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Let Me Hear Your Voice
Trafalgar Law x f!reader
tw : a sprinkles of angst to fluff. alcohol consumption. SFW
wc : 5.2k
a/n : Second part to Silence.
Let's just say the set is when Luffy becomes the King of Pirates, and all of them just enjoying life peacefully now. And Law gets his sub again.
At first I want to keep it short, but I got carried away. I hope it's not to cheesy. I'm sorry for any grammar errors.
It's best to read this while listening to :
❆ Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon
❆ Taylor Swift - Red (Taylor's Version)
❆ Taylor Swift - Don't Blame Me
Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
"Law! Look! This polar bear looks like Bepo." You tug Law's sleeve and show him the polar bear keyring, eyes beaming and smiling ear to ear. Law can feel the light thump at his heart when he see your smile. Law raise his hand and reach your face. When his hand touch your cheek, you vanished into thin air. Law eyes widened and he frantically try to grasp the place that you stand just a moment ago, "No. No.. Y/N... NO!!" Law shouts and open his eyes, his hand up in the air as if he tries to reach something, someone. He can feel his tears rolling down to his cheeks, his breathing ragged. He sits up trying to catch his breath, he looks out at his opened window, feeling the afternoon breeze.
Law wipes the tears and pinch the bridge of his nose. He sighs feeling his body getting heavy. Law lays back and try to sleep again, just to meet you. Just to see your smile again, just to hear your voice, your sweet voice calling his name.
"Heh. So pathetic." Law drape his forearm to cover his eyes, biting his bottom lips until he can taste the blood seeping out. He tries so hard to not cry again.
How many days has passes since you walk away from him? How many days and nights you always come to his dream? How long he has to endure this torture? Is there really no hope for you to come back to him? Does what he said to you is not enough? I love you, is that not enough? Do you really don't love him anymore?
"Umm, Captain." Bepo knocks on Law door cautiously.
Law let out a long sighs, "What, Bepo?"
Bepo slowly opens the door enough for his head to pop in. Sachi and Penguin also pop their head in to check on their captain. "It's almost dinner time, you should come out and eat." Penguin try to say it with a cheerful tone.
Law lays on his side showing his back to the door, "Not hungry."
They sighs quietly and looking at each other, then they close the door leaving their captain.
"So... What are we gonna do about this?" Sachi scratch his head as they walks to the dinning area.
"No idea. We even don't know what he's been thinking. Does he still can't get over Y/N?" Penguin cross his arms.
"Why does that matter?" Bepo innocently ask.
"So then we can think what are our next step is. You stupid." Penguin and Sachi says in unison.
"I'm sorry." Bepo hung his head down.
"We should talk to him. We can't let this goes on. He looks terrible." Sachi shakes his head.
"We should talk to him after dinner." Penguin nods to Sachi, agreeing with how terrible Law is right now.
As the night comes, Penguin and Sachi strides to Law's room bringing his dinner as excuse. They knocks and let themselves in. They thought Law will be still at the bed, turns out Law is sitting on his desk chair being absentmindedly staring at his scattered papers. His left hand propped at his jaw while the right hand is holding something.
“We brought you dinner, Captain.” Sachi put down the tray in front of Law’s face.
Penguin and Sachi can see clearly now what’s Law been holding and staring. Your letters and the sketch sheets.
“Law, we need to talk. As a friends. Not as subordinates.” Penguin taps his finger to Law’s desk to get his attention.
“Not hungry.” Law keep staring at your letters without looking at them.
Sachi just sighs, tired with Law antics, “Do you still love her?”
Law jolt at Sachi question, he glances at his friends, “Why?”
“Just answer it. Yes or no will do.” Penguin getting irritated.
"Yes..." Law murmur, glancing back to your letters.
"Let's try again, Law. Let's try to win her back again. For the last time." Penguin tries to persuade Law.
Law brings his full attention to his friends now with a frown adorn at his face, "She already hate me, what's the point to do that?"
Sachi lets out a dramatic sighs, "Seriously, Law? You're smart but how can you be so dense?"
Law glare at Sachi, but Sachi won't back down, "You haven't try it yet then why are you so sure that she really hate you?"
"Because she said so herself! Right in front of my face!" Law slams the desk making Penguin and Sachi shrieks.
"Calm down, Law. That day when you talked to her, we saw her walked back to Sunny and she wiped her face." Penguin tries to soothe Law anger.
"What? Do you mean she was crying? After she left me?" Law squints his eyes doubting his friends, "Did you just make it up so I don't get so depressed?"
"We saw it, Law. She wiped both of her cheeks. If it's not crying then what?" Sachi tries to convince.
"Come on, Law. This is so not like you. You looks like a living corpse right now. You should try again. You always make a great plan to everything. So why not try to make a plan to win her back again?" Penguin gives his long lecture.
"One more time." Sachi tries to persuade again.
Law stare and graze your letters, "Yeah.. One more time."
Sachi and Penguin fists bump under the table. They pray this time you will be back for sure. Because they know you are the only one that can save their Captain and makes him get on his feet again, gives love to him, a true love.
“But before that. We need to know what’s you said to her that makes her said she hates you.” Penguin leans his body forward.
"Wh- Why you guys have to know about it?" Law's face turn red with the unexpected question.
"So... We can know did you do the rights things or not back then." Sachi shrug.
Law scratch his nape and tell them everything that happened that day.
Sachi and Penguin looking each other with mouth agape, "Oh. My. God... No wonder she said that besides what you did to her." Penguin clasp his mouth and Sachi shakes his head in disbelief.
"I said I love her, what's wrong with that?" Law furrow his eyebrows.
"You see, Law.... A real gentleman should know how to apologize. You leads her with your hints and you hurt her too with you being a jerk. Instead of sorry you jump to said you love her. And you didn't explained to her about WHY you did that stunts, right?" Penguin preach with his serious face.
"Seems like it's quite a long way to go, Law. Since you have to start again from zero." Sachi sighs and shakes his head.
Law just realize how stupid he is. Being so impatient to brings you back he forgot the crucial word. And he even didn't explain all the things to you.
"Right. I haven't apologize to her. I need to explain everything to her." Law face brighten by thinking of the chance to bring you back this time.
"Hear me out. Here's the plan...." Law starts discussing the plan to both of his friends.
Law prays that this plan to works and you will back. He doesn't dare to think what if this time the plan didn't work. He need to success this time.
Let's try it again one more time...
When you wake up from your slumber with another puffy eyes and headache, you also feels your throat hurts and hoarse. Your voice is finally back. Funny how Law is the reason you lost your voice and yet he also give your voice back.
You greet the crews with hoarse voice and small smile, to reassure them you're okay. Sanji already serves you lemon water with honey for your throat, ice pack for your eyes. Chopper brings you medicine for your headache. "Luffy, just drop me at the next island. I don't want to burden you guys more than this. You guys already done more than enough for me." You cough, still not getting used to speak again after a long time.
"You are never a burden to us, Y/N. We've been fighting together at Wano too. Just stay. It's okay." Luffy reassure you in a calming tone.
"Thank you, Luffy. Really, I'm really appreciate it. But I don't think I want to be at sea for the time being. And I'm even not your crew, this is just makes me a little bit uncomfortable. You guys help me a lot. I even don't know how to give my thanks to you." You try to convince Luffy.
"Umm... I'll think about it, but for the time being just stay with us." Luffy tilts his head and pout.
Nami tells Luffy to dock at the next island. Saying you need a breather from the mess.
When Sunny docked at another island, Nami and Robin wants to take you to the village to do some shopping. They just want to makes you feels better, to forget the second heartbreak.
When you guys walk not to far from Sunny, Nami forget to bring some treasure to exchange it to berries at the pawn shop, "You guys go first! I'll catch up later!" And she run back to Sunny.
After she find the treasure and passing by the kitchen the den den mushi rings. Luffy being the one that sitting near the den den mushi picks it up immediately, "Hello! You're are speaking with The King of Pirates, Luffy!"
The others just drops their jaws with how Luffy answer the call. "Mugiwara-ya, this is me. Trafalgar Law." the den den mushi speaks.
The kitchen falls to dead silent when hearing the name, thankful that you're not on board now. Nami snatch the speaker and answer it with icy cold tones, "What the hell do you want, Torao?"
"Nami-ya, I need to discuss something with Mugiwara-ya." Law answers with a calm tone.
"You can discuss it with us now." Nami fuming, gripping the phone tightly.
Law sighs, "I need to brings Y/N back with me."
"Not gonna happen! After whatever dirty things you did to her, she's not going back to you." Nami yells to the den den mushi.
"It's not you to decide she will comes or not. It's her decisions. And I'm still need to straighten some things with her." Law still tries to compose himself.
"He's right, Nami-san." Sanji lights up his cigarette, "Even though Y/N-chan is hurting but you can see at her eyes, the longing eyes." Sanji puff out the smoke and talks in whispered tone so Law can't hear it.
"Everyone deserve a second chance, Nami-san." Brook tries to calm Nami's rages.
"But he doesn't deserve it." Zoro chime in at the corner.
"Nami-ya, just let me talk to her. For the last time." Law sounds desperate now, trying to convince the group.
"Fine. What's your plan, Torao?" Luffy takes back the speaker.
"Let me join you guys for awhile. Let's just say that we form another alliance or something. Where are guys right now? I'll meet you there." Law tries to hide his excitement.
After Nami gives Law their location, she tries to warn Law again, "If you do something stupid to hurt her again, I swear that I'll let Luffy and the others kill you."
"I won't." Law click the den den mushi off.
"Should we tell her about this?" Nami ask them.
"I don't think we should tell her. If she knows in advance maybe she will leave again? Who knows." Sanji put the cigarette back to his mouth.
"Fine. But I still don't like this idea." Nami furrow her eyebrows.
"Me neither. If he does something uncomfortable to her I'll slash him immediately." Zoro sips his sake.
"What, Marimo? Don't tell me you like her?" Sanji smirk teasingly to Zoro.
And the bickering starts between them. Nami goes back to the land to find you and Robin.
After Luffy agrees to help Law, he immediately tells Bepo the island and they starts their journey to find you. To bring you back to where you belong.
Two days after the calls, the other crews just enjoying the island. They keep their mouth shuts about the calls from you. But they still try to cheer you up in their own ways. Since you don't want to burden them with your heartbreak, you just helping them here and there. Trying to enjoy the funs with them.
At the third days, after you've done helping Chopper at the infirmary, you walks to the deck to join Nami and Robin to enjoy the afternoon snacks prepared by Sanji and to enjoy the breeze.
Then something emerged from under the sea. The yellow sub you know damn well whose it belongs to. You freeze and grips the glass tightly it almost break. Suddenly the man who breaks your heart appear at the Sunny's deck.
When Law arrives, his eyes searching for you. There you are, the woman he loves yet he hurts so badly. Looking gorgeous as ever. Law really wants to walk straight to you, to hug you, to brings you back to him. But he has to take this slowly, he needs to follow his plan.
Luffy jumps on Law when he see Law, "TORAO!! Long time no see!"
To prevent Luffy ruin his plan, Law takes him to the kitchen after he greets the other while glancing over you.
You try to calm down with his sudden appearance, maybe he needs something with Luffy, don't think he is here for you. Nami and Robin glance at you, this time Nami can’t help but ask you, “Can we know the reason why you left him, Y/N?”
You grips the spoon and peer at Nami and Robin from the parfait glass, pondering should you tell them about your feelings to Law and the reason you left him? You decide to tell them because you never told anyone about this, not even the Heart Pirates crews.
After hearing your story, Nami and Robin just realize how much a fool Law is. "Then, do you still love him?" Nami leans in.
"I don't know." You stirs the parfait without looking back at Nami.
When dinner time comes, you still finds Law at the Sunny. You scowl and pretending he is not here. You take your seat and Law casually sits next to you. You can smell his cologne that you used to loved. Still, you try to stay calm down and ignoring him.
"Eh.. So, Torao will be with us for a couple days because we need to discuss something." Luffy awkwardly announce it.
The others just awkwardly answer him with any kind of gibberish. Strange... But you can't protest or anything, because you're just a guest here.
You can feel Law has been staring at you, you try to finish your dinner quickly and left the dining room. You scurry off to the library and lock the door, your back facing the door, you try to calm your heart beats.
Then there's a knock, "Y/N, open the door. Let's talk. Please." Law leans his forehead at the door. You keep silent. Law tries to plea again, "Please, open the door. Or I will teleport myself inside, Y/N."
You unlock the door and open it. Law sighs and let himself in. Law stands in front of you and sees you're not bringing your sketch book with you, "How you've been, Y/N? Did you get your voice back?"
You just stare at the ground keep your mouth shuts because you don't want him to know and you don't want to talk to him.
Law take a step forward, "Please, talk to me." You take a step back.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. For being a jerk to you. For everything I did to you." Law takes his hat off and ruffle his raven hair, he's desperate.
You widened your eyes with his sudden apology. You looks at him and scowl, still keeping your mouth shuts.
"Finally, you're looking at me now." Law let out a relieve sighs and smile. "I owe you an apology and an explanation for everything." Law moves forward again slowly this time. You're not breaking eye contact with him, but still with anger evident in your face.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I mean it. Penguin Sachi told me about that night." Law scratch his nape.
When Law tries to open his mouth to explain everything, suddenly the door burst open. "Y/N, it's your turn today to on watch with me.” Zoro leans at the door.
You relieves with the “rescue” and quickly run away from Law. Law just stand there, gripping his hat tightly, "Damn it, Zoro-ya."
"Thanks for the rescue, Zoro." You let out a long relieve sighs.
"Don't mind it." Zoro offers your his sake, "To calm you down."
"Thanks." You take it and sips it. Both of you didn't talk to much, and you thankful for Zoro companion.
Law has been keeping all night to wait for your shift to end, he's getting a little bit impatient. He's afraid that you really don't love him anymore, he's afraid what if you and Zoro... He slams the book shuts that he's been staring for God knows how long, he pinch the bridge of his nose. He takes a deep breathe and prays that hopefully that's not gonna happen. He really can't, he don't want to imagine it. It's the worst. He swears if that's happen, he's going to lose his mind for sure.
When he hears your footstep, he immediately open the library doors and blocking your ways to the girls room. You jolts and you can see his tired face in the dawn light. "Can we talk now, Y/N? I beg you, don't avoid me anymore." Law voice is full of tiredness.
You swear you can hear a thump at your heart. A beat that usually beats when you're with him. "Shit. This is bad." You thought to yourself. You can feel your heart waver. You sighs and nods, you walks in to the library and stands at the middle.
Here you are again, same place with same person. You turns on your heels to face Law and cross your arms. Law walks to you, closing the gaps, he takes a deep breath, "Please, just listen to my explanation, Y/N. I never slept with all those women. I swear it."
You squint your eyes, still not believing his words. Law notices it, "It's true. I swear." Law tries to reach you, but you take a step back. Law clench his fist, "Believe me, Y/N. It may sounds stupid to you, but I did it to protect you."
"By hurting me??" You grit your teeth, hissing to him.
Law stares at you wide-eye, jaw dropping, "You.. Your voice is back?" Law can't hide his happiness because you regain your voice again, "How's your throat? Did it hurt somewhere?" He grabs your shoulder to examine you.
"Don't touch me!" You try to free yourself from his iron grips, "Don't touch me with those filthy hands!"
"Wha- What do you mean filthy hands? I swear to Gods I don't slept with them, Y/N. Please, trust me." Law grips become more firmly, he scares if he let you go you will run away again from him.
"Then why did you hurt me?" You whisper, you can't hold back the tears that swelling up at your eyes.
"I want to protect you. I know my way to protect you is wrong, I know. But trust me, I never want to hurt you." Law sound helpless now, he tries so hard to convince you. "My enemies won't come to you if they think you are just my subordinate, Y/N."
"Then so be it. I'm your ex subordinate now, Law. You don't need to protect me anymore, I can protect myself. You can sleep with whoever you want." You squirm harder now to break free, but Law still tries to hold you, "Please, Y/N. I never want to sleep with other women unless it's you, I just want you. Not only your body but also your heart. Believe me." Not only his voice is shaking, his hands that hold you is also trembling.
"I really love you, Y/N. I've been in love with you for a long time." Law leans his head on your shoulder, "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I will do everything to earn your love again, I will do everything to takes you back with me."
"Prove it." You clench your fist.
Law shoots his head up, his eyes beaming with a little hope you give him, "I will. You should go rest, you must've been tired from your duty here. I'll see you later." Law release his hold on you and walks you to the girls room, "Good night, Y/N." Law scrapes his neck.
You close the door with your back on him, without saying the greeting back to him. You walk over to your bed and lay down, you can feel your heart beats is coming back, the rhythm that always beats when you're near him, "I hope I'm not making a mistake." Both you and Law go to sleep, get ready to welcome the new day, the day where Law's tries to earn your love back.
As soon as you wake up and head over to the kitchen, he brings you warm lemon water with honey, “For your throat.” You can hear Sanji grumbling at the kitchen bar. And Law has been following you around.
Chopper need your assistance? He’s on it.
You’re on watch duty? He’s coming with you.
Law even stay at the Sunny when Luffy decide to goes to the next island. After everything that he did for you, you still don't talk to him. Still ignoring him.
