Summary: The gang was in for a surprise when a friend of theirs that has been streaming with them for a long time reveals she is the mother of an adorable little boy. Almost a year later we get to see how her situation has progressed, now that she’s got the small family she’s always dreamed of.
Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this lovely request, I couldn’t wait to get to it the second I saw it in my inbox but I’m very sorry I couldn’t write and post it sooner. I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤
How it started: Ten months ago
“It was Y/N. She had killed Leslie and was about to vent when I came in.“ Corpse states firmly, an accusatory tone at play to make his statement as believable as possible as to grant him survival in this round. Or, more specifically, to help him get away with the murder he just committed. Poor Leslie is rolling around in her grave - screaming on her stream is more accurate though.
“What?! That makes no sense! Guys, listen to me! I walked into Electrical and found Leslie already dead and Mr. Accuser over here standing over her body. There was another body in there, by the way! I think it was Toast.“ The accused, aforementioned Y/N narrows her eyes at the screen, scanning the names of the four deceased players among which are Leslie, Jack, Sykkuno and Toast.
Rae, Felix, Dave and Jaiden are left puzzled. Well, maybe not Felix, considering he’s Corpse’s accomplice, aka the murderer behind Toast’s dismay.
“No offense, Y/N, but I think you faked that task in Navigation. Just throwing that out there.“ Said accomplice rushes to his fellow villain’s aid, dropping his cents in the ring rather innocently, almost like an actual concerned crewmate rather than an impostor with an agenda.
“Oh bullshit!” She exclaims, the sound of her knuckles cracking with frustration almost sending Corpse toppling over with laughter, however he remains serious - as serious as one can be in this situation, he’s surprised he’s even keeping a straight face.
If he’s being honest, he was hoping she’d be the one to walk in on the aftermath of his and Felix’s rampage on the couple in Electrical just so this bicker session could take place, just so he could vex her. It’s the equivalent of boys mocking and teasing girls they have crushes on in middle school - pulling their hair, throwing paper balls at them, pushing them on the playground - it’s that childish playful type flirting just remote and a bit more appropriate for adults - Corpse’s opinion, don’t shoot the narrator.
Not that he’d ever admit this pattern of habit is meant to grab Y/N’s attention in that specific way. Hell, he had a hard time admitting it even to himself let alone to someone who’s dare confront him about it. Felix is probably sensing a thing or two with Rae a step ahead of him but both of them have kept silent on the subject as of now.
Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕
Do I think, since he’s a stray, everyone of those names was a different name from a different person who would leave food out for him or take care of him in general? Like one lady called him Abraham and another little boy called him delacey and so on?
NSFW, soft dom bruno, afab reader with gender neutral pronouns, light breeding kink
summary: reader has had a crush on bruno based on pictures and paintings they have seen of him growing up. little do they know, bruno has had his own little crush of sorts.
bruno had just shut the door to his room, and his ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. he couldn't quite place it, but he was sure he had heard it before. he was still getting used to being expected in the house, and he had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he could just openly wander the house now; so, without thinking, he found himself sneaking down the balcony and towards the foyer of the casita.
he crept, slowly and deliberately, closer to the sounds of chit-chat coming from the foyer, between whoever had come in and, apparently, delores. it had to be delores; they said her name. when bruno finally got to the staircase that led up to the balconies of la casita, he looked down it to see...
you. delores too, of course, but you. you looked familiar; just the image of you gave his stomach butterflies but he didn't quite know why. however, in the middle of your conversation about how happy you were to come spend the night at the casita with her again, his eyes adjusted to your facial features, and it hit him. like a ton of bricks.
you were you. that you.
the you that had been staying with delores in the casita for at least the past 10 years that he was gone for. the you that he had caught himself watching tentatively from the cracks in the walls, every time he heard you. the you that, in the past 3 or 4 years, he found himself growing fonder and fonder of, obsessing over more and more, and, well...
the you that, for the past 3 years, he found himself watching as you sat at the dining room table, eating midnight snacks or getting drinks of water, while he had one hand over his mouth and the other stuffed disgustingly in the front of his trousers.
bruno felt his face heat up tremendously but he couldn't take his eyes off you, and when you noticed him standing at the top of the stairs, he nearly jumped out of his skin. had he been staring that long?
"so this is the famous tío bruno?" you asked, a grin growing on your face as you looked up at him. "yep! he's back home. safe." delores responded.
dolores led you up the stairs, and bruno's heart began beating out of his chest as you got closer. she could hear it, of course; you saw her face contort with confusion out of the corner of your eye. he was standing like a deer in headlights.
