#thebiggestnope drabbles

[thebiggestnope]

Prompt 129, very needy Bruno, please?

Alright, I finally finished the last of this batch of smut prompts. I saved the best for last. I was most excited about doing this one because you, my dear @o3ak, can truly appreciate my kinkiest depravity. So here it is, with a bullet, 129: "I can't hold back." NSFW. Minors DNI 18+. For real.

Bruno couldn’t see anything with entire face wrapped in bondage tape, and all he knew was that his body felt like it was made of pure electricity.

He squirmed in the sleep sack as waves of pleasure shot up his spine, unable to move as Adriana’s hand stroked his sensitive cock. It was the only part of him that was exposed; the rest of him was completely restrained and covered, with two exceptions – Adriana had left his nose free, so Bruno could breathe, and his ears unblocked, so he could hear her tell him, over and over, that he wasn’t allowed to come.

She’d already brought him to the edge so many times, Bruno had lost count. But Bruno wasn’t sure he could even count the fingers on his hand at this point; he felt his mind slipping away as she palmed him, tugging on his foreskin, the touch soft and gentle and yet searingly intense on his aching skin. Bruno’s cries were anguished against the tape over his mouth as he felt himself teetering on the verge of an incendiary orgasm, only to have Adriana slow her pace to a halt and take her hand away, once again denying him the friction he needed for release.

Bruno shuddered and breathed frantically, his exhales loud and urgent against the tape around his face. His hips tried to buck upward, his primal instincts urging his body to thrust and seek out any kind of contact, but he couldn’t move; he could only make pathetic twitches inside of the sack. 

“Shhhhh.” Adriana laid a calm, comforting hand on his stomach. “Not yet. You’re being such a good boy. Just a little while longer.”

Bruno whined; his need to come was the only thing left in his head. He was reduced to nothing but his body’s incessant demand, and he was powerless to do anything but wait until Adriana was ready to relieve him.

Adriana’s fingers were feather light when she resumed stroking, and Bruno groaned, the sound desperate and ragged despite the tape blocking his mouth. His control was so precarious that the lightest touch could send him crashing down; even now, the careful graze of Adriana’s fingers was sending him barreling toward release.

“I can’t hold back,” Bruno hollered, his words muffled against the tape. “I can’t hold back! I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m going to – “ 

Adriana calmly took her hand away and Bruno sobbed, his tormented body tingling as every nerve ending screamed.

“Shhh, shhhh,” she hushed him again. She caressed his hips as he wept. “You’re doing so well. You’re going to come so hard for me.”

Hearing Adriana say the words “You’re going to come” made Bruno moan through his tears. He was trembling inside of the sleep sack when she touched him again, the soft brush of her hand rocking him to his core. Again his body tried to move with her gentle rhythm, and again he could only squirm. He was starting to feel like he was floating out of himself, hovering above the bed as he broke apart into pieces. Somewhere, someone was wailing so loud, they were sure to disturb the neighbors.

Bruno realized the sound was coming from him as his orgasm – finally allowed to him after what felt like hours – slammed him back into his body, the explosion sending hot static lashing up and down his limbs. He could feel the force of his release hitting him in the shoulder even through the sleep sack, and beneath the sound of his own keening he heard Adriana gasp an impressed, “Dios mio,” as a second and then a third rope of cum launched across his sternum. He whimpered as anything left inside him sputtered onto his hips.

“Good boy,” Adriana soothed him as he shook. “Such a good, good boy.” He felt her palms press lightly on his chest, grounding him and the battering of his heart, and Bruno couldn’t be sure if he was laughing or crying or mewling with shock; all he knew was that his deliverance was so thorough, so complete, he felt cleansed. 

[rinnysega]

Wishing @thebiggestnope the happiest of birthdays from Ilona and me!!! 🎂

You’re one of the first Encanto friends I met in person, and getting to know you as both a person and a writer has been a very enriching experience! Thank you for all our deep conversations, how we learn new things together in writing and roleplays, and thank you for all you do for me and our little community! And thank you for the blessed angsty, smutty and romantic content between our OCs 💕

Here’s a birthday one-shot for you from me 🥰 Happy Birthday my friend!!!! 🥳

🎂🎂🎂

Pepa was sad about something that morning - borderline hysterical considering the weather conditions.

