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coliaxel · 2 years

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Can we have more vi smut pls I'm so thirsty for this woman 😭😭 and omg spoiling her and praising her loads @^@^#^#^ ok but also her dominating the f out of me I'm so down bad bye

minors dni!

'I'm so thirsty for this woman' aren't we all, anon, aren't we all.

i couldn't find a way to fit the first bit of your request but in a part 2 maybe?

steady (vi x fem!reader)

tags: domme!vi, oral sex, fingering, face-sitting, strap-ons, begging, swearing

wc: ~1.5k

send me a request/prompt here!

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It’s been twelve days.

You haven’t had sex with your girlfriend for twelve days. Sure, you’ve been teasing her—wearing her clothes, bending down exaggeratedly when wearing shorts, kissing and touching her—but pulling away when she tries to go further.

Just yesterday, you were sat on her lap on the couch, kissing her neck, but when her hands tightened on your waist in a telltale sign that she was getting worked up, you stopped and laid back against her chest, eyes on the TV as a quiet frustrated sigh left her. It was all on purpose, to rile her up until she cracked and had her way with you.

She hasn’t. You aren’t the neediest person, but you’ve been hoping Vi would do something about it, but so far, she hasn’t.

It’s put you on edge.

So here you are, perched on the kitchen counter as Vi cooks dinner, pilfering the chopped vegetables even after she repeatedly told you not to eat them.

She turns around just as you pop another piece of carrot into your mouth, looking at you in exasperation. You hide a grin. Vi’s been restless too, enticed by your teasing and left frustrated when you pulled away.

“If you continue to do that, I’ll need to teach you a lesson,” she grumbles, opening the cupboard to take out a jar. You hop onto the floor, dipping a finger into the chocolate sauce she'd prepared for dessert before coming up to lean on the counter beside her, making her watch as you suck your finger into your mouth before pulling it out with an exaggerated pop.

Her eyes are fixated on your lips before she realises what you did. She slams the jar down. “That’s it.” Wrapping a hand around your arm, she drags you to the bedroom both of you share. Inside, you’re shoved against the door as Vi gets to sucking on your neck, then moves to bite at your ear. She gropes your breast, purposefully avoiding kissing your mouth. She whispers in-between your gasps, “You’ve been teasing me for so fucking long, you are going to lie down and take what I’m going to give you.”

You can barely reply in your excitement, only nodding when she reminds you of your safeword.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

Vi watches as you obey, taking your time to tease her. At her annoyed click of tongue, you hurry up, anticipation curling in your gut, and sit on the bed. She pulls you to the edge, running her warm tongue along your hipbone, then moving lower to press kisses to your thighs, until you're gripping the bedsheets in impatience.

"Vi," you murmur. The desperate sound of her name from you is enough for her to bury her face in-between your thighs, and a cry escapes you. Her mouth is so hot against you, and her tongue moves in short, relentless strokes, slowly building up your release. Breathing hard, your hands find their way to her hair, pulling her even closer, spreading your legs further apart, as she licks without abandon.

She pulls off to easily slide two fingers inside you. “You’re already so wet,” she says, her voice low enough to send a shudder through you, her fingers slowly pumping in and out. “How long were you like this, waiting for me to fuck you?” She curls her fingers up and hits that one spot that forces a moan out of you while still lavishing your clit with her tongue. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you can only manage broken moans as a response. Your hips rise off the bed and she presses you back down with one hand, still stimulating you with the other. The knot in your gut tightens, and the attention to both your most sensitive areas has you soon coming in her mouth, before you can even let Vi know that you’re close.

While you collapse on the bed, she pulls open the nightstand drawer and takes out the strap. Though you’re worn out, you can’t help the thrill that rushes through you as she undresses and puts it on. You crawl backwards on the bed, giving her space and leverage to settle between your spread legs again.

Resting her arms beside your head, she props herself up and leans over to kiss you harshly, pressing you back into the bed before scraping at the pulse at your throat with her teeth. The blunt tip nudges at your entrance. “Can I? she whispers.

At your nod, she slowly pushes into you, your head falling back from the feeling of it. When she’s fully sheathed in you, she stills and you groan impatiently, “Move already!”

Vi grabs your arm and pins it to the bed. “You don’t get to demand anything from me, understood?”