When Luffy waiting for Sanji's desserts, Law coming in to the kitchen to get your desserts. "So, Torao... Did you really coming here to takes Y/N back with you?" Luffy tries to steal the desserts. "Of course I am, Mugiwara-ya." Law slaps Luffy's hand.
"But it's almost a week and she still ignoring you." Sanji chimes in.
"It's fine. I deserved it, and I'm still trying to get her loves back." Law murmur and looks at the side. He finds it awkward to share this kind of thing with other people. Unbeknown to him, someone is standing outside at the kitchen door and overheard their conversation.
When Sunny arrive at the island at night, Nami and you decide to hop to the bar for drinks to relieve some stress. Law and Zoro wants to tag along. Zoro mostly wants to drinks, Law of course coming with you for your safety.
Nami told them to not get close to both of you, since their appearance are to eye catching and tell them to not get any troubles. Nami and you opted to sit at the bar because it's convenient to get the refills.
Minutes turns to hours and Nami hasn't drunk yet but you get a lil bit tipsy. The bar getting more crowded with newbies pirates as midnight comes. Some of the pirates get the nerves to try to flirt with you and Nami. Worst part is they are getting handsy, before you can draw your katana out there's already a katana and nodachi at their necks, "You better gets your hands off from my girl before I split your head off from your body." The ex Shicibukai putting a little bit pressure of his Kikoku until there's a blood seeping out from the guy neck. The guys scurries off after they realize who are they facing off.
My girl... That one word slaps you back to reality, making you fully sober now. Nami sighs with the chaos they created, "The funs is over now, let's go back to Sunny." As soon as Nami finish her words, you stands and run first to Sunny. Law follows you closely, "Y/N, you're drunk. Don't run like that or you will fall."
"I'm not drunk! Stop following me!" You halts before you can reach Sunny. "Go back, Law." You can feel your heart throb. Why is it hurts?
Law slowly walks to you, "I'm not going back until you're coming with me, Y/N." He stands in front of you, "I will say it thousand times, I will not go back without you."
Thump... Thump... Thump... There it is. The beats when you're around him. "Why? Why did you do all of this?" You try to hold back your tears.
"Because I love you." Law tries to reach your face but hesitates, when you don't take a step back he finally touch your face and lift it up. "Because I love you, Y/N." Law wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes, "I will do everything to get your forgiveness, to get your love back, to get your trust on me again, to get you back to my side again."
"Will you hurt me again?" You hiccups and the tears still keep rolling down.
"Over my dead body." Law wipes it.
"Will you leave me and go see to other women again?" You touch Law's hand that was on your cheek.
"Never. You're the only one for me." Law rubs your cheek.
"I don't want to wear the boiler suits. It's too hot." You're still crying.
Law chuckles and wipes your tears again, "Anything for you, princess." Law kiss your temple.
"So does this mean you forgive me?" Law gives his loving stare to you.
"Yes. This is the last time." You glare at him.
"Thank you. And I'm sorry for hurting you." Law press his forehead to you, his lips almost grazing with yours, "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Law."
Finally Law can hear those words from you, his heart beats faster now. "Can I kiss you?" Law murmurs with his low and deep voice.
"Yes." You breathe out the word, slithering your arms to his neck and tip toeing.
Law gently capture your lips, his hand slides down to your waist to gets you closer while the other on your thigh to lift you up. Law deepen the kiss and hold you tightly, saying I love you countless time between the kisses, making you giggle.
"Let's go home now, Y/N." Law pecks your lips again, and you hugs him tightly, hiding your face at the crook of his neck. “Yeah. Let’s go home.” You murmur.
The Straw Hat crews and some of The Heart Pirates crews has been watching the scenes from the deck, they cheers and whistles. Law groans and walk you back while you still in his arm.
“Wait. I need give my thanks to Luffy and the others, I also needs to say goodbye to them.” You hops off and run to the Sunny, Law still follows you closely.
After you says thanks and goodbyes to them, you also gives Nami and Robin hugs. Before you go Nami tells Law, “Don’t make her cry again or else someone will take her from you, Torao.”
“Not gonna happen.” Then Law walks back to the sub with you, linking his pinky with you.
“Well, seems like you lost your chance huh.” Nami nudge Zoro.
“Heh. Maybe in another life I get a chance.” Zoro smirks and just shrug it.
When you arrive at the sub, the crews all welcome you with tears. Ikkaku jump on you giving you a bear hug. Finally their captain misery is ended. No more looking for you from island to island.
The chaotic trio also tries to jump on you to give you a group hug, but Law quickly grab you and put you behind him, “Alright you guys can chat with her tomorrow. Off you go to your duties!” Law bark the order to them, you can see his ears are getting red and you laugh at him.
“Don’t laugh. Come on let’s go to sleep now.” Law tugs you and lead you to his room.
“Wha- Why are you brings me here?” You try to stop him before he goes in.
“What? You’re my girlfriend, isn’t it obvious you’re sleeping at my room from today onwards?" Law smirks, he knows you’re being shy and he can’t help to tease you.
“But what about the others? They will gossip about us.” You stand still at the door.
“Let them be. It’s true though you’re my girlfriend. What’s wrong with it? I’ll just punish them if they tease you. Come on, I’m tired.” Law carry you in bridal style, making you shriek.
Law puts you down on his bed and he lays down beside you. "Umm. Don't you think this escalate to quickly? You take me to your room as soon as you get me back." You try to slips away from his bed.
Law grabs your wrist, "No. It's not. I don't want to waste anymore times more than this. I want to make up with the time I loss with you." Law tugs you down and lay you on his chest embracing you. "Stay here with me, Y/N." Law kiss your forehead.
You smiles and snake around your arm to his body, "I will." You peer up at locking your lips with him, as you pulls away you can see Law gazing at you with eyes full of love. "I love you, Y/N. Always." Law tighten his embrace. "I love you too, Law." And you both fell asleep in each other embrace.
When the sunlight hits Law's face, he scrunch his eyes and slowly open it. The first sight he see is you in his embrace, sleeping peacefully.
He may not find the One Piece, but he find his precious treasure. It's you. He won't trade anything than this precious moment with you. He kiss your temple and holds you tight, trying to get more sleep again with you.
When you both arrives at the kitchen for lunch, the crews starts to cheers again. "Shut up! Eat your lunch and get back to your stations!" Law orders them with a tint of red at hir ears.
You giggle and making a beeline to where Sachi, Penguin and Bepo sits.
"Ahh. So glad that you're back again, Y/N." Sachi wails. "We've been hell you know since you're gone." Penguin lets out a long sighs. "Yeah, captain looks like shit!" Bepo cheerfully fills in.
"Bepo!" Law tries to shut him up before he says unnecessary things to you.
"I'm sorry." Bepo pout.
"Well, at least me and Penguin plans works. Right, Captain?" Sachi push his luck by teasing Law. "That's right. You owe us, Captain." Penguin chimes in.
"Yeah. A toilet duties for you both for a month sounds right." Law casually eat his onigiri.
"EEEHH!!!! NOT FAIR!!" Sachi and Penguin tries to persuade Law to consider the punishment and asking for a rewards.
You laugh at their antics. Even though you're having fun at Sunny with The Straw Hats, there's nothing to beat the fun you have at your "home" with your loves one.
Law glances at you and smile when you're laugh happily. He secretly intertwine your hand with him under the table, you glance back to Law and gives him smiles. Smiles that he loves so much.
He never thought that he will be this happy with you by his side. He should've done this sooner.
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Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^
(I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)
May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺
Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂
The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨
Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”
Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨
(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)
(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)
Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️
Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names
Word Count: 6.5k+
A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!
“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.
“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.
You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.
“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.
“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.
Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.
“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.
"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.
"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.
"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.
"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.
"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.
"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.
"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.
"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.
"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.
For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".
You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.
“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.
“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.
“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.
"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.
“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.
“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.
“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.
"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.
“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.
“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.
“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.
“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.
“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.
The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.
“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.
“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.
“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.
"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.
“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.
"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.
You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.
Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.
You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.
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Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.
“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.
“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.
“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.
“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.
“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.
“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.
“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.
“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.
“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.
“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.
“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.
“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.
“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.
“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.
“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.
“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.
“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.
"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.
"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.
“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.
"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.
“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.
“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.
“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.
“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.
“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.
“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.
“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.
"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.
You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.
“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.
“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.
A Few Days Later…
“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.
“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.
"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.
“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.
"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.
You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.
"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.
"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.
"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.
You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.
Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.
"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.
The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.
“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.
“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.
“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.
You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.
"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.
"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.
"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.
"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.
"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.
“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.
You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.
"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.
“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.
“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.
“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.
“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.
“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.
“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.
“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.
“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.
Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.
“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.
"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.
"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.
"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.
"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.
You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.
"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.
The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.
"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.
“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.
“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.
“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.
“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.
“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.
“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.
“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.
You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.
“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.
“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.
“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.
Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.
“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.
“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.
Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.
“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.
“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.
“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.
You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.
“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.
You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.
“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.
The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.
“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.
“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.
"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.
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Hey i was wondering if you could do headcanons on what it would be like with poly!skzot8 x reader dating each other? Sorry if youve done this already but have a good day!
Dating Poly Skz
HyunSung either are arguing 24/7 or trying to figure out how to give you and the rest of the boys heart attack
Trying to stop Minho and Seungmin from commiting murder or shipping off HyunSung
Chan
Best hug giver and will give you one anytime you need it
Staying with him in the studios on late nights
Will give you anything you want because he wants you happy
Trying to stop Minho from strangling Hyunjin 24/7
Peace maker out of everyone
Go to him with your problems and he'll listen to you while giving you feedback
Late night cuddling when you both can't sleep
Minho
Cooking with him on days the boys are off
Will show you everything he knows about cooking
Helping him drag Chan home from the studio
Not huge on giving affection but doesn't mind when you give it to him
Helping stop him from putting Hyunjin in the air fryer
Will buy you anything you want because that's his love language
Changbin
Loves giving cuddles
Will show off his strength whenever he can
Showing off how cute he is with his jokes
Trying to convince you to go the gym with him and workout
Will buy you any food you like just because he enjoys watching you eat because he thinks it's just so cute
Picking you up because he thinks you're just too cute not to be
Buying him plushies because he loves them
Hyunjin
Showing his paintings to you when he's done with them
Him making you sit still so he can paint you
Going to art exhibitions with him because he loves telling you about his favorite artists
Him being dramatic over the smallest things
Hiding him from Minho when he gets on his nerves
Pulling pranks with Jisung on all of you
Arguing with Jisung 24/7 about the stupidest things
Jisung
Helping him with his anxiety around people
Holding his hand in public
Getting him to stop arguing with Hyunjin so much
Trying to stop him from joining in on the pranks with Hyunjin
Loves cheesecake so bribing him to do anything for a piece
Cuddling while eating desserts on the couch and getting yelled at by Minho because of it
Felix
Making you happy by doing literally anything
Baking with Felix
Counting his freckles while cuddling
Dragging you to the store to go shopping with him
Buying any piece of clothing you look at for more than 3 seconds
Trying to teach you Taekwondo
Going to the beach with him and him asking you to race him knowing you'll lose
Seungmin
Listening to Day6 with him
Bringing you with him to take photos
Sitting back with him as chaos unfolds in the house
Convincing you any time something goes wrong it's Hyunjin and Jisungs fault
Helping him clean up after the boys because he can't stand when they're messy
Trying to get you to stay in his room with him 24/7
Once tried convincing you it was a good idea to ship off Hyunjin and Jisung to South America
I.N.
Cuddles 24/7
Convincing you to do anything he says because he's adorable
Trying to get you to stay beside him all the time
Singing anything by Bruno Mars around the house along with you joining in
Will love on you anytime of the day
Going with him on walks in the park
Nsfw
Chans a switch
Will let you and Minho take care of him when he's stressed out and can't think anymore
Will also fuck yours and the boys brains out if he's stressed and annoyed with work
He can be a soft or hard dom depending on what you need
Minho is also a switch but with a dom lean
Loves seeing you and the boys break under him
Convince him that you can take care of him and he'll be your pretty sub
Loves leaving hickies along you and the boys body
Changbin is a soft dom
Loves manhandling you and the boys
Loves leaving kisses all over your body
Loves calling you his princess when he's fucking you
Loves showing his strength in bed
Hyunjin is a switch with a sub lean
Loves when you can't think and you let him use however he wants
Loves even more when you call him prince and will immediately sub the moment you call him that
Loves seeing the pretty marks you and the boys leave
Han is a sub
Call him your pretty baby and he's done for
Wants to give you as much pleasure as you're giving him
Loves when you and the boys fuck him to the point he can't think anymore
Felix is a sub
Your good boy
Will try and please you in whatever way
Loves when you and the boys praise him
Please use him however you want he loved it
Seungmin is a switch with a dom lean
Loves using you and the boys for his own pleasure
Didn't think he'd like you calling him puppy but really loves when you and the boys do
Will be your puppy only if he's asked
I.N. is a dom
Loves seeing you and the boys do stuff together
He just wants to give you and the boys all kinds of pleasure
Having to show him how to fuck you but catches on quickly
Group sex is yours and the boys favorite when you get to see everyone enjoying themselves
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Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Foils 3
(Foils 1 here)
(Foils 2 here)
(Foils 4 here)
Masterpost here.
Might as well crank out that one while I'm at it. Two words (and a half) : Alastor VS Vox.
(...Alright, not everybody at once, someone might get caught in the stampede.)
Yep, let's talk about two of the statistically main favorites (well, they're mine too in a way. In a "would like to see them trip up and crumble" way), who have a lot in common despite how much they despise each other. First of all, let's round up what we know : they have a Radio VS Video shtick that everyone and their dog knows about, inside and outside the show, are both Overlords, might have been closer in the past whatever that relationship was based on the torn photo of Alastor in Vox' possession (seen in Ep 8), Alastor died in the 1930s while Vox died in the 1950s, so the former has been around 20 years in Hell when the latter popped up there and highly probably met him there, Vox wanted him on his team at one point but Alastor turned him down as flat as his face, Vox infamously got butthurt (and it's implied he had/still has a crush on Alastor - at the very least a very strong interest to be noticed by him - if going by the Hazbin Wiki's cited sources, the archived "Hazbin Hotel Fashion Stream for the Comics") and metaphorically speaking declared war on him, while Alastor very much doesn't have the same obsession and outside of feeling aggravated by Vox' presence when Vox decides to crave attention, can't care less about him.
Hilariously enough, though, they have quite the lot of parallels, even hitting idependently the same idea - religious outfit, multi-shot of themselves around a target to get a point across, mocking doodles for a broadcast, ominous about-to-lose-it "What did you say" in a heavily filtered voice, clawing up a surface under out-of-control emotions, hundred-watts smile to keep up appearances (and as a tool like Alastor himself points out), the clothing style (though Vivienne liking bowties and suits does have a hand in it), the go-to guy where problems arise (Alastor being the powerful one dealing with physical threats the Hotel faces, Vox being the local babysitter to make things fall in line), the showmanship, the pride, the issues with control, the attention-craving tendencies and hatred of being ignored... you certainly saw the posts on Tumblr, I'm not the first one pointing this out, by far (deuxaeonn has a very good one here). But looking closely, it looks like either they have naturally a lot in common, or that someone (not naming names but giving you a hard sideglance, Vox) has caught habits or is emulating the other sub/consciously. Given that one had a 20 years heads-up in Hell on the other, well, can't be that far-fetched (even if nothing is confirmed at this point by now, at the time of writing).
The main difference is how they go at it : Alastor is steadier and truer to himself than Vox, who privileges quantity over quality. While both have issues with control and presenting an unflappable front (which they are very much not), Alastor manages to keep it better together, whereas Vox dissolves into what can be only called a tantrum when things don't go his way ("FffuhuHuck !") and his ego takes a blow. Vox also has to try harder or more actively to get attention to him (Stayed Gone's beginning, where he We Don't Talk About Bruno-ed himself by speaking about Alastor to say that it's useless to speak about Alastor. "Stop giving him the time of day !" - great job, buddy) while Alastor just has to pop up and in three quick sentences dresses him down in front of everyone. While Vox floods people with too much and meaningless information - be it visual or audible, hopping from scene to scene, Alastor plays with mystery and withholding information so that everyone goes crazy guessing ("I'm sure you've all been wondering") - which works well on the fans outside the show, but inside ? Not so much : Carmilla just shrugs him off, Zestial is mildly curious at best, the other Overlord don't even ask, Lucifer doesn't even know who he is, which drives him up the wall. The only one actually caring (despite insisting on the contrary) about what he does and why he's back ? Ironically, that's the one Alastor doesn't want to acknowledge !
(Oh, Vox, you wish Alastor would look at you the same way he looks at Lucifer... boy this is peak comedy gold.)
Alastor only needs his voice and aura of enigma wrapped into a mystery, while Vox has his face everywhere. Alastor chooses each moment to make them more impactful and plays his cards close to his chest, while Vox wants to be on all fronts and keep the cards coming to drown the opponent with them. Alastor only has to speak to intimidate, Vox relies on his bullshit-talking skills and hypnosis, though they both have confidence and charisma : Alastor's is more about danger and unpredictability, someone to be wary of, Vox' is about false friendliness and advertising, someone to trust. Alastor joins the Hotel for his own personal amusement and is very upfront about his sadistic motives, Vox plays friendly and hides his own behind false niceness and pretend service. With both of them, you need to read the fine print : literally with Vox ("Trust us ! With what ? None of your business" - seen on one of his posters in Ep 2 if you're looking for it) and metaphorically with Alastor - he'll honor his word, and his word alone.
