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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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...What about Felix and Pepa doing roleplay? Or using costumes like Pepa dressing up in a bunny suit for Felix or as a maid or something?

Okay so spoiler for what I decided to do here, because we have ART TO GO WITH IT! Everyone please give a huge thanks to @mswong for contributing to this idea! They haven't read it yet, so hopefully the writing is a pleasant surprise! With that, enjoy! (Two other pictures are after the cut, just thought this one would 'draw' you in ;))

Luisa had just started working at this specific club, and the whole family was very supportive of her. Hell, it was quickly turning into Félix's favorite place. The drinks were nice, the bar food was fatty and greasy and salty (like bar food should be), and he gets to check up on his precious sobrina. She was always 'the sensitive kid' growing up, so everyone was a bit protective of her, even though she could topple mountains with one hand. He got into a seat fairly easily, and took a look around.

This was usually a place for women to love women, but once a week they catered to men, and of course, the guys were total hounds. He remembered when he was like that.

"And what can I get you, niño bonito?"

"Oh I was waiting for my-Pepa?"

Holy shit. His wife was standing right there, dressed in their uniform. She rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip.

"Luisa had to step out for an emergency, so I stepped in for her. I'm lucky they had an outfit in my size."

Félix gave her a look over and whistled. Damn, that leather one piece hugged her frame, those cute bunny ears looked adorable on her head, and those fishnet stockings were just gonna be the death of him, blackness contrasting so nicely with her usually fair skin. He chuckled, making a rotating motion with his finger.

"Hold on, hold on. Twirl for me, let papi get a look at you~"

She tried to make it sound like she was complaining, but her slight smirk betrayed her. She did as he said, keeping it slow so he could take it all in. They even gave her a cotton tail to go on that ass he loved so much. It was like a bow on a present, and he was ready to tear into her.

"Daaaamn mami, who told you to look this good?"

She chuckled, lightly pushing his ever adoring face away from her. He swore her cheeks were just a touch misty.

"Callarse! I'm trying to work here. Now what do you want?"

"I want you to sit on my lap while you take my order."

"I'm not gonna do that."

Félix gestured to the other girls doing just that with other men, grinning smugly.

"Yeah you are. Come here, I know it's your favorite seat."

Pepa tried yet again to look disinterested, but she sat on his knee anyway, wrapping an arm around him to keep herself upright, while he had his hand on the small of her back.

"Alright, I'm here. Ugh, you're liking this."

"Course I am. This was such a nice surprise, seeing my wife look so damn good~...how many men have been looking at you tonight?"

She craned her neck back to allow him to have a few kisses, seeming to love the greedy eyes of others.

"So far? Ten. And you're making them all jealous."

He scanned the room, and sure enough, a number of eyes were on them. He knew why they were excited, the idea of a beautiful woman like her getting just an ounce of pleasure was like throwing fish into shark infested waters. They'd absolutely steal her from him if they could. He chuckled, giving her another kiss, then another, letting his lips trail down to her collarbone. Something about the atmosphere in here just made a man go absolutely nuts.

"Let them be jealous. They want you, but they can't have you, Señorita. You're mine."

She gave him that all too familiar look. Sometimes, when they both went out, they acted like they were strangers to each other, just to get into each other's pants. She LOVED that little game.

"So you say, hombre. But you don't even know my name."

"I'd like to. Here, I'll start. You can call me Papi~"

She laughed at that, lightly shoving his face away by pushing his shoulder.

"You talk too much, has anyone ever told you that?"

"I mean, my lips can do more things, if you're that tired of hearing my voice."

He tried to score himself a kiss, only to have it blocked by the menu she pulled up for him. Ah, she was never easy with him, he loved that in a woman.

"You could use your voice to get your drink. Make it quick."

"You rude to all the customers, or am I just special?"

That face she made meant he was serious. But he knew his wife hated working. He pretended to look confused at the menu, before she scoffed.

"What is it?"

"I have a few questions, about this here. Here, let me help you so you can see what I mean."

