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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 6 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 29: Mask

One of the hardest things for Pepa and Bruno since they were younger was unmasking. Their mother drilled in their heads about how important it was to present oneself in a way that was appealing, and unfortunately, most of the village never found either of their behaviors to be appealing at all. They had to train themselves to pretend to be something they were not just so they could be accepted.

After Pepa and Julieta had their children, they did not want to tell them to please others like Alma told them. However, Alma insisted on making sure all of her grandchildren presented well to others like her children. That gave all the children mixed messages, but especially to Dolores, Mirabel, and Antonio. While Alma was telling them to make sure most of the village liked them, their parents encouraged them to be themselves, and the two were complete opposites of each other.

One sunny day in the Encanto, when Mirabel got home from school, she dropped her books on the couch in Casita’s living room and laid on the couch, on the verge of tears. She laid there for a half hour until Bruno walked into the living room to notice his youngest niece about to cry with exhaustion.

“What’s the matter, sobrina?” Bruno asked as he sat on the couch where Mirabel’s feet were.

Mirabel opened her eyes and looked at Bruno while still laying down. “Bruno, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure; what is it?”

“Do you remember when you were my age, and you had to mask yourself for an entire week? Was it exhausting?”

Bruno scooted closer to Mirabel. “I will tell you right now, it was. I remember when your mama, your tia, and I were your age, guiding adolescence was difficult enough as it was. But for Pepa and I, it was a lot more difficult. For a while, we didn’t know what was wrong with us, we tried so hard to fit in because our mama told us to, but we just couldn’t.”

“That sounds like how I’m feeling right now.”

“But you want to know something? Your mami was the one to give us a safe space to unmask. She would take us to the park and we would have an open space to be ourselves and let all of our emotions out.”

Mirabel sat up from the couch and gave her tio a hug. “Were you able to give Dolores a safe place to unmask when she was my age?”

“Si, Pepa wanted her daughter to not worry about her image the way she and I had to, so she would take her to the same park that Julieta took us to so she could let her own feelings out like she and I did.”

Mirabel scooted closer to her tio and gave him another hug. “If you don’t mind me asking, can we go to the park together? And maybe ask Antonio if he wants to go? I think he would appreciate the space too.”

“Sure, Mira; I saw Antonio go up to his room when you all got home. We can go get him and ask him right now.”

Mirabel and Bruno went upstairs to see if Antonio was in his room. They saw him in his bed playing with Parce and Mirabel waved to signal him. Antonio stopped what he was doing to notice Mirabel and Bruno by his door.

“Hola, Mirabel and Bruno, what’s up?”

“We want to know if you want to go to the park with us,” Mirabel replied.

“I would love to! Let’s go!”

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Once Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio got to the park, they sat underneath a tree that the triplets sat under together, and later Pepa and Dolores together. They sat in a triangle together so they could talk together.

“This is where your tia used to take your mami and me when we were younger, Tonito. Your abuela would often make sure we were being presentable to the rest of the village, and it made us feel stressed. So, Julieta took us here as a space for us to be ourselves without the fear of being judged by the rest of the village.”

“Mami told me a little bit about that. She also said she took Dolores here when she was younger too?”

“Si.”

“So… what do I do here?”

“Anything you want. It’s your space to be yourself and let your feelings out in any way you see fit.”

Mirabel then laid on the grass and screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt like they were far enough from the village that nobody but Dolores could hear her. Antonio laid down on the grass and also screamed at the top of his lungs. Bruno decided to join in with his niece and nephew and laid down on the grass to scream with them. It turned into a screaming match until they felt like they were losing their voices.

“Didn’t that feel so good?” Bruno asked as he sat up.

“It felt amazing. I feel so much better already,” Mirabel replied.

“So do I,” Antonio added.

“That was how we felt when Julieta took us here for the first time. We felt like we finally found a place where we could be ourselves and we were so grateful that Julieta brought us here to give us that space.”

“What were some other things you did together?”

“We also found a big empty space to dance around together. Julieta would join in with us all the time too.”

Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio stood up and ran from the tree to an empty space in the park where no one was and they held hands together. The uncle, niece, and nephew pulled each other in a circle and laughed together until they got dizzy and fell to the ground laying down, laughing together again.

“That felt so good!” Mirabel said as she sat up.

“Gracias, Bruno, for taking us here,” Antonio added.

“De nada, Mira and Tonito. But we’re going to have to get going. Julieta is probably cooking dinner as we speak and she’s going to wonder where we are,” Bruno said.

Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio got up from the grass and started walking back home. Like Bruno and Pepa when Julieta brought them there, and Dolores when Pepa brought her there, Mirabel and Antonio were more than grateful that Bruno brought them to the park to help them find a space to be themselves and let their feelings out.