Both also don't drop the façade when in private, though it doesn't take much for Vox to be pushed over the edge (a certain name will do it just fine), while Alastor keeps on the smile even in the middle of a breakdown (though if it's out of habit, or because he maybe literally can't is up in the air for now). They both want control and to be in control, and fancy themselves to be quite powerful. Their arrogance also doesn't help : Alastor goes against Adam without any angelic weaponry, and guess who loses the fight ? For Vox, Stayed Gone is basically him wanting to throw a stone and realizing too late it was in fact a boomerang. That he caught with his face. This guy should write a book : How To Shoot Yourself In The Foot 101. Funnily enough, they also seem to have issues with boredom and frustration : Alastor needs to be entertained, and Vox' life isn't sometimes as glamourous as he paints it out to be - that with having to deal with coworkers that put the "dick" in predictable and the "ass" in pass.
Alastor however is much more competent (if equally petty) at keeping it together than Vox, never losing that gentlemanly attitude (or almost). He rebounds more easily, and while both are manipulative, Alastor pushes the right buttons (not unlike Velvette, even if she's doing it very agressively) he knows will give him the best response, playing into insecurities and weaknesses (Cheap Booze (TM) for Husk, catering to Charlie's need of approval by playing the 'dad figure'), while Vox guides people to the conclusion he wants them to make by letting them think they did the process on their own (seen with Valentino) and prodding for the right answers. It's also interesting to see that, while he responds if provoked, up to know Alastor never really starts a song on his own : even Inside Of Every Demon Is A Lost Cause is a reprise riding on Charlie's Inside Of Every Demon Is A Rainbow that he composes on the fly. Stayed Gone has him responding to Vox, Hell's Greatest Dad is him hijacking Lucifer's show to steal his thunder, Ready For This has him as a part of the group, and only the Finale verse has him alone and clashing with the rest of the song, only popping back up from "And we'll do it with a smile !" line onwards.
It underscores nicely Alastor's ability to insert himself in the life of others and riding the coattails of what's currently going on to his needs, going along with the flow until his goals are met, from the shadows that make up his powers. Vox on the other side presents himself as a necessity taking over everyone's lives, in center-stage and spotlight, dominating all fields from TV shows to cereals and ice cream, for crying out loud, just like he did technology. His powers are lightning-based (outside of technology-themed), which makes a funny contrast with Alastor's shadows. Also, just to nail it home, one has an almost-complete red palette (with black accents) while the other's is blue (with bits of red). And of course, they're both the Old (Alastor, who dislikes anything made after his death in the 1930s) and the New (Vox, who keeps up with technology's evolution, always chases after new trends and replaced body parts like his head to fit better) - hence Vox also appearing more shallow but also more adaptative than Alastor, who's more upfront about his intentions but also a bit behind the times and could be left in the dust if he weren't so powerful, but in a way, like radio, is less regarded but still useful and relevant. As many people pointed out, radio waves are the basis for TV, after all.
Their ascentions to power are also different despite similarities : they both became each one of the well-known hot acts in Hell, though with Alastor it came completely out of left field to the shock of everyone, as he's rumored to be one of the most powerful Sinner souls in Hell on his own (presumably) and nobody knows how, while Vox is the powerful CEO of a domain that has monopoly on entertainment in the Pride Ring, and most-likely climbed the ladder in relatively "normal" ways compared to the sheer mystery surrounding Alastor : Vox made the right connections, used his knowledge, forged the right contracts and alliances at the right times and like other companies associated himself with the right people for it to work (the Vees). Vox managed to fight Alastor and live to tell the tale (getting "almost beaten"), and while Alastor can easily upstage him, this means that he's still worthy of the title of Overlord and probably no slouch in an actual fight. Probably. Or at least has a style of fighting that makes him annoying and/or dangerous to face. However, what Alastor can face on his own and mainly alone, Vox has to do while relying on others.
But seriously, if these two are revealed to have been sort-of buddies in the past, I wouldn't be surprised.
(Also, just adding : the idea of Vox getting dissed romantically by someone who thought they just dissed him in a business-way, because they're completely blind to the potential romantic implications, and Vox thinking this was on purpose, is just gut-busting hilarious. I don't know which way it'll go in the show, but if it happens that way, I WILL crack my whole ribcage in hysterics.)
Welp, see ya next time by brain goes "ding !" again.
Again, Masterpost here.
PS : Thank you deuxaeonn for allowing the link to your post !
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Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.
For Halloween.
Warning ahead - descriptions of blood and death.
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Be Sure to Ride the Cyclone
Bruno had given a lot of predictions over the years. Some good, some bad. But this was the worst.
And he hadn’t even seen it.
Or, maybe he had, sub-consciously.
Did he know that there would be five deaths? No. Did he know four of which would be his nieces and nephew? No. Would he even have wanted to, knowing he couldn’t save them?
A travelling fair had been making its way around Colombia. Encanto, being the remote and hidden town it was, obviously wasn’t an intended stop, but when the group passed through, they couldn’t help but stop for the chance of more money.
The town was old, very old, almost like time had stopped there. Seeing a carnival would be extraordinary and a guaranteed success.
With permission from the council, the fair was set up and going to be there for six days.
Camilo was somehow the first to hear of this and had been ecstatic at the thought. Isabela and Luisa were agreeing with each other that this would be a good idea for a day out. Dolores, though she claimed she would only go to babysit them for their parents, was clearly just as interested as the others.
It was decided they would all go to the fair together on Monday.
Monday 14th September, 1951.
Bruno had gone down to the fair too, of his own accord; he had to admit he was curious about how some of the attractions worked and he wanted a go on some himself.
He occasionally saw his nieces and nephew throughout the day. Sometimes he would stop and speak to them - it was hard though, they were always on the move.
Isabela had dragged them round the bumper carts at least ten times. Luisa had enjoyed the drop tower, managing to get a second go before having to being brought back to the bumper carts. Camilo recommended that Bruno try out the gravitron, which the others weren’t really interested to do again. Dolores had been very impressed with the view from the ferris wheel and Bruno agreed they should go together at the end of the night. They all complained about how lame the carousel had been, though Bruno wasn’t sure which one of them had actually picked it. He remembers telling them, “Be sure to ride the Cyclone.”
He doesn’t know if it was a prediction or not.
The Cyclone was the main attraction of the fair. A big rollercoaster with some impressive height and loops. Bruno himself had gone on it earlier in the day and enjoyed himself.
And now, here he was. Looking at five bodies, covered by sheets and laying side by side, waiting to be removed.
He can just about remember them climbing the stairs, in line for the rollercoaster, and living. He was watching from a nearby bench. Isabela’s eyes almost glittering with excitement, Camilo waving at faces in the crowd below, Luisa carrying some giant unicorn she’d won, Dolores chatting candidly with a member of staff.
Before the cart had derailed at the apex of the loop-the-loop.
The crowd was quickly pulled away from the area, as the carnival staff tried desperately to regain control of the situation.
Bruno didn’t know what he’d say to the rest of the family. He didn’t know how he’d tell them that their children were dead and it somehow escaped his future vision. The thought of telling his sisters made him shudder.
The first to die was a young girl; Bruno didn’t even know who she was. She just happened to fill the odd space on the cart with the Madrigal kids. She had been thrown from the back of the cart, due to a faulty safety bar, down into the tracks below. For the rest of his life, he’d remember her screams as she was thrown. Haunting. If that wasn’t horrific enough, she didn’t have her head by the end either. People were still looking for it.
Luisa was next. She had been alone in the front of the cart. When the cart derailed, she had been thrown forwards so harshly, her ribs broke against her safety bar. Fortunately, the snapped bones went right through her heart, killing her instantly. It was strange seeing her famously strong and invincible body, so limp and lifeless, hanging over the front of the cart. The blood she was covered in wasn’t even her own, the only bit that was coated her lips like makeup.
Camilo couldn’t have been long after her. He was sat on the left side of the second row. He had also been flung forward during the fall, but it’s wasn’t his ribs that took the brunt of the injuries, but his head. He had collided full force into the back of Luisa’s seat, resulting in a fatal brain bleed. He had a nasty bump across his forehead and his jaw was hanging open. Apart from that, he looked okay; he almost looked like he had fallen asleep.
On his right had been Isabela. The faulty safety bar of the pair behind had gone through her chair and impaled her in the back. It hadn’t gone far enough to come out through her chest, if that was a mercy. But it did keep her pinned against her chair until proper equipment came. The staff had had to separate Isabela and Camilo’s conjoined hands too; Bruno hopes they had been able to grant each other some comfort before the end.
In the final row of the cart, on the left side of the cart had been Dolores. The last to die. After everything, Dolores’ body was probably the most damaged. She was crushed when the cart finally crashed into the ground. She might not have died instantly either - the staff think blood loss killed her, opposed to her injuries. Bruno wanders if she was aware of what was happening the entire time - could she hear the derailment? The bones breaking? The hearts stopping around her?
Bruno had been allowed to see each of his nieces and nephew before they were covered. Even the girl he didn’t know - he was asked if he could identify her. He racked his memory, he tried giving a vision, but nothing.
That had been hours ago. So long that it was now past midnight.
Pepa hadn’t stopped screaming since she’d arrived; Félix was trying to keep it together for her and even Antonio (though he was back at Casita, unaware he’d lost his siblings), but clearly struggling; Agustín sat between his daughters’ bodies and refused to let either of them go; Julieta sat with a basket of fresh food, begging them to wake up and promising to heal them. Nobody came for the other girl.
Bruno stood between his sisters. He didn’t know what to say, what to think.
Just yesterday, he was an uncle of six living and happy children.
And now he was an uncle of two.
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Dolores blinked her eyes open, slowly.
She should’ve died. She did die. Hadn’t she?
She was surrounded by darkness and cold air and a few drops of rain. She was still sat in the goddamn cart. She could vaguely make out the forms of Camilo and Isabela in front, and Luisa further ahead.
Was this the afterlife?
It certainly wasn’t anything like she’d thought it would be. Or anything like what Padre Flores had said in church.
She looked down at herself. Not a drop of blood on her, not even a crinkle in her dress. Her body itself looked alright, the same as it always had been.
She noticed her hearing was gone. Well, not gone, but back to what normal people heard. She couldn’t hear her heart beat or anything else around her, just the occasional breaths through her nose to keep calm.
Another thing she noticed was her safety bar was out of place. It was raised diagonally and warped in the middle, allowing it to bend into Isabela’s seat.
With nothing keeping her in, Dolores didn’t hesitate to step out. Not on to grass, like she’d been expecting, something more solid and smooth.
Stepping, one foot after the other, she realises there’s no wall in front of her. It’s open, looking into the abyss, into the night sky.
“Holy shit.”
She turns back to the cart to see Isabela, eyes wide and staring straight at her.
As Isabela starts to wake up a bit and tries to move, she begins to take in the situation. She drops Camilo’s hand like a rock, using both hands to feel around her back. She shrieks when they touch cold metal, realising she’s stuck to her seat.
Her scream seems to wake Camilo and Luisa, the latter of whom instantly tries to hurl over the side of the cart.
Camilo rustles his safety bar and then sits still. It takes Dolores a minute to realise he’s trying to shapeshift. Without a word, she steps over and helps him pry the bar aside.
In the meantime, Luisa has bashed her own in and slips out easily.
“Where… are we?” She asks, after a few beats.
“The afterlife.” Dolores answers.
All three of them turn and gasp at her.
“What? Do any of you have a better idea where we are?”
“You aren’t whispering,” Camilo exclaimed, pointing at her in disbelief. “You’re talking. Talking normally.”
Dolores pauses. “I suppose I am,” she says, experimentally. She hadn’t even noticed.
“But what about your hearing—”
“It’s gone, Isa,” she says. “Our gifts. They are gone.”
“This is crazy,” Camilo mumbled.
“Considering we should be dead, hermano, our lack of gifts isn’t the craziest thing about all of this.”
“What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is doing the loop.” Luisa mutters.
“Did we die?” Camilo questioned. He did a spin on the spot, looking around. “We don’t look like we died. Shouldn’t we be ghosts or corpses or something? Up in the clouds? Maybe we lived?”
“I think we all know we didn’t,” Dolores pointed her lips back towards the battered cart.
“Um, is someone going to help me? Or are you all just going to stand around chatting?” Inquired Isabela, still in her seat.
Luisa volunteered herself, as arguably still the strongest of the group, and wandered to the back on the cart. Hesitantly, stepping into what was Dolores’ seat to see the damage.
She stopped.
“What is it?” Dolores prompted.
Camilo paled. “Isabela isn’t gonna be stuck there forever, right?”
“She better fucking not.” Isabela hissed, staring between her cousins for any sign that might be the case, seeing as she couldn’t see Luisa’s face herself. She sounded more scared than angry.
“No, no, I can pull it. Don’t worry,” Luisa said. She looked at Dolores. “You’re lucky you were sat in the other seat, you could’ve been completely thrown out.” Before anyone could react, she yanked the metal bar clean out, tossing it to the floor.
Isabela didn’t cry out in pain or even flinch like they all, including herself, expected her to. Instead, she just took a deep breath, as though she’d been underwater all this time and could finally breathe again. And then simply exited the cart, not without turning back and kicking the thing full force afterwards.
Dolores found herself pulling a protective arm around Camilo, and he didn’t bat her away either, as they walked around the area. Neither of them really addressed or reacted to their sudden closeness, they hadn’t really hugged each other since they were very little. Maybe around Antonio’s age. Thinking about his brother, Camilo pressed himself closer into Dolores’ hold.
Luisa chewed at her nails. She wasn’t nervous, not exactly. And did feel a little excluded that she had nobody to hug. She wanted human reassurance and well… admittedly, she wasn’t particularly close with any of them, but she’ll take what she can get. However, Dolores and Camilo were too busy comforting each other to notice her and Isabela was taking out her frustration on the cart. So, she found herself awkwardly slinking behind her cousins.
Finally, Isabela tired or gave up; the others weren’t sure. She joined them, before casually asking, “What do we do now?”
All is silent. And then there’s a flash of light and a burst of sound from across the room, and a man walks out into the now lit space.
He’s clad in a suit. Blue trousers and jacket, in some checkered fabric, wearing a white shirt with a blue circle motif underneath. He’s holding a metallic black stick in one hand, it vaguely looks like some kind of ice cream cone.
Smiling, like he knows them, he says, “Greetings, children. It’s time to play.”
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Too Much of a Brat |Bruno + Abbacchio x Reader Extreme Lemon|
Warning: spanking, extremely rough sex (anal, vaginal), dom and sub, daddy kink, humiliation. MA.
"I'm sorry, daddy's, I'm sorry," you whined, practically trembling as you stood in front of Bruno and Abbacchio, knowing that you were in deep trouble with your two boyfriends. You were absolutely fucked.. you can't believe that they reacted like this.
Abbacchio shook his head, white hair damp and clinging to his bare chest from his fresh shower. A white towel was wrapped around his waist for a brief second, his yellow eyes fuming with anger as he dropped his towel. "Take your clothes off and come sit on my fucking cock, you can explain yourself then. Your punishment is starting immediately," he sharply spat at you, his 10 inch erection on full display as he sat on the black leather couch, hard golden eyes not leaving yours.
Bruno stayed behind him, black leather paddle in his hand. He wore black sweatpants, black bob pulled back in a small ponytail, a few black strands poking out, resting on his smooth forehead. His chest was bare, light six pack on full display, his arms ripped with muscles that definitely knew how to swing a leather paddle across a naughty girlfriends ass. "And you better sit facing him, I want full access to your bare ass because you will be getting a spanking for being caught talking to your ex-boyfriend, in case you forgot."
You slipped your black dress off, standing completely bare because you didn't like wearing a bra and underwear around them. "But I don't want to be punished, please just forgive me! I was just being polite!" Wrong.. you were trying to make the two of them jealous because they haven't been giving you enough attention lately; the plan clearly backfired so badly that you wished you could go back in time and undo your mistake.
"Do you want me to pick a switch from outside and beat your pussy instead? I'm sure Abbacchio wouldn't mind shoving his cock in your anus," said Bruno, his usually gentle voice hard. He wasn't fucking around with you today.. you broke the most important rule, knowing that Bruno and Abbacchio both get insanely jealous when it comes to you.
You knew that he was dead serious, so you made it a point to hurry over to Abbacchio, standing in front of him. "It's going to hurt, I'm not ready," you said softly, eyes widening as you stared at his monster cock. "You're too big to just fit inside of me." Fuck.. you weren't getting mercy today. You could tell from the hard look in their eyes that you were meant to be in pain.
Abbacchio let a smirk appear on his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, forcing your legs to spread. "Aw, are you regretting what you did now? I don't give a fuck," he sneered, lifting you up before forcing you onto his cock.
A pained cry escaped your lips as you quickly buried your head in his shoulder, a gasp escaping your lips as he shot inside of your dry womanhood, pain shooting through your body. You wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get through this punishment without comfort.
