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capypub · 2 years

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prompt 14 pretty please ? :)

#14 “I’m not jealous! It’s just, you’re mine!”

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

She watched her lover, betrothed actually, talk to the woman at the jewelry booth she currently occupied. What had started out as Bruno wandering over to ask a question about a necklace that caught his eye had now turned into a twenty minute conversation with more hair twirling and flirtatious giggling directed towards her soon-to-be-husband for her comfort.

Of course, her sweet lover was oblivious to what was going on, still having trouble recognizing when his own pareja tried to flirt with him, and they were engaged! She huffed, glaring daggers at the pretty jewelry woman who currently held Bruno’s attention. He sported a small, polite small, happily engaging in the conversation as if this woman wasn’t eyeing him like her next meal.

She finally decided she’d have enough when the other woman reached out and touched Bruno’s forearm, laughing at something he had said with more enthusiasm than probably necessary. Calmly crossing the plaza, his lover approached the booth with the natural grace he fell in love with, stopping beside him and greeting him with a sweet smile and kiss on the cheek.

“Almost ready to go, amor?” she asks, lacing her fingers with his, her left hand lightly grasping the sleeve of the hand she held, subtly showing off the engagement ring.

“Claro, mi cielo,” he nodded, still getting flustered at times when she gave him public displays of affection, but loving every time she did, “thank you, señora, for your help,” he said to the vendor who know sported a small scowl.

As they moved away from the booth, Bruno lightly slipped his hand from hers, opting to hook his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer so that he could whisper to her as they made their way out of the crowded market. She preened at his actions, eager to be closer after getting so worked up about the jewelry woman.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he commented quietly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke.

She scoffed with a smirk. “What do you mean?”

He responds with a similar scoff to her own. “You have a very threatening energy when you want to, amor, especially when you’re jealous.” he chuckled, kissing the side of her head.

“I’m not jealous!” she clarified with a growing blush and defiant pout, “it’s just, you’re mine!” she huffs sullenly, avoiding his amused grin.

“You’re right, mi amor, I am yours in every sense of the word, body, mind and soul, as you are mine,” he agreed, kissing her temple, “so what could possibly be the reason for working yourself up over another woman, hm?” he asked, keeping his eyes forward as he maneuvered them past bustling shoppers and running children.

“I…I don’t know, I just…don’t like other women looking at you like that,” she hesitates, “especially when they’re…prettier and, um,more mature,” she murmured.

“Wait, what? What are you talking about, amor?” Bruno questions, completely surprised by where the conversation had gone so quickly, “How long have you felt like this?” he asks her softly, leading them away from the crowded street, opting to walk behind the buildings through the narrower street and alleyways.

“Since we met, Bruno, it’s…hard not to worry when your soon-to-be husband is over ten years older than you, and,” you emphasized, “comes from the most prominent family in the region,” she added, finally coming to a stop and turning away from him, blinking back frustrated and embarrassed tears.

“Oh, mi dulce niña,” Bruno sighs, his chest aching at the sight of his love upset.

“It’s just,” she continues, her voice soft but sharp, “women like her are what people expect you know? Your mother would love go marry her son off to a well-established, mature woman who can make a home and instead, he’s going to marry…some little girl,” she sighs, running her hand through her hair, tensing when Bruno placed his hands on her shoulders and backed her up until she connected with the wall of the building that hid them from the busy crowd just on the other side.

“Corazón, you’re my world, mi cielo, mi vida,” he said, leaning towards her, using his hips to pin hers down, stroking her jaw lovingly as he ghosted a kiss on her temple, then her nose and finally her mouth, “no one else could ever make me feel the things you do,” he adds before kissing her fully this time, her hands coming to grip his shoulders and hold her to him.

Bruno kept her pressed into the wall, his hands wandering her body, barely lingering for more than a moment on one part. She sighs as they kiss, relaxing into his embrace as his hands trace her waist. She chokes on a breath when his hands find her behind, gripping her cheeks firmly as he lifts her up, hooking her legs around his waist and holding her to the wall.

“Bruno!” she gasps, her voice hushed as he held her so provocatively in public.

“Mi amorcita, I can’t help myself,” he says hoarsely against her mouth, his lips creating a wet trail from her own to where her neck and shoulder joined, “just thinking about you makes me so desperate to taste you, mi favorite bombón,” he groans gruffly, sucking at the skin over her pulse, feeling her legs squeeze around his hips at his ministrations.

“Bruno, s-someone could see us, amor,” she attempts, even as her hands lace through his curls and tug, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Let them,” he mutters against her skin, “let them see who you belong to,” he adds, bringing one hand to her chest, softly massaging the flesh through the material of her blouse.