"it's so nice to finally meet you!" you beamed at him once you finally met him at the top, nearly face-to-face. when he put on a (nervous) smile and reached out to shake your hand, you scooped him up in a tight hug. "i've heard so much about you. i'm so happy you're safe." you gave him a pat on the back before pulling away, bidding him goodbye and making your way to dolores' room with her.
bruno just stood there, stunned. and flustered.
god, he was so flustered.
he finally got to see your face up-close and he didn't know how to process that information. every feature of your face was so much more pleasing to the eye than he could ever imagine. the way your eyes twinkled when you saw him, the way your lips curled into a smile as you spoke, the way your face was settled in such a kind expression despite this being the first time you ever met him after years of hearing bad things about him...
and years of him watching you, years of him finding convenient places in the walls to look at you while you wandered the house at night, at times where no-one else in la familia madrigal was awake. years of him hoping that delores wouldn't hear the slick sounds of his spit-covered hand stroking up and down at a pace so quick it had to have been painful -- or at least that she didn't realize that she only ever heard those sounds when her friends were over for the night.
bruno shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. he had to stop his mind from wandering...especially now that he was tugging at the bottom hem of his worn out ruana to make sure that the crotch of his trousers was completely covered. he couldn't even remember what he was doing. why was he standing at the top of the stairs again? where was he even going to begin with?
he took a deep breath and looked around, and when he saw nobody in sight he made his way back to his room.
at around 11pm though, he remembered why he had come down from his room. he was thirsty. thirsty like crazy.
well, to be honest, he had remembered within 5 or 10 minutes of going back to his room. but he was too scared to see you again, and that was about 4 hours ago. at this point, though, he was unable to take it any longer. his mouth was full of cotton and he was legitimately starting to feel sluggish. so, he made it a point to be quiet and stealthy as he made his way down to the kitchen for a drink.
everyone else was asleep; bruno knew you were prone to staying up late, but something in him was hoping you had changed your sleep schedule since he last saw you. sure, it had only been since right before la casita fell, which wasn't long; but weirder things have happened, right?
wrong.
as he gulped and stepped foot in the kitchen, there you were, standing by the sink with a leftover garulla from dinner in your hand and a glass of water placed on the counter next to you. the bright moon coming in through the kitchen window danced on your face as you took little bites. bruno froze in place, trying hard not to breathe or even blink loudly. he didn't think you'd heard him; maybe he could just turn around and leave. you would go home eventually and he could drink water then.
you turned around just as he had come to that conclusion, though, and a smile grew on your face once more as you laid eyes on him. "hey, sorry. i'm a night owl. don't mind me." you greeted him, a warm expression on your face as you took another bite of your garulla and stepped away from the sink with your glass of water. he felt his heart speed up again as his eyes scanned your face and he tried to look for something to say.
"it's...it's alright." bruno responded, picking at his fingernails and making his way towards the sink, casita getting him a glass for his water. his throat was so dry that it came out like he was a man on his deathbed. "are you alright?" you asked, with genuine concern in your voice.
sure, you'd only just met him today, and this was your first time hearing his voice at all; but you had to admit, growing up around dolores and isabel, you were highly exposed to the paintings and murals of la familia madrigal...and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have the biggest crush on him for all of your teen years.
so, you watched him, intently as he formed his mouth to find something to say. his responses were delayed every time; maybe he was getting used to talking to people after not being around them for 10 years. it took him a good few beats before he uttered an "i'm okay, thank you" and turned on the faucet for his glass of water.
bruno was so desperate for this water it was unreal. it felt like it took 20 minutes for the glass to get full, never taking his eyes off of it as he waited for it to draw up. and when it finally did, he threw it back like he was taking shots. you watched, unable to take your eyes off him as he swallowed big gulps of water, hardly taking a moment to breathe between each one, water spilling all down his chin. he got to the bottom of the glass in under a minute and slammed it down on the kitchen counter, and was now taking in quick, heavy breaths.
and he felt your eyes on him. he could feel your eyes boring into him from across the kitchen, but when he turned to look at you, you quickly shot your gaze in another direction. bruno could see that you were squeezing your legs together tightly; he felt his heart skip a beat when he finally processed the situation. between your beet red face, your avoidance of eye contact, and the way you were tugging at the bottom of your sleep shirt, it hit him like a ton of bricks what you were thinking.
and when he realized, he felt a lump form in his throat. his head started to spin as he thought about what was happening. were you seriously looking at him like that? there was no way, right?
but the look on your face was telling on itself. even more telltale was when you noticed that he was studying your reaction and you stuttered out a "h-hey, stop looking at me like that!"; he felt his face heat up so he turned away quickly but his mind was still racing...and he found himself tugging at the bottom of his ruana like always.
when you saw his reaction to your reaction, you were almost as taken aback as he was when he saw yours. processing the situation was like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole for both of you. you both stood there in silence for what felt like forever before you spoke up. the tension in the room was unbearable; it was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
"listen, i..." you started, but bruno cut you off before you could gather your words.
