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inthishousewestanspiderpunk · 2 years

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Yoooooooo, I'm baaaaack!

Heyo, it's been a while, I know! I have been busy but also not busy? Finished my theatre, moved house, diagnosed with adhd and put on meds, turned 26, it's been a heck of a month! And in between that, I have been working on Félix and Pepa smut! But what's this? A new challenger had entered the ring? Everyone, may I introduce you to Paquita! Now, Paquita is sadly not my own character, she is made by my-spirit-phone and she is Pepa and Félix's partner with her design being inspired by a concept art for Pepa as shown below! She is a lovely woman, she loves to help people and always lends an ear to those who need to vent. She loves her motorbike, good wine, cigars and of course, her found family. I hope you love her as much as I do and enjoy this fic as well!

Till next time,

Charlotte :) x

"Gracias Juli!"

"Si, gracias!"

"We owe you one!"

SLAM!

Julieta laughed and shook her head at the door, before casting her attention to Dolores in her arms.

"Ay, I don't know mi vida, do you?" she clucked gently, kissing her head. The baby yawned and lazily began to chew her fist, covering it in a light coating of drool. "Come on. Let's see what Tio Bruno's up to, hmm?" Dolores gurgled in response, her dark eyes looking at Julieta as they made their way downstairs to give the adults their privacy.

Behind the now closed and locked door, Félix grinned and clapped his hands greedily, with both Paquita and Pepa giving him the same lustful look. Pepa bowed lowly and laughed, a rainbow appearing above the throuple. "Ladies first," she said to Paquita, blowing her a kiss. "Oh, you flatter me, but everyone knows it's age before beauty." "Mm, is that so?" Paquita nodded. "It is cariña." "Well in that case, would you like to pick out a few toys for us?" She nodded again and went to the drawer where they kept their impressive collection of toys. Whilst being intimate with one another wasn't anything new, even Paquita had yet to discover the true extent of their personal collection. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the assortment; so many shapes, colours, textures…holy shit, they had rope! Paquita couldn't help but smile a little. This was going to be good.

"We call that one thunder," Félix laughed as Paquita inspected a glittery pink double ended dildo at arm's length. It was decorated with bumps and ridges at both ends and had a slight curve to it. "It's okay vida, they're all washed," Pepa reassured, giving Paquita a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The younger woman visibly relaxed and felt the weight of the toy in her hands. "What's this one?" she asked, putting 'thunder' down and picking up a silicone bulb shaped one with a fluffy round tail attached to the base.

"Oh that's where it went! Félix! Paquita found your favourite!"

Félix looked up and grinned sheepishly as he saw what was found. "Ay Paquita, that is for mi culo," he explained, laughing at her reaction as she suddenly dropped it.

"So you're saying this goes in there?"

"Yup. It vibrates, too!" as if to prove a point, Félix took the toy and pressed a button, where it buzzed to life.

"Why the tail though? Isn't it kinda…fluffy for you?"

It was Pepa's turn to speak up this time. "That's the point, corazon. El es un conejito, and a very cute one at that." She winked and pursed her lips to her husband, who reddened considerably. Paquita couldn't help but notice a swirl of fog settling around their feet and smirked a little.

"El conejito, you say?" she asked, taking a step towards Félix. "Pray tell, how do we spot the elusive pink tail bunny?"

"Well…first we need to set the bait, get him nice and comfortable," Pepa purred, her fingertips lightly grazing the back of her wife's neck. Oh, she didn't just mean Félix. Paquita shuddered at the contact, letting a small whimper escape. Pepa smirked and kissed the skin, her tongue poking at just the right spot. Her taste was fairly similar to that of Félix, but different somehow. More clean and floral. Humming softly, she created a suction and began to suck. Félix chuckled and nodded in appreciation as he sat down on the bed. "That's my girl, you let her know who she belongs to," he said lowly as the scene began to play out. He sat back and grinned as Pepa pressed her clothed body against Paquita's and their lips touched. Paquita groaned at the contact and opened her mouth a little, allowing Pepa to gain access which she did with little prompting. Their tongues danced and ran along the other's lips; teeth were nibbling and nipping the skin with a tongue quickly following. Who's tongue it was neither had any idea, but it was complete bliss and Félix loved being witness to this.

