not.. Okay, I’m staring a little bit. But you don’t need to tell the whole world that, please!”

“Who would’ve thought Y/N would’ve captured your interest, eh, hermano?” Félix patted him on the back, completely ignoring the way Bruno’s ears turned bright pink. Y/N. That was her name. He turned back to look at you, chatting your way through the party, so bright and friendly. His heart seized up. “Do you plan on asking her to dance?”

Startled out of his thoughts, Bruno stammered, “Well, I, uh, I’m not totally sure she’d want to dance with me–”

“Nonsense! She’d be foolish to not wanna dance with THE Bruno Madrigal!”

Was he being sarcastic? He couldn’t tell. “You–”

The music tapered off, causing both men to turn their attention to the one and only Mamá Madrigal, now Abuela Madrigal. Silence overtook the party, all eyes on the matriarch of the family as she began her speech, in preparation for Isabela’s arrival.

“33 years ago, we were all given a miracle. A miracle that blessed us with the opportunity to give back to our community…”

The ceremony went flawlessly. Isabela, nervous as she may be, was blessed with a staggeringly beautiful new bedroom, adorned from ceiling to floor in flowers, as perfect as she usually proved to be. The entire room was alight with celebration - the music was moved to allow Isa dance in her brand new flowery room, the rest of the partygoers filing in to join in on the fun. After the family photo was taken - and after Julieta pulled him in for a quick dance, absolutely brimming with joy - he slowly drifted off towards the side of the room, eyeing the dance floor for the splash of blue he’d found himself admiring not too long ago.

But Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

Bruno’s shoulders deflated some. She must have left. Or she’d somehow heard him and Félix speaking, and she’d been scared away - no doubt she would be, he was Bruno Madrigal, after all. Bringer of bad luck to all. Why wouldn’t she be so–

“Tío Bruno?” A tiny squeak from next to him startled him out of his thoughts. He whipped his head around, heart pounding, to find little Dolores, shyly staring at her feet.

God, this family needs bells strapped to them, how do they keep sneaking up on me? Bruno thought, before his face softened a little and he got down to his knees to match Dolores’ height, just shy of 5 years old and a quiet little one. “Hey, chiquita– What’s going on?”

“I.. I, um, I was listenin’ when you and Papá were talking.” She spoke softly, Bruno having to strain to hear her over the music. “Senorita Y/N is outside in the front lawn.”

Bruno blinked. Clever girl.

“Oh. She is, is she? Well, that’s–”

“She thinks you’re cute!” She blurted out, seemingly without thinking. Before he could ask how she knew, she quickly murmured, “I was listenin’ to her too. When she was talking with Mamá.”

He can already imagine what her gift will be.

“I… Thank you, chiquita. That’s.. Good to know.” Very good to know, actually. His heart was pounding in his chest, a small bit of confidence surging through him. You thought he was cute. Nobody thought he was cute before. Dolores, who seemed to have completed whatever mission she set out to accomplish, flashed him a smile before running off to dance with her cousins and other kids of the village.

Bruno ran off, as well, before his nerves could drag him back down again, off to find the beautiful girl he’d been so infatuated with, just by seeing you.

—

You were outside, just as Dolores had said.

Your chest rose and fell as you laid out on the grass, a little more than overwhelmed with the party. Small, cramped spaces and all that. Besides, you were a little winded from all the dancing, and your knees were feeling a little weak. Or was that from the handsome man you’d caught looking at you more than once during the party?

Bruno Madrigal. The handsome man everyone always warned you about.

You’d never gone to meet him personally for a fortune - you were usually busy with your craft, after all. But you’d heard plenty, plenty of stories from word of mouth. He was creepy, looming over his subjects with a terrifying gleam in his eyes. He brought bad luck to whoever asked their fortune, within a few weeks of being read. He was a recluse, hiding out in his tower all the time.

All those stories seemed a lot less plausible now that you had a good look at him. The only word that you could bring to your mind to describe him was… cute.

But you couldn’t think of a reason why he would look in your direction. You hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary, had you? You were just dancing - maybe you looked like a fool while you did it. You sure did have two left feet when you were younger, maybe that hadn’t gone away. Was it your dress? Your hair?

“Ughhh.” You cupped both of your hands over your face. It was not like you at all to overthink things when it came to a man. In all your 25 years, you’d never had any interest in anybody other than finding the occasional customer attractive, but now that you've seen him… Your palms were sweaty and your heart was thudding up against your ribcage like a fool.

“Are you.. Not enjoying the party?”

You swiftly sat up, bright eyes wide, hair swishing from side to side as you looked for the source of the noise. Turns out, it was from behind out. And it was Bruno. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me coming out here, but then again, the music is kinda loud and you can still hear it all the way out here, and you seemed distracted, I’m sorry, I’ll just– head out. Yeah.”

You didn’t even know what to say. Bruno was right there, in front of you! Backing away! Talk to him, you fool! “You didn’t scare me! I just wasn’t expecting it.” You sent him a reassuring smile, stopping him in his tracks. “You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

Thankfully, that seemed to keep him around. His shoulders - which were tense, you now noticed - slowly relaxed. “So, are you not enjoying the party?” He repeated, slowly approaching again, fingers playing with the frayed edges of his ruana.