“Yes,” you breathe, the word ending in a moan as she pulls out and pushes back in in a smooth movement. Your hand scrapes down her back and your eyes close, giving yourself in to the pleasure.

“Look at me,” Vi snaps.

Your eyes blink open and your meet her gaze, shocked at the intensity in her stare. Her pupils are blown wide, a drop of sweat rolls down the side of her face. You see tenderness in her gaze, and you remember then that even though she’s being unkind to you, she still genuinely cares for you.

Her repeated thrusts fall just short of your most sensitive spot, and it’s not enough to bring you to climax. In impatience, you reach between your legs to take care of yourself with your other hand.

Vi notices, yanking your hand back and slamming it on the bed. “If you want to be a fucking brat, you don’t get to come until I say so.” She punctuates her statement with a hard roll of her hips that forces a moan out of a you, and you writhe against the bed.

You know what she wants you to do—the unspoken command hangs in the air between you. You’re reluctant to do it, but your desperation soon wins out.

“Vi, please, let me come,” you say.

“You're not telling me what I want to hear.”

“Please, Vi,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes from the need. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Will you?” she asks, bending to close her mouth around the peak of your breast. You jerk at the sudden stimulation, letting out a cry as she begins to swirl her tongue around your nipple, using just enough teeth to leave you trembling.

“I promise,” you manage to say.

“Good girl.” Vi’s hand moves between your legs, moving her fingers in slow circles over your clit. It hurts from the overstimulation at first, but the pain quickly melts into pleasure. Your fingers dig into her back as the familiar ache builds in your gut again and you’re so high-strung, it isn’t long before your second release hits you.

Vi continues thrusting through your orgasm, only stopping once you melt into the bed, completely spent. You’re still savouring the ripples when Vi pulls out.

“You’re not done yet,” she says, pulling off the harness and tossing it on the floor. She crawls over the length of your body, stopping once she reaches your face. Without waiting for your permission, she lowers herself over your mouth, winding her hand into your hair to manoeuvre you where she wants you. It doesn't take long for you to perk up, licking a slow stripe up her centre before circling her clit with your tongue.

“Yes.” Her voice is high and breathy. “Right there.” She lets out a moan, a lewd sound that just spurs you on. You grab her muscled thighs in a bruising grip to pull her closer, and she obliges, gripping the headboard for support.

You alternate between flicking your tongue and sucking on her, each sound she makes only providing you encouragement. You flatten your tongue when she begins to shake above you, letting her grind down onto your face as she repeatedly murmurs your name.

You take a moment to just watch her—the exertion flushing her skin down to her chest, her half-closed eyes and chest heaving with ragged breaths as she takes what she wants from you—and you can’t believe just how pretty she is, and how lucky you are.

When she comes, it’s with a cry. You coax her through her orgasm, her body arching and thighs quivering, and she slumps against you for a second before pulling off. Both of you take a second to catch your breath, and then she wraps you in her arms, and you melt into her touch.

“I’ve been waiting all week for you to do that,” you say after a while, half-laughing, still in a daze.

“You did? You could have just told me,” Vi sighs.

“But this was so much better.” You giggle into her chest. “It was worth it just to see you lose your shit over vegetables.”

“Shut up.” Vi swats at you playfully, and after a pause, “We really should eat.”

“Technically...” you grin.

“Do not complete that sentence.”

You laugh. “Hold me a bit longer first.”

“Fine.” Her grip on you tightens and she pulls you a little closer. “For a bit longer.”

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𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 (𝗔 𝗦𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳 & 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲) 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗧𝘄𝗼 - 𝗩𝗶

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Thief!Vi x Fem!Princess!Magic!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Established secret relationship, cursing, fluff just a lot of fluff, slight angst if you squint

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope ( a lil )

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - You don't technically need to read part one as most of the series will be standalones and little adventures but if you want some context go ahead and knock yourself out. Part three will be different :)

part one | part two (current) | part three

𝗔𝗨 - Royalty !

The masquerade ball was something that everyone was always whispering about as the season arose. It was huge, almost everyone came especially the high royalty throughout the nation.

But the best part, was the people in the village could participate, they always through a party in the town square to celebrate. Only the highest allowed in the castle. And this year Vi wouldn't just be following her friends around. Mylo, Claggor and Jinx off doing their own thing.

This year, Vi would be in the castle. The castle filled with kings and queens, princes and princesses, royalty of all kinds included. She'd see the rumored food table with a chocolate fountain, and the many giant ball gowns. The dances that were performed. And finally...