The rain was coming in sideways. Misty, translucent sheets poured seemingly out of nowhere as Ozzy held the bag of groceries underneath his ruana. He, like the others caught off guard in the marketplace that morning, ran for shelter wherever they could to escape it. Under awnings, struggling with umbrellas, dipping into homes closeby, or packing inside the public buildings of the square like cattle.

But Ozzy didn’t have time to waste in waiting for the rain to stop, and he had no interest squeezing shoulder to shoulder with his neighbors for the next few hours. He had to get back home where Gustavo was waiting.

As he ran through the puddles, coming in and out of alleys, trying not to trip or slip on the cobblestones, his mind was racing and at war with itself with dueling thoughts. Those of needing to get home soon, to be warm and comfortable to wait out the storm, and those of the last time he ran like this through the rain…

He and Nairo had a fight that day. The details of it he long since buried in the recesses of his memory, piled under the traumas suffered in the violence and destruction of his home when he was forced to flee his old village. But here in the encanto, as he raced through the flooding streets, he couldn’t help but remember those emotions he felt that particular day. That day with Nairo. The sadness and the anger he felt at himself for being sad. The dull pain once dormant now numbing him up as that voice of his past came into clarity.

“You’re being a lot right now.”

He remembered the tone. That low whisper into his ear with a tight grip on his wrist.

The rain was coming down outside when he and Nairo were stuck in the train station. The train was delayed...oh yes, it was coming back to him now. The anxiety of missing their train when they arrived late. The anxiety that they found out it was delayed with the weather, and the station filling up with people - both passengers and locals trying to escape the downpour. The man who kept eyeing Ozzy’s suitcase as if wanting to steal it. The overcrowded ticket booth and screaming children that made him want to scream too.

Please watch my bag, he had tried to ask Nairo. He just wanted to get away for a moment - to go to the bathroom or maybe outside with the smokers beneath an awning, anything! But Nairo only ignored him as he continued to be in his own world reading the newspaper.

Please, mi amor, I need to breathe, he tried to tell him. Not outright though, no, in small physical movements. Shifting uncomfortably on the bench as if needing to use the restroom to catch his eye. Coughing into his hand as if he needed to be excused. Slight nudges on his lover’s arm - anything! Hello! But Nairo only ignored him until finally his beating heart couldn’t take it. He tried to whisper needing to leave, but Nairo only side-eyed him, stressed himself and not wanting to add to his own stressors with Ozzy’s problems.

It turned into a fight beneath their breaths, exchanges of words and stutters on Ozzy’s end, ending in that one tight grip and those six little words that sent Ozzy over the edge.

He didn’t run anywhere in the rain except in a circle. Two laps around the building and then right back into the station lobby as the train arrived and Nairo looked at his soaking wet companion as if embarrassed instead of worried.

The whole six hour ride, the silence between them felt as cold as Ozzy’s feet, out of their shoes to dry...

Encanto seemed far beyond such a place of loneliness, even as he ran down the familiar street toward that white house with the red door. The home of the ugliest rose garden in all of encanto. The home of Gustavo Pinheiro. His home now as their dating days began to stretch well into a year and Ozzy’s belongings began to blend in with Gustavo’s like the paints of his palette.

When he arrived at that special place, Roto the cat was curled up inside the window sill and watching him as he came in. Ozzy set the groceries on the counter and removed his wet clothing and shoes by the door. By the time he could catch his breath, he realized what a weight was inside his throat from the memories that followed him home, and without warning, he sobbed.

“Oz?”

From out of the warmth of the reading room where a fresh fire had been started, came the click of a cane on the tile and rugs of the home as Gustavo came to greet him.

“Ozzy, are you okay?” Gustavo approached him and balanced against the counter to help him remove his wet clothing.

“Yeah, I...I think I might have twisted my ankle a little on a stone when I was running.”

“Oh no.” Gustavo placed a dry towel around his head and neck and pressed in gently to soak up the droplets of his skin. He held that position for a moment before wiping away his tears with his thumb. With a smile of reassurance, he gave him a kiss upon his lip that it would all be well now. No need to worry.

“Come with me. I just started a fire you can warm up by.”

