#bruno madrigal fluff x reader

[daisies-daydreams]

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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[angelltheninth]

Bruno wanting cuddles and smooches and stuff but being too shy to ask for them?

I love soft Bruno asks. He deserves all the love.

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, hand kisses, gentle kisses, napping, touch-starved Bruno Madrigal,

A/N: I love cuddles but sometimes I'm too shy to ask for them too.

You'd notice that something was up with him when you would briefly catch him looking at you before he would look away

He'd shyly take your hand in yours while you're walking through the street, with a small smile on his face

When you'd be alone however he would sudden get a whole lot more shy, always looking a little insecure when he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug

If you wrap your arms around him in a hug while hugging he'd freeze up for a moment before letting the warmth of the hug wash over him

You can sense that he wants to ask something but he just can't seem to get the words out

His eyes would widen when ever you'd kiss him

Sometimes he'd let his hand hover over your back for a moment before he lays it on your back and pulls you close, gulping hard as you melt into his touch

When he wants a kiss it would take a lot for him to get to your mouth

Usually he starts by kissing your hand, his eyes locked on yours as he watches for any signs of discomfort or rejection

Finding none he's kiss his way up your arm, then your cheek until his lips are inches away from yours

He'd look at your lips for a few seconds, waiting for you to nod before he presses a gentle kiss onto your lips

After he pulls away you smile brightly at him telling him that you're happy that he finally found a, pretty sweet and romantic way, to ask you for kisses

[suncakie]

—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

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[capypub]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[brunitofindshappinessfanfic]

SHORT TWO: LITTLE SURPRISE

Tooth rotting fluff, mention of infertility, pregnancy

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You two were comfortably intertwined in each other's arms and legs. His bed with a green quilt somewhat resembling his signature poncho.

As of late, the two of you had been scattered and scarcely had time to yourselves. So many people wanted readings, and you'd been stretched thin between trying to maintain a schedule of appointments and helping literally everyone else in la familia Madrigal that you missed some of the signs.

At 50 years old, you'd stopped menstruating. The great wheel of life had turned for you, and as Bruno's spouse, it had turned for him as well.

At least that's what you thought had happened. It was about four months since you thought you'd gone into menopause that Dolores pulled you to the side. She seemed so concerned. Your heart skipped several beats when she kneeled and put her ear to your belly, listening.

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears as she looked up and smiled, nodding.

It wasn't menopause that had stopped the bleeding.

Oh, no. Life decided to throw you a curve ball and blessed you with a baby.

That was a month ago already, marking 5 months. You wanted to surprise him, but everybody had been swamped and you never had the perfect time to tell him.

That is, till now.

You noticed Bruno was run down. He'd have to retire to bed early with nasty headaches. When he broke out with a nose bleed during a vision, you decided then and there he was going to have at least a few days off. You'd have to rearrange the schedule so he was giving fewer visions in a day. For them, it was 30 to 45 mins at most, for him entire days were filled with these appointments.

His body was crying out for a break. The townsfolk could be a pain in the ass to refuse, so you placed yourself between him and the rest of the Encanto. Sometimes even his own familia.

He'd slept so hard that night you told him he wasn't having any more visions for the rest of the week. He slept so soundly. He didn't move in his sleep. He could've been dead, and you made sure placing a handheld mirror to his mouth and nose to check, and indeed, he was breathing. He was just exhausted and finally getting the sleep he needed. Poor corazón.

A sweet blessed morning came and he woke according to his body's internal clock. He tried getting up but you insisted he stay in bed a little while longer. How could he resist you?

The intimacy, shared kisses, and roaming hands. Both your heads were on his pillow, noses nearly touching.

"Mi vida, you look like something is on your mind." He surprised you. You had been absent mindedly kneading on his shoulder with a free hand.

"Mhmm, that's because there is," you sighed in comfort. When you looked up, the intensity of his gaze shocked you. Nuzzling your face further so that your foreheads were touching, you closed your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself.

"Do you remember, a few months ago, I told you I couldn't have children anymore?" You opened your eyes and pushed your head back to watch his reaction.

He nodded, his face looking stern.

"I did stop bleeding, the monthy time..." he watched you with a stern expression you couldn't read. He hadn't been like most men. When you first told him he actually listened. He asked questions. His face was as stern and studious as it was now when you explained female anatomy and the end of the fertile years.