You.

Vi would see you, she'd never got to see you in your fancy gowns. Dressed up to impress other people and to hopefully attract a betrothal. Well, your mother hoped, you knew what you wanted. Or at least had an idea.

And that idea included your Violet.

She'd snuck up to the castle just like every other day, sitting in your window seal as you did your hair. Telling your handmaiden that you had an idea in mind and that you wanted to do it yourself. Not that she minded the extra time to get everything ready.

"Vi, will you help me with this?" You then asked, looking at her in your vanity mirror. Meeting her eyes that hadn't left you since the moment she'd arrived. Admiring your beauty.

Without saying a word, Vi quietly walked over to you. Standing behind your chair.

"Hold right here." And she did before her fingers soon trailed down to your neck where a dainty necklace hung. One she'd stole for you, never telling you where it came from. You guessed the same jeweler that the bracelet she'd stolen just the other day had come from.

"Thank you." You muttered, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "I want to go down to the town square this time." "Someone-" "I'll be wearing a mask." You turned around to her, hand still resting on your bare shoulders. Not yet dressed in your dress, only an evening gown.

"I don't know." "Please, you could show me around, I could meet your sister and all the people you've told me about." Vi stared at you fearful eyes, worried of what would happen if anybody ever found out about you and her.

She didn't care about herself, though the thought of you being hurt after the fact. The thought that if anything happened, you'd be caught in the crossfire, and sent off.

"We'll see." "I'm glad you came." You then smiled, grabbing the mask from the vanity table. "Put it on me? I need to make sure it looks good with my hair." "Why of course, princess." Vi said dramatically, taking the mask and placing it on your eyes before wrapping the silk ribbon around your head. Tying it nice and neat so it fell against your hair.

"You look beautiful." "You haven't even seen it all yet." Vi then laughed, kissing the top of your head. "I'm gonna go, I'll see you down there, alright?" "Alright."

As the girl disappeared out the window, you wondered if you had the right idea. You wondered to yourself if it was all worth it, living in the moment.

Because you were pretty positive you were in love with the girl you could never be with.

Everyone was antsy, waiting, talking to each other and whispering about the princess.

'I heard that they're going to announce the engagement.'

'Well I heard that she wasn't going to show at all.'

'A marriage still not spoken of at her age, it's shameful.'

'Personally I think she'll be a pawn to make another truce.'

'The king wouldn't do that.'

But out of them all. Vi was the most nervous. Looking around at everyone, fiddling with her hands. They were all so fancy looking, and here she was in a semi-formal suit that Vander had helped her put together. The only person she'd trusted to tell.

Vi swore she'd never been this nervous before, around everyone who had no idea who she was. Waiting for the princess of the entire nation to walk down those stairs, and she'd get to dance with her. Or at least she'd hoped to dance with the princess.

With you.

And there were you.

The room went silent as you appeared at the top of the grand staircase. The giant gown you wore nearly made Violet's heart stop, staring at you with adoration through her black masquerade mask.

Her mouth had parted slightly, frozen, watching your hand that was complimented by the bracelet she'd gotten you, glide down the railing.

The room erupted into whispers along with a tense quiet as you walked. But your eyes didn't move, staring right at Vi. Finally making it to the bottom, your father greeting you, your eyes finally tearing from Vi's.

"Welcome to the nations annual masquerade ball. Thrown by the Y/L/N family for the past one hundred years." You tuned him out after that, crossing your hands in front of you, a smile on your face as you stared right at Vi standing in the corner of the room. Away from everyone else.

Your family then all sat down, including you.

"Can I go dance now?" You asked your father, your brothers ready to fly from the table. Legs practically shaking "With who?" "A friend." You replied blankly, giving him a look that only he could see through the mask.

"Fine, mingle, get along please. But I need to talk to you after." "Of course. Thank you father." You stood up and pressed a kiss to his cheek as your brothers did your mother. All cheering as they did a mad dash away from the table.

You grabbed your dress as you made your way through the hundreds of guests. Bumping into someone on the way.

"I'm sorry-" "No need, please, may I have this m'lady?" You recognized the dramatic accent anywhere, whipping around to face Vi. Grinning at her.

"Of course you may." You said, mocking her voice as you took her hand. "You look gorgeous." She then said almost out of breath, looking you over again as you blushed.

