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[rubbersouls]

Illicit affairs (pt. 4)

Bruno Madrigal x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Note: hi! here is part 4. The next part, part 5, is going to be the last, so if you want to be added to the taglist comment or interact. Also, i’m thinking of making the last part +18... let me know what you think.

You rushed to the kitchen with your heart shrunk, feeling a hole on your chest, it’s like you couldn’t breathe.

“(y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that, it’s not like that, I- “, Bruno said from behind, chasing you. When you got to the kitchen, you interrupted him staring deeply into those loving eyes

“What difference does that make?” you said, saddened, just loud enough for him to hear, “you know, I can understand that you don’t want me like that, it’s okay, I misunderstood everything and maybe I should feel ashamed of ever thinking that it could be okay, but I thought that maybe we could be friends, that we could have something nice, I didn’t think you felt that disgusted by me”.

“No, no, no, no, no. It’s not you, the problem. How could it ever be?”

“Then what is it? why are you so terrified of being near me?”

“It’s…”

You sighed. “You don’t need to lie about it, I’ll just go, sorry to bother you” you turned to go, but his hand on your arm caught you before you could go any further from him. The act made you turn to face him, his saddened eyes showed frustration.

“It’s me!” your gaze shifted to a confused look “I am the problem… I cannot force you to be with me, curse you to make you love me, you’re so young, with your life ahead of you, you’re so gorgeous and kind and sweet and I can’t let you stay with me, I’m no good for you” you gasped in surprise

“That’s my decision to make, don’t you think?” you took a step closer, “it seems to me that this is your move, when things get rough or you’re afraid, instead of talking to people, you give up, and run away? Did that work out for you the last time?”

“Don’t go there. Don’t do that, please” you could see in his eyes he was hurt by what you said.

“I’m not going nowhere, I’m not…,” you sighed “I’m sorry. It’s just, you think so little of you, it breaks me. Do you really think the worst thing that could happen to me is to fall in love with you? Why?” you demanded. You really didn’t understand.

“It’s not good for you… you’re… you. And I am me. People are still afraid of me, that’s not going to change. I will always be seen as bad luck, and weird and- “

“Stop. Bruno, stop. I cannot go on listening to how much you pity yourself and want to live in the prejudices and to project the image of yourself that others built, because I don’t see any of that. We met 2 days ago and it’s been enough to see the beautiful person you are, you care for your family, you love them; you’re sweet, and funny, and lovely, and talented, and a lot of things I am yet to discover, if you let me” you held his hand in yours, eyes fixed on his.

“Do you really think that?” he asked as if he could not believe what you were saying.

“Yes, yes I do”

“But I’m like twice your age” his voice hurt when he said that.

“Fuck that. I’m an adult, Bruno, you’re not forcing me or tricking me into anything. We’re not engaged or anything, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re not forcing me to do anything, I am an adult. Plus, you already lost 10 years of your life, do you want to lose more?”

“I’m sorry… it’s my fault, I ruin everything”.

“Oh, stop that, for god’s sake. Even if… nothing happens,” you gulped “you don’t have to push me away. We can be friends, if you don’t like me like that”. You felt his hand freeze under yours.

“I… I do want you like that” he said, his sight set on your hands, not able to look at your surprised eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt the skin of your whole body bristle. That’s what you needed to hear.

You dropped his hand and leaned over to grab the collar of his shirt and before he could react you pulled him to you, closing the space between your lips and his. His eyes open as well as his shoulders raised and his arms not touching you showed his surprise, not knowing what to do. It took him a second before he slowly relaxed, closed his eyes and took his hands to your waist, fingers tightly holding the fabric of your skirt, gently pulling your body closer to his, a little bit too carefully, afraid he’d hurt you.

After an intense but tender kiss, you slowly pulled away, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes, his expression had changed and he was looking at you mesmerized.

“What was that?” He asked

“I don’t know”

You slowly began to kiss him again, but this time leaning towards him, tiptoeing just a bit. Your hands moved from his shirt to his neck, pulling him closer to you as he held your back, feeling more comfortable every second that passed. Your hands on his bare skin made him have shivers travelling through his whole body. Then you took your hands all down to his chest, and that’s when you gasped for air, feeling free, relieved. You looked up to him, whose hands were still around your waistline, he looked so sweet, with his hair already messy, his cheeks flustered and his green eyes staring at you, hypnotized. He was about to say something when you heard steps approaching the kitchen and you both rushed to separate and make sure everything was in place.

“You found him! In the… kitchen?” asked Mirabel from the door frame.

“No, yeah, he was uhm…” you rushed to say, rubbing your lips, when you remembered you were wearing a red lipstick and gasped, looked over to Bruno, you had a mini heart attack when you saw him licking his red tinted lips, then you looked back at Mirabel, who was standing there, trying to figure it out.

“I-I came looking for food” he tried to play it off, still not noticing the color on his lips.