“Thank you, amor…”

Ozzy followed his lead, taking careful steps behind him as Gustavo took his seat on his rocking chair - plush for his comfort with a leg rest gifted to him by one of Gustavo’s many neighborhood sobrinos.

Ozzy meanwhile passed over his own chair, one gifted to him by Teo on his first birthday in the encanto, and opted to lie on the floor by the fireplace instead.

“You look like Roto from down here,” Gustavo said in an attempt to cheer him up.

“That’s fine by me…”

Gustavo’s face faltered a little...He must be so hurt with that ankle…

But with his bad leg, Gustavo was unable to join him on the floor like that, so for now, he could only keep him company in the silence between them as he prayed for him and continued his work. The elder man picked up the knitting project he was working on and began to knit again. His chair creaked as it rocked, and Ozzy curled into himself, staring at the fire.

The creaking of that rocking chair subsided as Ozzy drifted in and out of thought. A curse of his mind, he seemed to fixate on painful experiences whenever they reared their ugly heads by the most innocent of things. How something as life-giving as rain could trigger such a memory that left him feeling so lifeless. Like the body he tried so hard to maintain for that man’s pleasure was nothing but a showpiece not to use but to look at whenever the mood struck…

But like the rain that swelled the rivers, he had to go with the flow until the storm passed. Breathe in and breathe out. Feel and then release. Like the ebb and flow of that rocking chair now muted as he meditated on the floor. Nairo existed only in his heart as a dull reminder that he wasn’t worth outside what he tried so hard to be for him on the inside...what a joke that’s where he existed now. In the same space he’d taken for granted those many years ago...

But as those ebbs and flows came with that river of emotion, lightning struck outside with a roll of thunder, and by an act of God, Ozzy was lifted from that water by the soft creaking of the rocking chair again.

Gustavo was still there. He was still behind him.Out of sight and mind in the moment, but ever-present as the fire cracked the log and sent a spark into the smoke.

“I’m sorry,” Ozzy said after a while of silence. “I’m sorry if I’m being too much right now.”

“You’re not being anything less or anything more but being my Oswaldo,” Gustavo told him. He looked up from his project and down at the man on the floor with a saddened look of empathy. He’d been in that position many times before, and while the faces and details may be different between them, those emotions were the same. He could feel them through the air as familiar as Pepa’s rain that used to wash over him too when he sat outside to feel something in his own mourning, those many years ago...

“Don’t apologize for any of it,” he said to him. “Okay?”

Ozzy rolled over and looked at him, and he took a moment to register the way he smiled at him as soon as he saw his face...

Gustavo. So loving of a man, and one so understanding of his needs…

“Thank you,” Ozzy said to him.

Gustavo kissed the tip of his finger and tapped it to the side of his own nose - a small display he did to Ozzy to show his affection whenever they were physically apart.

That small notion warmed him up more than the fire, and Ozzy didn’t last long before he pulled himself up from his past and cozied up in his chair beside his. Wrapped in a blanket, he leaned forward, and Gustavo kissed the side of his head as he continued to knit.

Ozzy soon fell asleep over the crackling fire and small clinks of his knitting needles.

A sweet sound to lull him as he let himself flow down a river that calmed into a tranquil place of being. A tranquil place of the present where he was loved, and he knew he would be safe from the storm.

[thebiggestnope]

78 and 133 pleaaassee??! I need another fix of Bruno smut 😍

Hey Anon! Sorry it took me so long to do this, but here you go. 78 - you’re so fucking hot when you’re made

133 - i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked NSFW - 18+ only. Minors scram

Bruno did a spin for Adriana, his posture more erect  than usual as he showed off his new tight, dark green briefs. “I think I look pretty good,” he said. He struck a pose and looked to Adriana for confirmation.

Adriana let out a low whistle. “Bruno, you’re so fucking hot when you’re made up like that.”

“Thank you.” He beamed and gave her a theatrical little bow. His cross necklace nestled back into his sparse chest hair as he straightened up again, and he smiled sheepishly. “It’s almost too bad I can’t show them off anywhere.”

Adriana beckoned him closer to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and looked up at him as she ran her hands over his torso. “You know, if you want me to show you off like this, we can arrange that.”

Bruno gave her a nervous laugh. “What, you’re going to take me out shopping at the market in my calzoncillos?”