"You look.. amazing. You really know how to clean up Violet." You looked over her set, admiring the suit jacket by running your hand over it. "Thanks." You giggled, her face nearly the color of her hair.

You were lost in her eyes, feeling her hands on your waist. Pulling you around the dance floor.

One hand rested on her shoulder while the other messed with the hair on the nape of her neck.

All you wanted to do was kiss her.

Let everyone in the room know she was yours.

"People are looking at us." Vi then pulled you from your thoughts.

"Let them. Besides, we can leave soon, when they start the games." "Leave?" "Vi, I want to go down to the town. They always have so much more fun down there, I can see it from my window, and here they're all so-" "Stuck up?"

You nodded, laughing a bit. Vi spinning you around as more eyes began to land on you, people moving from the dance floor.

"I'll take you down there, alright?" You didn't respond, twirling outward before doing a little happy move. "You're adorable." "As are you."

Vi then twirled you, letting you spin out before shuffling over. Grabbing you once more, gliding along the ballroom floor. Both of you so lost in the moment.

You didn't even realize.

Until you did.

"Nobody else is dancing." Vi then looked around slightly, both of you gliding around the dance floor as everyone watched.

"Shit." "Hey, look at me." Vi's silver eyes then moved to yours, her hand adjusting on your waist nervously. "They're looking because we look... amazing." "Think I'd make a good princess?" Vi then smirked, asking. "I think you'd make an amazing princess." You grinned.

"Especially with those dance skills of yours." You whispered in her ear, hearing her laugh under her breath. Slowing your movements down as the song came to an end.

You both then parted and bowed to one another.

The people around you clapping, but you only focused on her.

Your mother then began to announce something. You took a few little steps towards Vi as she did the same towards you.

"Let's go." You then whispered, grabbing her hand as you both ran through the crowd. Bumping into a few people here and there. Everyone all too focused on the speech.

Except for one.

"Wait." You laughed as you made it out to the garden. "What?" "I left clothes over here, I can't wear this down there." You laughed, running over to a nearby bush, searching for a box.

The box with your spare clothes.

But it wasn't there.

"Find it?" Vi laughed. "Vi, Vi it isn't here." "What? It has to be, you put it there right?" "Of course I did."

"Not any other bush?" "No I put it here!" Tears began to appear in your eyes, blinking as one slipped down your cheek. "Vi, do you think-" "No. Let's just look around."

And so you did, but it wasn't there.

And it wasn't in that bush.

Or that one.

It wasn't here.

"We can still hear the music from up here." She then interrupted, trying to ignore her pounding heart.

"Dance?" "Vi.." You couldn't help the fear that spread through your entire body. Someone had found that box, and you prayed to everything that it wasn't your mother. "Vi..." "It's okay."

Though she wasn't sure if she was convincing her or you.

"Dance with me? Just for tonight?" She held out her hand, you weren't sure what would happen in the morning. You didn't care though. Because you'd live in the moment now.

Resting your head on Vi's shoulder as she held you, faint music playing in the background. The stars staring down at you both as tears fell down your face. Her thumb running along your cheek.

"Don't cry sunshine." "Vi.." "It was probably one of the many, many, many maids." "Violet." You laughed, looking up at her whilst she stared down at you, feeling you adjust her mask.

"I hope so." You whispered, feeling her kiss your forehead. "It'll be alright." "Yeah."

She kissed your lips then, tasting the lip tint you wore, moving to kiss your forehead once again as you rested your head against her.

"It'll be alright, sunshine."

You both relaxed against each other. Every bad thought leaving your mind as you listened to Vi's heartbeat, closing your eyes.

Unaware of the lingering eyes of the man holding the box in his hand. A little smile on his face. The speech he'd brought up in his mind all flooding away.

It could wait until morning.

Only because of the smile on his daughter's face, brighter than moon couldn't ever shine, and brighter than the sun could ever burn.

Because he had his person, and now she had hers.

A/n: Bada bing bada boom its been over a month and now here's part two

Yes I am doctor Seuss bitches

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coliaxel · 2 years

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such a cutiepie i love him

wake me up when I miss 😪🛌🛌💤💤

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I hate the whole discourse of: "fanfic writers need to accept criticism so they can improve". Look, I did not post 5k of men blowing their loads so that I can become Hemingway or something, just don't read it if you don't want to, or do read it and drop your damn thanks in the tin.