You broke down crying while explaining to him, and he held you. He cried with you. For the loss of the chance at children or because you felt so hurt by your own biology, you never knew.

"About three or four weeks ago, Dolores pulled me to the side..." You took another deep breath and continued, "she heard another heart beat inside me. Fainter, faster, but it's there. Querido..."

His gaze had softened. You didn't realize you'd started crying till he brought his hand up to wipe away the tears. He was waiting so patiently for you to say the words.

"Bruno, Bruno, I'm... I'm with child. We're having a baby," you managed to smile through the tears.

His pupils dilated, eyes wide. He looked like a deer in headlights.

If a deer could smile that brightly in headlights.

A child.

He had always been the reliable go-to babysitter in his familia. He'd come to terms with never having children of his own some time ago.

But now everything had changed. In the span of a few moments.

He held your face in both hands and brought his face up to kiss you passionately. He nuzzled your face with his own, communicating emotions words alone could never convey.

The both of you were crying and sobbing. He held you in his arms so tightly as if to never let go.

"Mi vida, you made me the happiest man alive when you said 'I do' on our wedding day. Every day since then, I've l-learned... new depths of happiness with you. Now this... querida, you've made me so happy," he looked a mess. A tired, sobbing, happy mess smiling through tears as he held your face again.

He nuzzled his face back up into yours again, both of you closing your eyes, feeling the tangible energy between the two of you.

Seconds, then minutes passed by in this manner.

"Dolores you said?" He looked up finally.

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"That means the entire family knows by now," he smiled, leaning his head back into the pillow, pulling you against him again. He began rubbing your back.

"Yeah, they're probably waiting outside the door," you chuckled.

Some more comfortable silence passed.

"I suppose we ought to go out there," he still held you to his chest.

"Querida," he gazed lovingly into your eyes before placing a chaste kiss to your lips and getting up out of bed.

Grudgingly, you raised yourself up out of bed. As soon as you were up and out of bed, Bruno was all over you, clinging to you nearly every second. Holding, helping, touching. Sneaking kisses here and there. Squeezing.

You didn't see him get dressed, he must be feeling a little better at least.

Getting dressed yourself, you inspected your appearance in the mirror. Even at five months, you hadn't gotten much bigger. You'd had chalked it up to water weight.

"Oh my god," your hand immediately falling to your belly.

"What? What is it?" Bruno's voice sounding panic.

You looked up and smiled at him.

"I just felt a kick," you beamed at him. He closed the distance again, wrapping an arm around you and placing his hand on your abdomen. Luckily, there were more kicks for him to feel.

His face landed in the crook of your neck. You felt the wet tears. All was right in your shared little world.

You felt a shiver pass as you suddenly felt cold. Bruno, becoming attuned to your body, yanked off his poncho and pulled it over your head. Even with the poncho drapping over your form, your belly poked out just a little bit. But it worked out perfectly. The two of you were nearly as giddy as teenagers.

"Are we ready to face them?" You looked him in the face.

"I think we are," he constantly had some part of him touching you, opening the door and guiding you down the stairs, hovering like a mother hen.

You two found Casita eerily empty. As a matter of fact, Casita itself hadn't made a peep.

"I wonder what's going on. Did we miss breakfast?"

"Not a chance," Bruno shook his head. Knowing his familia, they were up to something.

Casita finally clattered, pointing with cabinet doors and tiles to the front door.

"It seems Casita wants us to go outside," you remarked the obvious. Casita clattered happily.

Bruno still held onto you as the two of you opened the front doors together.

"FELICIDADES!!!"

It wasn't just the entire familia Madrigal, but the village as well. You caught Bruno before he fell backward.

"Dolores!" You tried to sound annoyed.

"I couldn't help it. As soon as I heard you tell tío, I thought I could spill the news," Dolores explained while the family flooded you and Bruno with hugs and congratulations going around.

"When is the baby due?" Abuela Alma asked.

"I think it's due in four months," you said to her, more cheers going around.

"It?" Dolores poked her head up, "Don't you mean 'they'?"

Everyone hushed and your head began to spin.

"What do you mean 'they'?"

"Tía, I heard three other heart beats other than your own," Dolores face was the perfect picture of alarm.

Shrill gasps and exclamations of excitement passed through the massive crowd.