His pants had now developed into a clear tent and he dipped a hand below the waistband of them and groaned at the touch, hissing a little as he swiped his thumb over the head.

"Need help, amor?" Pepa asked sweetly, looking up from her make out session with Paquita before sauntering over to the bed. Félix nodded, pulled her in with his free arm and put his hand on her breast which wasn't difficult considering the size. "Always mi vida," he replied, kissing her deeply, tasting Paquita and Pepa on his lips. He took his hand out of his pants and put his thumb in Pepa's mouth as soon as their lips parted. "Suck for papi," Félix instructed, his voice firm but fair. She did as she was told, but scraped her teeth along the digit to mess with him. This did not go down well and Pepa squeaked as she felt the sting of hand on ass which dissipated into radiating warmth as quickly as it had appeared. "Now Pepa, that's not what good girls do, is it?" Félix mused, raising an eyebrow and lifting Pepa's chin to get her to look his way. He didn't expect eye contact but he did expect her to look in his general direction. He may have been a daddy, papi, sir, master and a myriad of other titles and had a good control of both women given the context, but he wasn't a complete monster.

She muttered a 'no' and more fog began to swirl around, covering the floor in a light haze that enveloped the bottom of the bed.

"No they don't. Good girls do as they're told and don't bite the thumb that feeds them."

Paquita made a noise in agreement as she hitched her dress up a little. She had found a toy that she liked the look of and wanted to put it to the test. Seeing Pepa so soft and vulnerable and quite frankly, so pathetic, did things to her. It wasn't something she could describe, but she knew she liked what she felt and wanted to put two and two together.

"Ay Paquita, let Pepa do the work. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson," Felix cooed, shaking his head as Pepa flipped him off and a small rumble of thunder was heard moments later. Paquita kissed Pepa's forehead and booped her on the nose, before handing her the toy she had picked out; a medium sized flesh coloured dildo. Being a relatively small woman, Paquita hated toys and cocks that were too big for her. They would be intimidating and men, she found, seemed to think that jackhammering themselves into her amounted to pleasure when in reality it left her sore and bruised, aching for days afterwards.

Not to say she also enjoyed a challenge and there were always exceptions to the rule. She bunched up the rest of her dress and handed the dildo over to Pepa, waiting with trepidation as she watched her oil it up.

"Does pequeña Paquita want this?" Pepa cooed, studying the now glistening toy. She looked at it and then back to her partner as if she were a collector in a museum studying a fine piece of art. Paquita nodded affirmatively, feeling her core start to throb with need. Pepa cocked her head to listen and shrugged. "I'm not hearing anything. Félix, can you hear something?" Félix shook his head as he shuffled his pants off which given his erection was easier said than done.

"No mi amor, no puedo escuchar nada." "Neither can I. It's a shame, too. I think our little toy would like this." Pepa emphasised the last part, slapping the dildo into her hand like a bat. A wind began to whip up around her and a dark cloud hung ominously in the air above. "You'd have thought that our little toy would know by now the power of communication. And how she knows that if she is to get what she wants, she must-" she emphasised, poking Paquita's clit with the head. "Use." The head slipped in, Paquita yipping in surprise. "Her." Pepa pushed it in a little further and watched how her partner's body responded. "Words." At that, the red head pulled the veined dildo back and then pushed it in again teasingly.

Paquita's eyes rolled in the back of her head when Pepa inserted it. It was veined and hit all the right spots. Pepa smiled a little and dipped her head, putting her lips directly onto her wife's clit, earning a satisfied moan. She splayed her tongue out flat, her nose right against Paquita and began to pull the toy back out, only to push it in again. In, out, in, out. Her moans grew louder and more wanting as she was continuously fucked and sucked.

Pepa's tongue lapped and slurped obnoxiously as Paquita got more wet and aroused. Her juices tasted salty and slightly bitter all in one and she couldn't get enough of it, drinking as if it was manna from heaven. It might as well have been as far as Pepa was concerned.