“Maybe.” Adriana teased a finger under the waistband of his briefs. “But I’d want to put a collar and leash on you first. Make you crawl behind me for everyone to see how sexy you are, and for them to know you’re mine.”

Bruno’s growing erection was making his briefs look obscene. “I feel like the woman who runs the market won’t like that very much.”

“She might like it quite a lot. She strikes me as a dirty old dama.” She skimmed her lips over Bruno’s hip. “I could tell you what to do, in front of everyone.”

Bruno swallowed. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”

Adriana ghosted her mouth over the outline of Bruno’s cock, and he gasped. The briefs left nothing to the imagination. “Tsk tsk, Bruno. If you wouldn’t do as you’re told, I’d have to punish you right there, in public.”

Bruno whimpered, and his cock twitched against her lips through the cotton fabric.

“Perhaps I should give this little slut a taste of what I’d do to him if he disobeyed me like that.”

Bruno stifled a noise in the back of his throat. “Maybe you should. Please teach me how to behave, señora.”

Adriana grinned, hooked her fingers into Bruno’s waistband, and pulled his new briefs down to the floor. 

[rinnysega]

Memory - A Gus x Ozzy Drabble

Ozzy wasn’t dreaming as far as he knew. Everything had been dark as he listened to the ocean, but the waves sounded off - strange - odd. It wasn’t the water rolling over the sand but short gasps of sobs of someone trying to hold them in and breathe.

His eyes opened at an equal darkness of their room, and he rolled over to see the outline of Gustavo in the thin sliver of moonlight coming in from the window. He was turned toward him, hand on his while he rubbed him with his thumb.

“…What’s wrong, Amor?” He asked. He reached up to comb his fingers through Gustavo’s hair. “A nightmare…?”

“….Yeah…” Gustavo whispered in the dark. “I…it felt so real-where-where I was you and I was looking at myself. I lost my memories and I didn’t know who I was - who you were.”

Ozzy shushed him gently as he put his forehead against his and kissed his hand.

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” he told him. “It was just a bad dream, and I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep again.”

@thebiggestnope

[rinnysega]

December, 1979 - A Gustavo Drabble (Novel AU)

A small drabble for @thebiggestnope for the holidays. Writing the book has taken up all my time, but it's nice to do these small drabbles once in a while. Here's a little short that takes place in the world of the novel in those beginning stages of the romance between Gustavo and Ozzy~

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Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight We're happy tonight Walking in a winter wonderland

Perry Como’s melody followed Gustavo around the department store as he looked through several racks of wool sweaters, scarves, and tweed blazers. Maybe it was the lighting clashing with the fabrics or the new pair of glasses he'd just picked up at Pearle Vision, but something didn’t feel right, and none of these were striking him to be a gift he’d want to give to Ozzy. 

Gustavo was a man who wouldn’t mind wearing the whole of the Sears catalog, but Ozzy’s fashion sense was just out of the boundary of where his wallet could reach, and nothing here seemed to compete by comparison either.

Maybe getting Ozzy a dog for Christmas back in 1976 was starting off their relationship a little too strong. The previous two years of a vase he made in an art class and a Stetson from their trip to New Mexico weren't quite living up to par.

“Gustavo?” a voice sounded from the walkway. “Hey, I thought that was you.” 

A short head tilt would reveal Augie Jones coming through the narrow pathway off the linoleum - several bags in hand on his way from the inner workings of the mall back out to the parking lot. 

“Christmas shopping too?” Gustavo asked. 

“Yeah,  I’ve got some nephews back in Utah really into those little Matchbox cars. What about you?”

“Trying to find something for Ozzy, but that man’s hard to shop for.” Gustavo stepped over to a tie display. “God, these are ugly.” 

“I got Frank tickets to see The Music Man at the Pantages. I can call my friend at the box office and see if he can get two extra seats with us.”

“What date?”

“January 4th.” 

“Sorry, Ozzy’s got a business trip in New York. He’s flying out on the first. Thanks for the offer though.” 

“Well, if it helps, Frank told me that Virgil told him that Michael told Rupert that Ozzy told him he’s been craving a specific brand of wine from Italy that he hasn’t been able to find since the art gala back in August.”