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Left Behind. Loki.

AU in which both Thor and Loki survive the beginning of IW, but Thor is dusted in the snap.

All at once, shock, panic, denial, and despair overwhelm him. The world around him loses its color and blurs. He barely knows how to breathe. His body feels like it belongs to someone else. He doesn’t remember sitting. How long will he remain there before time begins to move again? What is there for him now that they’ve lost the war (he’s lost everything)? His only conviction in that moment is that he was never supposed to be the one to survive.

Painted in the Autodesk Sketchbook app. 10+ hrs. Mostly pastel brushes.

Let me know what you think?

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Always suck your girl’s tits. Always.

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Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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More President Loki wallpapers

requested

like/reblog if you save ❤️

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Devotion never changes

(Original Taika pics are from Spideyjlaw)

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Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader ((+18!!))

Little voyeur takes act.

a little, short and fast insight: you are an *ehem* investigator hired to find Bruno, Abuela offers you his room because she thinks that you staying there will be more helpful yadayadayada you masturbate in his room and he catches you

TW: voyeurism(?), virgin!Bruno x virgin!Reader, also.... Uhm.... He touches your boob while you are explaining something to him, thought I might put it as a TW.

Also, before the actual sex part: first time sex is not supposed to hurt. Sometimes it does, but it really shouldn't, unless the woman suffers from endometriosis or vulvodynia. With this said, here it doesn't hurt. Enjoy.

You lowered down your panties over your feet and could feel how wet they were already by how aroused you got at the thought of masturbating in someone else's room.

The risk of being caught, heard, or seen caused you to heat up more.

You put a hand on your clitoris and circled your middle finger aroud it, letting out a sigh, a cold breeze of air gently caressed your skin, making you shiver.

Was everything around that open? To let the wind inside? So you were really just touching yourself with the possibility of people being able to see you, watch you as you start fingering yourself and pumping your fingers up and down, your walls clenching around them while they were arching upwards and while your other hand was rubbing itself on your clit.

Sloppy echoes could be heard from your clitoris being stroked, from your fingers hitting that damn good spot that made your eyes roll.

You started moaning, hard, it wasn't like at home, where you had to be careful because your neighbors might hear you.

Your breath was getting faster and faster as you were reaching your climax, your legs started shaking and the bedsheets under you got so wet you could feel it all down to the upper part of your thighs, «fuck,» you got up, sitting, pushing your fingers harder and further inside you, speeding up the stroking on your clitoris, «God».

Your lips moaned Bruno's name after your eyes catched a sudden movement to your side, across the room and there he was: Bruno Madrigal, watching you.

«FUCK, BRUNO.» You yelled.

You removed the hand from your clitoris to put it behind your back to give you more support while you orgasmed on your fingers, squirting on them and on the bed. Why didn't you stop in time? Why did you have to cum while he was watching?

Did you really.. like it? Everything was so sudden you didn't know what to do or say. You just watched him curl himself up in a ball, closing his eyes and covering his ears, mumbling continuously "sorry, sorry, sorry".

What the fuck was happening?

If someone, besides Bruno, who is currently having a meltdown in front of you, could see how red your face is, would probably compare you to a tomato. Just like normal people usually do when embarassment takes over you, but apparently the lost, now found, Madrigal was too busy to act like a normal person. You were still in shock; what are you supposed to do now? Walk up to him and ask him why the fuck he was watching you?

I mean, you certainly could. A man you talked to almost twice in your life just watched you as you, oh, so gracefully masturbated without a care in the world in his room like a filthy animal bathing in sewers' water. But still, even after viciously yelling his name while squirting and looking him right in the eye, why couldn't you move?

You hated this silence. The fact that he was blabbering who knows what and you couldn't hear it was irritating you more and more, until your nervousness got the better of you and gave you the courage you needed to go and confront him.

Your nude skin, getting hotter and hotter the closer you got to the "missing" dude.

«Were you spying on me?» You rudely said, getting down on his level and slightly pulling at one of his curls.

«A-ouch!» He pulled back from you, putting a hand on his head, «well that was just rude, I wasn't doing anything!»