She moans softly, her eyes closing as she loses her sense of reason to his touch, becoming pliant and submissive as he toyed with her nipples and sucked a deep bruise just below her collarbone. He’s waiting for her to fully submit, waiting to hear those words that will signal she’s given into her lust. He kisses her again, hungrily assaulting her mouth with skilled practice. She’s starting to breathe heavier, her own hands beginning to wander under his shirt.

“Bruno, por favor, I can’t,” she chokes out, her head thrown back as he nips and sucks at her earlobe and the soft skin right below it.

“What do you need, mi amorcita?” he asks, already knowing, just needing to push her that last step so he could ravish her and worship her like the goddess she is to him.

“I need you,” she whined, her nails digging into his lower arm as bits her lip.

“You need me?” he teases with a smirk, “what do you need from me, querida?”

“Please,” she whines, her eyes heavy and dilated with lust.

He arched his brow, waiting. “Hm?” he questions, squeezing her hip.

“P-please…papí, I need you,” she cries in frustration, pressing her body into his , feeling his half-hardened length press into her thigh through their close.

Bruno chuckled darkly. “Of course, princesa, your papí will always take care of you,” he said lowly in her ear, immediately spinning her around to press her chest into the wall, bringing her hands to brace against the cold stone, “be good and don’t get us caught,” he directs her, visually sweeping their surroundings before lifting the material of her skirt up, bundling it in his fist while simultaneously undoing his own belt.

She makes small, desperate noises, arching her back in a weak attempt to grind against his leg. He pinched her behind, making her gasp and tense up. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the swollen head of his cock press against her wet folds, her lips parted as she sighed in satisfaction after he’d sheathed himself fully.

“Ah, que fuerte,” he grunted, resting his forehead on her shoulder blades as he waited for her to adjust to the intrusion, struggling to hold himself back from losing himself in the heavenly, warmth and wetness of her.

“Please, papí, I need you to fuck me,” she whispers as he buries his face in her neck and begins to rut slowly.

Bruno has to bring his hand up from squeezing her hip to cover her mouth, worried that her noises might attract curious eyes. She’s squeezing him so nicely not long after he’d set a steady pace, her walls fluttering around his length as she whined and panted into his palm, her cheek pressed into the cold wall. He doesn’t stop until she’s going rigid and trying to push him off, her whole body trembling as he worked her through her release, his own climax approaching, the added risk of their actions only adding to his lust.

“Be good for me, amorcita, I’m almost there,” he groans into her ear, sloppily kissing along her neck as his pace intensified, chasing his end.

“Ah! Fuck, papí, feels so good,” she moans after he released her mouth, both hands coming down to grip her waist and drive himself roughly into her, his nails digging deep into her skin as he feels himself teetering on the edge of his release.

“I’ll be good, papí, I’ll be so good for you,” she eagerly insists, moaning into her own hand when he gives a final low grunt and releases his seed deep into her.

“Oh, mierda, I’ll never be tired of that,” he laughs after catching his breath, helping readjust her clothes as she struggles to stand on shaking legs.

“I love you,” she cooed once they were both presentable again.

“I love you too, mi amor, forever, please talk to me if you ever experience such doubts again, I will gladly remind you how special and wonderful you are, day or night,” he insisted, kissing her passionately, another demonstration of his love that had her swooning and completely enamored by her strange and amazing lover, soon-to-be-husband.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal smut #bruno madrigal fluff #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x original female character #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal encanto #encanto fluff #encanto imagine #encanto smut

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naoko-world · 2 years

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OK today is now Sushi day! Organized by @hectic-hector based on an idea by the wonderful @thecrazyashley-blog!

I wrote a bit of something for the occasion! A ficlet, related to Bruno's fangirl, with Perlita making the Madrigal discovering Sushi. Because honestly it was appropriate since I doubt the Madrigals ever saw Sushi, and Perlita directly comes from our world so she knows what it is and probably like it.

Enjoy!

You can find it on Ao3 in english here and in french here

No warning. Fluff.

978 words

Sushi time at the campsite

Summary: One day at the campsite, Perlita decided it's time for the Madrigals to discover Sushi.

One day during lunchtime, at the campsite, Perlita decided that the Madrigals needed to discover other kinds of tastes, starting with sushi!

This is how she ended up placing a tray full of these delicacies before the fire, Julieta standing beside her, in front of the dumbfounded faces of the family. She couldn't wait to have their opinion on these! When she and Julieta made them at a villager's house, the healer didn't seem convinced, always asking her about if she was sure of her recipe. She happily answered that, of course, she was sure! She was trusting her memory from when she made some at school, and she knew they'd love them! Everyone loves Sushi!