“No, no, I am! It’s a very great party, your family sure knows how to put together a celebration.” You were quiet for a moment, and shrugged. “Just a little overwhelming, I suppose.”

“I get it. I’m not exactly a party person myself. My mere presence is being a party pooper.”

You giggled, and you saw his face soften significantly in response. “That’s not true. You seemed to be having fun, from what I could tell.”

Bruno’s face reddening made you smile wider. “You– You were watching me?”

“As much as you were watching me.”

Bruno groaned and covered his face in embarrassment. “You caught that?! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. That was really creepy of me, I hadn’t meant to stare so long. You were just very pretty! And you–”

You were standing up before you realized it, closing the distance between the both of you and gently taking hold of his hands to move them off of his face, taking a moment to admire the slope of his nose, the fuzz of his beard, his gorgeous doe eyes. You were smitten. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute.”

Bruno stared, open vulnerability on his face like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. His eyes flickered down to your lips before quickly moving back up, swallowing past the lump formed in his throat. “Would you.. Like to dance?” Bruno had been right earlier - the music was plenty loud enough for all to hear, even outside on the front lawn.

You didn’t even think about it before wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands coming to join at your waist, puzzle pieces locking together. “I’d love to.”

It took a little bit of foot shuffling to really get your rhythm, to find what worked for both of you, but once you got the hang of it, you lost track of time curled against Bruno’s chest, arms keeping you secure. Your dancing was full of laughter, as he murmured jokes and anecdotes against your ear while you did the same to him. For god knows how long - enough time for non-family members to stream out of Casita and head home - you danced together, with the promise of something more on your fingertips when you held hands. You’d danced until Pepa’s, a firm believer in beauty sleep, voice called out from the doors of the house broke the two of you apart, “Lovebirds! You’re going to catch a cold, save the kisses for morning, will you?!”

The both of you were silent, until fits of laughter ran through the both of you. Before Bruno could reconsider, he took your hands and pulled you back in, your lips meeting in the middle.

It was like magic, his lips against yours.

“Y/N, will you let me walk you home?” He whispered against your lips, eyes full of hope.

And how could you ever say no to that?

#my writing #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno x y/n #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #my first fic !! wahoo #encanto #encanto (2021)

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elleirbagsstuff · 2 years

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I’m not sure if you do requests without the reader but I would like to request a félix and agustín bonding fic like before they got married. like just two dudes vibing and gushing about their girlfriends.

Ooohh, okay!

"Amigo"

Pair: Félix x Agustín

Genre: fluff and ofc platonic

Summary: Fèlix and Agustín decided to spend a day together, just normal buddies hanging out and gushing about their super amazing girlfriends

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"I'll see you later, amor."

"Take care!"

As soon as Julieta kissed Agustín goodbye, he started walking away from the casita, until he tripped on a stone. "Mierda! Not again." He hissed to himself.

He is known as the accident prone of Encanto, you can always see him with bruises on his face, his arms, bee stings everywhere, but he's fine with it.

Well sort of..

"Amigo you good?" He looked up from the ground to see Félix handing him his hand, with a grateful smile he accepted his hand and the latter pulled him up. "You always get yourself in a painful situation Agustín!" Félix said with a laugh while shaking his head.

"Ay believe me amigo, it's frustrating." He checked himself to see if he got any scratch from the fall, thankfully he didn't. "By the way, how are you and Pepa? Anything happened lately?" He asked while placing a hand on his shoulder.

The two started walking as Félix tells Agustín every moment with his lovely girlfriend Pepa.

"One time we were at my house reading a very sad story, when it all suddenly rained, i guess she got sad, then i got wet but it was amazing! Every moment with her is." Agustín gave him a slap on the back while grinning widely.

"Ay look at you! So inlove with your Pepa, hmm?" Félix smirked at him, he faced him while crossing his arms.

"As if you're not inlove with thee Julieta Madrigal!" Agustín laughs softly, i swear, if heart eyes were real, that's Agustín's eyes right now while thinking of Julieta.

"I mean, come on.. you of all people should know that our girls are to die for!" As Agustín shouted that, both of them sighed as they thought of their beautiful and amazing girlfriends.

'The luckiest guys in town' is what the townspeople call the two, and boy do they know it.

"So when are you going to pop the question?" Félix asked while wiggling his eyebrows. Agustín and Julieta have been dating for, let's say 3 years now, while he and Pepa are just about to celebrate their 2 years as a couple next month.

"I don't know.. don't you think it's a little early?"

"Amigo! You've been dating for 3 years now! You need to pop the question! Tho if you're not ready i'm not gonna push you. It's up to you anyways." The latter sighed as he heard what Félix said.

"No, you're right. I've been thinking about it, but sometimes it crosses my mind, what if i'm not good enough for Julieta you know? She's a healer! She heals people with their meals! Meanwhile i'm an accident prone." He drops his shoulder in defeat. While Félix shook his head and heald his friends shoulder straightens him up.

"Listen to me Agustín! You are worthy of Julieta! Repeat after me! I, Agustín."