“But there’s food at the party” she said, squinting her eyes like she was trying to see better, due to the bad lighting because it was starting to get dark outside.

“Oh, there is? Ha! funny, right? Then I guess I’ll go there” you saw he had the intention of walking out, but you stopped him and walked in front of him, reaching Mirabel, turning her around and walking her out.

“You know what? I need him to help me with something, he is right, we’re running out of snacks, we’ll catch you there in a moment!” You said as you pushed the confused girl out of the kitchen, came back, closed the door, and faced Bruno who was looking at you just as confused as his niece.

“Your… your lips” you pointed out. He touched his lips and then looked at yours and he came to realization.

“Oh, Oh! Right…” he was breathing heavily, eyes set on the floor, fingers carefully going over his lips. You took some steps closer to him, you gulped.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly while taking the last steps that separated you from him. He slowly nodded and finally got the nerve to look at you. Hesitant, he took his shaking hand to your cheek, feeling the heat over your blushed skin.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asked and your breathing became deeper. You surrendered to his touch and nodded.

“Yes” he took his other hand to your neck and leaned over to kiss you slowly, your lips merging into his. You reached over putting your hands over his shoulders, messing with his curls, playing with them, his hair was incredibly soft. When he moved away, you stared into each other’s eyes and couldn’t stop the smile to yourself.

“It’s okay” you said to him as you caressed his hair, he gave you a reassuring smile and you separated. “Let me help you with… that” you pointed at his lips and laughed with him. You grabbed a napkin from the drawer, then you proceeded to wipe the lipstick from him as he looked at you lovingly.

“Let’s go back, they’ll be worried” you suggested.

“Right. Wait, you think this… they suspect about this?” he asked.

“You can’t really hide anything in your family, so… but don’t worry, it’s just… we’re getting to know each other, right?” you proposed.

“Yeah… yes” he smiled at you and you started to walk towards the party room, side to side, chatting a bit between nervous smiles. Unconsciously you approached a table where all the grandkids were sitting in, and they all watched you come closer, they seemed like they had been having a… conversation.

“Where’s the snacks?” asked Mirabel. Fuck, the snacks.

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(Bruno X FemReader) The Curandera and the Seer - Chp.1

Author Note: Also on Wattpad with my other fanfic story, planning to put this on ao3, too. Disney put crack in this man and I’m now an addict. Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader. Might do Bruno requests later, WARNING: this might have a smut chapter later on and I’ll start it off with said warning. This book will take place after Pepa and Felix’s wedding, making Bruno 27 and the reader in her early 20s. *Might include the link to a Spotify playlist I made for Bruno.

*I gathered much of my information about Latinx witchcraft from family and sources online, but please know that it doesn’t mean that this depiction is entirely accurate as each group of Latin America had varying practices and varying views on spirituality. Also, please know that some shamanic work is closed due to trauma related to colonialism, which must be respected. I only included what I could find that isn’t closed out of respect, such as consensually recorded rituals and interviews. Please let me know if I happen to depict something inaccurately.

Chapter 1:

Trudging through the mud of the jungle, you find yourself coming upon a clearing in the forest. As the deep mud hardened on the path ahead, you changed out you shoes for your much cleaner sandals. Reaching down into your bag as the beads and bones of your necklace grace your hair, you push back the lose strands. You decide to carry your shoes along with you, hoping to not appear indecent but also understanding that they were the only work shoes available to you, you pushed the thought back in your mind for the plan to leave them before entering a home. Taking a deep breath, you pass through the threshold, leaving the jungle and preparing yourself for the unknown journey to come.

You were concerned to find a hurricane stricken town as small homes were being rebuilt. You rushed down the cobblestone and dirt path, finding a small family lifting and nailing boards back into their place.

“Do you need help?” You asked with hitched breath.

“Oh, please!” You aided the worn mother as she struggled with the weight of a wooden beam, pushing with all the strength you had. You heaved for a minute before finding yourself nearly giving into the weight. But, surprisingly the heavy board instantly became weightless and your pained face softened, turning your head upwards and titling towards the board. You released your grasp once the board lifted with ease and found yourself wide-eyed staring back at a small girl with the whole beam in her hands. She had freckles, curly hair tied back in a ribbon, and … muscle? What the hell is this town?

She blinked back at you innocently, “Oh, you’re new.”

All you could do was wave back, you’ve never seen anything like this before and somehow the small family you were surrounded by simply thanked her and carried about their business.

You then clear your throat while breaking the awkward glance, “Hi, … my name is (Y/N) (L/N). I was summoned here by my village’s curandero under the request of Alma Madrigal.”

Unsure why you were speaking so formal to a small child, you shifted a bit after your sentence.

“Oh, you mean Abuela?”

You glance back at the young girl, “Sorry, I didn’t ask. What is your name?”