All the while, Félix was stroking himself again, enjoying the view of his partner being fucked, her hickied neck arching and her breathing starting to become ragged as she tried to suppress the force that threatened to engulf her body. He took his hand off his erection and went over to the two women with a clear plan in mind.

"Arms up."

As much as Paquita wanted to run her hands through Pepa's hair as she was being eaten out, she did as she was told and held her arms above her head. In one fell swoop, Félix pulled off the offending item and discarded it on the floor. He marveled at her naked body, years of stretch marks, scars, wrinkles and freckles adorning her frame. He was surprised that she hadn't any tattoos, but she always said she had a fear of needles which caught him off guard when revealed.

Félix ran his tongue along her neck and down her side until he got to her breast and grazed his teeth upon it, making Paquita cry out. It was amazing how close she was to cumming for someone who claimed to last forever in bed. "Sssh, don't want to be too loud, now do we?" Félix whispered, cupping his strong hand against her mouth and being careful to ensure that she still got an oxygen supply.

Paquita shook her head, her cries muffled as Pepa swirled her tongue around her soaking wet folds, the dildo being pushed in and out at a faster pace as she grew closer with her legs clenching and toes flexing.

"Buena chica, eso es todo. Córrete para nosotros, aquí vamos, buena mascota…"

Paquita gasped against Félix's hand and her body shuddered as she came with Pepa quick to suck the juices squirting around the toy, making sure to get every last bit. Her wife writhed in pleasure with her hips bucking upwards, one hand stroking Pepa's graying ginger curls that were now wet from where she squirted extra hard and gained distance. Pepa took it upon herself to give Paquita one last suck and kiss before pulling the dildo out.

"Mmm, such a good job, mi vida," she smirked as she licked the shaft and stood back up, looking Félix in the eye. "You came so fucking well." The younger woman nodded breathlessly; she seriously needed to cut down on the cigars if this was to be a regular occurance.

"That…fuck me, Pep, how did you do that?"Paquita finally sat up. "I ain't come like that in years!"

Pepa raised an eyebrow and kept silent. "I have my ways."

"No fucking shit. I feel almost obliged to return the favour."

Another eyebrow raise. "Almost?"

Paquita blushed a little and looked away, feeling Pepa's eyes bore into her.

"Use your words, mi princesa."

"Okay, I want to return it."

"Excelente, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No mami."

Pepa smirked. "Good girl. Do you want Félix to fuck you whilst this is happening? Remember, you don't have to say yes."

Paquita gulped and nodded; she missed the feeling of the dildo already, so to have the real thing would be even better. "S-si."

Pepa motioned to Félix to come over with a slight move of her head. "She's all ready for you cariño."

Félix rubbed his cock and grabbed the small bottle of oil from the dresser as Pepa positioned herself so that she was using Paquita's face as a seat. "Ay, so comfortable," she mused, grinding against her mouth, which made Paquita moan in agreement and flick her tongue against Pepa's dripping wet slit.

Meanwhile, Félix had finished lubing up and was lining himself against his partner. Having a sister in law who knew her way around herbs and when brewed into a tea made a decent birth control and eradicated any unwanted surprises and infections really helped, so condoms weren't too much of an issue.

As Félix slid in with ease and Paquita started to pleasure Pepa properly with her mouth, lips parted and the room was a choir of moans and whimpered names.

"So tight today, Paquita! Just how papi likes it."

"Mmmph! Pbpuh! Mbhbmmmmm…"

"Bit down, ay! That's the spot!"

Félix rutted and dug his thumbs into Paquita's thighs. He loved fucking both women and of course would always prefer Pepa over Paquita, she was his wife, it was a given, but something about Paquita's curves did things to him and an almost animalistic urge would take over. He felt he could be more rough with her somehow, more demanding. Was it because they hadn't known each other that long? There was a sense of jealousy somehow? That he'd been replaced? There was plenty of time for contemplation and questions after, but right now it was about making himself and the two women in his life feel good.