"You can keep your arms around me but lift your head and speak to me. You need to explain to us why in the absolute fuck you decided to break our most important rule." You felt Abbacchio's long fingers engage in your hair, yanking your head back. He cock twitched inside of you once you met his hungry eyes, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving. "What was your motive, Y/N?" He questioned, shout hair falling to his left as he tilted his head to the side, free hand roughly smacking your right breast, leaving a red handprint.
"Her motive was to make us jealous. She wanted to push our buttons. Good job, cara, you got exactly what you wanted. Is this what you wanted, to be punished as if you were a little child that doesn't know any better? How embarrassing," Bruno spoke to you harshly, shaking his head before he walked to stand behind you. "You fucking child, how dare you disrespect us." He smacked the leather paddle across the center of your ass, the paddle harshly crashing against your ass.
Tears spilled from your eyes at the first smack, your hands balling into fists behind Abbacchio's back. "I'm not a child, I... I hate you both!" You foolishly yelled without thinking, it being your only defense mechanism when you felt humiliated. You didn't hate them. You loved them both, but you were so embarrassed.. you weren't a child!
"Excuse me?" Abbacchio questioned, snatching your arms away from him. "Bruno, I think that we need to remind our girlfriend who the fucks in charge. I'll pin her down, beat her ass with no fucking mercy. Since she hates us who cares about being gentle for her sake, look at how she treats us!" He yelled, pulling you against his bare chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, trapping you against his chest with no way to escape.
"No, wait, please wait! I-I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, panic filling your voice as you wiggled wildly, trying to escape his grasp with no luck. "Please don't beat me, I'll be good! I take it back, Abbacchio!" You were begging now, practically pleading and regretting the foolish words that you said.. why were you so stupid? You were fucking this relationship up.. damn, you deserved this. You took it too far.
Five sharp smacks landed on your bottom, staying in the same place so you would feel it much more severely. "First rule.. don't talk to any of your exes unless you have no other choice. Second rule.. never say that you hate us when you're angry. Do you know how hurt we both are because of your behavior? And then you're going to say that you hate us? You're the one who broke the rules - you knew the consequences." Five more smacks on your left cheek, matching the bright red that was starting to coat your entire ass.
"I know, and I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm the reason this relationship is failing, you guys are going to leave me and I'll be all alone again! I-I don't hate you, I don't!" You sobbed into Abbacchio's chest, entire body shaking as gasps of air escaped your mouth, each hit causing you to flinch. You've broken up once before because of you saying stupid things.. that's why they are like this. You created the monsters.. you were the monster, you suppose.
Abbacchio scoffed- you almost forgot that his cock was bulging deep inside of your stomach, your throbbing pussy providing a wet coating because you shamefully were turned on. "We aren't going to leave you, we already told you that we wouldn't leave you again. Why won't you believe us? Are we not allowed to make mistakes, hm?" He questioned, his voice softening because despite how angry he was he saw that you couldn't handle being yelled at anymore.
Bruno landed five smacks on your left cheek before dropping the paddle on the ground, seeing that you were close to falling apart. "Stop doing this. If you want our attention, just ask and if you are upset with us, think before you speak. You deserve for me to beat your ass until I know for certain that you'll be sitting uncomfortable for a month, but I am going to stop. Next time you pull a stunt like this, I won't be as generous."
"I'm sorry, it was my fault you left me anyways. I won't.. I'll do better. I swear on my fucking life that I'll do better and be better for the both of you," you whispered in your trembling voice. You uncomfortably wiggled against Abbacchio's cock, causing it to twitch inside of you. You whined, pushing down on it.
Abbacchio let you go, allowing you to lift your head to look at him. "You're still getting fucked until you can't walk, you aren't escaping that," he told you, standing up. His hands wrapped around your ass, gently spreading your ass cheeks out, displaying your puckered hole to Bruno. "Good job Bruno, look at how red her little ass is. I bet it hurts too," he muttered, his fingers digging into your red flesh.
"Ow," you whined, arms wrapping around Abbacchio's neck. It was about time you just behaved and took your punishment, so that's exactly what you were going to do. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Time to be good, be the perfect submissive girlfriend that they deserved. They spoiled the fuck out of you and they took care of you.. you should have just told them that you wanted attention.
"Good girl," you heard Bruno say, his body pressing up against yours, 8 inches slowly pressing into your anus, taking his time. "I don't want this happening again, and neither does Abbacchio. We expect better from you. You also need to stop acting like we mistreat you because we don't."
Abbacchio finally let his huge cock move, slamming himself in and out of you with such force that you were practically bouncing up and down on his cock, causing you to fully push into Bruno's cock. "Take your daddy's cocks, okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks. I know you can do it."
"Okay," you moaned, your legs tightly wrapped around Abbacchio's waist. It was painful.. but the pain was so fucking good. "I'll be a good girl and take your big cocks, I love you so much daddy's." And you meant it this time, you were going to be your best behavior. You bit down on your lip, bucking your hips back and forth, slamming into both of their cocks.
"That's our dirty little girl, fuck you're so filthy," Bruno whispered in your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe as he matched your speed, loud smacks filling the air. "We love you too, we love you so fucking much."
Abbacchio groaned, rolling his hips in and out of you, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. "Your our special little slut, we're going to fucking marry you and impregnate you with our fucking children. You'll be ours for eternity," he growled, smacking the sides of your ass.
You tightened around his cock, "yes, yes, fuck yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on Bruno's shoulder. You felt a strong orgasm overwhelming your entire body, both of your holes throbbing with satisfaction. Thick wetness formed between your legs- you felt like you were going to explode. "I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock because I'm your little fucking slut," you moaned out, fully releasing, letting yourself squirt all over Abbacchio's cock.
You felt Bruno give you three more thrusts before he filled your ass with his seed, pulling out and immediately replacing his cock with an anal plug, keeping his cum inside of your ass. "20 minutes," he said, placing a kiss on your lips. "You'll wear it for 20 minutes."
Abbacchio came inside of you, pulling out instantly. A smirk appeared on his lips when you squirted all over his cock as soon as he pulled out, coating him with your juices and his own cum. "The shower is big enough for the three of us, let's shower. I'll clean the both of you up." His cock rested on your stomach, still carrying you in his arms. "Don't you ever fucking break our rules the way you did today. Next time you'll be severely punished," he threatened.
You nodded your head, "I won't do it again. I promise that I'll be good." That was a load of shit- you give yourself a month tops before you piss them off again. Guess you were going to have to buy a wheelchair because next time you wouldn't get off as lucky as you did today. Good.
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The President’s Daughter
Part 1
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mature content, SMUT, NSFW, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Blowjob, Masturbation, Name Calling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Possessiveness, Ordering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Non-con themes
Summary: Reader is the president’s daughter and currently Hydra are trying to take over the country. When the reader comes home from work, she finds a certain Hydra Soldier in her bedroom and now she must do as he says
You stared at your phone in the car, reading the news article that popped up and caught your attention. It was about the deadly assassin, The Winter Soldier. It had been all over the news of Hydra trying to take over this country, infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D, killing innocent and important people. Hydra agents were undercover all over the government. It was hard to know who to trust. With your father being the president of the United States, security was tighter now, and he was working hard to take down Hydra with the help of the avengers and their agents. And with that, that meant security for you was even tighter.
You were currently on your way home from work. You were sat in the back of the SUV with your driver Michael up front and Bruno, your other security guard. It was quite scary, all this war and fighting from these evil people. You didn’t quite understand it all and wasn’t sure if you wanted to really know but it was enough to know that these people were dangerous and serious. Your father had been stressing about this so much, having meetings every hour, phone calls with S.H.I.E.L.D, gathering as much information about Hydra as possible to end them quickly and effectively. Your mother had bene worrying non-stop about it all. The only person who was chilled was your brother who acted like this wasn’t a big deal. But perhaps he was just trying to lighten the mood for everyone.
At first you weren’t exactly jumping for joy about the increase in security. Yes, you were the president’s daughter but having someone always looking over your shoulder was bloody annoying and tiring. But you didn’t argue with your father and accepted the increase of men by your side. Besides, there were some benefits to that.
You sighed softly to yourself, flicking the news article away and shaking your head.
“It’s crazy isn’t it” you said softly, speaking out loud to the two men up front.
“What is?” Bruno asked, looking over his shoulder.
“This stuff with Hydra, the winter soldier” you murmured.
Working as a junior doctor, your workload had increased drastically. More and more people were coming in the emergency room, bodies ridden with blood, cuts, burns, bruises. With all the killing going on, it had made your life stressful as well. but you’d do anything to save anyone and help anyone in need. You remember the argument with your father about working during this whole debacle and you insisted to carry on. Your country needed you and you weren’t just going to hide away in your room while others got hurt.
“Don’t worry Miss, everything will be fine” Michael piped up and you offered a small smile.
“Yeah” you whispered and stared out the window as you carried on home, your mind still on Hydra and its deadliest assassin. The Winter Soldier was one of the most dangerous people. He’s had over two dozen confirmed kills, speciality training with hand-to-hand combat and firearms, super strength, and speed. He was a man you didn’t want to run into or be on the receiving end.
You finally reached home, pulling into the long driveway and parking up. You gathered your bag and jacket and just as you were about to open the door, Bruno opened it, stepping out the way for you.
“Thanks Bruno” you said politely and hurried inside. You were safe here, but you still didn’t want to be out long in the open air, just encase anyone was lurking about. But the security team around the White House was airtight that no one could get in. the house was empty, apart from the security team of course. Your mother and father were currently out having a meeting with the avengers about new strategies to take down Hydra and your brother was scouting out weapons for the US military to use. You were glad you weren’t involved in any of that, it would only make you over think and worry more about it all. Not to mention you didn’t have a clue about what weapons were best and the best strategy for taking down a terrorist group.
You made you way upstairs into your bedroom, smiling gently at the guards you passed and entered you room. Throwing your bag and jacket on the chair, you slipped out of your shoes and let the soft carpet eat up your feet, instantly relaxing. You had a long day at work and now you wanted a quick nap to relax and forget about all that was happening. You took once last glance at your phone, clearing away some emails before throwing it on the desk, hearing it clatter loudly.
You turned to venture to your bed but were stopped suddenly. A small sharp gasp escaped your lips as you stood frozen like a statue, eyes wide with shock and shoulders tensed up.
Standing on the other side of your room was the Winter Soldier.
He was tall, intimidating as he stood there, his cold blue steel eyes locked on your face. he wore some leather tactical gear across his chest with a hardness holding many weapons to his sides. His dark place pants had pockets galore and again held what looked like knifes against his thighs and ankles. His large boots were laced up tightly and he wore knees pads. His face was dominating with a black mask covering his mouth so only his eyes were seen which made them more menacing. He was exactly as the news had described him… dangerous.
And who could forget his metal arm. The shiny long arm dangled on his left side, glinting in the warm lights of your bedroom and his fingers flexing, metal clinking softly. But what frightened you most was the gun in his hand. Your heart was slamming against your chest, the feeling almost painful and your stomach was now a tight ball of nervous and sickness.
The Winter Soldier was standing in your bedroom, gun at the ready. He was here to kill you, there was no other explanation. Hydra were taking over and now they were coming for you and your family.
There was a guard right outside in the hallway. All you needed was to give a shout for help and they’d come barrelling in here, gun also at the ready to take out anyone who was going to put you in harm’s way. But would they be a match for the deadliest person on the planet. There had also been a panic button installed in your room, one by your bed and the other by the door. You moved to quickly to press it to alert the guards outside but were stopped.
“Ah ah” The Winter Soldier held his gun up to you, target sighted and acquired. He took a step forward, gun still pointed at you, and you gulped.
“Phone” he held his hand out, the flesh one open and ready to take your phone. You felt a wave of nerves inside your belly as he asked for it. His voice was muffled under the mask, but you heard loud and clear.
No, you thought. If he takes your phone away, the chances of someone finding you if he kidnaps you are gone. Of course, there was a tracker in the phone that could be traced for anything like that. you swallowed the hard lump in the back of your mouth before picking up your phone. You were frozen in place, not wanting to move but with the gun looking right at you, you had no choice. You shuffled on the carpet, tiny little steps taking you towards the deadly man in front and you held out your phone for him. he took it firmly, glancing at the screen and tapping on it for a moment before he clicked it shut and placed it in his back pocket.
Was he here to kidnap me? You thought.
Does he want to kill me?
What is Hydra planning?
His eyes flickered back on you now and he slowly took his arm down, the gun now hanging by his side. His long dark hair reaching just above his shoulders fell over his eyes a little and he flicked his head back to move the strands away. His eyes were captivating, blue like the ocean.
“If you scream or yell for help, then I’ll kill every single person in this building” he threatened darkly, and you gasped.
“Do you understand” he said, and you couldn’t find any words to say. When you didn’t answer him, he stepped closer, chest almost touching yours and he towered over you like a tall building, staring down at you.
“I said do you understand” he ordered, and you nodded.
“Yes” you squeaked, and the sides of his cheeks turned upwards, as if he smiled.
“Good girl” he began to circle around you, eyes wandering across your body, and you stood frozen in place. somehow, he seemed to have full control here and it was partly because of the fact he was the most dangerous person in America and a Hydra soldier and not to mention his array of weapons attached to his body.
“Now, you’re going to do everything I tell you, otherwise your father and the rest of your family will also die at the hands of me and Hydra” you looked up at him with a scared face, mouth slightly dropped open and you gulped once again.
“Please don’t hurt them” you were shaking now, and The Winter Soldier stopped back in front of you, head held high.
“I won’t, as long as you do as your told” he replied, and you nodded. Anything so they wouldn’t die. You couldn’t think of anything worse.
“Does that door have a lock” he nodded to your bedroom door, and you nodded.
“Go lock it” why did he want the door locked. Most likely to stop anyone from coming in. You turned and slowly shuffled to the door, locking it as he ordered. As you stood at the door, hand still clutching the handle, you pondered on the idea of quickly running out and calling for help. But he was only a few meters away from you and he would mostly likely catch up to you quicker than you could run for help. And you didn’t want anyone to die.
When you turned back around, you were shocked to see he had removed his mask, the black piece of fabric lying on the bed now. His whole face was now visible, and you were suddenly attracted to him. He was handsome, with a small muzzle of beard adorning his face, pointed nose and chiselled jaw lines. You shook the thought away though. There was no way heaven on earth could you find The Winter Soldier attractive, especially now that he’s holding you hostage in your room.
“Come here” he wiggled his finger at you, ordering you to come back over. You did as told, eyes to the ground as you came over. A musky rich smell invaded your senses as he stepped closer and you stared down at his metal hand, his fingers now free from the gun. You never thought you’d be thinking this, but his metal arm only made him sexier and his fingers flexing sent a tingle up your body. But how and why could you be feeling this?
Then, his metal hand moved up, grabbing your jaw in his fingers, and squeezing tightly so your lips were pressed together. He moved your head to the side as if he was inspecting your face and he leaned over. He dragged his nose up your cheek into your temple and took a deep breath, drawing in your scent. You groaned softly struggling to keep balance as he arched your back slightly.
“You smell good… tell me, have you ever been fucked before” you gasped at his question, eyes wide. It was a bold question and not one you wanted to answer. The answer had been yes but at the same time, you had only done it a few times. You hadn’t ever had a boyfriend and since your father was president it was now harder to find one.
“Y-yes” you answered softly, and he chuckled in your ear.
“So not daddy’s innocent girl then” he asked, and you swallowed, not wanting to answer. He let go of your face, allowing it to drop and you peaked up at him. He had a smirk written on his lips.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, and you shook your head no, silently.
“Good because from this point onwards, your mine” he whispered in your ear, and you felt your stomach toss and turn.
“Wh-what are you going to do with me?” you managed to ask, and he smirked, circling you again and as he was behind you, a light breath touched your ear, making you shiver and flinch.
“Whatever the fuck I want” he came to stand back in front of you and his eyes ran up and down your body, a heavy sigh following.
“Your father has been causing us a lot of problems which is why I’m here and you’re going to help me”.
What could he mean by that?
“Get undressed” he ordered, and you gasped, instantly covering yourself with your arms.
“What!” you answered back sternly, and he narrowed his eyes.
“I said get undressed” he said harsher this time and you stood your ground. No, you weren’t going to be made to do this, even though there was a slight warm feeling inside you.
��No” you answered back with the most confidence you could muster, and The Winter Soldier raised a brow.
“No what” he gritted.
“No, I won’t undress” you were standing your ground with this. He huffed a little, the corner of his lip turning upwards, and he suddenly grabbed your throat in his metal hand, pulling you forwards so your foreheads were touching. You gasped for air, gripping onto his wrist.
“I thought you said you would do anything I asked” he whispered, and you swallowed hard wide eyes staring into him.
“If you don’t do as your told, then mommy and daddy are going to take the consequences” he threatened.
“So, what’s it going to be” you nodded, accepting defeat and he let go of your throat, allowing you to catch your breath. You coughed loudly and sniffled the small tears filling at the back of your throat. Suddenly you were naked, standing in the middle of your bedroom. The Winter Soldier smiled, taking in the sight of you and his flesh hand reached up, running his fingers over your stomach, over your chest and around your beast, circling your nipple. You gasped softly at the sensation it was sending up your body, the tingle between your legs and you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat. How were you enjoying this?