"I, Agustín"

"Am worthy"

"Of Julieta Madrigal!"

He claps him on the back while smiling proudly.

"Erm, what are you two doing?" The two of them got startled when they heard a voice, they turn around to see the youngest madrigal, Bruno.

"I was just hyping my man up. Uhm you need something?"

"Yeah, Mamá called the two of you, she wants you to join us for dinner." He said with a smile, Agustín turns to look at Félix and he was already smiling at him.

"All right then!"

The three walked to la casa madrigal, with Agustín feeling a little more confident and Félix just can't wait to see his Pepa again.

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All done for our greatest husband and father of disney!

#Encanto #encanto fic #agustín madrigal #félix madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa x félix #agustín x julieta

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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*✧*:･ﾟ✧Encanto *:･ﾟ✧*

I will now be open to writing x reader and other fanfics for the Disney movie, Encanto!

Characters I will write for!

Pepa Madrigal

Julieta Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

Isabella Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Antonio Madrigal (STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Felix Madrigal

Agustín Madrigal

Under no circumstances will incest fics be allowed!!

I will do older character/younger character but both have to be over the age of consent!! (18)

And ofc, absolutley no pedophilia!!

feel free to request!!!! - Janus

#pepa x reader #julieta x reader #bruno x reader #mirabel x reader #isabella x reader #luisa x reader #dolores x reader #camilo x reader #felix x reader #agustin x reader #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto headcanons

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destinywritessometimes · 2 years

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Upcoming Projects

Making this bc I haven’t posted anything I’ve written in a while but I didnt want to seem like I wasn’t doing anything lol

Key:

🌸 - almost finished

🌺 - in progress

🌹 - starting soon

💐 - posted

Encanto

First off I’m gonna make a series based on the one post I made about what each of the amazing madrigals smell like of one shots x readers that go with the things I gave each other them. Ofc I’m not doing all of them but I’ll list the ones I have planned

🌸 Green Tea - Mirabel Madrigal x Gn Reader, Mirabel is caught dancing by just about the prettiest person, and they end up making tea :)

🌺 Coffee - Young Agustín Madrigal (technically not madrigal but idk his old surname 😭) x Gn Reader, All of Agustín’s friends have noticed his obsession with this one coffee house, and they just found out why

🌹 Peppermint - Young Antonio Madrigal x Gn Reader (platonic, older sibling type relationship) After someone scared Antonio into hating peppermints, he needs someone to help him love them again :D

🌹 Freshly Baked Cookies - Camilo Madrigal x Gn Reader, Camilo was supposed to bake something for an event but it seems he waited to long to complete the task, so he enlists one of his especially cute friends to help him

🌺 Old Books - Young Bruno Madrigal x Gn Reader, Since it was usually quiet and empty there, the library was Bruno’s favorite place to be, and it just so happens it was someone else’s favorite place to be too

Might add more but as of rn those are the ones I’m definitely writing

Frozen Lakes

💐 Agustín finds a frozen lake and convinces Bruno to go ice skating with him, what could go wrong ?

Snowmen Aren’t Sentient

💐 Camilo and his s/o get stuck babysitting Antonio on a winter night while the other Madrigals are away, once again, what could go wrong ?

Triplets of Encanto Book 1 Ch. 2

💐 Everyone’s worried Pepa can’t keep her emotions in check, including her, but what happens when her cloud acts out of turn, and their concern turn into fear?

Triplets of Encanto Book 1: Ch. 3

🌺 I don’t have a description yet fjgbjfgn

Paper Snowflakes

💐 Julieta is trying to study and Agustin tries to help her distress

Maze Runner

🌺 Gally thought he was dying

Gally thought he was dying, here are what he was thinking in what he thought were his last moments

🌺 What Happened to the Class of 88?, Aris x Reader

Y/N is sent to a boarding school in the countryside by her parents to escape a plague called the scorch, but little does she know she wasn’t about to become a student, but a lab experiment

Basically Dead Poets Society meets Maze Runner, Inspired by Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

That’s all for now ! Status will change ofc as I work on and eventually upload some of this stuff and I’ll repost it every now and again after major changes :) also I will be adding things based on ideas I get

also just had a crisis trying to find what the male equivalent of maiden name is but I couldn’t ejfniddjodkf anyways

Have a nice day and night !! 💐

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frecklystars · 2 years

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did you think about how the other madrigals would react to you? i bet they're thrilled about you! i think they'd be relieved that bruno found someone that makes him so happy x)

This is so sweet... 🥺🥺 ahh thank you for asking anon!! ;u;

In my universe, maybe a single day before the movie's canon events, my self insert just kinda "falls" in the shape of a falling star and lands into the Encanto! In Luisa's arms, actually. She catches her. And she's like "UHHH GUYS I CAUGHT A FALLING STAR" and they're like.. what do you mean you caught a falling star. And she's like "I caught. A falling. Star. From the sky. Just now." And all these little sparkles and stars take the form of a human -- ✨ poof!! ✨ it's Keri!! :D

So they take one look at her and they're like "ok this girl is obviously not from Colombia, what is she doing here??" but the Encanto did not see her as a threat, so she's here and that must mean she's... safe. Right? And someone falling from the sky in the form of a burning star isn't really the weirdest thing they've seen (I mean, this whole family has gifts beyond the imagination, I'm sure they wouldn't feel TOO frazzled)!