On top, Pepa was whimpering and moaning for all she was worth; Paquita was definitely better at eating her pussy than Félix was. No offence to him, but he was a little too rough, often getting toothy and leaving her with bruising that even Julieta's cooking struggled to fix. Shivering in pleasure, Pepa ground her weight down so she was positively smothering the poor woman underneath. But judging from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it and could still breathe, so not all hope was lost. Still, better be safe than sorry…

"You alright there Paquita?" she asked sweetly as she propped herself up using her hands, only the slapping of Félix's balls and his grunts breaking the silence. Paquita's sweaty red face nodded and she grinned, showing the gap in her teeth. "All good here Pep!" She was surprisingly chipper for someone getting spit-roasted but given she'd been in Paquita's position many a time, Pepa understood. Being in the middle of her two favourite people, being pleasured by one and giving to another, Paquita was in absolute heaven.

"Buena chica," Pepa murmured, dipping her body back down to be eaten out again. "Oh you eat me so well, mami is very proud. Si…" Paquita continued to work on Pepa, dragging her nails along Pepa's thighs leaving a marked trail that was threatening to well up with dots of blood and even pushing her ass up with one hand to insert a finger into her pussy. Out of the three, she was definitely the strongest. Pepa shuddered at the sensation that hit her core; fuck, that was the spot! She threw her head back, her pert breasts bouncing softly as she rode Paquita's face and fingers. A minute passed and Pepa moaned as she felt herself squirt right into her partner's mouth with Paquita not minding one bit; she was loving it and the fact that she got Pepa to squirt was a huge turn on for her.

"Is Paquita getting close?" Félix asked sweetly, the muscles clamping down with each thrust into her body. "Mmhmm," she responded, her voice muffled as Pepa continued to ride her tongue, getting close to orgasm herself.

"Don't stop…" Pepa murmured, biting her lip harshly, wincing a little as she felt her teeth sink down and draw blood. She tasted the sting of copper as a trickle of blood flowed onto her tongue and coated the back of her throat. She was close, she was so, so close. Her heart pulsed out warmth that synced in time with her clit and her breath deepened. She was gonna, any-

"Oh Paquita!" Pepa screamed as she finally came. Her legs shook uncontrollably and the blinding heat radiated all over, making her scream again as it reached her brain, enveloping the woman in a comforting sensation that could only be described as a release of pure energy. Paquita continued to suck and lick Pepa through the orgasm, feeling her own build up as Félix moved his hips; in, out, in, out….just the tip. At this point, Pepa knew that Paquita would be wanting some air that wasn't filled with pussy and she gingerly climbed off and lay next to her, watching what was going to happen.

Félix jutted his hips up more into Paquita's walls and she whimpered softly with her toes curling and body tensing, her mouth forming an 'o' with no sound escaping.

"That's it, good girl, cum for papi," Félix whispered in encouragement, circling her aching clit with his thick fingers. Her whole body was taut, ready to unravel at a moment's notice. Félix applied more pressure onto the swollen nub and pumped into her cunt once, twice…

That was what she needed; the barrier had opened and Paquita thrashed and writhed on the bed, completely speechless but completely overtaken with pleasure as she came. Having his partner cum against his cock was the catalyst for Félix's own orgasm. He clenched his feet and grunted as he spilled his seed into her, having to grip onto the bedpost in order to stop his legs from completely buckling and giving out underneath him. He shuddered once more and pulled out, the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock and dripping onto Paquita's crotch, intermingling with her public hair.

Pepa pulled Paquita in for a side hug and kissed her cheek proudly. She loved the bones off this woman! Paquita wrapped her thick leg around Pepa's slim one and melted more into the hug. Félix wiped his brow and grabbed a towel that was thrown into the corner whilst the two women snuggled and bathed in the afterglow.

"I don't know about you senoras, but that was the best one yet!" he declared as he flopped down next to the pair. Both women nodded and murmured in agreement. "Si, it certainly was," Pepa purred into his ear.