He gave her just a bit of a push, making her sit fully on his lap. It was a risky move, but worth it. Not just because he knew Pepa liked bold action, but because she could totally feel his boner as she practically sat on him. He heard that cute little squeak of hers upon realizing it, and he knew he had her. She held onto his thighs, and started to rub her little cotton tail ass against him, trying to be discreet with it.

"I can see why it'd be...hard, for you to understand. Which part confused you?"

He put his chin on her shoulder, acting as if he was just trying to read the menu now in her hands. He was fighting every urge not to buck against her, though he knew even just humping her clothed ass would be enough for him.

"Well you see, I was looking for something specific. Something...sweet. I love sweet things I can just...sink my teeth into."

He kissed at her shoulder, once, twice, and by the third kiss, he used just a slight scraping of his teeth, and that made the poor thing bite her bottom lip.

"Mmm, I like sweet things too. I've always been a fan of chocolate. And lots of it."

He was going to mourn the loss of stimulation when she got up a bit, only to try to cover his mouth in surprise as she un did the botton on his pants. She pulled out his cock, and sat back down, tightening her perfect legs around it. She rubbed her legs together, slowly, sliding her warmth together and smothering his poor cock. Holy shit, she was giving him a thigh job, right here, where anyone could possibly see. He should tell her to stop, but it felt too good for him to see common sense.

"Fucking shit- you're killing Papi here. Please, tell me your name, I want to moan it for you."

She seemed to think about it, before reaching behind her to gently stroke his chin, like he was a dog. She always did that when she was contemplating whether or not she should give him something he clearly wanted.

"Mmm...you go first. I'll see if you're worth my time."

"Señorita, I'm more than worth your time,"

He grabbed the end of her braid, and gave it a sharp tug, making her yelp in delight, before covering her mouth. Oh the mist on her poor cheeks. She could never keep quiet when you pulled that long, pretty hair of hers. He kissed her shoulder again, as if begging for forgiveness.

"But you don't seem like the type of lady who likes to lose, so I'll tell you anyway. I'm Félix."

He didn't know if she clenched her legs tighter to smother his poor cock, or to try to not feel aroused by him. Either way, he was throbbing at this point. The possibility of getting caught, his wife playing a silly little game, and these stupid fucking stockings on those gorgeous legs. Seriously, prettiest legs in the entire Encanto.

"Hmm. Félix~"

She moaned his name for him, and you swore you've never heard a sweeter sound. He nodded, taking her hand to kiss the back of it. Just because he wanted to cum all over her, didn't mean he could forget his manners.

"Si. And that name sounds SO sweet from your pretty lips. I can show you what yours sounds like, if you tell me."

Just because she already won, didn’t mean she'd be so kind. She'd continue to sit there, letting him swear under his breath as those thighs continued to move just right. He bet those stockings would look so good, covered in his cum.

"Well, Félix,"

He watched her in almost fascination as she spit on the cock between her legs, and rubbed it into him, fingers firm against his tip. It took everything in him NOT to thank her and beg her to keep going.

"I'm Pepa. It's nice to meet you."

"Mierda, Pepa,"

He said her name in the most desperate way he could, enough to grant him just a quick glance from those pretty eyes.

"It's SO nice to know the name of such a pretty woman."

He wanted to resist, but was unable. He reached between them, and grabbed her ass. He swore he heard a bolt of thunder somewhere upon her jumping in surprise. He shouldn't expect anything less, Pepa LOVED his hands on her pretty little ass.

"Say, Félix, you need to...use the bathroom, right?"

"...Pepa I'll try a lot of things but piss isn't one of them."

"No, tonto,"

She used her lips to gesture to the bathroom, and it clicked.

"I MEAN, you need me to show you to the bathrooms, right?"

He nodded quickly, immediately interested in the idea of getting some one on one time with the sexiest waitress he's ever seen. Pepa got off of his lap, and led him there by his hand. He tried to put himself away, but Pepa barked at him to leave it. Here he was, being led to the bathroom, dick hanging out. Someone could notice so fucking easily, and his wife would have no shame if he got caught. And god was it sexy. They made it to the bathroom, and as soon as they locked it, he wrapped his arms around Pepa, and pulled her into a kiss.