«You watched me ma-» you gulped, cheeks getting hotter, «you just watched me touc-»

He interrupted you while getting up, still red in the face, «watched you while you were touching... yourself?» He was embarrassed, but couldn't hide to himself that he liked it. He enjoyed it so much that the scene from earlier couldn't stop playing in a continuous loop in his head. As he got aroused before, he got aroused now, the bulge in his pants getting bigger and them fitting tighter. He mentally thanked himself for always wearing his beloved green poncho. Although other people don't really seem to like it. His sisters tried to encourage him to wear something else, but he never listened. His clothes were so comfy. And he loved green. It matched his eyes when he'd look into the future.

Before you could say anything, he started speaking fast, in order for you not to have a chance at interrupting him, «okay so, no!»

He shakes his head, «this is my roooooommm!!!» He whined, «and I didn't know they replaced me with someone else and I wanted to come get some clean clothes because I took a shower and these are dirty and I don't want to get dirty again-»

«You took a shower?»

He was surprised at your question. Out of everything he just said, that's what you were going to ask?

«Well.... There's a lake nearby...»

You take a few seconds to process what he told you. You look at him, not really knowing what to say and avoid what happened before. That was your fault. What were you thinking? Why?

You start feeling... dirty. And guilty. Especially the latter. This poor man wanted some clothes and got a woman masturbating in his bed.

«So... uh...» you mutter, trying to shift the attention from what he had seen you do to yourself, «y'know...»

He looks at you, waiting.

«They didn't really replace you... I was kinda hired to find you.»

You start explaining how Alma knocked at your door, how she asked, how nice she was even if you two weren't on the bestest of terms before. But did he care? Maybe. A little. Not much though. His attention got caught by your breasts, while wondering why you didn't cover yourself he started, again, thinking how much he liked seeing you like that. If he knew you were there and what you were doing he wouldn't have bothered to come in your room, but now, he doesn't regret it. The only interactions he has had with women were because they requested some visions.

He finds himself liking your body.

Your voice now was like a background sound for him.

You noticed, but decided not to say anything. You craved that kind of attention. You loved it. You enjoyed how his eyes were scanning your body, devouring every inch of it.

Him, on the other side, wanted to feel you. He had never seen a woman's naked body before and his curiosity and arousement were growing. He could feel the air getting heavier as his body moved without him commanding him to, without thinking he grabbed one of your breasts.

«Then sh- A-ah...» never you would have ever expected it, you moaned, surprised.

He took away his hand, «sorry, I don't know. I've never done— and you're here— and I'm— sorry. Sorry. I'll go. I'm a horrible person I should have nev-»

You were a sucker for attention. And his attention was yours. You didn't want to lose it. Before he could actually go you step closer to him, grab his hand and put it back on your breast.

His face turned a crimson tint, while he avoided eye contact.

«Look at me,» you say.

He reluctantly shifts his gaze back at you, «you... want it, right?» You ask.

«Look I'm really sorry, you can punch me but I didn't mean it, I swear, I don't kno-»

You put a hand on his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. The short hairs of his beard tickling your hand while the warmth of his cheek contrasted with the cold of the palm of your hand.

«I liked it. I want it. Look, I suck with words and I really don't know where I am getting this courage from right now but I am, extremely,-»

You pause. He looks at you, shocked, biting his cheek from the inside, «...horny. Yes. Horny. This is embarrassing but I've never done it and I want it.»

Falling sand filled the silence between you two. You were already regretting everything you said; all you could think about was how he's going to refuse you and humiliate you.

He squeezed your boob.

Your eyes widened as your mouth opened to allow you to say something, but nothing would come out.

He nervously chuckled, «that was- that was, uh... a yes. I was trying to make you laugh.»

You smiled, «you are a dork.»

He confidently spat, «a dork who made you very horny.»

After seeing the look on your face he apologizes, but you take his hand and guide him on the bed.

You wanted to take lead, so you decided to undress him while you enjoyed how his eyes wondered on your body.

You lay down on the bed, watching his every move.

He placed himself near your entrance, «are you still positive about it? You can alway-»

«Please, just go, I want you inside me.» You whine.

He felt his dick pulsating, precum already dripping as drops of it fell on your vagina, sliding down all the way in the middle of your labia, caressing your clitoris.

The tingling feeling made you scoot closer to him and slightly grind your pussy to his cock.

He let out a sigh, took his dick in his hand and slowly put it inside you, touching your every wall.

You moaned as his throbbing cock started speeding up the pace and hitting your sweet, sweet spot.