His hand then came around the back of your neck, cupping it and fingers pressing on the side of your neck. He pulled your head back, arching and exposing your neck. His metal hand then came and wrapped around the front of your neck, now holding you steady and still for him. The metal was cold and sent a tingling sensation on your skin. And before you knew it, his lips crashed onto yours, taking over in a feisty fashion, kissing you deeply and darkly. You couldn’t help the little moan escape and you were shocked at yourself for even doing that. He bit your bottom lip, gathering it in his teeth and pulling back, letting it ping back into place.
He chuckled softly, a grin appearing.
“Do you like that” he asks, and you whimper. You did like it, but you couldn’t admit it.
“I know you do; I can see how much you want me to do it again” he whispered softly, his lips dragging across your face, teasing you and you groaned softly. The feeling of his hands on your neck was sending hot flushes across your body and you felt the tingle in between your legs. It was as if you were getting wet from this… and that might just be the case.
“And you haven’t even said no, so you must like it” he was right, you hadn’t said no and now there was no turning back.
“Now be a good girl and get on your knees” he gave you a hard shove, pushing you down and your knees and his metal and instantly wrapped itself in your long hair, gathering it in a tight grip that allowed control of your whole body.
“Now you’re going to show me what you can do with that mouth of yours” he slowly unzipped his pants, reaching inside and pulling his dick it. it was big and long and you hadn’t seen one like this before. You looked up with a worried look on your face. He slowly palmed himself, stroking his dick up and down and held it in front of you.
“Now give it a little taste” he ordered softly, and you gulped. You hadn’t sucked a dick before, and you had no idea what you were doing. His hand guided your head forward and you pressed your lips to the head of it. He moaned softly, his eyes slowly rolling to the backs of his head as you tasted. Your tongue licked the head, falling slightly into the slit and he gasped in pleasure.
“Now open” he pressed the end of his dick inside your mouth, pushing further and further until he was reaching the back to your throat. You could feel a gag relax coming your way, but you held it inside, worried that if you did, he’d punish you in some way. The dick popped out of your lips, and you took a deep breath before it came back in. His fingers gripped either side of your head as he began to thrust back and forth in your mouth. Slopping wet sounds escaped as he fucked your mouth, slowly at first and then began to move the pace up.
The end of his dick hit the back of your throat and your gripped onto his waist, hands clinging to his pants for support. Spit was dripping from your chin, falling on your thighs, and creating a little puddle there, glistening on your skin. Your eyes were starting to water, and you made choking sounds. You needed a breath of air, but The Winter Soldier wasn’t going to let you just yet. He held his dick in your mouth for a few seconds, face pressed against his crotch before pulling out. It was covered in your drool, dripping from your mouth, and stringing along. You gasped for a quick breath of air before his dick entered back inside. You could feel it twitching, as if it was about to let go and cum inside you. But he didn’t.
He let his dick pop out your lips again and you groaned for air. Your mouth was a little sore from stretching open wide for his member and his thumb grazed across your lips, dragging it down and showing your teeth.
“That’s a good girl” he shoved himself back in his pants, zipping them up before crouching in front of you, his hand now going between your legs. You gasped in pleasure, his fingers stroking between your folds, and he smirked. Your pussy was cold and wet, and his fingers began to make little circles on your clit, sending tingles through your body.
“Look at you, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” he teased as you moaned in the pleasure, he was giving you. His fingers began to move faster, and you could feel an orgasm coming along.
“Ohhh” you moaned, falling deeper into his hand, his fingers now pressing deeper to get the orgasm flowing. You were going to cum soon, your legs tingling and feet twitching.
“That feels good doesn’t it” he teased, and you nodded, eyes closed.
“Look at me” he ordered, and your eyes shot open, staring into his deep blue ones.
“Tell me you’re just a little slut, tell me you want me to ruin this innocent little body of yours” the words couldn’t seem to make their way out due to the intense pleasure between your legs currently going on.
“Tell me “He asked again but you were too distracted. Suddenly he growled and he pushed you on your back, catching you off guard. You yelped as you fell on your back and he climbed on top of you, knees pressing onto your arms, so he had you pinned while he continued to play with your pussy, lightly stroking your clit.
“Tell me now or I won’t let you cum” you gasped as you felt a sharp tingle, your pussy ready to explode.
“I’m a little slut and I want you to ruin my body” you breathed.
“And you are going to help me, aren’t you” he said, and you nodded quickly. Right now, you’d do anything to just get the pleasure you wanted.
“Who do you belong to now?” he asked, and you gasped, legs now shaking on the floor and writhing under his heavy body.
“You, I belong to you” you gasped, head turning to the side as you pressed yourself harder into the floor. Surely the guards outside were going to hear you and so you needed to be quiet. You didn’t want to attract any attention.
“That’s right, you belong to me now. Hydra owns you now and you’re going to help them take what’s theirs” you didn’t want to; you didn’t want to have any part of this but there was no way you’d win against this man on top of you right now and all that was on your mind was getting your orgasm.
“Ohhh yes” you whispered, and he grinned.
“Good girl” suddenly he stopped rubbing and you huffed lightly, looking up with confusion. He pulled his hand away and he reached down, wrapping the same hand around your neck, leaning down, and giving you a kiss on the lips. His tongue invaded your mouth, swirling inside and taking control once again. He pulled back a little, lips smacking together.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, and I want all the information your father has on Hydra and anything he’s planning on them” he said seriously.
“But, but I- “you stuttered, and he titled his head to the right slightly.
“Remember what I said, if you don’t do as your told, your family will pay the consequences” he reminded you once more before he stood up, freeing you from the cage he had in you on the floor and he grabbed his mask, fitting it back on. He walked to the window, pulling it open and reaching one leg out but then he stopped. He reached into his back pocket, fishing out your phone and threw it on the bed.
“I’ll be here same time… don’t be late” he gave you one last look before jumping out the window.
He’s gone.
You sighed and pulled yourself up off the floor, staring at the window.
You couldn’t believe that just happened.
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Part 2
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L & F: Poorly Hidden Gems
Oneshot Preview: Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.
She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.
She shouldn’t.
Main Story CH 1 Master List
Leandra hummed as she walked into Casita, wearing the shawl Bruno had gotten her for their fourth anniversary. He hadn’t proposed yet, but he had made the wait bearable by being the sweetest boyfriend anyone had ever had in the history of ever.
For their first anniversary he had put together a scavenger hunt with a different small gift to accompany every clue. For their second he had taken her out stargazing and surprised her with a bangle engraved with her favorite constellation, something she had mentioned once in passing the night before he’d accidentally confessed his love. For their third he had tried to make her portrait with dried flowers, based off of something they had seen in one of his visions, but dried flowers turned out to be a tricky medium to work with; as a last minute substitute he took her for a picnic and tried to serenade her. And for their fourth, he had set up a “ball” in his room, using a record of waltz music to set the mood, and giving her a dress and shawl that did indeed make her feel like a princess.
Bruno could take all the time he needed to propose, it’s not like she didn’t know he loved her.
She kind of wished the rest of the town would shut their traps about the subject, but she had known when they got together that being with Bruno would mean being the subject of town gossip. Generally if somebody said something snide to her she could just brag about whatever piece of jewelry she was wearing that Bruno had gotten for her. Kind of hard for people to imply he wasn’t committed to her when he’d dropped what must have been a ridiculous amount of money to commission one of his vision tablets to be turned into an emerald necklace for her.
Although, considering how many times they had re-watched the moon landing, she suspected he had made a good chunk of change selling shattered visions to the town’s merchants. Leandra would have to ask.
If he wasn’t already doing that, it was something to consider before adopting kids.
There was nobody in Casita’s courtyard so Leandra didn’t pause on her way up the stairs. She heard snoring coming out of the nursery, and when she passed by she saw Félix conked out in the rocking chair, with both Isabela and Dolores sleeping in his lap.
Leandra smiled. She had planned to go straight to Bruno’s room, but it was worth it to pause and see if she could find somebody to enjoy this adorable scene with.
On nearly silent feet, she hurried back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julieta was there, prepping food for tomorrow, holding her belly with one hand and stirring a pot with the other.
“Where’s Pepa?” Leandra asked.
“Visiting with Rosalie and Felípe, por que?”
“Because somebody has got to see how adorable Félix and the girls are right now!”
Julieta glanced at the pot, nibbling her lip, “Could you…?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Leandra subbed in and took over stirring what turned out to be chocolate, “try not to wake them.”
Julieta nodded, and waddled off as quickly and quietly as a heavily pregnant woman could. Leandra waited, stirring steadily until Julieta came back with a warm smile and a hand pressed to her chest.
“You think the flash would wake them if we took a picture?”
Leandra bit back a giggle, “I think it’s worth a shot.”
“Here, I’ll take over, see if you can find the camera. It should be in the closet by the laundry room,” Julieta took the spoon back and shooed Leandra off in search of the camera.
Leandra found it easily, she paused briefly in the kitchen to get the folding camera out of its bag and set to the right focal length, then carried it up the stairs. Funnily enough, the flash woke neither the toddlers, nor the tired father/uncle they were sleeping upon.
She grinned and quietly retreated before going to wind the film to the next exposure, then grinned even bigger.
“Looks like this roll is ready to be developed,” Leandra said, entering the kitchen and putting the camera down on the table, “if I go drop it off with Señor Cortez now we could have this photo in the album by the end of the week.”
Julieta shared her smile, then asked, “Do you want me to let Bruno know you stopped by if he finishes his visions before you get back?”
“Nah, I’ll just leave him a note,” she shrugged, putting the roll of film in a canister and replacing it with a new roll. Once she had the camera put back in its bag, and the bag back in the closet, Leandra went back upstairs and straight to Bruno’s room.
He had taken to doing vision requests Monday and Wednesday, each of them had to be scheduled at least a week in advance, and he made it very clear he would give priority to questions involving somebody’s health, safety, or livelihood over questions about somebody’s personal life. And she even got him to refuse to do visions for people whose question boiled down to “Will I get older?”.
Leandra had actually been able to convince Señora Alma it was what was best for the village. She had pointed out that Bruno pushing himself to fulfill any and every request left him exhausted, which might potentially make it harder for him to detect emergencies. On the other hand, if Bruno focused on visions that came naturally to him, he still found useful information, but he also had more energy to investigate potential danger.
With that in mind, Alma had happily taken on the brunt of convincing the village. Nobody could argue with “We need to be prepared for famines and floods, not disappointing Birthday gifts”.
On top of that, whenever a kid asked to see something cool, like the Mars robot, or the World Cup, Bruno was usually able to fit that vision in during his down time. People assumed it was the kid, and not the easy vision itself, that Bruno was willing to bend the rules for. As such, his reputation as “Tío Bruno”, uncle to all children, was coming along quite nicely.
Leandra grinned to herself, thinking of how adorable Bruno looked with the village children piled all over him while he explained the future/history of the Space Race.
Today he was doing a vision for one of the merchants, who wanted to know if coffee or wine would sell better in the city this year. After that, he was going to check what the weather would be like during the Church’s blanket drive, so Padré would know whether or not he needed to ask Pepa for help. Then, if he still had the energy, he would check to see if the Guzmans were going to have another son, or a baby girl.
Leandra greeted one of the rats when she entered the cave, either Arepa or Squash, she couldn’t tell. The other rat could be seen in the open chicken coop, running in the little wheel Bruno had made for them. That was probably Squash, she was usually the more energetic of the twins.
Bruno’s tent was in its usual state of organized chaos, although it had become slightly less chaotic the longer they’d dated. Over time, he had explained the reason for every mess in his room, and they had come up with ways to make the mess less messy.
He had another set of drawers, and multiple laundry baskets now, to make it easier for him to separate his clothes by degree of dirtiness. There was an old crate next to his cushion pile for him to put the books he planned to read next in, and another crate for him to put the books he’d just finished. There wasn’t much she could do about him having to weigh down the blankets on the bed so he could see if there were rats under there, but she’d made some little rat statues out of clay for him to use. They were pretty rough, and one of them looked more like a potato with ears than a rat, but he loved them all the same.
She crossed to his desk, ignoring the blank pieces of paper sitting on top of it. If the paper was out Bruno had already decided what he would write on it, and moving it would make him feel like he couldn’t write that story. He’d never been able to put into words why he felt that way, but it was easy enough to open the drawer and get out a new piece of paper, so she’d let it go.
She grabbed one of the pens off the desk, moving those around was alright, and opened the drawer.
Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.
She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.
She shouldn’t.
Leandra bit her lip.
She really shouldn’t.
Leandra closed the desk drawer. She would just ask Juli to let him know she stopped by after all. Or, she could leave her shawl on his pillow, that would let him know she was there and planning to come back soon.
Yeah, that’s what she would do.
If she were a saint.
Leandra opened the desk drawer, pulled out the ring box, and opened it. Unsurprisingly, it held a ring. An expensive looking ring with two emeralds either side an actual diamond. The band was silver, and engraved with little hour glasses.
“Whoa,” she said, out loud, then, “this better be an engagement ring or I’m going to have to talk to him about his spending habits.”
He couldn’t go around dropping this sort of money on her on regular occasions, especially when they had kids. Even if he was selling his surplus visions as emerald jewelry.
Fortunately, there was a folded up piece of paper crammed into the lid of the ring box. Since she’d already snooped this much, she pulled the note out, carefully put the box down, then unfolded the worn paper.
Bruno’s handwriting greeted her, most of it was written with black ink, but every few lines he’d crossed something out with a blue pen and written something else. The most edited sentence was the very first one.
It read, “Leandra, we have been together for a year, two, three, four years now.”
Leandra stopped reading. She stopped breathing too. When the implications were done setting in, she took a deep breath, picked up the ring box, and carried it over to the cushion pile. She sat down gingerly, braced herself, then kept reading.
“Everyday we spend together is the happiest day of my life. I can never put into words how lucky I feel to be with you. I’ve tried going into detail how beautiful you are, but only ended up saying ‘your blank is really pretty’ fifty times in a row. I’ve tried explaining how much happier I am when we’re together, but, because I was trying to avoid the mistake I made when I tried describing how beautiful you are, I ended up sounding like I swallowed a thesaurus. I’ve tried bringing as much joy and light into your life as you’ve brought into mine, but no amount of flowers or jewelry could ever compare to the love you’ve given me. I want to tell you I could spend hours lying next to you, looking for constellations in your freckles, I could go years listening to you laugh in place of music, I could spend eternity in your arms and never grow restless. But every time I try, the words come out stuttered and stilted. Even now, I know I’m not saying this right. In short, I have failed over and over to express how much I love you, but if you’ll let me, I’ll spend everyday for the rest of my life trying again and again. Reina, will you marry me?”
Leandra pressed a hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Then she giggled happily to herself. Well, that proposal would certainly be worth the wait.
If he ever got up the nerve, that is.
Leandra glanced at the ring box in her lap, and the sparkling ring. Again, she knew she shouldn’t do the thing she was thinking of doing…
But…
Bruno had had the ring and the proposal ready to go for three years now. Sure, there was a tiny thorn of insecurity, telling her he hadn’t proposed because he didn’t want to marry her; however, there was no way that was true. Bruno was blunter than a club to the back of the head, any thought that passed through his head had a fifty/fifty shot of coming out his mouth before he’d thought better of it.
He had once asked her to wear “that shirt that makes your breasts look twice as large” on their next date. While they were having dinner with his family.
To be fair to him, the reason he’d wanted her to wear that shirt was not for the aesthetic, it was because she’d wanted to try painting so he’d gone out and bought a bunch of art supplies. He had wanted to surprise her, and knew she wasn’t attached to that shirt, that she wouldn’t be too sad if she got paint on it. So, he figured he wouldn’t have to tell her what he had planned so long as she knew to wear that shirt.
Unfortunately for him, however, the most distinguishing feature of that particular blouse was indeed that it made her chest look several sizes bigger. Bruno had just failed to consider how his words would sound out loud, until he’d already said them.
The look of instantaneous regret on his face was so pitiable that his mother had just pretended not to have heard him.
Pepa had not been as merciful. When she had seen the shirt in question she had joyfully turned to Julieta and declared, “He was right!” then had called out for Félix and asked him if he thought she could pull off that shade of green. When he had said “Of course mi vida”, Pepa had asked to borrow the top. Meanwhile, Bruno stood next to Leandra, blushing so hard Leandra worried he’d pass out from blood loss and looking miserable.
Needless to say, Leandra had not leant her the shirt.
The point was, if Bruno wasn’t in love with her anymore, he would not have been able to hide it. If he didn’t want to marry her, he probably would have accidentally said so by now.
She didn’t waste another second thinking about it, as far as she cared, Bruno had hesitated enough for the both of them.
Leandra pulled the ring out of the box, she paused long enough to read the inscription on the inside of the band, “Mi Reina”, then slipped it on the ring finger of her right hand. Hopefully, Bruno intended to follow the tradition of using the same ring as both the engagement ring and the wedding band, and just switching the ring from the right hand to the left at the wedding. If he planned to follow the new trend of getting a diamond ring for the engagement and a separate band for the wedding she really was going to have to talk to him about making a budget going forward.