"i-i'm so sorry, i don't know what's gotten into me, i should head to bed!" he choked out, turning to walk out the doorway, but you reached over and grabbed him by the wrist.
"bruno..." you grabbed his other arm and stood broadly in front of him, "i, um...i've had...a hugecrush on you. like, since i was a teenager. i know that's weird. i mean, i-i've never met you before tonight, but just-- growing up, looking at your pictures and the paintings of you, i just have been so infatuated--"
you were cut off by dry, cracked lips against yours. it was sudden, sure, but it wasn't forceful. you were shocked, to say the least; bruno didn't seem like the person to go around kissing strangers, especially not people 30 years younger than him, and especially not the friend of his two oldest sobrinas.
yet, here he was, lips moving against yours in a way that made your heart beat out of your chest. you couldn't resist; why would you want to? the man you had been crushing on, squealing to his sobrinas who would stick their fingers in their mouths and fake-gag at you over it, admiring the pictures of him on the wall at night while you stayed over -- he was kissing you. how could you even think about denying him of that?
it was like something changed in him when he pulled away.
"i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have done that" he fumbled out, eyes wide and wrists breaking free of your hands to tangle around each other. you sucked your lip into your mouth and eyed him up and down. you had the most devious idea.
"bruno, can you-- can you stay quiet?" you asked, a different tone of voice than before taking over. he looked speechless, he had an almost spaced look on his face. "umm-- yes?" he responded; you knew you just had to give your little plan a try.
so, you dropped to your knees in front of him. bruno let out a quiet little yelp when he realized what you were getting at, but he didn't complain or push you away. he had been thinking about this moment for years...he couldn't pass up on the opportunity now. he watched you with intense eyes as you hiked up his ruana and skillfully unbuckled his belt. had you been practicing or something?
it was all pretty fast, before he knew it his lower half was out in the open and you were breathing hot air against his tip. bruno's breath caught in his throat, anticipating how it was going to feel...he hadn't had someone treat him like this in at least 20 years-- if not closer to 30.
you felt his whole body tense up when you started placing gentle kisses all over his length, just to see which ones felt the best, but when you laid a soft peck on the underside, right below the head, you knew you'd hit the jackpot; it made him let out an audible gasp. with that information, you enveloped the tip in your mouth, rolling your tongue over it for a good while.
it looked like he was absolutely falling apart. he had to brace himself against the kitchen counter, his knees were already weak and he was having the worst time trying to keep quiet. sure, he had gotten good at masturbating silently, but this was a different situation. a completely, wholeheartedly, deliciously different situation.
he could already feel a knot beginning to form in the bottom of his stomach. bruno's salty pre-cum was filling your mouth, but when you finally decided to lower your head down and take more of him into your mouth, he tangled his fingers in your hair and physically stopped you.
"fuck, i...if you keep doing that, i'm gonna cum..." bruno said between heavy breaths, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, hands rested on his thighs and thumbs rubbing little circles on his skin.
"do you...do you want to fuck me?" you asked. he seemed to hesitate for a moment, assessing the situation and deciding if that would be a good idea, but ultimately he gulped down his nerves and nodded profusely.
"yeah-- uh, yes. i do. badly."
you smiled sweetly up at him, then brought yourself back up to your feet and led him over to the counter.
"can i...take these off of you?" he asked lowly, standing in front of you with your back against the kitchen counter, fingers toying with the waistband of your sleep shorts. "of course," you responded, "you can do anything you want to with me. i don't mind."
that statement alone was enough to drive him crazy. he had been thinking of all the different things he wanted to do to you for so long; things he thought he would only ever be imagining, alone, in the darkness of his little hidey-hole in the walls.
he gently lowered your sleep shorts and underwear, exposing your dripping warmth to the air and making a shiver run up your spine. "can you turn around for me?" bruno asked breathily, and you nodded, turning around so your back was facing him.
you were taken aback when you felt his palm on your back, shoving you down so that you were bent over the kitchen counter. bruno used his foot to push your ankles further apart and moved the hand that was on your back to the dip of your hip. it felt like ages, just standing there, exposed to the world as he feasted his eyes on your frame. you caught yourself looking back a few times, only to see him chewing on his lip and taking it all in.
deciding to test the waters, he brought his hand up to your pussy, touch gentle and caring as he ran two fingers along your folds and let out a soft grunt when he felt just how wet you were. he couldn't stop thinking about just how that was going to feel around him. his mind was reeling.
you saw a soft green emanating from behind you.
you turned your head to look at bruno, who was still staring you down, but now, his eyes were glowing a beautiful, hungry green. he looked like he was sizing you up to eat you, and when he finally got the courage to sink those two fingers inside you, you couldn't help but push back against his hand, panting like a dog in heat.