“Mine is Luisa Madrigal, but I like your’s more. That’s so cool that we’re going to have a pretty magic lady staying with us!”

You giggle at the charm of this child which eases your nerves from the state of this town, you then return your attention to the situation. “Is everyone in your family well?”

“Oh yeah, this just happens sometimes when Tía Pepa gets angry.”

Your stomach sinks for a moment. Who are these people? Are they dangerous? Are they even human?

“Oh…” Was all you managed to squeak out. The little girl giggled and took your hand. “La casita is this way, Abuela will be happy to hear you’re here, even though she is a little upset at Tío Bruno right now.” You noticed that at the mention of ‘Bruno’ a few villagers glanced your way, you then made eye contact with an elderly man who’s wide eyes seemed to be warning you, ‘Be wary of that one’.

Oh no, …I think my mentor greatly underestimated the possible severity of this case. .. What am I even here for? Am I meant to aid someone? Why didn’t they ask for a true curandero? Who is this family? And who is ‘Bruno’? Your train of thought is then ceased by the sights of a torn building, with what seems to be a lone-standing tower with a ’t’ shaped metal frame at the top. Having the traits of a building you had never seen before, you saw remnants of candles, wilting flowers, and white fabric. That’s strange, a wedding must have taken place only a few days ago. As the small child tugs on your arm, the townspeople begin to whisper and stare with some signs of relief in their faces as you near the end of the cobblestone path. I have no idea why I am here, but at least they seem a little happier at the sight of me.

You then turn your attention back to the road, finding a clearing near the end which opened up to this grand home. You admired its beauty, entranced by the sight of the lovely home which somehow appeared untouched by the storm. You were startled seeing a beautiful window seal you were admiring swing open and gently sway from side-to-side from its hinges.

“Casita is saying hello.” The little girl whispered as she leaned closer, then letting go of your arm allowing you to timidly wave back. The girl then ran into the house, assuming that she was retrieving her grandmother you remained still, hoping to be polite by not walking into the home without meeting the matriarch first. You shifted a bit, nervous while realigning your beads and fixing your hair to appear more neat. But you couldn’t help listening in on the yelling from the inside as you placed your dirtied work shoes by a planter.

“I don’t care, Mamá, I don’t want to see him ever again! If he wants to run and hide back in his tower like a child, let him!”

“Lower your voice, the whole village can hear you.”

“Let them hear, they already hate Bruno. What else will they think if I hate him, too?!”

The rumbling of a thunderstorm began to shake the ground beneath you.

“I was only trying to help your nerves. … Look, now you’re scaring poor Luisa.” This masculine but warm voice then softened, “Come here mija, there’s nothing to be scared of.” He sounded so, … genuine. Something about this voice drew you in. Was this Bruno?

Silence then fell throughout the house and you felt bad for overhearing it all. You then jump back at the sound of clear footsteps from inside nearing the front door. Turning your whole body around and playing with the sleeve of your dress, you hoped to seem innocent. However, you jumped once water began to fall on you and with a worried expression, you turned around to face a fuming redhead and her concerned newlywed husband striding out of the house with bags in hand. Your horrified expression turned into one of sorrow as the woman barely recognized your presence, too busy holding back tears that were now spilling and smearing her makeup. Before you could find a way to comfort her a voice of an elderly woman calls from inside, causing you to turn back towards the casita.

“Oh, hello (Y/N), I am so sorry you had to arrive here in such conditions. Everything was meant to be organized and perfect for your visit, I am so sorry you had to see all of that.”

You give the woman a polite but shy smile, “It is alright, señora. Please, don’t apologize. I understand that family matters come first before anything. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”

The sorrowful face of the woman lightened at your response, “I guess they were right when they said you are admirable. My name is Alma Madrigal which you seem to already know. But, please call me Alma.”

You didn’t quite understand what she meant by this statement, but you brushed it off as she greeted you with a hug and followed her into this mysterious, grand home you will have to soon become familiar with.

[kelsoluv]

It is here! This is the second Bruno x reader story I’ve written, and I’m very excited to share it with you all!

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Pronouns used: she/her.

CW: none, just feels.

I got heavy inspiration from other Bruno x reader stories here, so if it sounds familiar, that’s why. I wrote this at 7 pm and finished at 1 am 😭 I revised it and checked for any mistakes. If you see a mistake, please don’t comment on it 🥲 just enjoy the story!

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Bruno’s vision of you.

You and Bruno were getting close. You both had a lot in common. You would visit each other every day, but today was special.

You awoke to a knock on your door. “Who is it?” You ask as you sit up in your bed.

“Hola, (y/n)!” It was Mirabel. “May I come in?” She asked through the door.

“Of course”, you reply. You get out of bed and stretch.

Mirabel opened the door and walked over to you. “Did you sleep alright?” Mirabel asks.

“Like a baby”, you reply. “What time is it?” You go to look at your clock.