Next, she carefully folded up his prepared speech, tucked it back into the lid of the ring box, then put the box in her pocket. Eventually, she’d have it framed, but for now it would be safe in the box.
Finally she stood and left her shawl on his pillow like she’d intended, then left Casita as if nothing had changed.
A few people noticed the ring on her hand as she walked through town, and various eyebrows were raised, but nobody said anything. When she dropped her roll of film with Señor Cortez, along with some money for his trouble, he paused to stare at the ring wide eyed, then looked at her with a question in his gaze.
Leandra smiled politely back, “I’m actually thinking we might surprise Félix and Pepa with the last picture on the roll, so don’t mention that you’re developing the pictures to either of them.”
“Right,” he said slowly, “you got it.”
“Gracias Señor,” she called, walking away.
Instead of returning to Casita, she walked up the mountain to her home. There was something she needed to grab before heading back.
Meanwhile, Bruno handed the young Guzman couple their vision. They cooed over the baby girl sleeping in Mariano’s old crib, then thanked him. Bruno smiled tiredly at them.
“Ay, we should go, you probably need some rest,” Señor Guzman said.
“Sí, but thank you for this. Truly, we appreciate it,” Señora Guzman agreed.
“My pleasure,” Bruno said, although his voice came out sounding a bit rough with exhaustion, “this- uh, after watching trade deals get negotiated a-and the weather, this was actually really nice. B-babies are cute.”
The Guzmans smiled at him and thanked him some more, as he walked them to his door. Señor Guzman shaking his hand just before they left.
Bruno had been practicing telling people what he liked or didn’t like in his visions. Leandra continued to insist people would love him, warts and all, if they just knew him a little better. She had figured telling people when their vision was pleasant, or cute, or exciting, might help them to see what a “sweet, gentle, warm, compassionate man you are”. And telling them when the vision made him sad would show he wasn’t a sadist getting off on their misfortune.
So far, it was working out well. Actually, last week he had seen the librarian’s death when his son came in asking about his father’s illness. Leandra had been there when he had the vision and she had insisted Bruno tell the other man how important the librarian was to him.
He had expected the guy to get angry, but instead the man had stared at the glowing tablet for a while, then he had broken down crying. Leandra helped Bruno comfort him and when the man left, he gave Bruno a sad smile and thanked him for talking him through it.
Maybe Bruno should leave Encanto and head to Hollywood, Leandra would make a great agent.
He chuckled at the idea as he entered his tent.
The shawl he had gotten her was resting on his pillow, neatly folded up. She must have finished her chores and stopped by while he was working.
He picked it up and collapsed onto the bed, content to doze until she came back.
Another anniversary had gone by with the ring he’d had made for her burning a hole in his pocket. A part of him wondered how Leandra was still putting up with his lack of proposal. She had certainly thrown herself into the role of wife without any hesitation.
He told her why his room was such a mess, and instead of telling him how weird he was, she had worked with him to find better solutions. She had started translating conversations between him and his mother, since she understood both of them better than they understood each other. Any time somebody spoke poorly of him, she jumped to his defense without a second thought, and had poured so much time and energy into making sure he had some friends. Or at least some people who didn’t think he was a brujo.
He thought fondly of their anniversary date, when he, upset that he still couldn’t work up the nerve to propose, had asked her if the fact he was an awkward mess bothered her.
“Of course not,” she laughed as if the idea was ridiculous, “come on Bruno, you’re already kind, witty, brave, and a good kisser. You gotta save some perfect for the rest of us.”
Then she had kissed him and tacked on, “To be honest, I think the awkward just makes you more charming, if that makes sense.”
“It doesn’t,” he’d told her.
She had shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s just, sometimes you’ll be fumbling over your words and it’ll make me want to drag you off and do dirty things to you.”
“Wow,” he’d smirked at her a little, “you-, sounds like you’re some sorta weirdo.”
Leandra had giggled and the conversation had devolved into flirting, and despite his disappointment with himself, Bruno had had an excellent anniversary. How could he not? He was spending it with her.
He napped off the post vision exhaustion for an unknowable amount of time, falling from pleasant thoughts to pleasant dreams and back again. At some point he was vaguely aware of one of his rats snuggling up to the crook between his neck and shoulder. At another he dreamt he was reading an instruction manual about programming your DVR to Isabela.
Then his door opened and closed, and light booted feet started clicking their way down his stone steps. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes.
“Hey,” he murmured when Leandra entered his tent.
“Hola, how you feeling?” Her voice was cautious and quiet.
“Fine, no headaches today, just needed a nap,” he said, reaching up to gently pet whichever one of the twins was resting against his shoulder.
“Ah, bien. Give me your right hand,” she sat next to him on the bed.
Bruno didn’t question it, he handed her his right hand and closed his eyes again, feeling content. Something cool and metal slipped onto his ring finger.
“Just to let you know,” Leandra started, voice light.
“Mm-hm?” he asked, through a yawn.
“We’re engaged now.”
Bruno’s eyes popped open.
Still sitting over him, Leandra held up his right hand so he could see the golden band on his ring finger, “It’s my birth father’s ring, it’s one of the few things I have left of my birth parents, but if you want something as fancy as the one you got me-.”
She cut herself off when he made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He pulled his hand out of hers so he could grab her right wrist. Sure enough, she was wearing the ring he’d been struggling to give her for years now.
He stared at it in horror.
“Bruno?”
“I am so sorry.”
“What?” Leandra’s confusion only lasted a split second, before she gave him a slightly exasperated look, “Why? What do you think you’ve done wrong this time?”
“What do you mean-? You-? I didn’t propose!”
“Details,” Leandra shrugged.
“No it’s not?! I-, you’ve been so patient, s-so good to me, the least I could do is, is, y’know, actually propose to you!”
Leandra opened her mouth, judging by the stubborn glint in her eye she was planning to argue, but then she sighed and instead said, “To be honest, yeah, it would have been great if you’d actually proposed. But, I’m not upset about the fact that you didn’t. I know you Bruno, I have seen the way your anxiety paralyzes you when it comes to things like this. I don’t… when it matters, when somebody you love needs help, you’re one hundred percent ready to be the hero. So, it’s ok if you struggle with these-. Well, ok, I wish you didn’t feel like you can’t ask for what you want. But so long as I can count on you to be brave when it’s important, you can count on me to be brave for stuff like this.”
Bruno stared at her, slowly he sat up.
She smiled quietly at him.
He sighed through his nose, kissed her, then whispered, “You deserved a good proposal.”
“I deserve a good man,” Leandra corrected him, “and I have one. The rest would just be icing.”
“Let me-. Saturday, let’s go on a date, r-really, I have a speech ready and-.” He stopped talking, if she’d found the ring, that means she’d probably found the speech he’d prepared as well, “I-I can write another speech, a better one!”
“Don’t you dare!” Leandra huffed at him, “The speech you already wrote brought me to tears, I’m going to have it framed and put it on my nightstand.”
“W-well then I can edit it, make it look nicer.”
“No. I am framing it as is. That way, if I ever wonder whether or not you love me, I can look at your proposal and remind myself that you spent three years wanting to ask me to marry you.”
“I am so, so, so sorry.”
“I’m not,” Leandra kissed the tip of his nose, “it’s actually really romantic, in a ‘my fiancé is so shy but loves me deeply’ sort of way.”
“I-I do, love you, very deeply,” Bruno leaned his forehead against hers. The tension was beginning to leak out of his shoulders. He would propose to her officially on Saturday, but until then, at least she wasn’t upset.
“I love you deeply too.”
He took deep breaths, holding her hand and leaning his forehead against hers, until the guilt and nerves settled. Then he stared down at their joined hands, silver and gold rings sitting side by side on their interlaced fingers.
“We’re engaged now,” he whispered.
“We are.”
Then he frowned, a worrisome thought occurred to him, “H-how did you find the ring? Did you uh- did you find the vows too?”
“You’ve written your own vows?” Leandra sat up straight, face beaming with excitement.
“N-nevermind, forget I said that,” Bruno chuckled nervously, “vows? What vows? I-I can’t even write!”
Obviously not fooled, she giggled and pressed her fond grin against his embarrassed frown, “I went into your desk drawer for some fresh paper and the ring was just sitting on top.”
“Oh. Right. Oops.”
“I’ll have to get started on my own vows then.”
Bruno’s face burned, but he smiled, “You don’t have to, j-just because I’m doing it.”
“No, no, I want to,” she squeezed his hand, “I love you guapo, and I don’t ever want anyone to doubt that. Especially not you.”
He chuckled, grinning now, and gave her a lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he examined her face for any sign she was just indulging him, but all he saw was love.
So he said, “I love you too, Reina.”
A/N: This is currently the last Leandra focused fic I have planned. I want to explore how Mirabel’s story changes if Bruno is hanging around with a wife and kids, so I’m technically going to do a little more with this universe, but I don’t have any other stories about Leandra I want to write. So I’ll be a little sad when this escapes my queue, it’s not the end of her story, but after this she makes the transition from plucky protagonist to loyal mentor. This is my first time building an OC from scratch so I wasn’t ready to feel like my kid is running off to college :(
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The President’s Daughter
Chapter 2
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mature content, SMUT, NSFW, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Blowjob, Masturbation, Name Calling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Possessiveness, Ordering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Non-con themes
Summary: Being the President’s daughter is a hard life to live and with everything going on with Hydra, it’s even more stressful. But your life changes when you come home and find the fist of hydra, the Winter Soldier in your bedroom waiting for you
You tapped your leg nervously, bouncing it up and down. You checked on the road again, having only just looked about three seconds ago and saw the traffic had barely moved. Dammit, why did there have to be a traffic jam today. You should have been home twenty minutes ago and every minute passing, you grew more nervous.
Ever since yesterday, your mind had been non-stop thinking about the winter soldier. You couldn’t believe yourself, allowing him to do that to you. Any sane person would have yelled for help but to be honest, he was the most dangerous assassin. His threats about hurting everyone in the white house and your family were deadly serious and you couldn’t allow that to happen. And now you were his pawn, his plaything almost.
Never had you been made to feel like you did yesterday. The pleasure he was giving you, the teasing, the touching. It was all so new and exciting and scary at the same time. You were embarrassed to admit that you liked it. not that part of him threatening to hurt your family, but the pleasure he gave you. But now you were in deeper than you had expected. His demands for information on your father’s strategies to end hydra were also serious and he was expecting the information today. In fact, he was expecting it twenty minutes ago. That’s why you were so tense. You remembered what he said before he left… don’t be late.
You hadn’t even begun to think about how you were going to get the information. It was stored away in your father’s office; the oval and it wasn’t like you could just walk in there and grab the files without the security team noticing. You’d think of something, and you had time to anyway. The traffic didn’t seem to be going anywhere and you huffed in frustration.
You couldn’t believe you were going through with this. But it was clear that if you told your father what happened, Hydra and The Winter Soldier would find out and you didn’t want anyone to get hurt, especially you. It wasn’t that you wanted to betray your father and give Hydra information, but you had no choice.
After another few minutes of not going anywhere, you sighed and leaned forward, tapping Michael on the shoulder.
“Can we not go another way?” you asked.
“The traffic should be clearing soon Miss, it shouldn’t be too long” he assured but you didn’t have time, you were now thirty minutes late.
“I really need to get home Michael so if we could turn around that would be great” you said seriously and Michael turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with concern.
“Is everything okay Miss?” he asked, and you sighed.
“Yeah, it’s fine I just need to get home, I have something to do” she urged, and he looked to Bruno beside him who shrugged.
“Alright Miss” Michael switched the indicator on and turned the car around, making a detour. You relaxed in the leather, staring out the window, finally glad to be moving now but the nerves hadn’t gone away yet.
Finally, you reached the white house and you sprinted from the car before Bruno or Michael could even say a word or open the door. You raced inside the house, bouncing up the stairs. Again, you were pretty much home alone, your parents out and brother as well and you checked the hallway for any security. It seemed to be empty for once and you made a dash for the oval.
Katherine, your father’s personal security was on the phone at her desk, typing on her keyboard at the same time and you hid behind the wall, watching and waiting. Ideally you needed to get in the office without her knowing otherwise she’d tell your father. it wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t like you were banned from ever entering but then there’d be questions of why you were in there, what did you need and right now you didn’t have the time or patience for that.
But luckily for you, Katherine finished her call and stood, walking out with her high heels clicking on the wooden floor and you hid further away so when she passed the wall, she didn’t notice you. Now was your chance. Jogging over the oval door, you slowly opened it, the click of the door handle cracking and the door squeaking open slightly as you peeked inside. Empty. You sighed in relief, wiping a bead of sweat running down your forehead and sneaked inside.
You searched every draw and cabinet for some files on Hydra until you found a manila folder with everything inside. You had a quick peak inside, eyes moving from the folder to the door every single second to check no one was coming and you sighed. This is it, everything on Hydra and what your father was planning to do to take them down.
You felt like a betrayer, a disgrace to your country and family. But if you didn’t do as told people were going to get hurt including you. As soon as The Winter Soldier leaves, you were going to tell your dad everything. He’d understand. you were being forced to do this, under no free will.
You managed to sneak back out of the oval before Katherine arrived back and slipped the folder under your shirt as you made your way to your bedroom, smiling stiffly at a security guard passing you only the way.
Don’t draw attention to yourself
You reached your bedroom door and swiftly entered in, slamming the door a little too hard and you sighed heavily, resting your head against the door.
“You’re late” his voice spoke, and your eyes snapped open, turning around slowly to face him. He was sat in the plush chair in the corner of the room, metal arm resting on the arm rest, gun tangled in his fingers. He was dressed in the same gear as yesterday, his mask already taken off and his face on show. His eyes were slightly narrowed, hard looking and intimidating, his lips pressed in a hard line. He wasn’t happy.
You swallowed the hard lump building in the back of your throat, and you took a little step forward.
“I know… there was traffic and- “he cut you before you could explain any further.
“Did I say you could speak” he caught you off guard and you felt the same tingle in your body from yesterday. Shit, why is that turning me on, being told off. You didn’t answer back, and his lips turned slightly at the corner in pleasure. He stood up slowly, strolling over to you, arm swinging back and forth with his gun.
“Have you got what I want?” he asked, and you nodded, reaching inside your top and pulling the folder out.
You handed it to him, not saying anything out of fear that he’ll reprimand you for speaking. His flesh hand took the folder, and he threw the gun on the bed beside you two, instantly opening the folder and flicking through the sheets, his eyes drawing up to meet yours.
“Good girl” he praised and turned around, slapping the folder on the chair he was just sat on.
Good, he has what he wants, now he can go and leave me alone forever. But it didn’t seem like he was going to. He turned back around, stalking over to you like you were his prey and when he was close to you, you found yourself back up until you hit the door and he towered over you.
“I got what you wanted, I did as you told me, now please leave” you mustered up the courage to stand up for yourself even though your voice was as quiet as a mouse, and you could barely make eye contact with those sexy blue eyes off his. You heard him laugh softly and then you stared up at him, looking from under your lashes.
“Oh, I’m not done just yet, you and I have some more fun to have” he lifted his hand and turned the lock of the door handle, the click sounding louder than it was in the silent room and you swallowed the ball of saliva in the back of your throat. You were feeling hot, and the tingles came flooding back between your legs. Excitement was starting to take over the nerves and you pushed them as far down as you could, but the feelings weren’t going away.
His flesh hand came up and cupped your jaw, turning your head upwards to look him directly in the eye.
“What was it you told me yesterday” he hinted with a teasing tone in his voice, and you knew what he was referring to. Your cheeks flushed red, and you gulped before speaking.
“I’m a slut” you whispered, and he smirked.
“That’s right, you’re a slut and who’s slut are you” he demanded.
“Yours” you whispered.
“That’s right” he whispered, and he leant forward, roughly kissing you, taking control over your mouth. His lips covered yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip possessively and even drawing a little blood from the harsh bite he gave you, like a dog hunting a fox. His lips trailed across your jaw, to your neck and you couldn’t help the moan escaping you as he touched a sweet spot on your neck, your Adam’s apple bobbing as you swallowed.
“You’re all mine, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I like with you until I am satisfied” he whispered in your ear, and you groaned softly. No, how can this be happening, how can you be enjoying this?
“Now be a good girl and get undressed” he ordered and let you go, his touch making you feel cold and empty as he stepped away and retreated to the chair. Slipping your clothes off, you looked over and your eyes widened in shock as you saw him take some things out of a bag. Some rope, a pair of handcuffs and a leather strap with a rubber ball in the middle. Suddenly the nerves came back, and you watched intently his every move.
He turned back to you, eyes wandering across your now naked body, and he strolled over to you, a smirk creeping on his lips.
“Did I tell you, you have a beautiful body” he said softly, and you shook your head no. Your blushed red at the compliment and he reached up, grabbing your face in his hands, and turning your head to the side. His tongue darted out, licking its way up across your cheek and to your temple, tasting you like an ice cream. You gasped softly, the breath slowly sinking away. there was fire between your legs now, your cum dripping out slowly and sticking to your thighs.
“And I want it on display for me, all perfect and ready for whatever I want to do to it” he whispered, and he suddenly tugged you forwards, catching you off guard and you yelped a little but quickly shut your mouth, hoping to not alert anyone outside. He brought you to the side of the bed and stared down at you, towering over like a statue. He was so big compared to your petite little body which only made him more dominating and intimidating.