"Y-y-you mean- you mean TRIPLETS?" Your voice was more shrill than you had meant for it to sound.

"Yes!" Dolores nodded furiously.

You reached out for Bruno and he held you steady by the shoulders.

The crowd had grown more rambunctious by the news.

"Are you okay, mi vida?" Bruno asked you from behind.

"Uh... uh huh, kind of," you were actually feeling pretty wobbly.

"Good, good. Because I'm not," Bruno fainted, falling into Louisa's waiting arms.

Your body finally caved, and the last thing you heard was, "She's going to faint!" And then nothing else. Thankfully, Louisa had caught you as well.

[viridianvisions]

Prompted by @neon-green-eyes ' First Kiss post, have an entirely indulgent description of how I'm convinced Bruno would be.

My headcannon is that he can be surprisingly romantic and bold when acting as some other character or form of himself - but the moment his true self is exposed, he can't seem to fathom the idea of being liked for who he really is. Reader is determined to convince him otherwise. 😳

(For context, the characters Bruno and reader play as are inspired by the Spanish version of "The Little Prince", an originally French novel that I have never read but probably should.)

Enjoy! 😉

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I am stirred awake by the sound of a textured and familiar voice caressing my earlobe, a soft and peremptory pressure against my cheek interrupting what wayward worries were crowding my mind but a moment ago.

"Dèjame besarte, amorcito," he whispers in fruity tones against my ear, and a cascade of tremulous impulses dances along my spine from where his lips hover tentatively over my skin.

Let me kiss you.

"Príncipe..." I breathe, falling into his embrace as he pulls me against his quietly heaving chest. We stay here for a long while, the ebb and flow of our lungs expanding in sync, warm puffs of his sweet breath fanning across my nape as his arms gently tighten around my waist, securing me closer than I dare thought possible. If only I could bottle this feeling and sip on it forever, drinking in his still warmth and earthy scent that engulfs my senses in naive and heady bliss... Like petrichor after a storm, though the tumultuous thundering of my heart has yet to cease. And at this rate, as Bruno sways us gently to and fro, his chin resting in the curve of my neck, I suspect it never will.

After an interminable moment he tossles the still night air with a sigh and pulls back, his long fingers curling against the side of my face and tracing the underside of my jaw.

"Mi perfecto rosa," he croons, his languid gaze boring into me as endlessly deep pools of midnight green. "The stars are in your eyes, cariño."

My heartbeat hiccups, stumbling in blind euphoria as it trips over itself. I know that he doesn't realise just how little acting is required on my part to appear enamoured (the only real effort being that of trying not to collapse from the impossibility of it all), but he is steadily tearing away the tissue-thin layers of defensive distance I had put between myself and the mere idea of him in this way. His own performance has been beyond unexpected, bold, even daring to venture into sultriness - and, for but a measure in time, painfully convincing.

The scene is not yet over, and I resolve to play into my role with what little resourcefulness I have left. If I have but this single, fleeting chance to reveal my true feelings to the fictitious Madrigal Prince before me, never to be spoken of again, then I have already committed to plunging headfirst with baited breath.

"I'm beginning to think you've done this before," I tease, prodding the prolonged silence, and he chuckles. "I might start calling you Romeo instead."

"Maybe I have, Señorita Rosa," He says with a viscous wink that sends my pulse fluttering like a dandelion on the breeze. "Once, in my dreams."

An almost wistful smile darts across his lips, his gaze drifting into the distance behind me as if in recollection of something special. Then it is gone and the theatrical Prince has returned again.

"But Romeo just won't do, mi flor. I'm afraid it's been taken already, by someone a lot more effective with his words."

I feign distress and throw my head back, one hand draped over my forehead.

"Oh, how ever am I to choose a suitable name for mi Principito?" It is all I can do to suppress a giggle. "Let me see... Crespo?"

His playful disapproval is just as dramatic. "Do you see me only for my luscious locks, oh Señorita Rosa?"

"Hmm you're right, Senor Guapo."

"Guapo, ey? Am I not more than just my dashing good looks?"

I am drifting closer to him again, in stop-frame motion, as if being reeled in on a string.

"Of course- y-you are so much more," I say, the bass drum that is pounding against my sternum surely audible above the din of my irrational thoughts. "T-to me, you've always been..."