bruno was just completely awestruck by you. he caught himself reveling in the moment, but he remembered what he was doing when you let out a huff and reached back to grab his arm. "come on, bruno, we don't have all night..." you said, looking back at him with longing eyes, which nearly made him jump, but he nodded and pulled his fingers out of you.
he was slow and agonizing as he lined himself up with your entrance. he was so close to you that you could feel his warmth, and you found it hard to wait for him when you felt the head of his cock graze your folds. the pace changed quickly, though; it felt like he was inside of you all at once, filling you to the hilt, and you let out an all-too-loud gasp at the feeling.
you felt a hand reach around to cover your mouth.
this didn't seem like something bruno would do, either; but you were not complaining. you liked seeing him like this. it wasn't a way that you imagined him acting, but apparently you were wrong about that.
oh, god, his pace was slow. agonizingly slow. it felt like he was trying to hold himself back; his thrusts were slow, but they were also so deep. you knew he wasn't that long, but you couldn't help but imagine the tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.
and then, he pushed your butt down so that you were nearly crouching, so he could lean over you and angle his hips downwards.. that was the spot. when bruno heard your loud, muffled moan from behind his hand, he grew a devious smile and finally sped up his pace.
"does that feel good?" he hummed, squeezing your side comfortingly as he slammed into you. he was relentless, now; it was no use trying to keep quiet with the way the sounds of wetness and skin-on-skin filled the room. he stuck his fingers in your mouth, and you obligingly sucked on them to try and distract yourself from making any noise.
it didn't take long once the pace quickened for you to feel him behind you beginning to tremble. he hurriedly moved his hand from your hip and reached around your front, and started rubbing your clit at an even faster pace than his thrusts. it was unbearable; you couldn't help yourself. after a good minute or so of the combined sensation of him filling you up and abusing your little bundle of nerves, it was too much to handle, and you felt your toes curl beneath you as your cunt clenched around his cock, soaking it and milking it for all it was worth.
the feeling of you orgasming around him drove him insane. he let out a pathetic sounding whimper and wrapped his arms around you, sweaty skin sticking to yours, before finally reaching the edge and toppling over it. he painted your warm, soft walls white, breathing heavily and whispering disgusting things in your ear.
"joder, i'm gonna get you pregnant!"
"are you ready to have my babies?"
"i get to keep you now"
it was enough to make you cover your face with your hands.
when bruno realized what he did, he pulled out, embarrassed and panting loudly. "i-i'm sorry, let me help you," he rushed to get a wet dishrag to help you clean up, "we really shouldn't have done this, i don't know what i was thinking! you're so much younger than me, this is wrong, isn't it?"
he sounded helpless and lost. like he had lost some part of his innocence; or like he was scared he'd taken yours from you. he reached out to wipe you clean, but got bashful at the thought of touching you again, ultimately leaving you to clean up yourself and just watching you awkwardly.
"bruno, i'm an adult! there's nothing wrong with this." you chuckled as you wiped yourself clean. he pulled his pants up and buckled them, and you followed suit, deciding you would toss the dirty dishrag in the clothes basket you saw left out in the livingroom.
"i should really get to bed, i...i'm sorry."
his voice was soft and weak. it was such a stark contrast from how he was acting moments earlier. you smiled at him, and took his face in your hand to give him a light kiss on his lips. "thank you, bruno. that was fun."
the next morning, before breakfast, dolores woke you up from your spot on the couch.
If there's one thing I will never understand it's Lord of the Rings fans wanting to be an elf in Middle Earth. I mean, sure they're graceful and pretty but they live too damn long and having to witness an eternity of stupidity from the species around them. Like, imagine being Elrond and basically witnessing a cringe compilation of the human race. Nope. No thanks.
everyone tagging this post with stuff like “why not ship __ and __ instead” are missing the point, im not just mocking this ship bc its weird (and it is) im mocking it and the people that like it because many of you on here are incapable of interacting with media without looking for something to ship and make your ships the central point of your media consumption, the problem is you push stories about characters of color and specifically black characters to the side to make room for dumb shipping talk and physically can’t operate without stapling the first two white guys (and in this case a white guy and a pig) you see in any series together bc media to you isn’t worth talking about unless you have a ship to milk
to add onto this i’ve been seeing the same thing happen to encanto, and despite not getting to watch the movie yet i know its about Colombian culture and family / racial trauma and yet when it comes to fandoms filled with predominantly white people, the most discourse i’ve seen relating to the film is white people arguing about characters sexualities and ships (despite a majority of the cast being family) this is a widespread problem among white consumers, and the lack of restraint white fans hold when interacting with media for people of color IS a form of racism, when you erase the core themes of race from these stories and reduce these stories to ship wars and lgbt hc fights you are participating in racism whether you realize it or not, it is a micro aggression to ONLY find worth in our stories when you can tie it to shipping or sexuality debates, we and our stories already enough, if you cannot process this you are racist