“Can you take us every weekend, Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked.

“Absolutely, Antonio; I’m so happy you and Mirabel had a great time today and I could have some fun with you both.”

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toaverse · 2 years

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What if in the Alma and Bruno swap AU a young man finds Mirabel. He takes her with him and after she wakes up and cries confused she gradually bonds with that man treats her kindly, named Pedro. He adopts her and as time passes Mira forgets the Madrigals while a heartbroken Julieta and Agustín never got to be the same again, specially Julieta, who never stopped grieving her missing daughter and became depressed. And some time later Alma sees that cracks appear in Casita anyway...

Pedro saves the day!

When Mira woke up, she could only see blurs of green and other colors. She tried to find her glasses, but she couldn’t find them, she could only feel dirt ground…

Little Mira began to panic, calling for her mamá and papá as she shivered from the cold, but nothing…

It was then that she began to cry, only wanting her parents and to give her a hug…

But apparently, someone heard her.

Mira heard someone approach, but she couldn’t see who it was.

“Hola, niña.” She heard a man say, sounding worried. “What happened?”

It was then that Mira bursted into tears, saying that she didn’t know were she was and that she couldn’t see anything…

Hearing everything, the man, Pedro, decided to take the girl to his house and care for her. And that’s what he did.

Over time, the two formed a bond, and Mira began to see him as her Papá, forgetting about Julieta and Agustín…

Yes, Pedro did get Mira new glasses! :D

10 years passed after Alma dumped Mira in the woods, and it didn’t go well with the blue family…

Julieta, Agustín and Bruno took it the hardest. They just couldn’t understand how their daughter and granddaughter could get missing…

While Alma and the yellow family eventually moved on, the blue family and Bruno just couldn’t. They wouldn’t for 10 years…

Of course, Alma lied, saying that Mira was probably kidnapped by some greedy bastard, and everyone believed it…

But Alma’s plan would fail, as the cracks in her vision appeared in Casita anyways…

#Alma and bruno swap au #mirabel madrigal #pedro madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #answered ask #toaverse answers #encanto au

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prussianzetinkerbell · 2 years

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Basically my take on the "go on, apologize" scene

Isabela: go on, apologize

Mirabel: I. Am. Sss-horeh...

Isabela: no no use this [hands megaphone]

Mirabel: [rolls eyes] I'm sorry

Isabela: mmm no no say it again but with care and love!

Mirabel: [grunts] I'm sorry<33

Isabela: perfect! Now say it again [takes out her phone]

Mirabel: just give me a hug

#isabela madrigal #mirable madrigal #family madrigal #incorrect encanto quotes #isabela is being petty #while mirabel tries her hardest to get a hug

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

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Okay, I’m taking you up on your offer. I’d like to see the hardest Félix ever made Pepa come. Please and thank you!

You my friend, can ABSOLUTELY have that, let's go!

(ALSO listen a GOOD chunk of it is fluff before smut, so warning there. But I mean, I had to. You guys wanna skip to that? The smut starts RIGHT under the divide, you'll see it)

"My babies!! Mis angelitos!"

Mother's day was kind of a big deal in the Madrigal household, in this case, on Pepa's side of the family. Pepa was being adored by all her lovely babies, and Fèlix was ready to deal with the affects of that. As in, making sure all the kids had umbrellas, because while he loved Pepa being happy enough to hail, he didn't like his kids being pelted by the stuff. Dolores was first of course, being the oldest, to recieve her Mother's affection, even before she opened her gift.

"Mama, please, I haven't even given you your gift yet!"

"But you're so beautiful, ¡mi pequeña niña! Oh I remember you were so tiny and beautiful! Now you're beautiful and TALL! Stop it! I need you all babies again, now!"

Pepa had so much love in her poor heart, it did something to him, seeing her as such a doting mother. Felix sat down next to her, pushing some hail off the table.

"Do you want me to help you open it, Pepi?"

She nodded, right before cupping her face in her hands, oh so delicately, trying not to bawl as she called her beautiful and fantastic and her favorite daughter in the world. Félix opened the box, and pulled out what looked to be a little overcoat. It was small, yellow, and awfully fluffy. Pepa took it right from his hands, and tried not to cry further at how precious it was. Dolores tried not to laugh at how her mom was very clearly adoring her gift.

"I know you hate it when you snow, so me and Mirabel made this for you. I designed it, she helped me make it. It's small too, so you can wear it even when it's sunny."

"Lo amo tanto! It's so LOVELY! Félix, put it on me."