Bruno was the first to talk, asking with suspicion “Corazón...What is that?”

“That? They’re sushi.”

“What is su-chi?"

She thought for a moment, wondering how to answer properly, before smiling and answering “They’re food from a country called Japan in East Asia, situated on an Island with a lot of earthquakes!” Then, she added with confidence “They're good! And they’re actually really expensive over there!”

“These things are actually expensive?” answered Bruno with surprise, pointing at the goods.

“Yes! In Japan they are!”

Then, Perlita stretched her hand toward Agustín, who gave her the chopsticks she asked him to make. The day before, she had drawn what the cutleries should look like so that he could try to make them with wood. She heard he got help from Luisa and Isabela, which is a good thing since the results were chopsticks very close to what Perlita was used to. She watched them with pride, while she was given one twin by Madrigal, keeping one for herself so she could taste them too.

Then, she used those to take one one sushi and hold it to Bruno, all while smiling and saying in an adoring tone "Open your mouth Amor!"

He obeyed, an amused look on his face, letting his girlfriend put the rice and raw fish in his mouth. Then, he closed it to chew, while all the worried eyes were turned to him, waiting for his opinion on it. All besides Camilo, who looked ready to throw his best punchlines for when he’ll eventually spit it in disgust. He won’t though, Perlita was sure of it! Because sushi is delicious and she had the help of the best cook in the entire Encanto!

Her certainty got confirmed by Bruno’s face, which shifted from worry to beaming, exclaiming “That’s good!”

“Huh? Really?” asked Isabela with surprise.

“Yeah! Not the best thing but it's definitely edible!”

Mirabel used her chopsticks to pick one up and put it in her mouth, chewing it a bit before confirming “Oh yeah! That’s good! I would even say delicious!”

It pushed the rest of the family to take one too, most of them beaming once they could taste it, making Perlita feel very proud of herself and her memories of her school days. Well, some of them, as Félix, were making sceptical faces while some others, as Alma, were looking disgusted, but the majority seemed to love sushi.

Once there was none left, Bruno took Perlita in his arms to kiss her forehead, making her giggle, before asking "Mi reina, how come you come up with this kind of surprise?"

"They're from my world Mi rey!" she answered with a big smile. "And I'm lucky I have a good memory."

Agustín questioned her "You said they are from-?"

"From Japan! An island in Asia where-"

"What is Asia?" Luisa interrupted her.

Perlita sighed, feeling how hard it'd be to answer, especially with her limited knowledge. She felt she had to, however since she could feel Alma's stare on her, and her mischievous smile showing she actually knew the answer but wanted to know how she'd do, which was putting pressure on her to try.

Well...Let's start then! "Ah...Well hum..”

She glanced at Bruno, hoping having him in her sight would inspire her. Well, she wasn’t certain it was because of that but afterwards the idea she could start by a parallel with what they already know came to her mind as she was explaining “You agree that here we're in Colombia, on the South America continent?"

They nodded, inciting her to continue with more confidence "In the world you have five continents. One of them is Asia, which has a lot of countries such as China, India, Iran, Russia, Indonesia, Vietnam, and Japan."

"The one Sushi comes from!" noted Pepa.

Perlita nodded "The same one! For what I know of it’s a really old and traditional dish made by hand by some kind of Sushi masters so, nowadays, they’re considered a luxury over there."

"They really use these things?" asked Camilo, showing the chopsticks with an annoyed frown. "They ain't really practical."

"Most countries from East Asia do use them", confirmed Perlita.

“And they didn’t think about changing for something easier to handle?”

“Oh you know,” she smiles. “I just think they are used to it and didn’t feel the need to change.”

“Well, I can understand them!” claimed Isabela with a sassy face. “It’s pretty neat!”

They all watched her as she juggled the chopsticks onto her hand, clearly having fun handling them. Perlita thought she never saw someone be this much at ease with them. Mirabel tried to imitate her but made them fall on the ground with a grimace., making some of her family members chuckle. When most tried themselves though, none was able to do better than Mirabel. Camilo, for example, even managed to do worse by making his chopsticks fly toward the fire, where they got consumed.

With a laugh, Perlita promised them: "Next time I'll make you taste other dishes from my world!"

Bruno kissed her near the ear while giving her an appreciative squeeze against his chest.