"Who's a happy girl? You are! Yes you are Dolores!" Julieta cooed, kissing her sobrina on the forehead as she gurgled. "Oh I just know tu mami, papi y tia Paquita are going to be so surprised with your new outfit!" Whilst the three of them were busy, Julieta had taken Dolores and Isabela into the market and had found the perfect outfits at Señorita Pezmuerte's stall, along with an offhand remark about Bruno staying away from her fish. Isabela was treated to a lilac onesie adorned with flowers along with a light pink tutu and a flower clip whilst Dolores had a cream coloured ruffled blouse and a deep red skirt and headband. Julieta couldn't wait to show them off! She had been so excited to display the new outfits to her hermana and family, but seeing how Alma made a beeline for Isabela as soon as Casita opened the door, she was left with Dolores. Julieta would be lying if she said the obvious favouritism didn't hurt; yes, Isabela was her daughter and the oldest, but seeing Alma lavish praise onto the infant whilst brushing her other granddaughter away…it hurt.

She smiled curtly at Alma, who was fussing over Isabela and noticed Bruno in the corner feeding some of his rats. "...sorry Juanita, it's all there is today," she heard him mutter. There was an indignant squeak and Bruno held his hands up. "Unless you have any better ideas, then no, I can't help you there." Julieta swore she saw the rat put its tiny paws on its hips and give her brother an eye roll. "Alright, be like that. I'm simply saying that Héctor being Lupé's long lost fiance and returning just as she's about to marry his cousin and have another guy's baby is not that complex! I mean what is there not to get?" Another squeak. "Okay, you got me there. Oh, hey Jules!" Bruno pocketed Juanita and stood up as he noticed the pair. "Hola Bruno. Still trying to get the rat telenova thing going?" He nodded and scratched his face. "Yeah, it's…it's a process. And how is ¿mi sobrinita? ay eres tan linda! Sí, lo eres, ¿no?" Dolores cooed and kicked her feet, reaching out to her tio. It warmed Julieta's heart to see him interacting like this; he would make a good papi one of these days. That is, if a girl could even get past the rats. And the cave. And the sand. And the whole outcast bad omen hermit thing….arranged marriage was a thing, right? "Would you mind watching her for a bit Bruno? I need to put some shopping away," Julieta asked, not even waiting for an answer as she passed the infant over. "What? Oh yeah, sure! Totally!" He fumbled about awkwardly before finally holding Dolores in a comfortable position. "We buds, right Lo Lo?" Dolores smacked him on the nose and giggled as he gave his niece a deadpan expression. "Gracias, Dolores."

Julieta hummed and sang to herself as she began to put away the various groceries she picked up in the market; papayas go there…dulce de leche in the pantry…

Thump!

Both she and Casita looked up for a second. The noise was followed by shrieking laughter, which calmed Julieta down. It was nice that Pepa and Félix had finally found another person to share their love with. Whilst that lifestyle wasn't for her or Augustín, it clearly made the couple happy, so more power to them. She finally got to the outfits folded neatly at the bottom of the bag and smiled. Just wait till they see this! Still humming to herself, Julieta patted the outfits down and took the bag up the stairs. The noise had died down by this point, so one would assume that it was okay to come in. Still, best be careful and knock just to be safe.

She reached the familiar wooden door adorned with Pepa's outline surrounded by rays of sunlight and knocked precariously.

"Come in!" Paquita called in a singsong voice from the other side. Julieta turned the handle and bumped the door open with her hip. What she saw next was a surprise beyond her belief and the first reaction was to shriek and cover her eyes.

"FÉLIX!"

She almost dropped the shopping in shock, but was able to gain her composure and keep a hold on the bags. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Félix, who was completely tied up and unable to move. It was clear Paquita and Pepa had their way with him judging by the dusky grey panties shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag and a pink fluffy rabbit tail protruding from his ass.

"Ah, you found conejito de cola rosa! What do you think? Quite the specimen, huh?" Paquita asked, leaning on Julieta's shoulder. "Personally I think he'd look better with ears, but you try getting those damn things on that hair of his."

Julieta couldn't even look her in the eye and shoved the woman awkwardly off her shoulder. She shuffled out of the room, her eyes firmly fixed to the ground and her face strained.

She needed a fucking drink.