He helped her without question, and she damn near squealed as she hugged it, clearly just LOVING her gift. And right on cue, Camilo butted in. He HATED not having his mother's affection for too long. Félix remembered that when they were babies, Dolores and Camilo would LITERALLY fight over their mom's attention. Now that Dolores was a mature young lady, she had learned to give Camilo the attention he so desperately craved. Félix leaned down to Dolores' side, keeping his voice low as to not bother her, or interrupt his son.

"I do agree with your Mami. You grew up to be such a beautiful young woman. I love you, and you're the greatest gift your mother ever gave me."

Dolores smiled in between sips of her tea. She leaned in to kiss her dad's head, leaving a red lipstick smear against his skin.

"It helps that I had the best dad in all of Encanto."

He gave her a quick peck on her little forehead, before their attention was pretty much forced onto Camilo and Pepa. Mainly because she was fawning over her boy, and loudly.

"And my boy! My handsome boy!! Félix, look at him!!"

"I see him, mi amor."

You'd think Camilo would be old enough to be at that 'ew mom' phase. Nope. He was a mommy's boy from the day he was born, and at the moment, he was just BASKING in the attention, offering no resistance as she kissed his face, played with his hair, poked his little nose. And of course, sung his praises.

"He's so handsome and pretty and precious! Tu pelo! Tu ojos! Tu pequeñas pecas! When are you going to get a girlfriend? A boyfriend?"

"When I find someone as good looking as me."

That made her just LAUGH, and it clearly gave Camilo such a big head over it, given how much he smiled. The fact that they stopped their obviously public display within this year was miraculous. Eventually Camilo managed to slide over his gift box to her, clearly excited. It was definitely the biggest of the gifts, and Fèlix swore they got bigger and bigger every year. It was just packed to the brim with stuff. Various candies, candles, some new teas, new ribbons for her hair, and her favorite gift-a side hug from her baby.

"You deserve it all, for being the best Mami ever."

Then she cried even MORE. The pouring rain fell all over them, and Pepa's makeup started to run down her face. Félix was about to get up and get her a tissue, when Camilo pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and tried to help dab her poor tears away.

"Ya Mami, it's okay, it's okay. Let it out. Cálmate Mami, cálmate."

It took Pepa a good minute (and some smooches) to calm down, leaving the area in just a small drizzle.

"I have the world's best boy, I don't know how lucky one woman could be..."

"What about me, mama?"

The ONLY time Camilo would let Pepa give the attention to someone else, was for little Antanio. Camilo gave his mom one more kiss to her forehead, before sliding over to his dad and sister, letting his little brother have the floor. Pepa cupped his face in her hands, kissing all over his face and making him giggle.

"You're the best BABY, my little Tonito Bonito! Now What'd you get me?"

Usually Camilo was in charge of the card, but he surprisingly let his little brother take the lead on this. Antanio gave her the card, careful not to let it get wet. She opened the card, and it was turning into both rain AND hail. She showed them the card, and on it, was just the most perfect doodle of their family, and plenty of butterflies. Antanio leaned his cute little head against her, smiling at his mom.

"You're the best, mom, and you're prettier than a million butterflies!"

Oh no. Antanio, much like himself, was such a little charmer and sweetheart, he was just making her an absolute mess.

"Happy mother's day, Pepa!!"

They turned to look at Mariano, who was just. Caught in the pouring rain, using his hands to try to keep the hail from possibly giving him a concussion. Dolores immediately stepped up, sharing her umbrella with him. Pepa saw it, and tried to soothe herself, just enough for the weather not to be absolutely devastating.

"Oh...is it that time already?"

Every mother's day, the kids got to spend all the time they wanted with their mom, but once the sun set, they left for the night, so Félix could give her HIS gift. So, Mariano agreed to let Dolores, Camilo, and Antanio stay with his family. Did Félix love this guy? No. But him offering was not only sweet, but it showed his commitment to contribute, and that was a good sign. Especially given Camilo, who made it VERY clear he didn't like him. Pepa finally managed to calm down enough for just a light drizzle, offering her hand to Mariano.

"So sorry to get you all wet, mother's day is. A lot."

"No te preocupes. It's sweet. I love that my girlfriend's mother has such a big heart."

Fèlix should've warned him to not do what he did. He kissed the back of her hand, and Camilo HATED it, given how he folded his arms and scoffed. Pepa clearly didn't notice as she chuckled, fanning him away.

"Such a sweet boy...take care of my babies, please."

"They're as welcome to my home as I am to yours. You all packed? No mi vida, let me help you carry that!"

Mariano helped carry everyone's things, and Félix swore he noticed Camilo gave Mariano a LOT more to carry than what he actually needed. Right before he left, he wished the guy good luck. He waited until Camilo got a few more of Pepa's kisses in, before he finally let himself be pulled away. And with that, the kids were out of the house.