I can see his breath hitch, as if he finally realises that this is no longer an act. That it's never been an act for me, not from the moment I first came to know him. But just as quickly as it broke, the careful masquerade of his braver persona seals over the cracks once more.

"Ah, I see," he says with a mock-bow and a twirling of his wrist. "On account of my princely chivalry, you may call me-"

"Bruno."

My voice can be threaded through the eye of a needle, small and thin as I call his only true name. The real Prince Madrigal, who stole my heart and never returned it. "I would call you Bruno. My- my Prince."

There is a wildfire flaring up across my face, hot and untamable, and I know that there is no hiding this any longer. His ever-so-slightly confused smile shifts as he ponders my expression, his entire countenance computing the fact that I have wrenched away the curtain covers once and for all, revealing every sincere longing that I have had since the very beginning.

His eyes are drawing incrementally nearer again, those dream-laden wells that always seem to be reading me over and over, inside-out and back-to-front like a reel of worn typing paper. I need to be immersed in them, now more than ever before - unwavering portals to his soul speaking the words that have yet to be uttered aloud, or desires that long to be reflected in the vulnerable words of unhindered confession.

"Y-you'll always be my diente de leon," he finally says, a sudden and intense flush prickling along his cheekbones like a sprig of grass catching alight as he swallows nervously.

There he is.

The very first time he had nicknamed me, we were sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, sprawling out the script of the weekly stage show that we'd come to look forward to putting on for the kids of the Encanto. We had been growing in popularity amongst the little ones, and took it upon ourselves to come up with a grand new plot each week. Eventually "El Principito and Señorita Rosa" became something of a "fan favourite" pair. The Madrigals would routinely join in on the crowd too; in hindsight, it was difficult to miss the amused glances of the more astute and perceptive family members - usually Julieta, and often Dolores, who would give me a cosy smile and a little shrug of her shoulders as she scurried past.

I recall that day well, as we sat reciting our lines, just he and I in the inviting warmth of the lazy midday sun - I kept repeating the wrong words, and with that he had dubbed me the "forgetful dandelion".

"Y' know, like 'poof!' Gone on the wind." He had chortled a little too hard, and I had promptly whacked him over the head with my wad of papers, an encroaching fondness blooming in my chest that I dismissed as friendly admiration at the time.

It still confounds me how this fumbling, foot-shifting, stammering man before me can possibly be the same one that was, mere minutes ago, reciting sweet nothings as easily as if he were conversing about the weather, and holding me as if to never relinquish me to the cold space of reality surrounding us. But this is the Bruno I slipped and fell for, rolling down the mountainside with no intention of landing - and everyone but him seems to know it.

"I promised to stick around for a b-" he says, his voice catching as he realises how little space currently exists between us. He clears his throat. "For a bit. Well, more than a bit if- if you wanted me to, a-and it's been great - seriously, a-amazing - getting to be your friend..."

"Is this what friends do, Bruno?" I whisper, my face now dangerously close to his and he gulps, blinking furiously. And then he is leaning in closer, and closer still, until the last thing I see is the diamond facets of his emerald irises, absolutely incandescent in the light of the moon.

"K-kiss me Bruno..." I push out between erratic breaths, and he pauses for a microsecond - perhaps to give himself internal permission - before his eyelashes flutter shut and his mouth swoops in to cradle mine between the feathery pillow of his lips.

My hands find their way beneath the textile landscape of his ruana without conscious instruction; gliding along the cords in his arms, up and over his collarbones, palms splaying out across his shoulder blades as if they've always known how to traverse this foreign topography. His own run slowly down my sides and across the small of my back, his hum reverberating through the auditorium of my chest as his lips stroke mine carefully, almost unsure, but with an unbearable tenderness. I tilt against the pressure of his mouth with a small gasp, fingers sliding up the back of his neck and raking through mussed silvery curls, tugging gently.

We finally break apart for air, flushed and brightly burning with delight as we take in the sight of each other without the theatre masks - raw and giddy and uncertain and beautiful, oh so beautiful in its imperfection.

"Bruno..."

He laughs softly and rests his forehead against mine, the tip of his nose brushing my own and the corkscrew strands of his flyaway hair tickling my cheekbones as they fall across his furrowed brow.

"Wh-what's so funny?" I ask with a small smile, still in the space between absolute disbelief and dazed pleasure.