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noellemadrigal · 1 month

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I don’t have enough words to describe how much this piece means to me. I feel so happy, emotional and full of joy every time I look at it. The artist of this breathtaking piece is my amazinggggggg friend @artwork.ns 🥹💚💚💚💚💚💚✨✨✨✨✨

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto fanart #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal fanart #encanto extended edition #encanto oc appreciation #bruno madrigal x female reader #encanto fandom #encanto original character #brunomadrigalrats #brunomadrigalxselfinsert #brunomadrigalfanfic #Spotify

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aeshnalacrymosa · 2 months

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Bruno and Aya in Bogotá, 1945

#encanto #bruno madrigal #digital art #encanto fanart #fanart #medibangpaint #medibang art #medibang paint #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #aya la bruja #encanto original character #aeshna's art #aeshna's fics #no magic au

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dororoxpenana · 1 year

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He loves listening to her ramble about her recipes 🌿💚✨️

#Encanto #encanto oc #original character #bruno madrigal #maría madrigal #María Garcia #bruno madrigal x female oc #oc x canon #my art #lineless style #your honor i love them so much

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enchanted-encanto · 1 year

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Commission of my Encanto OC Natalia Moreno by the amazing @ib-gomes! Thank you so much for your beautiful artwork 💖

You can read my completed multi chapter fanfiction about Natalia & Bruno Madrigal's love story “La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart” on AO3 here or on Tumblr here!

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lesbianecrivain · 9 months

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A comment on my Isabela fanfic just made my day 🥺😩

If you havent yet, you can read my Isabela Madrigal fanfic on AO3 right on this link. It's called, "La Profecía del Tío Bruno (Tío Bruno's Prophecy)"

#lesbian #sapphic #original character #La Profecía del Tío Bruno (Tío Bruno's Prophecy)#isabela madrigal x female oc #isabela madrigal #encanto

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applesap-fics · 2 years

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Im gonna go on a murder rampage if people dont start tagging their relationships properly. Its not bruno madrigal & (x name) its bruno madrigal/original female character!! Why do people not know what the slash is for!!

#encanto

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let-love-run-red · 2 years

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"F-for you señorita"

"Me? Que dulce Eres, gracias Bruno"

"You know my name?"

Felt soft so have a doodle of Bruno introducing himself to the newest Encanto resident who might have a little crush on him too

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thisismisogynoir · 2 years

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My Encanto Iceberg!

Top Tier:

* Isabela “Material Girl”

* Encanto books

* Isabela is gay.

* Camilo is genderfluid

* Camilo is a theatre kid!

Second Tier:

* Character name misspellings

* Bruno is Mirabel’s dad AU

* People who think that Camilo is younger than Mirabel for some reason

* Mariano the Himbo

* Generational Trauma

* Whitewashing characters in fanart

Third Tier:

* Punk-rock Isabela

* Camilo’s Interlude

* “The Madrigals Swap Powers For a Day” AUs

* Chaos twins

* Female character villainization

* Camilo plays soccer.

* What if Mirabel died when the Casita crumbled?

Fourth Tier:

* Sexualization of/simping over Camilo in the fanbase

* Camilo and Bruno overhyped when there are strong female protagonists RIGHT THERE!!!

* Dolores lied about the “five babies” line.

* Luisa’s pink unicorn room

* Dolores and Isabela’s “I’m fine”s

Fifth Tier:

* Isabela and Dolores are close.

* Original characters’ names

* (Yandere) Character x reader fics

* Madrigalcest

* Mirabel is Abuela’s successor and thus didn’t get a gift.

Sixth Tier:

* “It looks like rain.” vs “You’re very sweaty.”

* How everyone got their gifts

* Encanto modern AU

* Isabela’s Japanese VA is Aya Hirano!

Seventh Tier:

* What everyone’s rooms look like

* Camilo steals Dolores’ and Isabela’s makeup kits.

* Camilo’s vanity/trinket box

* Camilo and Dolores are Kaminari and Toga respectively.

Bottom Tier:

* Lin Manuel Miranda wants to make a sequel starring Dolores!

* Camilo’s higher register in the end of WDTAB

* Isabela and Dolores used to dress up as each other when they were kids.

Obviously some of these are my own personal headcanons. Please don’t attack me for them. I am entitled to them, just as you are entitled to yours.

If you have any other Encanto theories, fanfics, AUs and headcanons that you think I should know about, then let me know! I...probably won’t put them on the iceberg, though. I’m too lazy for that.

Take care!

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galpalaven · 2 years

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Bruno hadn't always been alone. Love had found him just as it had found his sisters - it just wasn't meant to last. Or so he'd thought. A one-off request for a vision from a stranger turns into something much, much more.

Encanto | 14,000+ Words | Chapter Fic Bruno Madrigal x Female Original Character First Kiss, First Everything really, the story of how Bruno and the love of his life fell in love - parted ways - and then came back together

I posted the first three chapters of my Bruno/OC fic that I've been feverishly writing since I watched the movie the first time please clap

#my writing #encanto fanfic #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x oc #leonora ramirez #brunora

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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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