It was time for his favorite part about mother's day.

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"I swear, every mother's day just gets better and better. I love my babies so MUCH."

"You've kissed that boy a million times, I could tell, Pepi."

He chuckled. Pepi was in the other part of her room, slipping into something more comfortable, while Félix fixed up their bedroom. Lighting candles, SO many rose petals, some bottles of cider on ice (Pepa didn't drink alcohol, she didn't like what it did to her head), and of course, their toys on hand. He laid everything out, not planning to use them all, but just liked the idea of her THINKING he was going to. He thought about taking his clothes off, but settled for just showing a little more chest, knowing she loved to take it off herself.

"It's not my fault YOU gave me such a handsome boy! And he's such a good son, it just. Oh I'm gonna cry again!"

"You're going to get the sheets wet, love! And not in the fun way!"

He laughed. He tried to peek into the room, only to have her underwear thrown in his face.

"No peeking!"

"Okay okay! I'll put it in the hamper for you!"

He couldn't stop smiling. He was excited for more than just the sex. He was excited to spend time with her, uninterrupted, with her heart as full as rainclouds. He sat down on the bed, just in time for her to walk out. And good God. He was the luckiest man ever to exist. She was wearing that lingerie he bought her just a while ago, and it fit like a glove. Yellow and floral, the lace cupped her small breasts, the soft material clung to her skin, and he LOVED how the garters clung to those long legs of hers. But the sexiest part of it all? Was how she KNEW she was sexy.

He had her hands on her hips, her eyes gave him that 'damn right you're looking at me like that' look, and her lips curled into such a smile-oh she was after his heart. She let him get a good look, and even her cute little butt was tempting him.

"Te gusta?~"

He nodded so quickly, he swore he'd get a headache. He'd been married to her for years, and not ONCE had he been tired of making love to her. You'd think, that as her body grew with age, with wrinkles or old spots here and there- none of that mattered. She could be the ugliest woman ever, and he'd adore her for her heart.

He just got really lucky that she was a TOTAL fucking fox. He gestured for her to come to him, and she did just that, crawling over to his lap, swinging one leg over his, and after wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his cheek, and his forehead. He loved this part. The part where they just appreciated the fact that they were alone together. It was comfort, a little familiarity before they got down to it. He kept her hands at her hips, just as he always did.

"I love it. I love you. How do you want to do it this time?"

He felt her strum her fingers alongside his skin, clearly thinking. She then leaned down, to kiss his chest, lightly tugging at his shirt.

"You can take care of me. After I take this shirt off. I hate this shirt."

"YOU picked out my shirt."

"Well I hate it now."

He tried not to laugh. As attracted as he was to her, she was JUST as attracted to him.

"So, let you get angry at the shirt, then take over?"

"EXACTLY. Camisa estúpida, cubriendo a mi hombre."

She said it so bitterly and angrily, it was sweet. He let her almost angrily unbutton his shirt, and practically threw his shirt his shirt off to the side. She tried to hide it, but she was ABSOLUTELY checking him out right now.

"There. Better. You should just walk around like that."

He let her have a second to adore his chest. She loved letting her nails roam down his shoulders, letting them explore his chest and down to his stomach. She couldn't hide her attraction to him if she tried.

"You don't think I got fat over the years, Pepi?"

"You grew up over the years. You're a husband, a father. You have the body you NEED for it. Why, do you not think you're sexy still? If so I'm offended that you're insulting my tastes."

He tried not to blush. It was so sweet, how willing she was to compliment and comfort him on his body. He never had self confidence issues really, but in the presence of beauty like hers, a man wonders if he's good enough. He shrugged.

"You just wonder sometimes, you know. I mean look, I grew a bit of a gut. I look almost pregnant. YOU looked good while you were pregnant by the way, just beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, before leaning down to kiss his stomach.

"I know, you told me everyday. Félix, you're still sexy. If you weren't, I wouldn't be this excited to look and touch you. To sit here, and make love to you. Alright?"

He held her hand, and kissed it. His lips trailed up her arm, till he reached her shoulder.

"You're an angel, Pepa. The water and the sun to my crops."

"Aye, a few nice words and you get sappy. You feel better now?"

"Si. VERY."

"Good, now FUCK ME, Félix. If I wait any longer, I'm going to thunder."

Who was he to tell his stunning wife no? He gave her nose another kiss, before flopping her on her back, pressing her underneath his weight. She loved how big he was, he could TELL. The way her nails grazed his skin- she could never stop touching him. He let his lips kiss against her shoulder and neck, while his other fingers danced slowly down her stomach. Now Félix wasn't one to brag. BUT. He was quite talented with his fingers. She loved them, given how her frame moved in an attempt to get more of his touches.