He lifted your leg and put it on his shoulder, giving him much more to see. Your cunt, dripping from what he assumed were both of your fluids.

His hits got slower but harder, pushing himself inside you as you moaned his name while he lowered his head on your chest and grunted.

«Fuck, go- no- touch me. Please,» you bit your lip, feeling your climax coming, but you wanted more, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted Bruno to use his fingers this time, in between moans you told him to touch you like he had seen you twice doing now and you didn't have to tell him twice.

With his thumb he pressed your clitoris and pushed on it, going from side to side, trying to imitate what he saw.

You arched your back and lifted yourself, thus giving him the possibility of penetrating deeper, which he did, without stopping his hand or his thrusts.

His cock pulsated inside you, his groans getting louder, «I-I about to-»

He pushes himself inside you one more time, filling your hole.

You could feel him pulsate inside you as his thumb made you reach your climax, a strong pressure on your clitoris and made you cum all over him.

Bruno thrusts in you a few more times, his cum dripping and coming out from your pussy.

He let himself lay on your chest, panting.

«Well, that was a pretty good first time, eh?»

«Yeah...» he chuckles, closing his eyes.

Word count: 1600.

[AUTHOR NOTE: i do not read proof cause it already takes me a lot to write these because I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED *coff coff* so take it as it is.

#brunomadrigal #encantosmut #bruno madrigal smut #brunomadrigalsmut

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Bruno buys little rainboots for his rats and Mirabel sews them pretty sweaters with pretty flowers and cute hearts on them

#brunomadrigal #encanto #brunomadrigalencanto #camilomadrigal #mirabel #mirabelmadrigal #and the rainboots have ducks on them and the ducks have rainboots too

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coliaxel · 2 years

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smol babi

ENCANTO 2021, dir. Byron Howard and Jared Bush

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Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader ((+18))

Dinner is served.

TW: CNC!!!!!, receiving, rope, mention (slight) of blood, fingering, cuss words, bdsm, overstimulation

There you were, arms tied up behind your back and eagle spread on the tiny table in Bruno's hideout. Your pussy already wet as he was watching and tracing every inch of your exposed cunt, «do you happen to...» he licked his ring and middle finger, while roughly holding your chin up with the other hand, «be... aroused?» He caressed your clitoris with his fingertips, putting in a little pressure.

You let out a sigh and move your head forward, trying to desperately touch him.

«I don't think you deserve that,» he backs away with his torso.

«You almost let out my secret.» He started tapping on your clit with his middle finger, while circling with his ring one your entrance.

«Mi amor, come o-» he kissed you, shutting you up.

His hand from your chin went all the way down to the back of your knee, lifting it up enough so as to have the clearest view he could have your wet, needy pussy. «If you dare to lower this leg,» he slapped the now lifted up back of your thigh, making you yelp, «I am going to fuck you senseless,» he unexpectedly started rubbing your clit, hard, moving fast side to side while inserting two fingers from the other hand in you, pumping them up. «And after destroying you I'm going to leave your fucking cunt untouched for weeks. Understand?» You struggled keeping that damn leg up, but god, not being touched by Bruno for weeks? Only thinking about it was torture.

«A-ah...» You bit your lip, trying to lower down your moans. You were so scared of getting caught. Bruno's hideout was behind the dining hall, and it was also almost dinner time. You couldn't keep up with your thoughts, betrayed by your own body and the pleasure it was receiving.

His fingers were curling inside you, continuing to go up and down, and you started blabbering about how good it felt, how close you were. Your cheeks were as red as the blood dripping down your chin. You were biting your lip so hard that a little cut made its way on your lower lip. Bruno followed the blood going down and licked it all up, all the way back to your lips which he started kissing again. Fuck, you couldn't hold it in anymore, a knot in your stomach started forming, you were feeling a pressure on your clitoris, your legs started shaking and you were trying so, so hard, but with his fingers deep, deep inside you, pumping and pumping as it that's the only thing they were made for, was impossible. «B-Bruno...» You moaned into his mouth, almost reaching your climax as your whole body was quivering. He stopped kissing you and traced with his tongue your body from your lips all the way up to your nipples, sucking in on one of them, doing slow sloppy circles in between circling the areola and biting it.