“Good girls get the bed; sluts get the floor. If you want this bed, you’re going to have to earn it” he shoved you down on the floor, pushing you until you were lying on your back. Your breathing intensified, sharp small in your mouth. The Winter Soldier grabbed the handcuffs and threw them on your stomach.
“Put those on” he ordered, his tone not harsh but stern. You took the cold metal cuffs, feeling the metal between your fingers before slipping them on. They clicked shut, tight around your wrist and you did the same on the other one, your hands now binded together. The cuffs clinked and rattled, and the feeling of restraint was making you wetter. The Winter Soldier climbed over you, grabbing the rope, and unravelling it, letting it fall to the floor. He crouched down and took one of your ankles and tied it to one of the bed posts and then did the same to the other, pulling your legs open so they were exposing your pussy. As he put it, you were on display for him. You tugged a little at the restraints, the feeling unusual and strange but by God was it making you tingle down there. You watched as The Winter Soldier circled around you, his boots very close to your face and he stepped in between your legs, settling himself down on the bed, the mattress squeaking as he did.
“Look at you, all tied up, nice and pretty for me… and look at this pretty little pussy” he slowly lifted his boot, pressing it to your mound and you gasped, pulling away slightly but you couldn’t go far. The rubber bottom of his boot was harsh against the soft skin of your pussy and as he slowly rubbed it, you hissed in pain. He started to make little circles with the tip of his boot and now the pain was slowly turning to pleasure, tingles and sensations brewing there.
“Ohhh” you moaned, letting your head hit the carpet, your hands resting on your stomach as he pleasured your pussy. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. It’s humiliating but hot at the same time.
“You like that don’t you, you like my boot touching your pussy” he teased, and you nodded.
“Yes” you whispered, eyes closed, and you felt him press harder into your mound, his boot pinching the skin slightly and you flinched.
“From now on you refer to me as Sir” he ordered gently.
“Yes Sir” you breathed, and he grinned, continuing to make small circles on your pussy. Your pussy flexed as an orgasm was starting to brew. Your moans began to get louder, and you hissed as he pressed his boot firmly.
“Quiet, you don’t want for someone to walk in do you” you shook your head and bit the inside of your lip to keep your moans quiet. The door was locked but that didn’t mean the guards couldn’t kick it down. You would die if they burst in here, seeing you tied up on the floor with The Winter Soldier on your bed, using his boot to get you off.
Your orgasm was growing deeper and deeper, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. After not being able to cum yesterday, your cum had been building up and the pleasure was going to be intense.
“Oh, please Sir” you whispered, pressing yourself further into the floor as your orgasm was beginning to make you shake.
“What, what does this little slut want” he teased.
“I want to cum” you begged, opening your eyes to look up at him, a pleading face and he smirked, pressing his boot further into your mound and moving it a little faster.
“You want to cum, do you think that’s how good girls ask to cum” he titled his head to the side, and you shook your head.
“Well go on then, ask me”.
“Please Sir, please may I cum, I want to cum for you” you pleaded, your hands pressing into your stomach to hold back the orgasm that was on the brink.
“Keep going” he said.
“I want to cum so badly, I’ll do anything for you Sir” you’d really do anything for him to let you cum right now.
“That’s right, you’ll do anything for me because your mine”.
“Yes, I’m yours”.
“What are you?” he teased.
“I’m a slut… I’m your slut” you whispered, and he smirked. He could see you were about to explode, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
“You can cum” as he said the words, you let yourself go, cumming over his boot, juices spilling out and trickling down your pussy. You moaned hard, pressing yourself in the carpet but bit your bottom lip hard so to keep quiet. He didn’t stop moving his boot on your pussy as you climaxed and it was becoming painful, the pleasure becoming too much. You flinched as if to get away, but you had nowhere to go. You were tied and open for him. if he wanted you to have another orgasm, he’d get that from you.
“Oh, please Sir, please it’s too much” you begged, and he smirked. He slowed down the movement and pressed his boot firmly into your mound.
“What do you say?” he ordered, and you finally caught your breath to be able to think and speak properly. Your body was covered in sweat, hair messy and face flushed bright pink.
“Thank you… Sir” you whispered, and he smiled.
“That’s a good girl, now it my turn” he stood up and slowly unzipped his pants, pulling his member out again. You swallowed the ball of saliva in your mouth, feeling parched. A drop of water would be great right now. The Winter Soldier stepped forwards, so he was towering over you, crouching so he was sat on your stomach, legs on either side.
“Now you’re going to get me nice and hard so I can fuck this sore pussy of yours” his metal hand grabbed your cuffed ones and placed them on his dick, insinuating that you needed to get him hard, and you started to rub up and down. It was a little tricky what with the cuffs, but you soon found a rhythm. His dick was soft in your hands, and you moved them up slowly, pressing firmly to get it up and hard. He leant his head back, groaning to himself, eyes shutting as you pleasured him. He was heavy on top of you and now you defiantly couldn’t move.
“That’s it, get it nice and hard for me” he moaned, and his metal hand came up to cup your jaw, squeezing a little so he had full view of your face.
“Do you know how pretty you look like this, all tied up and messy and all that from my boot fucking your pussy. I haven’t even stuck my dick inside you and you’re begging me to cum” he grinned. The humiliation was making you wet again, something you never thought you’d enjoy but it was turning you on. Everything was, the control he had, the possessiveness, the orders he gave you, the fact he could do whatever he liked, and you obeyed him. You truly were his to do whatever he liked.
“Yes Sir” you whispered, and he smirked. His dick grew harder in your hands, and he was now ready to fuck you.
“Now it’s time to fuck that pussy of mine, remember to be quiet, don’t want to catch their attention outside do we” he slipped down between your legs and pressed the tip of himself inside you. You gasped and flinched upwards, your hands wanting to reach down and stop him, but you couldn’t reach. His metal hand pressed against your chest, guiding himself in.
He slowly began to thrust, pressing himself deep inside until he was balls deep inside you. He quickened his pace, balls slapping against the outside of your pussy. He was stretching you open, and you leaned your head into the carpet, moans falling out like as he began to fuck you. Your pussy was heating up, your second orgasm now in the making.
“Oh, fuck you’re so tight” he moaned, his metal hand gripping your thigh and pressing it down to the floor, so he had full access. The cuffs on your hands rattled as your body jerked on the floor and for a second you wondered if the people downstairs might hear the noises coming from the ceiling. But there wasn’t anything to be done about that.
“Oh god” you moaned to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper and your voice becoming hoarse from the moaning. It was tingling again, and your legs were starting to turn numb, the pleasure building up.
The Winter Soldier reached under your thighs, tugging you down the floor closer and lifted you slightly up from the floor, getting a better position so he could pound you. His body slapped yours as he did, his dick buried deep inside you, and he could feel you clenching around him.
“Oh my god” you groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt a cold wet substance on the top of your pussy and looked down to see a line of spit dripping. The spit made his dick slid in better and he looked down at you smirking.
“I can feel you clenching around me, you want another orgasm don’t you” he said, and you nodded.
“Oh yes please Sir” you begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. You needed to come again. You couldn’t bear the thought of being denied another orgasm. You needed to release and spill all that cum out, let your body give into the desire and pleasure you so badly wanted from this assassin.
“You better start begging me because if I cum before you, then you won’t be getting one” he teased, and you whimpered slightly. No, you couldn’t let that happen, you needed to cum.
“Oh, please Sir, please let me cum. I want to cum so bad for you” you made a good start, but your orgasm was distracting you from begging and you stopped for a moment.
“Don’t stop begging me” you felt a harsh slap on your ass which brought you from your clouded mind and continued begging.
“Please Sir, please let me cum, I’ll do anything for you” you hoped that was the trick in letting him give you an orgasm and when you said that the smile curled on his lips.
“Anything for me, that’s because…” he raised his brow, waiting for you to finish.
“Because I’m a slut and I’m your slut” you breathed, and he grinned. He gave a few more thrusts and you gasped as you nearly let yourself go but managed to bring it back and he could see how desperate you were.
“You can cum for me” he groaned, and you let your body go, releasing over his dick. Your orgasm was stronger this time and you convulsed on the floor; hands pressed into your chest as he continued to fuck you through your climax. Sweat covered your body, giving you a glow under the warm lights of your bedroom and you were shaking.
The Winter Soldier groaned as he too was going to reach his own climax and he suddenly pulled out, moving himself up your body. His metal hand grabbed the back of your head and he fisted himself for a few seconds before he released, his cum squirting you in the face.
“Open your mouth” he ordered, and you did, letting his cum fall onto your tongue. He was breathing hard, his body shaking, and he pulled the last few drops out, letting them drip onto your tongue. He took a deep breath, wiping his messy fucked hair out of his eyes and his thumb closed your lips together, allowing you to swallow the salty juice inside your mouth. It was sticky and you licked your lips, falling back into the carpet in exhaustion. Once you finally caught your breath, you looked up at him.
“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, knowing he was waiting for your gratitude, and he smirked, his metal thumb coming over and wiping the little bit of residue on your lips.
“Good girl” he breathed. He placed himself back inside his pants before standing up. You watched as he stepped over to the chair, reaching into the bag and he pulled out what looked like a small key, most likely to unlock the cuffs. But he didn’t hand it to you yet. He gathered the file on the bed and placed it in the bag, slipping it over his shoulder.
You stared at him in confusion, wondering if he was going to untie. You hoped he wasn’t going to leave you like this.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, remember don’t be late” he said sternly, and you furrowed your brows.
“But I thought that was it, I did what you asked, I got you the information” you said. Surely, he had gotten everything he wanted.
“Yes, you did, but I’m not done with you. I told you, you and I have lots more fun to have” and with that, he dropped the key on your stomach.
“Perhaps I’ll let you have the bed” he smirked and turned to leave, slipping out the window. You took the key from your stomach and sighed, your head hitting the carpet with a thud.
“Wow”.
Hey so I hope you liked the next part of this, let me know what you think in the comments and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything
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@scribbling-dragon you asked for branzypierce fic ideas? otter can give you branzypierce fic ideas. otter can give you MANY branzypierce fic ideas.
*casually drops my whole list of ideas*
Fic Concepts:
Timeloop One: Clown has to watch Branzy die until he admits he has a crush on Branzy
Timeloop Two: Branzy keeps trapping Clown and Clown infuriatingly can’t escape until he admits he has a crush on Branzy. Then Branzy lets him out.
Superhero AU: Branzy the trickster is the most feared villain in the city. Clown is slightly afraid for a change.
Hurt/Comfort: Branzy, being a Voidwalker (or touched by the Void in some way) is always cold. Clown realizes this and gives him snuggles/warms him up in some way
good old sickfic: Clown is not sick. The great Clownpierce does not get sick (he’s sick). Or Branzy’s sick (either one’s great).
Branzy has red & black scars on his arm. Go wild. Maybe it’s a tattoo. Maybe it’s a heart counter. Does it hurt his arm when he loses hearts? Or is it a scar of some sort (explosion scar might work...)
Actual Fluff: Write Clown giving Branzy hearts/vice versa. Does it hurt a bit? What does it feel like to give hearts to other players? Is it warm? Cold? How do they both feel?
Hurt/Comfort or Pure Angst: Clown is worried about allying with Branzy because of his history of betrayal. You can have Branzy prove him wrong... or right :)
It’s gotta be pretty traumatizing watching your lover die... write Clown or Branzy being overprotective/worried for the other’s safety.
thief!branzy - idea from friend on discord, here for my own ref, ignore.
Lyrics/Quotes I Have Saved (for titles/inspo):
close friends of mine are in disbelief - my idea for this fic would be branzy talking to rekrap/whoever you want to write about clown and rek being like “HIM!?!?” inspired by the one drawing
some gambles are worth taking
(lifesteal is the place) where morals go to die
this tale of reckless love
the night young love died (buried at each other’s side)
pocket full of moonshine
so good at selling lies
one kiss at a time
we’re so young (we’re probably gonna die)
look so good and we never ever try
wonder if your therapist knows everything about me - clown scares branzy.
here at the beginning of the end
the end of infinity (with you)
can’t you see i’m upset
no matter what you do (still in love with you)
(he got) so used to winning he forgot he could lose
Songs, for Inspiration:
-Partners In Crime (set it off)
-The Last Of The Real Ones (fall out boy)
-Fear and Delight (the correspondants) THIS IS LITERALLY THEM.
-Do It All The Time (IDKHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME)
-Paper Plane (m.i.a)
-Bruno Is Orange (Hop Along)
-The Cut That Always Bleeds (conan gray)
-Freak (sub urban)
Headcanons To Do Things With:
(you can always scroll this blog)
-transzycraft
-adhd branzy
-thornling/amethyst branzy
-enderman branzy
-ender dragon branzy
-chronic pains clown
-wither hybrid clown
-players turn to stone when they die
-heart counter tattoos
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Match Review: Some dickheads 0-3 Manchester City
It's getting increasingly difficult to love this team...
A tepid Manchester United display saw the Red Devils humbled and humiliated at Old Trafford at the hands of treble-winning neighbours Manchester City on Sunday afternoon.
The strange 3:30pm kick-off was possibly the least odd thing about the game after the drab, dejected, and disjointed performances of the Manchester United team.
Only two players escape criticism in my eyes from the fixture: Andre Onana, who had a good game and made a whopping SEVEN saves despite conceding three goals, and Rasmus Højlund - the striker our team forgets we have to pass to.
Other than these, everyone else put in a grim performance - including manager Erik Ten Hag.
A defence of Lindelöf LB, Evans + Maguire CB, Dalot RB... that's not withstanding West Brom, let alone Man City.
A midfield 3 of Amrabat, McTominay and Eriksen was laughable. Amrabat is still gelling with the team, but how do you do that when your midfield partners can run but not pass and pass but not run. It's a joke. I love Eriksen, he's like Mata - a genius football mind - but he is not suited to this fixture. Scholes and RG were overrun when City snotted us 6-1, and that was down to legs too.
Then the wide positions. Marcus Rashford is in gross form still, and Bruno Fernandes cannot play wide right for us. He just can't.
To add salt to the wound, Mount came on... for Amrabat. Garnacho came on... for Højlund. Baffling decisions that switched United from an unlucky 1-0 deficit thanks to a soft penalty to being walked through for fun. Haaland was unmarked for the 2nd goal ffs.
And while we're on the topic, City were given a very soft - if technically correct - penalty, but then that begs two questions:
If that's a penalty, why is there no consistency and others like it are penalties? Højlund vs Arsenal, for instance...
VAR is for clear and obvious mistakes. If something isn't clear and obvious, why is the penalty being awarded?
United could have had a penalty for an arguably stronger tug on our Danish wonderkid in the first half, and perhaps another day Rasmus falls and wins the pen, but ifs and buts.
If matters weren't already bad enough, the huffing Antony came on as a late sub and immediately tried to clean out Doku's legs - earning himself a booking. The Brazilian is yet to show his worth. I believe that for all he is a talented player, he's a one-trick pony, and worth less of his transfer fee than the chastised Maguire was his - and I've been very vocal of Maguire's fee being a gross overpay. I've no issue with Antony sulking at being benched, but he hasn't achieved anything. His job is to find the striker, create chances, take a shot. He doesn't succeed with any of these 3 options, and then has the audacity to lash out at an opponent. It's unsportsmanlike and shitty. Grow up, get good, or leave. We're over a year in to this experiment. It's time to put up or shut up, because at the moment you're making the manager - who put his faith and a HUGE chunk of his transfer budget into you - look like a mug.
There are some points of solace. Højlund really does look the business. Onana is growing in confidence again. Reguilon and Varane may have been rested for midweek. Mount looked sharp, albeit he had a limited impact. With Newcastle at Old Trafford in two days time, United could undo a lot of the bad blood with fans by putting in a big shift against the Geordies.
Personally, I'd be going with a midfield three of Mount, Casemiro and Amrabat, with Garnacho LW. Bench Bruno and Rashford, whether as punishment or a rest. Sub in Mainoo later on for Casemiro and Hannibal for Amrabat. Maybe Eriksen for Mount. Show energy, desire, intensity and put the hurt on Newcastle. Give us hope. UTFR.
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i hope this isnt an ,, insensitive ? question? im just curious, why did you stop liking pepa in the first place? (i feel like this comes across as like “hm i love pepa why did u even stop liking her >:(((” but its not im just curious 😭)
Don't worry, it doesn't come off as insensitive 💛
And the reason I "stopped" liking her (I think I actually never did, just got tired) was because people became a little TOO intense with her and requested things I wasn't comfortable with. For example, people kept asking for fics where Pepa willingly hurt Julieta and/or Bruno because she was jealous, or Pepa being super overpowered (really, I remember someone saying she was a goddess and people should worship her but because of her powers, not her looks), or R being a total sub for Pepa and not having a real role outside being her partner, or people wanting me to make Julieta a bitch to Pepa and R hating Juli so much while Pepa was a white little dove. This last got requested SO MANY TIMES (and this Is the reason I wrote "I do", out of spite). On top of that, people also spammed me with pics of her which wouldn't be bad if It wasn't because they were like 20 messages per day and a lot of asks got buried and I never saw them, which means I couldn't interact with other people. Lastly, because this got a little longer than intented (sorry for that), what really, really, annoyed me (after the fifth time) was that people never seemed to be happy with me writting for Julieta, because every time I posted a fic for her, there would always be someone asking for the same fic but "Pepa's version". EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It hurted because It felt like people saying "we don't care if you like Julieta, make it about Pepa" and It felt bad.