They slid down her frame, ghosting over those pretty panties of hers. He slowly let his finger graze her pussy, and sure enough, her underwear was already just a little wet, and all they had done was some kissing. It really did something to his ego, honestly.

"You're SO excited, baby. Look at you. You're so beautiful. I NEVER get tired of looking at you. Have I told you the moment I knew I wanted to marry you?"

"MANY times. But tell me anyways. I like hearing about myself de los labios de un hombre guapo~"

He NEVER got tired of that, hearing her call him handsome. He rubbed her gently through her underwear, kissing at her neck and occasionally dragging his tongue against her skin.

"I knew I had to be your husband when I saw you create a storm. You were so ANGRY that day, because someone tore up your new dress. I remember, you way the wind whipped up your hair, the way the thunder highlighted your face-i'd stand right next to a lightning rod if it meant getting close to you, mi sol."

She was loving every minute of it. The grin on her face, the blush on her cheeks, the little rainbow dancing above her little head.

"You're such a sap, Félix...~"

"And you love it. You love listening to me. You're surprisingly crazy about me. You remember just a few days ago, you were touching yourself while we were cuddling?"

She gasped, lightly punching him on his shoulder. It was so soft, it could hardly hurt a rabbit.

"You were AWAKE? I thought you fell asleep!"

"How could I be? You were making the room so hot. Besides, how could I moan all those things for you if I was asleep?"

She wanted to retort, but her thoughts were snuffed as he grabbed her hips, and started to rub his clothed erection against her soaked, clothed pussy.

"'Aye Pepi', 'you're so beautiful Pepi', 'I want you to watch me cum mi amor'. All of that was for. Because you LIKE hearing all of that from me. And I liked giving it to you. You looked so good while you fingered yourself. Me encanta tu coño. So beautiful, just like the rest of you."

When Pepa wanted to be in charge, she was wild, furious, almost scary. Oh but when she wanted to be taken care of. She was so cute, so precious-he kept reminding him that this woman was HIS WIFE. Couldn't fathom it. He gave her thighs a light pat, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"You know what else I like about you. A part that REALLY looks good when it's red?"

She took the hint immediately. Pepa was NOT above making it clear that she wanted something, so she jumped out of bed, and let Félix sit down. He pulled off his belt, before patting his knee. She laid down right on his lap, practically giddy. Her butt was small, but it didn't matter. It was cute, and it was hers, that was all that was needed. He let his fingers roam, as if this was the first time he had seen it. Then he bundled up his belt. And let her have it. She yelped at first, a blend of surprise and absolute delight.

"You didn't WARN me! Tu culo!!"

"Think you mean TU culo, mi vida. And that's not an attitude you should be having with Papi. Try again."

He brought it down again. And again. They both knew what she had to do. She whined after the third one, already feeling the stinging aftermath on her ass. She whimpered loudly, before nodding. He couldn't see her face, but he knew her face was steaming.

"Gracias papi. ¿Puedo por favor tener más azotes?"

"Like this?"

He barely tapped her but with the leather, making her whine, even kick her feet a bit.

"No! Más duro! Please!"

He couldn't ignore such cute begging. He gave it to her again, and again, and again, loving how she kept yelling thank you's over and over again. Félix loved this. Loved she had not a care in the world. Just thoughts of her enjoying herself, and that was all he needed. He pulled down her underwear. She was so wet, her ass was on fire, he swore she even arched her back in hopes to tempt him.

"Look at you. You're so wet. You like it when Papi takes care of you. Papi can make you cum so hard, and you know that. You WANT that."

He didn't hesitate to shove both fingers into her. His fingers worked fast, making her squirm and cry out as he worked quickly, making just such a loud, wet sound, all for him. She was going to cum any second, he had been working her up for too long for her to last very long at all.

"But you can't have it. Not yet."

He pulled his fingers away, and he swore he heard thunder cracking in the distance. Oh teasing made her just SO mad. He laid her down as he got up, letting her bore holes into him in her frustration. She HATED getting all riled up, but he knew she really did like it. He didn't look at her like he knew she wanted, looking over all the toys. He picked the smallest vibrator of hers, and after turning it on, put it in her underwear, and pulled them back up. Then, he held her chin carefully, forcing her gaze upon him.

"Do. Not. Cum. Until Papi says. Alright?"