“it is 9:30.” Mirabel tells you.

“What?! 9:30?” You race to your closet and grab some clothes. You throw them around as you search for just the right outfit. “I can’t believe I slept so late”, you rush to get an outfit together.

Mirabel puts a hand on your shoulder, “slow down”, she says.

“I can’t! I have to go”, You shout as you race around the room frantically. You quickly brush your hair, and put it in a bun. “I’m supposed to meet Bruno in his tower! Bruno is going to give me a vision for the first time. ”

Mirabel stops you, “calm down. Bruno would wait patiently for you any time.” Mirabel pulls out a beautiful, bright green dress from behind her back. “I think this dress is perfect!” She hands you the dress.

“Thank you so much, it is beautiful. It’ll be perfect!” You hug Mirabel.

Mirabel steps toward the door. “I’ll let you get dressed, take your time.” Mirabel leaves and shuts the door.

“I need to go now”, you say as you put the dress on. “And a little bit of make up”, you put on make up and gaze at yourself in the mirror. “It’s missing something.” Some shiny emerald earrings catch your eye, so you put them on too. “Perfect.” You throw on some shoes and head to Bruno’s door.

“I hope he doesn’t think I skipped out on him. I hope he isn’t upset with me.” You approach Bruno’s door. You take a deep breath, and walk inside.

Since La casa Madrigal was rebuilt, Bruno’s room had rebuilt as well. Not as many stairs to climb.

As you head up the stairs, getting closer to his vision cave, you hear Bruno talking. He’s rambling to himself. “What if (y/n) never shows up? She didn’t want to come see you for a vision. I pushed too hard.” Bruno was anxious.

You step inside. “Brunito?” You say softly. Seeing him makes your heart flutter.

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Bruno runs to you. “Wow…” He paused, looking you up and down. “You- you look beautiful.” Bruno smiles at you.

You blush. “Thank you, amor.” You look up at Bruno. His gorgeous green eyes staring straight into yours.

“I-I got nervous… I was worried you wouldn’t show up.” Bruno looks down and crosses one arm over his body to hold the other arm.

You grab his face gently, and kiss him on the nose. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I love being with you.” You blush.

Bruno smiles and melts at the sound of your voice. “Uh, should we get started?” He gestures to the vision circle.

“Absolutely.” You grab his hand and lead him to his spot on the floor.

Bruno takes your hands, and helps you sit down first. He sits across from you. He lights the fire in the middle, and takes his time lighting each corner of sage around the fire. He then tosses some salt and sugar over his shoulder. Bruno takes your hands in his.

You hold Bruno’s hands. Bruno was used to people holding his hands for visions, but this time it felt different.

Bruno takes and deep breath and looks at you. “Ready?” He asks.

“Ready.” You nod your head at him.

Bruno closes his eyes. The sand begins swirling around the two of you, and Bruno opens his eyes. The bright, green glow was stunning to see in person. You felt safe.

Images start to appear. Quick flashes of different scenarios appear all around you. “What do you see?” You ask.

“I-I see you. Someone’s with you. You’re holding hands. He kisses your hand.” Bruno searches the sand for more. “There’s a wedding, you’re getting married!” Bruno squinted his eyes, as he tries to see who is accompanying you.

“What else?” You ask excitedly.

“I see… I see”, Bruno pauses. “You’re expecting a baby, you’re pregnant.” Bruno can’t tell who’s with you. The figure puts his hand on your belly.

“A baby?!” You shout. “Who is it?” You push.

“I can’t see, It’s, It’s.” The wind and sand start to settle down. “I need to know”, he says to himself.

A green emerald vision appears in Bruno’s hands. He is stunned for a moment, then looks at the vision he’d just created. He studies the image. “I can’t believe it.” He smiles.

“What?! Let me see!” You reach for the vision.

Bruno hands you the vision, and puts his hands behind his back.

You stare at the vision. You gasp, and a wide smile grows on your face. You continue staring at the vision in your hands. A married, pregnant you, with someone holding your belly and kissing you. It was him. Bruno Madrigal was in your vision.

“Oh, Brunito, mi amor!” You jump into his arms, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” Bruno holds you in his arms. “Mi amor,” Bruno looks into your eyes. “I knew from the moment I met you, I wanted you in my life. You’re amazing, and so kind.” He holds you tight.

“Bruno, I feel the same.” You can’t look away as his eyes hypnotize you.

Bruno stands up. He gets on one knee and pulls out a small box. “This is the happiest vision I’ve ever done.” He opens the box to reveal a bright, green emerald ring. “I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you by my side.”

“Oh, Bruno, amor.” He knew. You both knew it would end up this way. You wipe tears from your eyes and you both stand up. He embraces you, and you both melt into each other.

Bruno motions to you. “May I?”

You lean over and kiss him, not even acknowledging the ring he’d just pulled out. He had made it himself out of a vision slab.