Anyway, that being said, I think I actually never stopped liking Pepa, she's still lovely and I enjoy all her scenes in the movie, I just got tired of how people pushed her down my throat and tried to make this their local Pepa-centered blog (as if my profile pic didn't make it clear who my favorite is).
Aaaaaaand I think that's all! Sorry for the ramble. Zaf out!
#zafiro talks#in this house we still stand Pepa Madrigal#we're just on a break with her at the moment
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Doc Watch: Deepsea Challenge (2014)
Watched: 06/23/2023
Format: YouTube
Viewing: First
Director(s): John Bruno, Ray Quint, Andrew Wight
Like everyone else, I spent last week keeping up with the story of the Titan, the submersible that was designed by a California firm who seemed to play pretty fast and loose with fairly common knowledge about the ways in which one usually plans and develops a vehicle intended for use 3800 meters below the ocean's surface. As details about the Titan came out, as well as photos, my eyebrows were raised as I saw how the vehicle worked and how it looked.
Look, I'm no engineer, but you couldn't have gotten me in that thing for love or money. I'm modestly aware of how submarines look, the need for redundancy and failsafe systems that are as robust as possible when one is not going to be in a position to be rescued should something go wrong. And while I agree that Playstation controllers are a marvel, I also don't want to lose connectivity to my controller whilst being pulled by ocean currents. And, really, those game paddles were seen as a sign of the clear hubris suggested by the ship's design and thumbing of the nose at well-established standards of engineering, and, in fact, physics, that I think some of us were responding to. It was less a lack of respect for other engineers and more of a lack of respect for the danger.*
Unlike officials speaking to the press in the wake of the announcement of the crew's reported demise, filmmaker James Cameron, who has spent a few decades now diving to various points in the ocean, didn't really hold back. He was clearly outraged the OceanGate Titan had taken on customers and was in the position of a stern "I told you so" about OceanGate's materials and design being sub-par for the task. I guess he'd told the now-dead CEO this was a bad idea to no avail.
It's important to note - Cameron wasn't just armchair quarter-backing. Post-Titanic and after Avatar, it would bubble up in the press that Cameron was building submersibles and was out there like a modern Cousteau, diving to record depths - and piloting the craft himself.
Cameron being Cameron, no detail went unresearched and rather than throwing out the lessons learned, he did here what he'd done with film - push the technology and try to achieve new things, but make sure he stuck the landing.
And so it was that my viewing of newsclips about Titan led to the algorithm pushing the 2014 documentary Deepsea Challenge to me.
(you can view the doc in its entirety here)
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Look, if you want to see two contrasting POVs for how one goes about engineering and working toward success in a risky endeavor, and taking the risks seriously, there's really no better contrast than the first half of this doc and all of the conversation about what they're doing and why to get Deepsea Challenger - Cameron's submersible - built. If you've ever read up on the space race, you understand what it means to actually put a human into space, and the ocean is no less forgiving. And you get the feeling had Cameron put his eye to going up instead of down, he'd have given all the other rocket yahoos a run for their money.
I won't say there's no ego to Cameron, but there's a different approach. He isn't hellbent on being right and being seen as a maverick, he's hellbent on succeeding. There's no poseurism here. He *is* a maverick (one does not do what he's done without being a bit outside the norm). And, famously, Cameron applies pressure to his crews to get them to perform beyond their own expectations. That isn't to say he asks them to compromise - instead he asks for the excellence he knows their all capable of. It's impressive to see and maybe an object lesson for managers everywhere.
But it's also in hearing him talk about the how's and why's that contrast so severely to what we've seen in emails and whatnot from OceanGate's CEO. We know he took challenges to his concept of a vehicle and approach to manufacture as cowardice. Which... is ridiculous. Especially when you're putting other people's lives on the line. Especially those who would believe that you'd done this right.
The film pays homage to those who came before, actually recreating dramatizations of the first dive to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. It explores the wonder Cameron felt at deepsea expeditions as well as general ocean exploration - something recognizable to those of us who grew up in the tail end of the Cousteau-era on PBS when the ocean was pitched as much a frontier as the stars.
And, of course, it follows the testing of the vehicle, the frustrations, failures and successes. And, the eventual descent to the bottom of the Challenger Deep, the deepest known spot in the Mariana Trench.
The film is far more about the effort to get there than what's down there. It pitches the reasons why one would care to go down there (exploration and potential geological research) and is clearly a view of a prototype rather than a wildly successful venture. And, yes, "because it's there" reasoning, which is not nothing and oddly inspiring in this era of considering renting a VRBO somewhere and taking selfies to be a grand adventure.
Cameron's wife is along for the adventure, and you get what sort of person it takes to be married to Cameron (she seems very, very cool). And, tragically, two of Cameron's longtime colleagues, friends and partners die during development of the sub/ the documentary while riding in a helicopter, which causes some introspection.
Anyway, it's free and worth a watch. Especially in light of the needless deaths of 5 people and our bizarre belief that what makes for a good leader is ignoring sound advice and the possibility of harm to other people.
*Look. For example - I don't take any umbrage to SpaceX having a lack of a hardwired joystick in the Dragon capsule. What I look at is whether the Dragon is made of the proper materials
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The Rise of Hydra
Chapter 7
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character
Warnings: Violence, Dom/Sub, Kidnapping, Hostage, Gun Violence, Corruption Kink, Forced Behaviour, Manipulation, Light Bondage, Captive
Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.
“Where the fuck is my daughter!”.
John Fitzgerald never swore. As the president of the United States, he was to obtain a professional manner wherever he went. But when it came to his family, he wasn’t fucking around. The second he heard the news about the shooting and car crash, he out the door like a cheetah.
John paced around the oval, hands on his hips as listened to the report on the attack. Steve and the rest of the avengers sat in the oval, listening intently as well. They had come along with the president just encase more Hydra agents were scouting the streets and planning to attack him.
“Hydra agents corned them, ran them off the road, there was a shooting on west street” Taylor, his head of security said, and John sighed.
“What about Michael and Bruno, what’s their condition?” he asked.
“Bruno only came with a few scratches, but Michael’s condition is worse. They took him to hospital as soon as authorities came but no word on his current state” John leaned against his desk, rubbing his face with his hands. His mind was all over the place. Hydra were running in lead of this war and everyday something was happening. Now his daughter was missing and one of his guards was in critical condition.
I knew I should have kept her at home
The guilt was beating him up and he couldn’t help but think of the worse possible scenario for Violet. Hydra were taking any chance they could to get on top and right now, they had the president in the palm of their hands.
“What about the Hydra agents, did they survive?” asked Steve.
“On scene it looked like a handful were dead. Bruno said there were more but managed to get away just as the cops arrived… but he mentioned one in particular” Taylor said cautiously which grabbed everyone’s attention.
“He said there was one guy, bigger and taller than the others. He was the one who fired at them to begin with. They intended to find Violet once they had dealt with the rest but there were too many” John paced the room again, biting his lower lip.
“He must have been going after Violet” Natasha said.
“But why… what did she have that they want or is it just a way to get to me so we can meet their demands” John asked, and the room was silent.
A knock to the door came and opened, another security guard revealed behind it. He stepped into the oval.
“Mr President, Mr Stark is here” he said, and Tony waltzed in from behind, a stack of papers in his hand.
“Please tell me you have information on who took my daughter” John said desperately, and Tony nodded, handing him the papers.
“I’ve accessed everything on that stick. It’s got information from over ninety years of Hydra, missions, agents, plans” Tony sat in one of the chairs, holding his legs as John opened the stack of papers, looking through the information.
“Hydra is planning a worldwide attack. The hell carriers S.H.I.E.L.D have been building aren’t going to be used against Hydra but for Hydra. Armin Zola, lead scientist of Hydra back in 1934 was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D in 1945 under operation paperclip. S.H.I.E.L.D was using former Hydra agents to work for them as a pardon in exchange for federal employment” Tony explained.
Steve narrowed his eyes at the mention of Zola. He hated that scum of a scientist. He remembered back when he captured him, ending his plans for world domination. But then he was asleep for seventy years and had no clue that he had been working for S.H.I..E.L.D this whole time.
“He’s dead though, surely he can’t be behind this” Steve questioned, and Tony raised his brows.
“You’d think so, but no. Zola transferred his mind into a computer, one of the undercover Hydra bases, your old training camp Cap” Tony said, and Steve stared at him blankly.
“Anyway, Zola has been building Hydra under the shadows for years, secret operatives running operations behind their back and now they are planning to take out any threats to Hydra. Zola created an algorithm that would detect anyone who could be a possible threat and take them out with a single shot”.
“Thus, leaving them in charge” Natasha finished off. The group looked at each other in worry. This was big, bigger than anything this country has faced.
“God damn” John smacked the papers on the table, taking a seat and running his fingers through his hair.
“What about Violet?” he said nervously.
Tony reached into the papers and took one out, sliding it across the table in the middle.
“We believe this is who took your daughter. His name is James Buchanan Barnes, also goes by the name of Bucky. He’s Hydra greatest weapon and soldier. Zola created his own version of the secret soldier serum and gave it to him. They ran a programme called the Winter Soldier. Since then, he’s been doing Hydra’s bidding. He’s been credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years, including JFK”.
The room was silent with disbelief and John sighed heavily. He was starting to think the worst. His daughter had been taken by Hydra’s greatest assassin and there had been no word of her location.
“He’s tough then” Clint asked, and Tony nodded.
“He’s their greatest weapon. With him and those hell carriers, they could be unstoppable” it was hard to hear but it was true. Hydra were close to achieving world domination and now with Violet in their hands, they could demand anything. It was a tough decision for John. He couldn’t bear to have his daughter hurt by Hydra but then he’d do anything to get her back. John didn’t say anything, only stared at the floor.
“Don’t worry Mr President, we’ll get her back” Steve assured. He’s met Violet a few times now and he had to admit she was a sweet and kind girl. He too didn’t want to see her hurt and vowed to himself to get her back. Steve himself was a super soldier therefore he knew the strength and build of another. John looked around the group before taking a deep breath and standing, straightening his suit. He trusted the avengers to get his daughter back.
“Mr President you should keep out of the public for now, Hydra is everywhere, and we can’t risk anything happening to you” Taylor suggested.
“He’s right, we’ll take care of everything” Sam said.
“Thank you… in the meantime we need to address those hell carriers, Mr Stark, can you create a new algorithm to combat Hydra’s one. If we can infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D, we can access the hell carriers and stop them from hitting any targets”.
“I’ll get working on it now” he stood from the chair.
“Natasha and Clint, check out that Hydra base and see if you can locate any other bases” Steve ordered and they nodded, standing up to leave.
“Sam, you’re with me” he nodded and stood. They made their way to the door to leave when Steve felt a hand on his arm pulling him back. He turned to face John who had a worried look on his face, eyes with heavy bags and a tight smile on his lips.
“Promise me you’ll find her” he whispered. It was a hard promise to make, but Steve was determined to find her. He wasn’t going to let Hydra win again
“I promise” Steve nodded, seriousness in his tone and John gave a smile, letting him go.
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Violet groaned softly to herself as she woke from a deep slumber. There was a pounding in her head and her face felt bruised and sore. Her head was nestled in a soft white pillow and there was a soft blanket draped over her body. The room was dim and when her eyes fully opened, she stared at the burnt orange wall in front of her. It was unfamiliar to her, and she narrowed her eyes in confusion.
Her throat was dry and her eyes full of sleep with crust in the corners. She moaned softly, wiping away the crud and pushed herself off the bed. Her body was weaker than she thought, and she struggled to push herself up, her arms shaking as she put all her weight on them. She hissed as there was sharp pain in her neck as she turned her head and her hand instantly went there, massaging the muscles deeply to unkink the cramp.
She slowly turned around on the bed, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. It was spacious but not that big. The walls were burnt orange which made the room darker. The bed was pressed up against the wall and across from her was a door that was ajar. Taking a closer look, she saw the edge of a toilet bowl and assumed that it was some sort of bathroom. On the right side of the room was a lone desk with a chair and on the other side in front of the bed was another door. The room was warm, the heat coming from the metal radiator on the wall
Panic started to brew, and she tried to think about what had happened. And then it hit her like a slap in the face. The car crash, the gun fight, the office… the soldier. Violet looked to the door and immediately pushed herself off the bed to run towards it but was yanked back by something on her hands. She yelped as her wrists were tugged and she looked down to see two leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists, padlocked and a chain between them. Another chain was locked to the middle of the smaller chain and ran towards a ring on the wall beside the bed.
“Fuck” she tugged at them but them seemed sturdy and unlikely to budge. She shuddered, a shaky breath escaping as she sat back on the bed, the mattress squeaking. There were no windows in the room, so she had no idea where this place was. All she knew was that Hydra had captured her.
Her attention was caught when she heard footsteps muffled by the walls of the room and she looked over at the door, waiting for whoever was behind. The click of locks unlocking made her jump and she held her fists tightly into her lap. The door creaked open, and a bright light shone into the room, almost blinding her.
She squinted hard and when a figure stepped forward, blocking out the light, she looked up and stared at him.
Bucky, as he was known as, although she didn’t know, stood in the door frame. His eyes were fixed on her, a tight line on his lips. His mask had been removed now and she could see his whole face. His jawline was sharper than a kitchen knife, his lips pink and soft looking. His muzzle covered the lower half of his face. He stepped inside, kicking the door shut and it slammed, making her flinch. He was still dressed in his gear from before, weapons hanging off every pocket and holster attached to him.
His metal hand glinted in the warm lights that suddenly came on, slowly illuminating the room and she got a better look at him. he came to stand in front of her, standing in the middle of the room, chin held high as he examined her.
“Where am I?” she was more confident that she thought, her words coming out clear and her tone serious.
“Somewhere safe” the answer was almost mocking her, as if she was safe with him.
“Why am I here?” she hadn’t blinked yet, not wanting to lose her eyeline with the deadly soldier. She was not losing her guard with him, even though she was in lower position. In a fight against her and him, he would come out on top. He was much stronger than her and he wasn’t the one currently chained up.
“Because Hydra is rising. Your father has been causing all sorts of problems for us and Hydra needed a way in” he smirked, and Violet felt her heart beating quicker, the nerves settling in her stomach. She swallowed and took a deep breath.
“What does that have to do with me” she squeaked, and Bucky took a step forward. Violet inched backwards, pulling her knees up to shield herself from him. Bucky’s lips curled into a smile as he watched her shrink away. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing her crumble beneath him.
“Well, if your father wants you back alive and well then he’d be best to do as he’s told”.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked her voice starting to crack and she cleared her throat. The chain’s clinked as she moved her hands about.
“Well that depends on you. If your good then nothing, if your bad… well we’ll see” he shrugged.
Violet let out a shaky breath. She had no control. She was a hostage to Hydra, a prisoner, a captive and unless her father played by their rules, she was going to face the consequences. It scared her and she felt her lower lips start to quiver.
“Please, please don’t do this… I already told you everything I know, I don’t know anymore” she slid off the bed, standing up as she pleaded with her captor.
“I don’t need information from you, you already told me enough. Hydra knows the avengers are on your father’s side and once they are eliminated then no one else will be left but your father. Then Hydra will take control just like it was always meant to” Bucky stared down at her and Violet scoffed.
“So, you’d let them kill innocent people” she whispered, and Bucky tilted his head.
“Only the ones who are a threat”.
Silence took over between the two of them and suddenly a questioned popped into her head.
“How did you find me?”. She was talking about the car crash. How did he know she was hiding in the offices?
“Your phone has a tracker; I hacked it and found your location” he said simply, and she blinked in shock.
“What about Michael… and Bruno. Did you kill them?” she demanded. She feared the answer he was going to give. She prayed they made it out alive. But there seemed to be so many men shooting at them that it looked like they didn’t stand a chance.
Bucky stared at her for a moment, his lips curling into another smirk.
“I don’t know… I was too busy with you” he pointed out and she swallowed. She tightened her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white, and she gritted as she spoke.
“If you’ve hurt them…” he cut off her quickly, his voice booming slightly in the room.
“You’ll what, kill me. I think it’s pretty clear who’s in control here sweetheart” Violet felt a flash of anger inside her and she lifted her hand to slap him in the face, but he caught her wrist in no time. His metal fingers latched on like a handcuff and he pulled her arm back, sharp pain riddling her body and she yelped.
“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t if I were you, I would hate to have to punish you already” he spoke in her ear and let her go, throwing her backwards slightly until she fell on the bed.
“I’ll be back later with some lunch” he strolled over to the door and Violet jumped from the bed, running after him but was pulled back by the stupid chain again.
“Please, please don’t do this” she yelled but Bucky didn’t turn to her. He slammed the door behind him, locks clicking as Violet screamed, yanking on her restraints. The sound of her screams immediately stopped as the door had shut, and Bucky walked away from the door.
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