She nodded quickly, alrighty trying to obey his command, given how high he set the damn vibrator. He laid back, taking off his pants. Usually he'd let her do that, but damn it was stuffy in here, it felt like he had just gotten out of the shower. He made a 'come here' motion with her finger, and like a good girl, she crawled up to him on all fours. She stopped, nails digging into his thighs (you know your woman was sexy what THAT was enough to get your dick twitching), and looking at him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She just loved hearing him say it. He opened her mouth by pushing down her chin, and he tried not to lose it over how inviting the sight looked to him.

"You want to get off, papi goes first. So use your pretty mouth, and suck. My. Dick."

He thought that was too much for a second there, and was about to ask, only to watch as she pulled him out of his underwear confines, stroking his fat gerth in her little hand for a moment, before immediately wrapping her lips around it. But Pepa was impatient. She was drooling over him, slurping quickly, trying so desperately to get him to finish. It was good, don't get him wrong, GREAT even, but she was going to ruin this, so he grabbed her hair, and pushed her head off of him. She even growled at him, hating how he figured out her plan.

"Pepa. You're going too fast. Go slow."

"I don't LIKE slow-"

"I like slow. And since I'M in charge, I get MY dick sucked how I want. So. Go. Slow."

If Pepa had a problem with this, he'd most likely be dead, if he was being frank. But she muttered a rather pathetic sorry, before continuing, how he asked. Slowly pushing him in and out of her mouth, with his firm hand on her head to help guide her. He felt himself melt into the bed below them, and with how much sweat he was dripping, he thought he WAS actually melting. He laid there, throbbing dick stuffing her mouth fully, almost making her gag a few times. And she wanted him to finish already, he could tell from how she looked at him, how her butt lightly swayed from side to side, as if hoping he would finally let her free of her new pleasure prison. Not yet. No, he still wanted to drag his fingers through her hair, still wanted her to enjoy his taste.

And she did. She was adoring her with her little tongue, smearing her lipstick all over him, and moaning. She loved his taste, his warmth, he could see it right in those eyes. He loved going down on her, she loved tasting him just as much.

"That's it...such a good girl for Papi."

She was doing such a good job. Pepa was so sweet to him, so desperate and loving. Even now, as she drooled over him, occasionally gagging on him, she tenderly rubbed at his thighs, as if saying she loved him without actually saying it. He slowly pulled her off of him, and he tried not to instantly bust when she took the chance to wrap her lips around his balls. Naughty girl even squeezed them with her hand, knowing damn well that usually got to him.

"Mierda mierda- you WANT to be a naughty girl so bad. Alright, I'll treat you bad. Up."

She lifted her head up, not bothering to wipe the smeared makeup and drool on her face. He picked up his belt again, tying it around her neck, and yanking. Watching her jump as she swore in surprise was just the cutest thing. He was about to continue, but the only thing fatter than his dick (and his belly honestly) was his heart.

"I know you didn't say the safe word but- Es esto demasiado?"

With a light shake of her head, he wrapped her new leash around his head, and pulled. She obeyed well, making it easy for him to pull her onto his lap. He didn't even need to tell her to grind on his hard cock, practically making him jump as that vibrator, still in her panties, made contact. He quickly pulled her up, practically yanking her panties off. She was literally dripping wet on his dick, fluids making him twitch. He lifted his up, tip pressed right up against her wet, hairy pussy. He yanked the leash, keeping her from just jumping on him.

"Hold on. I know you can't wait, I know it's...hard. But I want you to go slow. Be a good girl, and sink down slow. I want to watch."

She listened. His tip pushed into her entrance, and she ever so slowly sank down on him. Her pussy was so tight, it took everything in him not to finish, but every little thing she was doing wasn't helping. He was throbbing, his balls were tightening. And she even had the nerve to look at him, with big puppy dog eyes, and beg in that voice that she knew DAMN well he found sexy.

"Por favor córrete sobre mí. He sido bueno, merezco un coño lleno~"

The idea sounded REALLY good. The idea of stuffing her pussy with cum, to have her ride him till she finally got to cum too. But that'd be too easy. He wanted her to do more than just have her cum. He wanted her to scream. He kept one hand on the leash, one hand around her frame, and he started to fuck her. He hungrily kissed at her shoulder as his dick pounded her pretty pussy, keeping his voice just as how she liked it.

"Don't worry. I'll cum in you. I'll cum in that pussy, stuff all of it deep inside of you. You want that don't you? Who loves my cum?"

She whimpered that it was her, but that wasn't loud enough for him. He yanked at her leash, tightening around her neck for just a moment. She swallowed, before nodding, taking the hint.

"Me encanta tu semen! Me encanta tu cun Fèlix, por favor! ¡Usa a tu niña buena para sentirte bien!"