“I’d be so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cover his face with small kisses.

“I- Is that a yes?” He asks shyly.

“That’s a strong YES!” You shout, making your voice echoing through the cave.

Bruno places the ring on your finger. “It’s a perfect fit.” He smiles. “We should go tell mi familia.” Bruno holds your hand and you both walk toward the door of his room.

As you open the door, you hear a loud, “FELICIDADES!” The whole Madrigal family was waiting outside the door.

“Gracias”, you say to everyone. You race out to show them the ring.

“Julieta steps forward. “Welcome to the family.” She smiles at you, and hugs you.

Bruno stands by Agustin and Felix. “I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so happy.”

“Women have that power.” Felix laughs. “We’re proud of you Bruno!” Felix wraps an arm around Bruno.

Everyone talks to each other and congratulates you both. A perfect end to a perfect day.

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Thank you for reading!

[wolpertingerprompts]

Dialogue prompt for Bruno/Reader:

"You have a problem. A lanky, shaggy haired, Bruno shaped problem."

[sluttbuttsstuff]

The darker side of Selkie!Bruno.  He is a yandere, after all

[ajaya-aizen]

Bruno Madrigal x reader

You almost kill Bruno in the best way.

I plan on writing a fanfic with this bit in it, but I had to write this now! So enjoy as a self insert! I was inspired by a tik tok, enjoy!

You grinned as you looked down at the outfit you had laid out. Your corset and the new pants you had bought the day before. He'd seen you in the corset before, but usually with a shirt under it. And the pants, they were your new favorite! They just made your butt look really good. It wasn't close to the most wild outfit you had worn, but you knew it would drive a certain someone crazy! Cloak tied tight you made you way to the Madrigal's Casita.

You knew most everyone would be out and about today, and intended to take full advantage of this opportunity. "Good morning Casita!" You waived as you approached. In return the Casita flapped a window shutter, waiving back and you smiled. The door opened as you approached, you were here as often as you were your own house since it had been rebuilt. "Good morning!" You called, announcing yourself.

"Oh, Ah, hey y/n!" You heard Bruno's voice coming from the kitchen. Smiling you undid your cloak, handing it off to the Casita and made your way to the kitchen. "You're here early." As Bruno caught site of you he inhaled sharply, forgetting he was also taking a drink. Coffee sprayed as he fell into a coughing fit.

"Are you alright?" You asked, unable to keep the laugh from your voice.

"No..." He stood over the sink spitting and coughing. "It went up my nose!" He wined, turning to you he barely caught a glimpse of you before he started coughing again. "Dios mio, you need to warn me first!" He slumped on the counter, burying his head in his arms, still coughing.

"Oh, Bruno I'm sorry, do you need help?" You came up beside him, bending down to look at him. He turned towards you, only to be greeted with your cleavage nearly bursting out of your corset. He shot up and spun around, before just sinking to the floor, back against the wall defeated, and looking at you.

"No mi amour, this is it for me. What a way to go." He mused dramatically as his coughing subsided. The way he looked at you made your heart ache, God you loved this man.

"Oh, so you don't want to take this to your room?" You waggled your brows, smirking as his face lit up.

"Nononono, to the room! To the room!" He nearly yelled, scrambled to his feet, and pushing you towards the stairs. Laughing you followed his lead. As you neared the living room you could hear laughing. You couldn't help but notice his blush, or how it deepens as Felix calles out his encouragement. "Mi Vida, you're going to be the death of me." He chuckles as you make your way to his room.

"Hopefully not before the wedding at least." you tease, pulling open his door. He growls in response, as he pushes you inside, closing the door behind him.

Sorry for any mistakes I made as I wrote this at 1:30 am and I have work tomorrow today. Hope you enjoyed!

[wolpertingerprompts]

Encanto prompt:

You’re new to Encanto, maybe you moved there to take care of an older family member or maybe you inherited a house. You have not met Bruno yet, although maybe you have heard of him.

You find one of Bruno’s rats who got stuck somewhere and rescue it. Maybe a couple of its rat friends were nearby acting worried because they didn’t know how to help. 

After rescuing the rat you feed them and talk to them for a bit before letting them go on their way back to Bruno.

The rats go back and tell the others what happened and collectively they decide that you need to meet Bruno. One of them goes back to your house and steals an earring from you and leads you back to wherever Bruno is when you see and chase after it. Maybe Bruno is at the Casita, maybe he is down by a secluded river, etc.

Of course the two of you hit it off- the rest is up to you!

[sluttbuttsstuff]

Hucow!AU Part 5 (FINALE!!!)

WOOHOO!! It’s finally Bruno’s turn, I saved best boy for last.  All parts combined in gdocs are 29 pages total, this is def the longest thing i’ve written in over a decade!! I hope you enjoy, and look forward to whatever i decide to write next

thanks, and enjoy!

as always. credit goes to @dark-side-blog2 for the wonderful hucow! au

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, duncon, noncon, sleep fucking, force feeding, manipulation, dark themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, all characters 18+!!