I think most of the Madrigals are kind of confused at first about her sudden appearance in their little village, but super welcoming nonetheless. Abuela, however, is wary almost the entire time. She doesn't want to lose her home again, she has to protect the family, and some stranger dropping in from the sky and claiming that she's here to help you with something and when you ask what do you mean 'something' and she says well I don't know to be honest because it's never specific but I just know that I'm here to help you fix anything that's broken isn't exactly what you want to wake up to at 6 in the morning... especially when there is nothing wrong with La Casa Madrigal and the MAGIC is STRONG and so are the drinks.

Over time though, my S/I would be on very good terms with everyone!! Best terms I think with Bruno, Luisa, Mirabel, and Isabela especially, she feels like they're the easiest to talk to. But the family is so big, and she's not a social person in the slightest, so she'd have to recharge her batteries quite often, and she's never had a family dinner before so ofc THAT is also very overwhelming the first dozen or even hundred times... but at the same time, she loves it. She is not related by blood and she doesn't even speak the same language, but they don't leave her out bc of that; they still treat her like she belongs with them and that's something she's never gonna forget.

I don't have my full story planned out entirely yet, but at the end of everything, I love imagining that she's accepted as a part of the family -- and like you said!! I wanna hope they'd all be really happy that Bruno has someone who he can love unconditionally and receive that same love in turn 🥰🥰🥰

#anonymous #asks #self insert asks #keepsake #💕☆ Don’t you see? You’re my good luck charm! ♡💚🔮⏳🐀#thank you anon 🥺🥺 this was so sweet #i had to rly sit and think abt it!!#and ive been meaning to draw something where #mira is taking her hands during that opening 'welcome to the family madrigal!'#and she's staring at this family wide-eyed in wonder #and she doesnt believe they're telling HER welcome. but they are #and it would be such a rush for her to experience a real family #bc most universes are built off of FOUND families or friendships #this would be her first time seeing an actual family who loves each other #and she didnt get to see that growing up so its surreal but exciting #and maybe a little scary #but she gets along w/ everyone even if she's an anxious wreck the entire time #good thing bruno knows a thing or two about social anxiety #he holds her hand the whoooole time <3

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tally-kiza · 2 years

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lil bruno imagine crossposted from twt that started out an x reader thing but just devolved from there

thinking very hard lately about convincing bruno into starting a community theatre, like putting on a lil play for the town once a month or something. he’s all nervous at first but u see how much he loves acting and writing out ridiculous plots and just kinda needle him into pursuing something youd know hed love.

helping him write out and troubleshoot a script, being his assistant producer/director, rehearsing his lines with him (cuz hes starring as the leading man ofc), even helping him convince his family to get into it too (which they do enthusiastically). mira makes some lovely costumes for the show, camilo dedicates himself into being everyones understudy/the occasional evil twin role, luisa helps out with some quick set changes between scenes, antonio even gets some of his animal friends to help out if a scene calls for it!

the community would be so trepidatious at first, like how good could it be?? but by the end of the show everyone’s gotten so into the plot that theyre clamoring to bruno for a sequel or at least another show and hes so flustered that he doesnt even know how to react. he’d be convinced that that show was just a fluke, that surely it wouldn’t go so well if he did another one... but cut to a month or two later and hes putting on his bravest face and presenting his next play. and then another one a few months later. and another. and another.

and then one day hes not Bad Luck Bruno anymore. hes not Creepy Bruno, Killer of Goldfish anymore. hes bruno the actor. the director. the one who lights up the community’s month with his incredibly well written stories, the one who inspires the town kiddos to get into acting and more creative pursuits.

and sure, the town had warmed up to him since hed left the walls, especially with how mirabel had been making his case to everyone, but Now. everyone loved him people actively stopped to chat with him on the street. waving him down and asking about the next play, or encouraging him not to overwork himself producing his next big thing. and none of its because of some magic or cuz of his status as a madrigal. but because brunos just. bruno. just creative talented bruno. and as proud as his family always is of him lately since he returned, as they all committed to each other, i think them seeing him finally thriving in town for the most he has in decades would make them beyond overjoyed and beyond proud of him.

and it would definitely make alma shed a tear or two, whenever she looks at her lil boy worrying over the next bit of dialogue in his script, and she remembers just how similar he is to pedro, the writer who had so many plans and dreams to write novels and stories just like bruno’s someday. and she knows that out of the whole family, pedro would be the most proud of bruno of all.

just arrhrgh head empty only bruno and his community theatre and his incredible shows come to life 🥺

also hey this started out as an x reader thing and then i got distracted so for bonus points i want to imagine that if bruno hasnt confessed his feelings for u by that first play he makes, the whole plot is just about the star-crossed romance between his persona and the one he crafted just for you. it makes his feelings very obvious when he bashfully tries to cast u as his co-star and during the rehearsal for the kissing scenes njhbjna.

but he has to change both his stars at the last second when he suddenly remembers his family is gonna be there and like hell is this anxious man gonna sweep u off ur feet in front of god and his family and the whole town 😂 he prides himself on putting his internal feelings aside when hes acting but he'll let the understudies take care of that awkward bit this time.

#bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #havent posted headcanons on here in like 2 years goodness #the urge to write this into a full fic is so strong someone pls stop me

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capypub · 2 years

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alllo!!

could i get prompt #3 for bruno madrigal with smut where reader gets hit on and bruno gets jealous?

if you’re too busy that’s okay! thank you <3

Slowly but surely, I'll get them posted. This is much longer than I intended lol

#3 “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

The night’s warm summer air only heightened the buzz of energy growing in the plaza of the Encanto. The sun had set only minutes before and already the streets were illuminated with lanterns and torches, a decent-sized bonfire sparking to life on the north end of the plaza, across from the Church. Some vendors had been roasting a pig since the early afternoon over a spit fire, meticulously taking turns cranking the handle to keep the pig turning, ensuring an even cook for picada colombiana.

Bruno sat at a table away from the crowd of dancing bodies, trying his hardest not to bolt straight to Casita and escape the noise and people. His…well his…he wasn’t sure how to describe her. Calling her his novia sounded childish, like an adolescent experiencing their first relationship, but she also was not his betrothed. His…pareja sat beside him, her hand innocently resting on his knee, an unconscious need for physical touch an apparent habit for both of them.

He glanced at her over his wine glass, his third one since they’d arrived only a couple hours ago. She sat slightly turned away from him, deep in conversation with Camilo about a girl he apparently likes and wants to impress tonight.

His eyes scanned the area, catching the curious or nervous glances from some of the villagers directed towards him. Upon arrival, he’d also spotted a group of men eyeing his pareja with more interest than he considered comfortable. She had wanted to dance, he knew this, but with his anxiety particularly high over the past few weeks, he couldn’t find the motivation to indulge his beloved no matter how much he wished to, always eager to see her gorgeous smile.

“Bruno!” she said suddenly, squeezing his knee to get his attention.

“Hm?”

“I asked if you’ll be okay here while Camillo and I go dance,” she repeated with an eager grin as Camillo stood up from the table.

“Of course, mi vida, go and have fun,” he nodded, taking the hand that was on his knee and kissing her knuckles lightly.

“Join us if you want, tío,” Camillo added, always open to see his uncle enjoying himself after all those years.

“Maybe in a bit,” Bruno nodded, but his tone told both of them that it was for show, “take good care of her, Millo,” he teased, accepting the brief kiss his pareja left on his lips before they both left the table.

He watched them, a content grin on his face as his nephew maneuvered them around the crowded space with the finesse and enthusiasm of his father. Seeing her smile and laugh as Camillo spun and twisted her brought further warmth to his heart and when his eyes accidentally scanned down to her hips that moved in time with the music, the warmth continued to spread throughout his whole body.

Bruno finished off his glass of wine, rising from the table in search of a refill to continue calming his nerves amongst the celebration. As he reached a long table filled with food and various bottles and pitchers, he checked on her again as he poured his fourth glass of the evening. He almost dropped both the glass and the bottle when he caught the familiar green of the dress his pareja had chosen for the night. She and Camillo were approached by one of the men that had been ogling her earlier. He spoke briefly to them. She exchanged a look with Camillo, who looked very hesitant to let her go. As Bruno’s jaw tightened while watching the short interaction, he felt the warmth in his body begin to bubble and thicken into something much more…intense.

Camillo shook his head at the man with a scowl, attempting to move them away from the other man. He put a hand on Camillo’s shoulder and leaned down to speak quietly to him. Bruno was already moving towards the crowd, anxiety forgotten as his tunnel vision only allowed him to focus on his nephew and his lover.

“...such a pretty thing needs a real man to take care of her, so get lost, kid,” the man said, grabbing his pareja by her wrist and tugging her towards him just as Bruno had reached them.

“Oye, real men don’t threaten people to get what they want,” Bruno said from behind him, his eyes blazing a fiery emerald.

“Get lost, carechimba,” the man huffed, disregarding Bruno completely, never turning his gaze away from his pareja.

Bruno’s eyes only grew brighter, a blinding green hue casting over all of them as the wind suddenly picked up, biting harshly at the skin due to the mix of sand and dirt and rock. This got the man’s attention. He turned to the youngest Madrigal and gasped, caught completely off guard by the demonic glow of Bruno’s eyes. The wind began swirling around, knocking things off tables and blowing up skirts.

“Bruno!” he could hear his pareja say over the roar in his ears as his anger grew to a crescendo.

“Touch her again, threaten my family again, and I won’t need to look into the future to know your fate,” Bruno said slowly, his voice an eerie calm that felt more threatening than if he had been yelling.

“S-sί, claro, alright,” he groveled, releasing his lover and taking a large step back, “I’m sorry okay, I didn’t mean to disrespect anyone,” he added frantically when the wind continued growing in intensity.