#pepa madrigal #felix encanto #encanto smut #encanto oc #bow chicka wow wow #encanto fic #bruno is a good uncle #julieta is scarred for life

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philtatosbuck · 2 years

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in general i like julieta and agustin being mirabel’s parents just fine since they are good parents but honestly if i have to read an au about mirabel being pepa or bruno’s, i’d rather have her be bruno’s at this point

#idk what it is #i love pepa and felix and generally the warm colors family a bit more than the cool colors #but something about mirabel is pepa's aus always like... have julieta be negligent or just. out of character??#and dad bruno aus are overdone and all but most of the times it's not as the expense of julieta #i just want respect on agustin and julieta's names at this point honestly #i am a firm believer that in a family like the madrigals everyone is a parent to everyone (in a normal way)#but i see Way more of mirabel being taken in by pepa and like. that's FINE. but julieta isn't a bad parent which i feel gets overlooked #also think ppl are obsessed with changing dynamics so that #anyone who has a good relationship with their uncle/aunt/cousin is suddenly a parental figure to the younger one #which is weird as hell #anyways. in aus where camilo and mirabel are twins honestly i prefer them to just be bruno's atp #which sucks bc i love the warm colors family but this has put me off of them for a while :/#i just want. nice julieta bonding with her daughters sometimes damn #almost like we forget who has actually stood up for mirabel (her parents) in any way whatsoever #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #however. that a bitch running around and talking shit on pepa??? why are u the way u are.#telling ppl to k*ll themselves over DISNEY? shut the fuck up

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wallflowerimagines · 1 year

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Bruno Madrigal Crush Headcannons

This man has spent a good portion of his life watching his family through walls, hoping and wishing and yearning for their happiness, even if it doesn't involve him.

Meaning? He has a staring problem.

Bruno actually caught feelings for you from a distance. You're just...so nice. Nonjudgmental. It's what drew his gaze to you in the first place, how everyone felt safe to be themselves around you. He didn't even need to interact with you to see how wonderful you are!

...Which is a problem.

Bruno refuses to approach you-- he can't. It's just not possible.

But he will watch you.

He watches the way you smile and laugh, he's hypnotized by the way your hair bounces when you walk, he wants to take his thumb and rub away the little furrow between your eyebrows that shows up when you're reading intently, kiss your lips every time you bite them--

(Or is that too much, hahahahahahahah-- Kill him, someone anyone please please please---)

Bruno is so, so awkward. While Tio Bruno is funny and adoring with his family, as well as hilariously sassy when he wants to be, people outside his social circle are Not Trusted with anything but The Madrigal Manners. Years of being accused of malicious intent makes it difficult for him to be fully himself in public, and the decades of isolation made him forget all the important social cues.

But you? He's exponentially worse around you.

The few times you've actually spoken with Bruno, he was both Supremely Polite and a Tongue Tied Disaster.

He comments on easy, obvious topics, like the weather or the weekend, but he talks so quickly he can't breathe and starts laughing at things that aren't even jokes. He'll open doors for you or pull out your chair, but will trip over the door frame or accidentally tip the chair over and scramble to pick it back up.

You make him a mess. You whip his thoughts so frothy he can barely remember what he's said, let alone focus on putting up a wall. It's incredibly endearing, and it makes his crush on you supremely obvious.

He's had one or two childhood crushes, but it has been literal decades since the last time his heart beat this fast. It was so bad that this idiot (affectionate) literally thought he was having a heart attack the first time you made eye contact with him--Fully clutching at his chest and panicking before darting away to get some help.

There is a certain amount of guilt he feels about his crush. After all, he's not exactly prime husband material. Bruno is acutely aware of how old he is, and there aren't many love stories out there for people his age(a crime imo). "The fifty year old uncle" is usually the creepy antagonist in drama, never a romantic hero. Besides that, there's the matter of his reputation. Even with the rest of the Madrigal family working to repair it, there are still parts of the Encanto that don't like the weird fortune-telling hermit that LIVED IN THE WALLS OF HIS OWN HOUSE FOR SOME REASON.

(....There is also a little bit of guilt of the Catholic variety. His thoughts about you can get pretty spicy late at night. After one of those he can't bring himself to even look at you.)