A kiss that was full of heated breath, of lipgloss that tasted so sweet against his tongue.

"S-should we get a stall?"

"Fuck the stall, I'm taking you here."

She yelped in surprise when he turned her around, and bent her over the sink. He parted the part of the outfit that covered her crotch, and she gasped as he accidentally ripped the fishnets in an effort to feel them further.

"You IDIOT! You ripped my-"

"I'm gonna rip that fucking pussy if you don't start being sweet to me, Pepa."

He was already fucking hard, she was already soaked and bent over. He could finger her, be nice to that pussy, but his cock was taking over, and it decided no more waiting. He squeezed her hips, and slid himself inside of her. He watched her expression in the mirror, and it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't so nasty, and met his eyes with a pleading look. One a man just couldn't say no to.

"Félix, por favor, dámelo."

"You want it, Pepi? You got it."

He didn't hold back. He held onto her wrists, her skin warm and the sink cold, even within the quickly steaming room. She was helpless under him, face red, eyes lost in a haze. The empty bathroom made the sound of his thrusts so loud, and he knew she loved it, he could hear the whimpering leave her pretty lips.

"This b-better not be how you tip other waitresses."

He swore she melted as he leaned over her, putting his weight on top of her. She always did like how heavyset he was, it made her feel dominated over, and he wasn't gonna lie and say that totally didn't give him a big head.

"Just the one's that have the most perfect pussy. Just the one's that take me as well as you do. Dios, you're such a tight little bunny, aren't you?"

She didn’t want to like this, because she found this humiliating, but she was adoring it. He could feel it from how weak she was in his arms.

"Eres un pervertido!"

"Oh I'm the pervert? Says the girl who begs when I do this."

He let go of one of her hands, and brought an open palm to her ass. Nothing made a bad girl behave, quite like a good, firm spanking. The sound was so loud in the room, and it unraveled her. She cried out after each one, begging for more and more, till her ass was raw and red with his hand print. It wasn't just her ass that was blissfully suffering. It was her ever sopping wet pussy staining the floor, weak from being stretched by him. Sweat made little strands of hair cling to her pretty face, and she was drooling into the sink in front of her.

"P-please, more, PLEASE!"

"You want it all, don't you? You want Papi to breed that little bunny pussy?"

She nodded eagerly, and Félix's hand moved from her ass, to roughly cupping one of her breasts, before shoving two of his fingers in her pretty little mouth. He could feel her little tongue trying to taste him, her little lips trying to suck on them. How cute. Félix bucked into her, each thrust forcing drops to add to the pile on the floor.

"Shhh. Ya, it's okay. Papi is gonna breed that pussy, and give you so many little bunnies. Keep your eyes open. I want you to see the second I fucking cum inside of you."

He didn't know why, but he was absolutely OBSESSED with this bunny thing. Just the way it hugged her body, the way the ears flopped as she got fucked, the way he could see her cute little cotton tail above the ass he was fucking. Even the way he sank his teeth into the stupid fur in a moment of impulse drove him absolutely crazy. Such a helpless, sweet little bunny, all for him. He came in an instant, practically hissing as his cum poured into her.

It was precious, watching her watch herself get the load she oh so deserved. She loved it, he could tell from the way her pretty eyelids fluttered. But they weren't done. She still had to cum. She was close, on the very brink. So he pulled himself out, let go of her other hand, and stuffed two fingers into her pussy. His cum was still hot inside of her, and the mixture of both of their fluids trickled down his hand.

"Come on. Be a pretty bunny and cum for me. You feel all that cum inside of you, can you imagine all the bunnies you'll have? I'll even give you more if you want. You just,"

His fingers were making her practically scream against the fingers already in her mouth. She was so close, she was practically crying for it.

"Need to cum. Show me you want it. Come on, you hear me fucking that pussy with my fingers. Give it to me. Now."