Before the situation got any worse, Bruno felt hands on his shoulders, small and familiar hands that immediately soothed his anger. The roaring in his ears began to die down at the same pace as the winds enveloping the plaza. The band had stopped and everyone stood and watched in alarmed silence.

“Mi amor, it’s okay, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he heard her whispering soothingly into his ear, rubbing his back.

“Bruno, enough…” he heard Juli saying in his other ear, her voice sounding farther away.

With a shaky breath, Bruno drew back his power, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempted to regain control of himself. Only at this point had he realized he had been trembling the entire time, his muscles tense and aching as his anger diminished.

“Oh, Bruno,” his lover said once he’d opened his eyes and she could see he was himself again.

“¿A-amor?” he gasped as she tightly threw her arms around his neck, holding him close as she peppered the side of his face with kisses.

As she continued to shower him in affection, Juli and Augustin handled the crowd, easing everyone’s worries and encouraging the band to start up again. Bruno was led away from the center of the crowd and back to the table after his lover had explained what had happened.

“Feeling okay, corazón?” she asked, offering him a glass of water as she rubbed his arm slowly.

“I’m fine, mi vida, I’m sorry,” he sighed, thankful that he at least didn’t suffer from a headache after using so much power so quickly.

“What you did out there…” she began, her movements stuttering on his arm as she hesitated on the next word.

“I, um, I understand if you don’t want to…b-be with me anymore, I’m su-.”

“Bruno,” she cut him off quickly, her nails digging into his thigh just enough to get his attention, “I’m not mad, I’m not scared, or anything like that,” she insisted, her concern shifting to mischief as she smirked, her hand slowly creeping up his pants to poke at his hip.

“T-then, uh, huh,” he made a nervous noise, “w-what are you feeling?” he asked hesitantly, all of his attention on her intimate touch as he tried to keep eye contact with her.

“Well,” she began with a flirtatious giggle, “let’s just say…jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you…and me, amor,” she said with a shrug, her hand ghosting over his crotch, causing him to choke on his breath at the sudden sensation.

“O-oh, corazón, m-maybe we should go home for the evening,” he tried to suggest, his grip on the edges of his chair so hard his knuckles were whiter than the cocadas blancas on the dessert table.

“I don’t think I can wait until we get home, Bruno,” she purred, her grip now firm on his thigh, kneading his flesh in a way that had him groaning low in his chest.

“M-mi vida, p-por favor,” he choked out as she continued to tease him, her touch growing bolder when he didn’t try to stop her.

He watched her as she contemplated for a moment, scanning the area over his shoulder, the wheels in her mind turning with a mischievous idea. Leaning in close, her lips touched his earlobe with a warm breath that had him shivering.

“There’s a grove of trees near the fountain behind the church, we just need to keep quiet,” she said softly in his ear, kissing his temple before leaning back.

“A-are you sure?” he questioned, brows raised and tone hushed.

She bit her lip with a smirk. “Seeing you like that, so…protective and in-command…it made me feel things, amor, I need you…now.”

Ignited with a sudden blinding passion, Bruno grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the table, winding past chairs and bodies towards the church. She giggled happily behind him, scurrying to keep up with him. They went behind the building without anyone noticing. Bruno was thankful that no one had gotten any similar ideas, the open courtyard empty.

“Over there,” she whispered, gripping his sleeve, pressing her chest into his back.

Moving towards the shadowy grove of trees, the couple retreated deeper into the thicket until they hit the brick wall encompassing the courtyard. The other side of the wall consisted of houses, most likely empty as everyone seemed to still be celebrating. She was quick to back Bruno into the breaks, breathy and frantic as they kissed feverishly. Her hands were quick to work open the buttons of his shirt, her nails digging into his chest as he blindly groped at her sides. Such acts were still new to Bruno after his return from isolation, but he's proven himself eager to learn all the ways to make his pareja feel pleasure.

“Oh, amor,” she gasps softly, just slightly above a whisper when Bruno’s hands find a way under her skirt, warm and calloused on her soft thighs.

Spurred by her sweet, desperate noises, Bruno pushed and side stepped so he could maneuver her back into the rough stone. She hit the wall with a slight gasp, her breath only becoming more uneven as Bruno’s mouth littered her neck with a mixture of soft kisses and rough bites. She moans into his ear, both arms coming to wind around his neck as she lifts a leg onto his hip.

“P-please Bruno, I can’t wait, I need you in me,” she begs, her hands sliding down his exposed chest to work frantically at his belt.

“Oh, mierda, serás la muerte de mí,” he groans when her nimble fingers dip past the band of his underwear and grip his hardening length.

“You were so brave, mi amor,” she cooed softly while beginning to stroke him, “watching you come out of the crowd, eyes ablaze, como un léon, ugh, I wanted to tear your clothes off in the middle of the dance floor,” she whispered, stoking the already growing flame of desire inside of him.

“Hngg, oh fuck, amor, I-I can’t-“ he gasps, unsure of what he even wanted to say.

While he struggled with his words, his mind frazzled by her words and her soft touch, his hands took control, slipping her underwear off before pulling her leg higher up his waist, guiding his fully erect length to her sex. He couldn’t help the choked groan that escaped his throat as the sensitive head of his cock felt how wet she was, absolutely dripping for him.