After taking care of Narancia and tucking him into bed, Bruno returned to your room once more.  You slept like the dead, worn out from a long night.  Bruno smiled proudly, you had been wonderful for them.  Each bull, you had accepted their love, their passion, their essence and earned your place in the herd once again.  It filled Bruno with such joy, knowing that you were the perfect mate for them, for all of them.

You were caring and kind for Narancia, playful and fun for Mista, calming and gentle for Fugo, accepting and attentive for Abbacchio.  And for Bruno: you were everything.  For so long, there had been a piece of the puzzle missing in his life.  He had a family with no mother, no children.  

Bruno had met you first in a very dark part of his life-his herd was beaten, driven from his home in fear, on the brink of death with no hope.  And then, you had appeared, an angel hidden away in paradise, offering safety, shelter.  Much more than that, even, with a little bit of convincing, and a lot of planning.  He would have his family, his children, and you.

Bruno knew how to play the long game, how to strategize and manipulate, but he only did it for good reason.  He had to, you were too prideful, too stubborn to realize how much you needed him.  You were running a giant farm several acres large by yourself, no employees, relatives or neighbors to help.  Bruno couldn’t have that,now could he?  He and the other bulls took over the hard work and heavy lifting-eventually, after a lot of hemming and hawing from you.  Bruno managed to talk you into it; it was beneficial for both of you, a way for the bulls to earn their keep and for you to get some help.

The bulls helped with Bruno’s plan as well, in their own ways.  Mista put his cooking skills to use, making you healthy meals infused with lackweed (Mulgeo, a plant that encouraged your body to lactate) and pills that increased your sexual urges.  He’d even been adding charcoal to your meals to cancel out your birth control; it wasn’t necessary, Bruno had gotten rid of your birth control months ago while you were asleep, but Bruno appreciated it nonetheless.  

Narancia had gotten you to warm up to them very quickly, being as innocent and naive as he was, and Bruno was able to use him to display his parenting skills.  Yes, Narancia was a grown bull, and mostly treated as such, but he was still the youngest, and hard not to spoil.  Plus, the way you seemed to light up when Bruno would baby Narancia- it was clear your maternal instincts were awakening.  Good!  It was excellent practice for your own children.  

Fugo was admittedly the most awkward around you, it wasn’t really his fault, though.  He had the least experience out of the bulls with women, but Bruno could tell his true feelings about you.  So, he encouraged Fugo to show his strengths to you; mainly his brain.  There was an old tractor collecting rust that needed repairs, and you had lost several crops last season due to lack of irrigation. Fugo was able to repair them, thanks to researching some books and some help from you.  Plus, it was one less job for you to do, and another reason for you to depend on them.  Bruno knew Fugo was nervous, but Bruno was certain he’d be a good mate and husband.  He would make their children very smart.

Abbacchio could be a little rough around the edges, it's true, but he clearly had a soft spot for you.  While he would smack Mista and Narancia around when they got on his nerves or got ornery, you he respected and let a lot slide.  Bruno had seen you tug on his tail (admittedly by accident) , elbow him (after a funny joke), and even put flowers (that he was allergic to!) in his hair!  Abbacchio had taken it in stride, and even defended you when Mista’s teasing or the other shenanigans went too far.  Plus, Abbacchio’s skills as a lockpick let them sneak into your house when you were away or sleeping.  Very useful indeed…

 Bruno knew he had to share you, as much as he wanted you for his own.  He couldn’t hurt his herd, his brothers, who loved you almost as much as he did.  So Bruno was patient, he let them have their turns first, keep the peace….

But Bruno couldn’t wait any longer.

The timing had to be perfect, to ensure he had the best chances. He had snuck into your home months before, stealing and disposing of your birth control, and destroying your refill prescription.  Thankfully you were too busy and preoccupied to make a new appointment with the doctor for new medication, which Bruno appreciated greatly.   Digging through your trash, he was able to record and determine your cycle, in order to find out when you would be most fertile.  He would allow his herd many things,including you.

But his child would be first.

Letting the others go first- he allowed it before you were truly in heat.  They didn’t know why, but were grateful nonetheless, eager to claim you. 

He pulled back your blankets, after making sure you were deep in R.E.M. sleep.  Birds started chirping as dawn rose outside, but you were dead to the world.  So much, in fact, that when Bruno pulled back your bed sheets you didn’t so much as flinch.  You were still nude, too tired to put your pajamas back on last night; Bruno admired the early morning light glowing on your body.  Bruno kissed down your face and body everywhere the sun touched, relieved you were still asleep.  Bruno made note of every bruise and marking on your skin to treat later that morning, as he went lower and lower down your body.  Spreading your legs, you tasted divine.  You were definitely ready, too: now would be his best chance. 