“Augie, look at me.” Gustavo gestured to himself in his thrift store attire with peeling sneakers. “I know wine comes in red or white, and even if that wasn’t the extent of my knowledge, I only have ten dollars to my name until after Christmas. These damn things weren’t cheap." He adjusted the eye glasses on the bridge of his noses.  

Better than to correct him on the varieties of wine, or to tell him he looked different yet distinguished with glasses, Augie thought a moment before digging through one of his shopping bags. In a gift bag of wine he intended for Virgil, he pulled out a card with information on the different types and handed it over. 

“Here, use this. Frank says Virgil and Ozzy have the same taste. These are what they like.” He pointed to a selection of reds on the top row. “I got Virgil the one on the far left, but the one next to it was cheaper and has a nicer label if you ask me. It may not be the specific brand he wants, but it’s the thought that counts. I’m assuming you’re cooking dinner?”

“For Christmas? Of course.”

“So imagine how nice that would be for him to sit down to a nice, home cooked meal, and you surprise him with a wine you picked out yourself.” 

“Technically you picked it.” 

“Our little secret then.” 

Gustavo smiled, looking down at the wine card. “Thanks, Augie. I’ll be home taking care of Dolly while Ozzy’s out of town, so if you and Frank want to come over for dinner one night, the invitation’s open.” 

“Sounds good. Listen, these bags are getting heavy, so I’m going to head out, but don’t you worry about a thing. Ozzy likes you, and he’s going to love anything you get him. Merry Christmas - I’ll have Frank give you a call when we figure out plans after the new year.” 

“Merry Christmas. Drive safe."

Gustavo waved him off and looked back down at the wine card on his way back toward the interior of the mall.

Maybe his New Year's Resolution for 1980 would be to actually educate himself on wine and surprise Ozzy with something better by his birthday.

[rinnysega]

I was scrolling through the Arcilla channel to find something and realized I never really put the fluff or fun-times on my page, so I’m posting it now 😤

Screenshot form because unlike some talented individuals, I find comedy hard to write, so my drabbles stick to melancholy lane lol

@thebiggestnope @dancingmantis @cheetour

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[rinnysega]

Cologne - A Gustavo Drabble

Gustavo hummed at his mirror, brushing his hair to get ready for bed. Roto was curled up on the bed awaiting his master as a sweet, loving melody filled the room. The record player continued to let the violin strings sing as Gus continued to hum the familiar love song..

He set down his brush and picked up a cologne bottle beside it, looking it over. It was half full and old, but a lovely gift from his boyfriend after their date that night. It was of the scent he wore to church that first Sunday when he sat behind Gustavo after arriving at encanto. Just one sniff sent a flood of warm memories to the old recluse as he sighed a blissful sigh and set it back down.

Roto didn’t budge as Gustavo carefully lay beside him and blew out his candle. He cuddled up beside his pet and practically purred all his own, his heart aglow from a perfect first official date night on the town.

(For @thebiggestnope who wrote some lovely drabbles of her own tonight 🥺)

[rinnysega]

RINNNYYYY That last drabble with Ozzie was 🤯 Is there more we can learn about him? Hot damn!

Isn’t he great!!?? You have @thebiggestnope to thank for that but she is on vacation right now and won’t be back for another week (I hope she enjoys it when she returns!)

Again, putting a little of myself out here - I started therapy again and I’ve explored what I’m learning and doing with Gus as a means of having a healthy balance of recovery and positivity in my writing while still writing angst and other dark themes but keeping that healthy balance like I said. Nope has been a close friend of mine for a long while now, and we started talking about a collaboration where Gus recovers from a toxic past and in his journey meets Ozzy who carries trauma to grow from as well. Part of this is also exploring kink and sex and how two bodies and souls combine into something artistic and beautiful (hence their nicknames canvas and clay to showcase how they bring out the art in one another).

They both help one another and in doing so, Gus realizes in order to fully grow from his pain he has to seek professional help outside the Encanto (which again is what I had to do at the start of this month to overcome and work on some stuff). It’s nice to be able to talk about therapy with Nope and have rich discussions about mental health and healing so that’s why when we started roleplaying, a lot of what came out was something really pure and good ❤️

Idk if I’m making sense but we’re collaborating on posting their story on AO3 with a side plot of Bruno and Isabela founding an LGBT community for refugees. So stay tuned!