"Nothing, I - it's just that - you keep using my name. My - my real name." His fingers are tangling slowly with mine, palms fitting together as if magnetised.

"Hmm... Yes, Bruno..."

I cling to his shirt collar with my free hand and dab my lips to his, over and over, unable to keep away for more than a few seconds at a time.

"Say it again," he murmurs against my mouth, and my heart arrests.

"Bruno."

"Again..."

I can barely breathe now, the air rasping though my throat as an almost imperceptible squeak. This is all too much for me to handle.

"Bru-"

And before I can finish, I am halted by the overwhelming sensation of rising static prickling across the surface of my skin, like a bolt of electric ecstacy, as his supple, parted lips press into my neck like a branding iron. He follows a tediously long course down the curve of my forearm, across my clavicle and along the side of my jaw, lingering at each point for what seems like a burning eternity until I can take it no longer.

My hands are riding up into his hair again and he groans softly, our lips plastered together in fervour. He might just be a Romeo afterall.

How long we remain like this, I do not know. But what I do know is that this telenovela is getting an entirely different ending to what we both expected. The Prince and the Pauperess, walking hand-in-hand into the fading sunset as the stage curtain drops behind us, a new door opening with a wave of its hinges as we step with shy excitement into the new and unknown.

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[sleeplessdreamer14]

imagine Bruno seeing you in his future

[insertmesoftly]

Villain! Bruno x Sick Y/N (Fluff)

You were moping over missing a town dance because you caught a cold. Bruno comes to visit with medicine, and despite your warnings, goes inside your home without a fight to take care of you. As the town is out there having fun with loud music and laughter, Bruno can relax while making soup in your home knowing no one will knock and disrupt your time alone. From the corner of his vision tho, he can still see your sulking figure, and he asks if your fever got worse.

"No, it's not-"

Too late, he's checking. One hand on your forehead... you seem to be ok... The hand goes down to cup your cheek. "What’s wrong, cosita?' Youe lean into his hand, pouting.

'It's silly but... I just really wanted to dance tonight.'

Your eyes were closed. You know Bruno will probably laugh at you, he's not one to care about social activities, and he's made fun of you for less. But to your surprise, there is no mocking. Only him taking his hand away to.... take off his poncho.

What?

A new song starts playing, Bruno sighs. 'I'm going to be rusty. But...' He grabs your arms and lifts you up from where you sat. You stumbles into his arms.

'Let's dance.'

He was rusty, but your movements were sluggish to match. You’re pretty sure if people saw you, you’d both be made a laughingstock, but here, in your kitchen, there is only laughter and teasing and… love.

The dance ends in a slow dip with one hand on your thigh the other on your back and your faces so so close, foreheads pressed together. Eyes soft. Breath held in as you take in eachother’s features and music fades. He breathes out and slowly let's you go.

'Well that's all you're getting. I'm old now-' You pull him back.

'Oh no no. Not old enough to forget my KISS.' And you proceed to make out.

[kelsoluv]

It is here! This is the second Bruno x reader story I’ve written, and I’m very excited to share it with you all!

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Pronouns used: she/her.

CW: none, just feels.

I got heavy inspiration from other Bruno x reader stories here, so if it sounds familiar, that’s why. I wrote this at 7 pm and finished at 1 am 😭 I revised it and checked for any mistakes. If you see a mistake, please don’t comment on it 🥲 just enjoy the story!

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Bruno’s vision of you.

You and Bruno were getting close. You both had a lot in common. You would visit each other every day, but today was special.

You awoke to a knock on your door. “Who is it?” You ask as you sit up in your bed.

“Hola, (y/n)!” It was Mirabel. “May I come in?” She asked through the door.

“Of course”, you reply. You get out of bed and stretch.

Mirabel opened the door and walked over to you. “Did you sleep alright?” Mirabel asks.

“Like a baby”, you reply. “What time is it?” You go to look at your clock.

“it is 9:30.” Mirabel tells you.

“What?! 9:30?” You race to your closet and grab some clothes. You throw them around as you search for just the right outfit. “I can’t believe I slept so late”, you rush to get an outfit together.

Mirabel puts a hand on your shoulder, “slow down”, she says.