 Licking the others out of your core, he heard you quietly whimper- he paused, waiting for you to stir, but you eventually drifted back to sleep.  You always were cute when you slept, the way you would sometimes talk in your sleep or kick your legs “Running.”  Bruno had learned a lot observing you, and intended to learn a lot more from you today.  He cleaned you out with his tongue and prepped you thoroughly-maybe it was petty of him, saving you all for himself, but Bruno was the alpha bull, and the perfect mate for you.  That’s why it was so important to not just get you pregnant, but pregnant with his children.  It’s what you, the both of you deserved.

Once Bruno was certain you were ready ( you were still soft and wet from last night, and pleasantly warm against his tongue and fingers)  he leaned over you, pulling your legs up against his shoulders into a mating press.  It terrified him how easily you slept, how dangerous it would be if his herd hadn’t found you.  What if someone else had found you before them, taken you like this in your sleep?  It worried him so, that’s why he had to do this, claim you and protect you from any rivals.

  Bruno stroked your cheek, before pressing inside.  Finally, after all this time, he was inside of you, warm and wonderful and all his.  You squirmed in your sleep,but otherwise accepted him without complaint.  Bruno was so happy he could cry, he settled for kissing your  shoulder as he pushed into the hilt.  Bruno couldn’t hold his urges back any longer, he thrust into you again and again, hitting against your sweet spot.  You cried out in your sleep, jumbled noises Bruno convinced himself were his name.  In this position, he was able to reach so deep, force himself as far inside as he could reach.  

His grip on you tightened, feeling the strain of the position, the slap of his balls on your ass fueling his desire more.  But it wasn’t enough, he had to make sure you felt good too.  He suckled your chest, licking your nipples the way he had seen you enjoy.  Your pussy was so wet he was able to rub slick onto your hard throbbing clit, careful to rub the raw skin gently. 

“Y/n, I’m so thankful to have found you, finally we can make our dreams come true~” Bruno whispered to you, desperate for you to know the feelings he’d held back for so long.

“I can hardly hold back with you; I’ve been waiting so long for this, and I can tell now that so have you.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we all will.  Just give in, you can trust me.”  Bruno pleaded, close to the edge.  Bruno grit his teeth, it was about to end, all too soon.  Bruno wasn’t ready, he wanted to stay like this with you forever.  Relief washed over Bruno as he heard you cry out in release, tightening around him and bringing him to release.

“I’m cumming, y/n.  Please, accept all of me!”  He gasped,spilling his seed inside.  Tears Bruno had held back spilled down as his emotions overcame him, something he would only allow to happen while you couldn’t see.  He was certain this was the right thing to do, now more than ever.  You were his, all of theirs, safe and protected. 

 In the next months, you would become full with child.  Naturally, you would have to stop manual labor-which would be fine, you could depend on your sturdy bulls to run the farm for you.  And then when you had their children, you would need to raise them. Obviously, you had five capable mates to help you; taking turns feeding them, staying up on long sleepless nights, teaching them right from wrong.  So many precious memories to be made with you, Bruno could 

hardly wait.

As Bruno turned to leave you to rest, he saw you start to rise.

“...Bruno?”  You called weakly, and Bruno was by your side in an instant.

“Y/n?  What’s wrong, you’re up so early?”  Bruno asked, concerned.  

“...It’s hot” you groaned, reaching out for him.  Bruno’s heart fluttered, you called out for him.  He felt your forehead; admittedly sweaty, but not necessarily from illness.  

“You are a little warm.  Let’s get you out of these sweaty blankets and cleaned up.”  Bruno helped you out of your sheets, and ran to get a damp washcloth.  He returned quickly, sitting on your bed and wiped the cloth over your body.  Your body flushed, and whenever you thought Bruno wasn’t looking, you would glance over at him.  Bruno smiled to himself, you really were spoiling him this morning-he couldn’t be more delighted.

“Are you feeling any better?  You should take it easy today, you had a long night.”  Bruno said as he washed your stomach.

“Umm, yes, im-ahh!”  You jumped, as Bruno’s wash cloth reached your nether regions.  

“Relax, bella, It’s important to clean this area as well. We don’t want you getting sick now do we?”  Bruno continued, unfazed by your reaction.  You fidgeted a moment longer, but considering all that had happened, you relented.  What more could Bruno do to you?

He toweled you off quickly, patting you dry and then headed to your closet.

“Let’s find you something extra comfortable to wear today, shall we?”  Bruno asked, flipping through your hangers.  What a shame, most of your outfits were utilitarian and industrial, not befitting a mother to be.  

“Oh, Bruno, you don’t have to-”  You began, but Bruno cut you off.