“Shh,” she shushed him with a soft laugh, her lips connecting with his just before he slipped inside of her.

Their mouths interlocked helped stifle the mutual groan from both of them as Bruno sheathed himself fully in her, beginning to lightly thrust as she adjusted to the intrusion. He pushed her back until she was leaning against the wall and then picked her up by the back of her thighs without disconnecting from her. She’s gasping not long after, muffling her noises into his mouth or his neck, her nails digging into his back.

“Ah, j-just like that,” she stutters.

Lost in the euphoria that was her walls squeezing him tightly, Bruno felt his orgasm approaching faster than he would have liked. The potential of them being discovered only heightened his adrenaline, sending him barreling towards his end. He brought a hand to her chest, squeezing her breast over the fabric of her shirt, feeling her hardened nipple between his fingertips.

“So good,” she whined, “fuck, Bruno, it feels so good.”

“Are you close, bebita? You’re gripping me so tightly,” Bruno grunted, thrusting up into her erratically as he chased his release.

She nods frantically, pulling him by his curls for a searing kiss. He feels her clenching even tighter, encouraged by her breathy pants and whines against his mouth. Between the scratchy stone pressing into her back and Bruno’s rough grip on her thighs, she was drowning in erotic bliss. The risk of being caught, the pain at her back mixing deliciously with the pleasure her lover was giving, it was all too much. She cried out against his mouth, shuddering and twitching, practically vibrating as she basked in the electric pleasure pulsing through her body. This triggered Bruno’s inevitable release, his teeth biting into her shoulder as he moaned, his thrusts coming to a stop until he simply held her between him and the wall, low and heavy pants blending into the natural symphony of the jungle nightlife.

“Are…are you okay, amor? Did I hurt you?” Bruno asked once he’d caught his breath, slowly easing her back to the ground, keeping her upright as she tried to balance on wobbly legs.

“I’m wonderful, mi corazón,” she giggled, beaming at him as she lovingly ran her hand through his hair, “I’ve never cum so hard,” she added, pushing off the wall and leaning into him with a laugh.

Bruno chuckled as well, the adrenaline now dying down in his system. “I doubt we were missed, sounds like the fireworks are starting soon,” he said, listening for the sounds of chatter and music.

“Perhaps that will be just enough noise for one more round,” she said against his lips, guiding his hands back to her hips.

“O-oh, I’m, uh- ah!” he jumped as the first screeching rocket flew into the dark skies above them, bursting into a shower of sparkling blues and reds. Before Bruno could give her a proper answer, they were kissing under the bursts of light, their noises masked by the loud pops and bangs of the firework show. Completely abandoning any concern, Bruno allowed himself the chance to relax and get lost in soft touches and wet lips. Yes, he would do anything to protect his pareja, especially if this was what would be the outcome every time…

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hallwaycrush · 2 years

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can I have a reader x Camilo hc's where the reader and her family have a seriousness aesthetic but turn out to be just as nice and happy as the madrigals, they just went through a lot such as war, natural disasters, illnesses, etc.

Bonus: the reader's family has gifts as well. the readers gift is the same as Julieta's and Isabela's and the reader see's Bruno as a father figure. the reader also has the mom energy and pampers Camilo like there's no tomorrow, along with the rest of the family

Ofc!

To be honest Camilo was intimidated by you and your family at first

But after he got to know you better he hung out with your family a lot actually

His family loves your family too

He loved your gift too

I mean flowers and healing?

Who wouldn’t love that!

He also found it kind of funny you clung to Bruno

Bruno was also pretty scared of your family before he knew you better

But after getting to know you he adored you

Camilo gets teased a lot because of how much you pamper him

“Wow you did something running to your girlfriend again Camilo?”

“SHUT UP ISA!”

His family is guilty of letting you baby them too though

Mainly Luisa and Mirabel

Alma really bonds with your family too due to their past

Both went through a lot

———

Me omw to give all my followers a platonic kiss : 🏃‍♀️

Requests are open!

#encanto #camilo madrigal #requests are open #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo encanto #fanfic #headcanons #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal

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orange-waterfalls · 3 years

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Fic Rubric!

what I will write for:

Markiplier Egos and characters

The Mandalorian

Boba Fett ^-^

SLASHERS

Bruno Madrigal and Bruno Madrigal ONLY

HOLLOW KNIGHT (not,,,, not the little guys. I can't.)

specifically Adrian Chase and Murn and Harcourt from Peacemaker <333

Andrew Garfield Spider-Man in particular

Tom Hardy Eddie Brock <3 (and Venom ofc)

WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE LMAO

what I will write

x readers

ships

male/gender neutral reader

person/oc x character (if you ask politely)

Platonic

Romantic

General fanfic (non-slash fanfiction)

Imagines

One-shots

Headcanons

what I will not write

Strictly female reader

Pedophilia

Suicide

Gore (a bit of blood and death is fine lmao)

NSFW of any kind

Masterlist (will link later give me a “little bit” lmao)

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sheeshcamilo-lover · 2 years

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Okay so I see TOO FEW Bruno and male reader imagines lol can you do one where the reader is just as shy and dorky as Bruno who loves his rats just as much as he does and they have a crush on the other and plot happens and they get together and spicey times ensue?