“I can’t! I have to go”, You shout as you race around the room frantically. You quickly brush your hair, and put it in a bun. “I’m supposed to meet Bruno in his tower! Bruno is going to give me a vision for the first time. ”

Mirabel stops you, “calm down. Bruno would wait patiently for you any time.” Mirabel pulls out a beautiful, bright green dress from behind her back. “I think this dress is perfect!” She hands you the dress.

“Thank you so much, it is beautiful. It’ll be perfect!” You hug Mirabel.

Mirabel steps toward the door. “I’ll let you get dressed, take your time.” Mirabel leaves and shuts the door.

“I need to go now”, you say as you put the dress on. “And a little bit of make up”, you put on make up and gaze at yourself in the mirror. “It’s missing something.” Some shiny emerald earrings catch your eye, so you put them on too. “Perfect.” You throw on some shoes and head to Bruno’s door.

“I hope he doesn’t think I skipped out on him. I hope he isn’t upset with me.” You approach Bruno’s door. You take a deep breath, and walk inside.

Since La casa Madrigal was rebuilt, Bruno’s room had rebuilt as well. Not as many stairs to climb.

As you head up the stairs, getting closer to his vision cave, you hear Bruno talking. He’s rambling to himself. “What if (y/n) never shows up? She didn’t want to come see you for a vision. I pushed too hard.” Bruno was anxious.

You step inside. “Brunito?” You say softly. Seeing him makes your heart flutter.

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Bruno runs to you. “Wow…” He paused, looking you up and down. “You- you look beautiful.” Bruno smiles at you.

You blush. “Thank you, amor.” You look up at Bruno. His gorgeous green eyes staring straight into yours.

“I-I got nervous… I was worried you wouldn’t show up.” Bruno looks down and crosses one arm over his body to hold the other arm.

You grab his face gently, and kiss him on the nose. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I love being with you.” You blush.

Bruno smiles and melts at the sound of your voice. “Uh, should we get started?” He gestures to the vision circle.

“Absolutely.” You grab his hand and lead him to his spot on the floor.

Bruno takes your hands, and helps you sit down first. He sits across from you. He lights the fire in the middle, and takes his time lighting each corner of sage around the fire. He then tosses some salt and sugar over his shoulder. Bruno takes your hands in his.

You hold Bruno’s hands. Bruno was used to people holding his hands for visions, but this time it felt different.

Bruno takes and deep breath and looks at you. “Ready?” He asks.

“Ready.” You nod your head at him.

Bruno closes his eyes. The sand begins swirling around the two of you, and Bruno opens his eyes. The bright, green glow was stunning to see in person. You felt safe.

Images start to appear. Quick flashes of different scenarios appear all around you. “What do you see?” You ask.

“I-I see you. Someone’s with you. You’re holding hands. He kisses your hand.” Bruno searches the sand for more. “There’s a wedding, you’re getting married!” Bruno squinted his eyes, as he tries to see who is accompanying you.

“What else?” You ask excitedly.

“I see… I see”, Bruno pauses. “You’re expecting a baby, you’re pregnant.” Bruno can’t tell who’s with you. The figure puts his hand on your belly.

“A baby?!” You shout. “Who is it?” You push.

“I can’t see, It’s, It’s.” The wind and sand start to settle down. “I need to know”, he says to himself.

A green emerald vision appears in Bruno’s hands. He is stunned for a moment, then looks at the vision he’d just created. He studies the image. “I can’t believe it.” He smiles.

“What?! Let me see!” You reach for the vision.

Bruno hands you the vision, and puts his hands behind his back.

You stare at the vision. You gasp, and a wide smile grows on your face. You continue staring at the vision in your hands. A married, pregnant you, with someone holding your belly and kissing you. It was him. Bruno Madrigal was in your vision.

“Oh, Brunito, mi amor!” You jump into his arms, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” Bruno holds you in his arms. “Mi amor,” Bruno looks into your eyes. “I knew from the moment I met you, I wanted you in my life. You’re amazing, and so kind.” He holds you tight.

“Bruno, I feel the same.” You can’t look away as his eyes hypnotize you.

Bruno stands up. He gets on one knee and pulls out a small box. “This is the happiest vision I’ve ever done.” He opens the box to reveal a bright, green emerald ring. “I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you by my side.”

“Oh, Bruno, amor.” He knew. You both knew it would end up this way. You wipe tears from your eyes and you both stand up. He embraces you, and you both melt into each other.