She was so beautiful. Listening to her beg for him, listening as she used herself to please him, it was like a beautiful song, written just for him. He couldn't hold it anymore. He finally bucked his hips up, and came. She whimpered once she felt it, still riding him as he came and milking him for all the love he had. And Fèlix had SO much love to give. He forced her to stop moving, just for a second, letting his balls empty right into her. Fèlix had heard stories, wives hating when their man didn't 'pull out'. But not Pepa. She loved his cum inside of her. Hell, he remembered once they had a fight when he said he DIDN'T want to finish inside.

She relished in his cum. Loved how the hot cream stuffed her like the prettiest dessert you'd ever see. It was almost enough for her to finish. Almost. He sat there for a minute, panting up a storm. The steam in this room was always a lot for him, and feeling the sweat cling to his body was nice, but a lot for him. He contemplated taking a nap, honestly, before hearing his wife yet again.

"Fèlix...please. I've been good. I need Papi's hands..."

She looked almost sad, it tore his heart in two. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to snap him out of it.

"Sorry, sorry. You're a LOT for me sometimes, need to BREATHE."

He chuckled. She was about to ask if he needed her to finish herself off, he could tell, but he was having none of that. Cock still inside her, Felix reached over to rub her clit in little circles. He did it fast this time, just how she liked. He nibbled her ear, making her mewl for him like a little kitten.

"That's it. You HAVE been so good. Such a beautiful wife I have. So talented and incredible. And SO sexy. You handle my cock so perfectly, and you LOVE my cum-I could touch myself thinking about you. But right now, I'm touching YOU,"

He paused as he smacked her pussy, making her yelp. Oh she loved it when he did that, and him rendering her immobile with that belt was just the sweet, thick icing on the cake.

"And I'm making YOU cum. Come on, be good to me, mi reina sexy. Let me watch you cum. Make a mess. For me. Let me watch. Give it to me."

His fingers moved oh so fast for her, his slaps were relentless and sharp, his voice was as doting and loving and genuine as he could make it. Then, she came. It was beautiful, listening to her scream her name for him, watching her buck her hips against his hand as she just ruined it with her fluids. She went limp right after, down for the count. He held her, gently stroking her cheek with his hands, careful, as if she was a delicate snowflake. She basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, before sighing loudly.

"Santa mierda..."

Félix tried not to laugh. Now THIS was a happy wife right here.

"I did okay, yeah?"

"Fèlix, that was...perfect. Fuck I don't think I can even unfurl my toes."

They both chuckled at that, though it was a very tired, worn out chuckle. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"That's ALL I ever want, my Pepi. The only thing I want is for you, and our babies to be happy. And I'll make love to you over and over again to prove it. Do I need to be softer next time, though? Was the belt too rough?"

She chuckled, letting her fingers dance up his chest.

"No no. I liked it. It was different. And you DO make me and the babies happy. You think we could have another?"

She let her hand stroke her stomach, and he watched as the cum slowly seeped out of her. He shrugged, lightly fiddling with one strand of her gorgeous hair.

"Pepa I'd love to have another baby. I'd give you a million babies."

"You would?"

He knew that look on her face. This woman fucks like a damn rabbit, so she wasn't at all surprised when she pushed him on his back with surprising force. Then she sat right on him, giving him a full view of just the most gorgeous woman you'll ever see. He nodded, taking a hold of her hips, just in case she fell off.

"Si. Is that what you want? More babies? I'll take care of you, you know that. I'll give you everything. Any craving you want, every foot massage, every moment of me making love to you- I'll give it to you."

She seemed to think about it for a moment. He watched as she took off that belt from her neck (he wasn't gonna lie, that bruise on her pretty neck did something to him), and slowly started to wrap it around his own neck.

"You'll give me more beautiful babies? I want more. I want more sons that look as handsome as you."

"And I want another girl that's as beautiful and lovely as you."

"Well then,"

She yanked him, and he tried not to swoon as the leather tightened against his neck. Oh she was going to DRAIN him.

"We better get started~"

And he was READY for it.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #when felix is in charge #its like one or two REALLY intense orgasms #while if PEPA is in charge #its MANY of them rather quickly #kills them both and they love it

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The night was hard. But the day after was the hardest. Not even a stir from the nursery could be heard and Dolores really tried. They even worried that she wasn’t in the room. Not until Julieta walked up the stairs with a plate of Arepas. The door opened and a pair of arms hugged around her mothers waist. No glasses on her face to smush. Just tear stain cheeks.

While the others had chores to do, Julieta opted to stay with her daughter. As did Augustine. Alma insisted. It would be a long day for everyone.