The sound was fast, loud, wet, only coming to a stop when she finally DID cum. Her cry was muffled against his fingers, but he could see it-he hit just the right spot. And he didn't stop, not until that whimper of overstimulation hit his ears. He pulled all of his fingers away, finally letting the poor thing breathe. She was a mess; still bent over the sink, stockings torn and pussy still leaking with cum, and her face was covered with drool, ruined makeup from her tears. She was a dream. She met his eyes through the mirror, legs a bit too shakey to turn around.

"I...I should take this outfit home."

"You absolutely should. Assume you aren't fired after this."

"Oh Dios-how long have we been in here?"

"About twenty minutes."

They both jumped as some woman came out of one of the stalls, a bit sheepishly. An employee, given her similar attire. Damn women made the bunny thing look good.

"Sorry I uh. Didn't wanna make things awkward. Can I just wash my hands now?"

Félix tried to cover his wife with his frame as he gestured to the other sink. There was an uncomfortable moment where she washed her hands, before she leaned over to look at Pepa.

"You guys an official thing, or is he available?"

"Married, actually."

"Well shoot, I need me a man that can last that fucking long. And don't worry, I won't tell Luisa."

She walked out without too much fanfare, and Félix grinned at her.

"Did I just get hit on by another bunny-"

"That's it, I'm banning you from here."

#not transformers #asks #lemon #i too #would like to be bent over a sink and creampied by Félix #girl got some frosting in that carrot cake-#encanto #seriously thank u bitch this is a DELIGHT

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spymeister · 2 years

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Putting this under a cut, cause it’s some heavy shit. Warnings will be in the tag. Read at your own risk, babes.

As someone who has personally experienced different forms of PTSD- I think about Jazz having to deal with different forms of trauma with his profession. There are going to be things he’s never going to be able to tell anyone because of NDA’s and other gag orders. There are things he experienced that no one’s going to be able to relate to because he can’t say anything about them.

He’s maladaptive when it comes to coping, and for some things- he doesn’t cope at all. It’s made me wonder how an entire army of mechanisms like this on either side could even function for any length of time without going insane. Jazz’s mal-adaptive coping mechanisms are everything from deliberately throwing himself into danger with no thought to personal life and safety.

To attempting to find a connection through berth-hopping because he’s forgotten what intimacy and safety feels like.

Everyone sees a rather well adjusted individual- but it’s all a veneer. Underneath is a ball of anxiety, abandonment issues, non-deliberate cruelty, heavy institutionalization, forced conformity, and a certain amount of emotional trauma, abuse, and starvation. That’s not even combined with the verbal, mental, and physical abuse at the hands of others.

Then we add into the breach of self with interrogations designed to break individuals down without thought of how to build them back up. The violation of frame, self, and processor.

It just... makes me wonder how do you endure all of that, for years on end- and then come out still somewhat functional. It’s a goddamned miracle.

I experienced physical, emotional, verbal, and mental abuse at the hands of people I cared about. One was a parent, the other was a loved one at the time. I know what it’s like to be afraid- to have to schedule my entire life around the whims and temper of another person in the hopes I won’t get hurt, or my things won’t get broken, or I won’t be told how useless I am. I don’t know near the amount of abuse someone like Jazz has likely suffered in the times he’s been alive- even if it was done during war.

Combat PTSD is something I DON’T have, but I HAVE seen the effects of it- and lived with someone who had a raging case of it from six different tours of combat in six different battlefield situations. Playing a character like this, who very much has a very good-natured persona is interesting- especially when you start diving down into the meat of them.

If you’ve made it to the end of this tangent, I applaud you. I can’t even remember where this was going, other than just extrapolating my thoughts about the character and his experiences. And how often he might allow someone to see these little jaggedy edges that he holds- in the hopes they’ll stay despite them.

#I too #have abandonment issues #and I've had them for a while #because until my wife #no one ever stayed with me long term #not even my grandmother #and the SO we both shared #broke us down until we couldn't think without making sure we weren't going to upset them first #abuse mention #abuse talk #survivors of abuse talk #content and trigger warnings #content warning: abuse #trigger warning: abuse and domestic violence #etc #just a stream of chat thought #OOC - Jazzmun Speaks - OOC

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