Bruno motions to you. “May I?”

You lean over and kiss him, not even acknowledging the ring he’d just pulled out. He had made it himself out of a vision slab.

“I’d be so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cover his face with small kisses.

“I- Is that a yes?” He asks shyly.

“That’s a strong YES!” You shout, making your voice echoing through the cave.

Bruno places the ring on your finger. “It’s a perfect fit.” He smiles. “We should go tell mi familia.” Bruno holds your hand and you both walk toward the door of his room.

As you open the door, you hear a loud, “FELICIDADES!” The whole Madrigal family was waiting outside the door.

“Gracias”, you say to everyone. You race out to show them the ring.

“Julieta steps forward. “Welcome to the family.” She smiles at you, and hugs you.

Bruno stands by Agustin and Felix. “I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so happy.”

“Women have that power.” Felix laughs. “We’re proud of you Bruno!” Felix wraps an arm around Bruno.

Everyone talks to each other and congratulates you both. A perfect end to a perfect day.

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Thank you for reading!

[daisies-daydreams]

Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Request: Sneak Peak

Hi everyone! Thank you all so much for being patient and supportive while I work on requests. I thought I'd share a sneak peak for a Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader request I'm currently working on for @duckiimo. I can't wait to publish it soon! -Daisy

WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

"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 some fruit. You flipped yourself over and gently rubbed Bruno's chest 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 sighed.

"We were both so nervous," you blushed as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's breath hitched as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so, so well...made me the happiest girl in the whole Encanto that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his green 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 as you smirked.

"Would you like to relive that moment now?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his.

[angelltheninth]

Comforting an Anxious Bruno Madrigal

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, comfort kisses, comforting touches, anxiety

A/N: I definitely think it'd take Bruno some time to get used to being around a lot of people again.

Bruno is very used to being alone with his thoughts so it takes him a while to adjust to being in large crowds of people

In addition he also doesn't feel comfortable being in big open spaces for a very long amount of time

When ever the two of you go for a date in the town, or just a walk together, he's always a little tense at first, adjusting to all the unmuffled noise around him

At first he was a little jumpy around the town folk and understandably so, they always thought he brought bad luck

It was weird for the people to see him walking around again, it was a very tense and awkward atmosphere at first

You always held his hand, your thumb caressing the back of his hand in soothing circles, offering him comforting smiles whenever he glances your way

Over time it became easier for him to interact with the people in town and he started to visit you late at night rather than you always going over to his room

Of course his mice accompany him, sometimes arriving before him, bringing you flowers

But he still doesn't like spending a lot of time outside, with lost of eyes on him

When he feels overwhelmed he pulls his hood up over his head in an attempt to hide his face, his hands having a tight grip on his poncho

If he does that then you will loop your arm around his, lead him either to your house or his room, which ever is closer, pull his hood back and slowly kiss his face and lips, leaning his head on your chest and just telling him to breathe along with you

When he calms down a bit you'll go and eat some of Julieta's cooking, not for any healing but because Bruno loves the food so much, it brings back warm memories to him

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Encanto Masterlist

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[capypub]

prompt 14 pretty please ? :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nellycanwrite]

Everyone in Chapter 53 do be freaking out because of these lines…

But yeah, to be honest, fair. It’s not like I’m foreshadowing something or anything— //SLAPPED

[aboutthatbruno]

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[cutielights]

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

please, and thank you

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

What a lovely request anon!

Tw: None

Rise! Boys x Rat owner S/O

Leo

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

Enamoured by them, likes seeing them nest in your hair

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

Gives them tiny skateboards

Pushes them around on said tiny skateboards

Takes the rats with no warning

Puts them on his head

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

An attempt

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

Raph

Your rats don’t like him at first

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

Rat peed on him once

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

And- hey! You never know but probably not

With some treats they eventually come around

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

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

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

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

Donnie

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

Took a while for him to get used to them

But the rats?

They love him

Maybe it’s the smell

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

He does like that they’re warm however, jealous

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

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

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

Mikey

Loves the little babies from the get go

Makes them food, likes feeding them things

Asks to give any potential babies names

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

Watches them take naps in your pockets

LOVES it when they scurry up his arms

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

Watches their shenanigans

Films them too, just as a keepsake

Dies of cuteness when spotting them sleeping

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