Yeah of course!

YOUR HERMOSO

Bruno x Male! Shy! Reader

Ofc both aged up (you're both around 25- 30 ish)

He/him for Bruno

He/him for reader

It was a casual day. You went out and looked for a quiet spot where you could be yourself. Where no one would interrupt you or judge you . Thus you went up to your favorite spot on a hill where rarely anyone would go there just 'because' .

You took a deep breath and inhaled the clean warm air which surrounded you. You were deep in your thoughts and didn't hear someone coming. You were a little surprised when suddenly a man with brown blackish curls starts sitting down next to you . You tried to speak when a small rat appeared. You looked at the rat and averted your eyes to Bruno and gathered your courage as you asked " May I touch the rat ? It seems fluffy " he stared at you but nodded with a shy small smile. Slowly petting the rat you noticed that the rat was indeed fluffy and you had a bright smile on your face. Bruno chuckled " You sure look like you're enjoying yourself" You nodded eagerly whisper-mouthing 'IT IS SOOOO FLUFFY :0' Bruno let out a small laugh and you noticed your cheeks heating up and your heart beating faster .

You averted your eyes trying not to look at Bruno when he suddenly said " Oh! I am Bruno Madrigal what is your name? "

Your head tilted into his direction "Y- (Y/N) Nice to meet you Bruno!" You gave him your brightest and most kind smile and at that moment Bruno also felt Butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks warming up . " Yeah it definitely is nice to meet you" Bruno sank into a minute of thoughts ' What are these feelings I feel oddly strange around him.... but not in a bad way' He snapped out of his thoughts . "Would you like to visit my house (Y/n)? It sure is getting late and I seem to have surprised you not too long ago so you can see it as a repayment for startling you!"

"Oh I wouldn't want to be a bother " you said shyly looking to the ground . "Naw come on you aren't and my rats love you so please? Please please pleaseeee?" He begged

You smiled and blushed and replied "Alright but if I bother please tell me alright ?"

'Yayyy ' He chanted and took your hand while walking in a fast pace towards the Casa Madrigal

You looked around enchanted by the Casita which never fails to impress you

" Come on my room has too many stairs so I have something like a second room"

He led you to his little chill area and the moment you walked in you had stars in your eyes " So many ratsssss " You happily exclaimed and you began trying to pet every little rat. At this moment Bruno realized that he was in love .

You spent every day with Bruno and grew very fond of him. One day you realized that you had a crush on Bruno. You felt like these feelings growing within you were nagging you to just confess to him . But you were to shy.... so one day you went to Bruno and asked for a vision in your future . After the preparations were met You two were holding hands and you looked at the sand surrounding you . Suddenly you saw Bruno and yourself , you started to blush at what was next you two were holding hands and it seemed like you confessed as Bruno hugged you and started to pepper your face with kisses.

Suddenly you saw a hard blush on Brunos face. As the Prophecy fell into his hands he gently and carefully laid it down trying not to crack or destroy it . He calmly walked up to you and - confessed.

Tears of happiness were seen in your eyes as you held his hands and hugged him of course accepting his confession as he indeed started to pepper your face with kisses

CONTENT WARNING +18

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I have warned you

He started to lift you up which made you gasp. He used that momentum to kiss you and afterwards slide his tounge in. After he went up to his bed he carefully placed you down and you already were able to see his bulge through his pants , you started to blush , being unable to look away from it. He gently lifted your face showing you a different view as he suddenly took off his top showing his body and you adored it .

It wasn't a six pack but you could see V lines and you adored how perfectly imperfect his body was . His arms having muscles that weren't small at all but it wasn't weirdly large or unfitting . He helped you take your shirt of and took your pants off. Afterwards he took his pants of but you tried to help him pulling the pants down eagerly.

You looked at his boxers as his erect penis practically shined through afterwards you took your boxers off and helped him with his as his dick was there in full length. You couldn't help yourself and started sucking him off. His moans were only cheering you on as you tried your best to please his as much as possible. He was close and you tried your best to keep sucking even after he came. He started to fainly breath out " I am close Hermoso" you bopped your head faster as he came in your mouth and you took it out of your mouth with a pop.

He looked lovingly at you and gently put you on his bed . He started to put on a little lube to make sure to not hurt you. "Ready ?" He asked worriedly "Y-yes" you stuttered. Bruno pushed in a little bit of his length making sure to try to give you time to get used to it. You nodded which gave Bruno the sign to move and boy oh boy he moved . He started by moving a little bit and as the pain subsided for you and you started to moan in pleasure he thrusted . Not too long and you were close "I- I" you managed to get out " M-me too" He said under his breath. "Mhhh~" you both reached you climax and Bruno flopped to the bed next to you pulling you in his arms " We definitely have to get married " He smiled and you nodded slowly drifting to sleep

Hope you enjoyed it and I am praying that Auto correct didn't make any spelling mistakes!

#male reader #bruno madrigal

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