Isabella felt horrible. Earlier in the day, she had been picking on her little sister. Teasing her about the her nerves. As if she didn’t experience the same fear. She loved her family and all she wanted to do was support them. Her gift was helpful and now what everyone feared has finally happened. Her little sister didn’t get a gift. What that would mean for everyone was still up for debate. But she knew it wouldn’t make her life any easier. Abuela dotted on her perfection. Guilt slowly knocked away into frustration and anger. Now that there was a failure, she didn’t have anything or anyone else to fall back on. At least Luisa had a gift. A useful one at that. She could fall back on her if she needed too. If she needed a moment away from Abuelas overbearing nature. Guess she would have to put up with it.

Luisa genuinely felt awful. She couldn’t imagine not having her gift after having it for years. But perhaps it would be easier this way. There was no reason for Mirabel to really feel like she missed out because she never had it to begin with? Maybe it was wishful thinking. There was no way that she would be able to feel what Mirabel feels like. She couldn’t even remember a time when she didn’t have her gifts. Still, she couldn’t stand the look her sister had whenever her door disappeared. It took a lot out of her not to run up and comfort her younger sister. Just as she does her older sister. But the towns people needed to be distracted. And Isabel and Luisa were the perfect candidates.

Dolores couldn’t stop hearing the gossip. The mean words. The worries of the towns people. And Abuela wanted to know all the worries. Everything the people had to say. She just wanted to curl up and block out everyone. Especially Mirabels sobs of confusion. Why wasn’t she allowed a gift? No one knows. Abuela didn’t even know. But she certainly asked Tio Bruno for insight on the topic. His vision almost flooded out the voices. The sand swirling around him. She was sure he was double, no, triple checking. All she wanted to do was block out everyone.

Camilo felt awful for feeling relieved. It could have been him. He was lucky enough to have been born first. To have his gift first. He felt relieved then guilty. That was his prima and he was more concerned about the gift. It was rough work, yeah, but it was what made him special. He was able to show off to the towns people. Especially the other kids. It was helpful when they played football. He was terrible, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved that it wasn’t him.

Pepa and Felix had no idea how to talk to Julieta and Augustine about this incident. It has never happened in the years of giving gifts. Mirabel deserved a gift. She was so sweet and helpful. Why didn’t she get one? Felix had spent the majority of the night trying to help Pepa through the anxiety of what it meant for the rest of the family as well. He faced the thunder and lightening that struck across their shared room. He didn’t even care that he got wet with the rain. Pepa tried her best, seeing her amor being pelted with everything that ran through her mind. But how could they openly talk about this? How could she console her sister in this troubling time?

Bruno spent the majority of the night checking the future of Mirabel. He wanted to know if she would be ok. What he needed to look for. His Mama asked him to check on the gift. But why? If the gift disappeared from everyone, would it really be so bad? People have lived before the Miracle, surely they could live without it. But in his vision, Mirabel was older and somehow saving and destroying the miracle. It was different. He couldn’t tell which it would be. He tired and tried to find something different. Something that would tell him an answer. But all that showed up in the emerald glass was changing vision. He couldn’t let her suffer any kind of scrutiny from his vision. It was then he decided to leave his Familia. For the sake of his Sobrina, he would. He loved his family dearly. But he would never forgive himself if any kind of harm were to come to Mirabel.

Alma wasn’t sure how to handle the gossip. The fears and concerns of a Madrigal without a gift. She listened to those who had something to say. Not that she needed to, Dolores told her everything. But what was an appropriate answer? Was the miracle fading? Were they in danger of losing their home? There was no way she could face another heartache like that. It happened when her children were babies. They wouldn’t remember it, but her children were grown. Her children have children. Where would they go? No. She had to hold out hope. Her Brunito would find out what was happening.

The nursery had already been packed, ready to move into Mirabels new room. Her stuffed animals and blankets. Her clothes and sandals. Everything. Some boxes were torn open, and upon looking at the young girls bed, it was apparent why. On her bed was a cotton blanket, stripped with black and white. Balled up just where the girl had been before she opened the door for her Mami.

Julieta had brought up some breakfast. Hoping that her food could help. Sometimes it did and sometimes it didn’t. She wasn’t sure if her gift just excluded emotional wounds, but some food would defiantly be good for her Niña.

Augustine tried his best to console his child. He wasn’t to familiar with the why of this process. Why did it have to be the childrens 5th birthday? Why was it important that a child get a gift and become so adult over it? They were children. They are children. But it meant the world to Mirabel. And he tried his hardest to explain that the gift isn’t what made her special. She is special.

But all the love and care in the world still left her feeling empty. As if she failed her family. La familia Madrigal would never be the same. She couldn’t help provide for Encanto. She couldn’t help grow the miracle.

Was she broken?

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