Bruno won't confess his feelings to you if he can help it. He doesn't think he deserves romantic love, especially not from someone as wonderful as you, and the last thing he wants to do is burden you with his feelings. He's been enough of a burden already. He will try to get over you before he even considers hinting that he likes you.

Unfortunately, Bruno's resolve isn't as strong as he wishes it was.

Every time he tries to suppress his feelings, someone will simply say your name in passing and it's enough to fully divert his train of thought back to how kind you are, how funny, how understanding....

Fantasies have always been a huge coping mechanism for him, but lately, baby you are the star of every. single. one.

Some are realistic: He pictures the two of you hand in hand, walking to the market, and he's somehow managed to be funny and charming enough to make you smile just for him.

Or maybe you have a suitcase packed and ready to leave the village--it's raining of course--and Bruno will run out to you, pull you into a tight embrace and kiss the idea right out of you.

He could live out his childhood dream and be the director of a theater troupe, while you, his newest actor shaking with nerves, ask him to run through your lines together. He agrees, comforts you through your stage fright, and as your practice ends the chemistry between you both is electric enough to crackle. He just knows you'll do great things together...

Bruno is his best self in every fantasy, of course, witty and charming and without a single grain of sand in his hair. Often, in private, he has his rats reenact his favorite daydreams. (Whichever Rat that plays you gets extra treats. It's the most coveted role.)

...Eventually, though, his wistful sighing and blatant eavesdropping on any conversation involving you start to get on his Family's nerves. They've been supportive of his crush--why wouldn't they be, they've met you, you're great!-- but it's also obvious Bruno is going to need a helping hand.

Mirabel in particular gets it in her head to play Cupid after she sees how happy her Tio gets talking about you. She gathers up the youngest generation of Madrigals, and all of them begin conspiring ways to push Bruno into as many situations with you as possible.

Isabella invites you over to help garden, while Luisa gets her Tio to come help her organize where the pots should go. Antonio begs you to play hide and seek with him and his animal friends, and it's not like Bruno can resist his nephew's puppy eyes either. Mirabel brings Bruno along to tell stories to some of the local village kids, and Camilo makes sure you're nearby to see his Tio in his element.

Bruno immediately picks up on the fact that his nieces and nephews are trying to meddle, but he can't find it in himself to get upset about it.

Besides, it's a little hard to think lately when so many of your pretty smiles seem to be directed at him...

...Maybe he has more of a chance than he thought? 💞

#crush headcannon #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #long #headcannon #encanto bruno

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honeylikewords · 1 year

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cubs. (jack russell)

halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.

(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )

Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.

“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”

“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”

“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”

He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.

“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?”

The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.

“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.

“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.

“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.

Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags.

The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders.

“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch.

“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”

“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”

Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace.

He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.

“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger.

He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.

This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.

“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.

“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”

His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest.

His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.

She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.

It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity.

After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.

“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”

It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--

“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”

“Oh.”

It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.

The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.

She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.

“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.

Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.

“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”

Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.

“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”

He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--

“DING.”

Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.

“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”

She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.

#werewolf by night #jack russell #jack russell x reader #wwbn #wbn #marvel #(i also see people spell his name as:)#jack russel #jack russel x reader #i cant believe it a FIC and it's a slightly RISQUE one! (this is not permission for people to send me n...s....f.......w by the way)#i just am like. in a weird state and i thought married!jack and his spouse getting to do fun halloween kissing and having baby fever would #be cute and nice ghdkhgkalhgdkhg #original #it's a little short for me (i usually like to go about 5k or more?) but this is just a Test Run #if you guys want more jack lmk and i'll hopefully be doing other jack stuff for myself so :3 anyway its 3 am now gnight

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hezekiahwakely · 19 days

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After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

#i think i had the most fun listening to hindi rap for the first time #theres just something about following the flow and beat when you cant understand the language. its really fun #sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort #also i assumed these were songs /about/ the characters and not under the conceit that these are songs the characters are listening to #just play in this space with me #tmagp #the magnus protocol #gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #samama khalid #sam khalid #celia ripley #tmagp theory #also i started writing this a few weeks ago and since then ive been listening to KR$NA obsessively lol. thank you Shahan

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