You tried to hold it in as much as possibile, fearing you'd move your leg and scared Bruno might not touch you for god knows how long. «Bruno please, I can't,» you let a sob out, tears of frustration leaving your eyes as you finally released and came all over his hand; it's as if your brain exploded, your clit pulsating and your leg... down. «S-shit, I'm sorry, please, don-» he sushed you.

You watched as he slowly moved your other leg to the side. «We wouldn't want it to get in the way...»

«What y'mean?» You mumbled, your legs shaking while your pussy was dripping. He ignored you and went to the other side of the room to get another rope.

He was so unpredictable, especially during sex. You could never guess or know what he was up to, and the thought of it aroused you even more. Your mind started wondering if he was mad at you for lowering the leg. Also, why the leg? Why not tell you not to moan? «Are you really not going to touch me anymore?» You cried, «I need you, please.» He opened a little box and smiled. You were butt naked, out of breath, your hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat. You loved it. You were his little pet, his little toy. He toys with you whenever he wants to and loves it when you beg for him to make you cum.

He finally turns around and walks back to you, his head low and shaking, «and there I was,» he got closer to you, but didn't pay you any attention.

He was mad. You moved your leg, your goddamn leg, but how couldn't you? His fingers were fucking you so good.

He tied your left leg to the leg's table «thinking you were a good girl,» he passed onto the other leg, wrapping the rope around it tight; he wanted to see it go red, he wanted to see the marks it'd leave. You carefully watched as he pulled your leg to the side more and more and tied it to another table's leg, you wimpered. You couldn't move, at all. Your inner thight was hurting and you were fully exposed.

«But you can't even follow simple instructions now, can you?»

«Don't be mad, please,» you cried.

«I thought that one rule was pretty simple,» he lowered himself down and spat on your cunt, making you mutter a 'fuck' under your breath.

You could feel your pussy wetting more and more, you looked down and there it was, on "Bruno"'s plate carved in the table, your wet, needy pussy.

«But no,» he grabbed your inner thight, holding it tightly, «you had to be a whore about it and be bad.» You sighed heavily and lowered your head to the side, resting it on your shoulder, «I can b'good for you, please» you mumbled, he couldn't care less.

He lowered his pants and underwear and took out his cock, precum dripping. He rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit, getting his wetness all over it.

«If you moan you're gonna get in trouble,» he stopped rubbing your clit with his cock and started rubbing it with his fingers istead, faster and harder than before, driving you nuts. You tried to moan quietly, hoping he'd see it as some sort of mumble.

«I can't take it anymore, please, please, let me cum, please.» You begged him, starting to cry. Your body ached for him to be inside you. You wanted to feel his hard dick inside you destroying you.

Without any notice he slapped your cunt. To your surprise, that aroused you even more. «Such a bad, bad pet.» «I just want to fe-» He interrupted you and started fingering the ever living shit out of you, arching his finger whenever he'd pump up and rubbing your clit with the other hand, «you like that?»

Your legs shaking and cramping, you came all over him God knows how many times. You started sobbing, «please, fuck me, please, I'm begging you, I'll be a good gi-»

But your little begs made him so happy, how could he deny you that? He always forgave no matter how mad of a bitch you were.

He removed his hands from your vagina and while his hands went up to your hair, pulling it, he went straight inside you, trying to push himself deeper everytime, «say it,» he moaned in your ear, «tell me what you want,» you babbled something, not thinking straight, eyes rolling behind.

He took off one hand from your hair and went back at your clit, trying to ovestimulate the shit out of you, «I said... tell me what you want.»

«Fill me..» you whimpered under him.

«Louder.»

«For God's sake Bruno, please, I want you to feel me up please,» you didn't have to tell him again this time, he pushed his cock inside you a few more times and while you came before him, screaming his name and clenching your walls around his cock, he came right after you, his dick pulsating inside you and releasing everything in your dirty cunt, pushing it inside with every pump.

You were both out of breath; he smiled at you and kissed you, praising you, telling you how a good girl you were, how good you felt.

He untied you, picked you up and placed you on his red sofa, where he cleaned you up with a clean town he got before you got into his hideout.

«Bruno?» You called him.

«Sì, mi querida?» He put a blanket on you.

«I love you,» you pouted, still a bit mad he didn't come inside you sooner. «Yo también.» He sat next to you, on the sofa's arm and held you close to him.

Wordcount: 1438.

#brunomadrigal #bruno madrigal smut #encantosmut #bdsm #overstimulation #brunomadrigalnsfw

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