“Here we go, perfect!  Ah, and this shade of lavender will look lovely on you!”  Bruno proclaimed, holding up a flowery sundress made of soft cotton.  Very comfortable, but not the best for farm work.  Bruno couldn’t be stopped though, grabbing some undergarments for you    (how did he know where you kept them?) and helped you sit up in bed.

“Let’s get you dressed, as much as I love the thought of having you nude all day, nothing will get done around the farm with the boys fawning over you.”  Bruno chuckled, sliding socks onto your feet for you.

“Bruno, please! I can dress myself!”  You pleaded, trying to pull away, but Bruno stopped you with gentle but firm hands.  

“Bella, please-let me take care of you the way you’ve taken care of us.  It’s only fair, isn’t it?”  Bruno smiled, tugging your socks up to your ankles.  He held a white pair of panties out for you, “Step in, dear, one foot at a time” You groaned, turning an adorable shade of red Bruno loved, but did indeed let him slide the panties up and onto you.  He convinced you to skip a bra today (Bruno wasn’t completely selfless) and slip into the sundress, snug as a bug.

“Much better!  Now, do you want to see if you can get some more sleep?  You didn’t get many hours of sleep last night, and your body must be very sore.”  He asked you, stroking your cheek.  “Well, maybe later, but-”  You began, only to be interrupted by your growling stomach.  Bruno chuckled, “Ahh, of course, let’s get you fed shall we?”  he winked, placing a hand on the small of your back and escorting you to the kitchen.

You tried to make yourself breakfast, really you did, but Bruno wasn’t giving you any leeway this morning.

“Please, Bambina, let me cook for you.  You always make the rest of us meals, and I’m not completely hopeless in the kitchen.”  He told you, sitting you on a kitchen chair, rolling up his sleeves.  True to his word, he was decent in the kitchen-more than decent, in fact.  Bruno fried up a pig’s worth of bacon, crispy and fried with a sprinkle of cinnamon.  Eggs, sunny-side scrambled and over-easy, just a little bit runny and fresh from your henhouse.  And the cru-de-ta, a mountain-pile of fluffy home batter pancakes, smothered in homemade syrup and creamy smooth butter dollops piled on top.  Bruno piled your plate to the brim, sure to give you only the crunchiest bacon strips and roundest pancakes, with plenty left over for the boys.  It was a miracle the other boys hadn’t woken up yet, but you supposed they were still wiped out from the night before and needed a little more rest.  

Bruno didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the one on one time with you he rarely got.  Sitting patiently for him like a good mate, letting him clean you, dress you, even feed you. Bruno was determined to spoil you, so you would never want for anything other than him again.  Looking around your plate, you asked Bruno, “Sorry, but you forgot to grab a fork and knife.  Would you mind?”  

Bruno smiled, unblinkingly, “Oh no, I didn’t.  Open wide~”  He cooed, stacking a silver fork full of your breakfast.  You looked at him incredulously, “Seriously?”  

Bruno didn’t relent, smile unwavering, “You wouldn’t turn down all my hard work and this delicious food, would you?”  

You wanted to argue with him, you really did.  For every inch he gave you, he took a mile, and it was starting to be humiliating.  But for whatever reason, Bruno always made you cave.  Besides, after everything you’d been through, he’d never hurt you, always gentle and caring.  So, against your better judgement, you sheepishly opened your mouth for him.

Bruno lifted the fork into your mouth, watching your lips close around his fork.  You savored the buttery rich flavor of the pancakes, the spongy texture bouncing lightly in your mouth as you chewed.  To say it was delicious would be an understatement; you were starting to consider letting Mista and Bruno handle mealtime more often.  Bruno bit the corner of his lip, watching you eat your meal.  You wanted to pout, not give Bruno the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed being babied like this, but you couldn’t help smiling as you swallowed bite after bite, opening your mouth and even leaning forward.  Each bite was better than the last; the salty sweet bacon grease and runny eggs soaked into the pancakes, soaking up the flavor medley and sending your palette into overdrive. 

 Bruno loved every minute, watching you let your guard down for him, licking up syrup from your chin, even letting him wipe your cheek clean with a napkin.  Your stomach puffed out as you ate through your meal, it excited him to know he did that to you, and that your stomach would soon be even more distended and full with his baby.  Your plate was nearly clean, but you didn’t think you could eat another bite.  Bruno had given you so much already, and it was all delicious and rich, and had no more room.

“Please, Bruno, I’m full to the brim.  I’m sorry but I can’t eat anymore.”  You groaned, clutching your stomach.  

“Oh please, just another bite, bambina~  you’ve done so well, you’re almost done.”  He cooed, forking the last bits on your plate.  You tried to excuse yourself, but Bruno stuffed it into your open unsuspecting mouth.  You nearly choked on the utensil forcing your way into your mouth, a sugary syrupy mess that was starting to nauseate you.  It was too much, too rich, but Bruno held your mouth shut.

“Please, y/n, you have to eat more.  Think of our children, won’t you?”  You froze, as you remembered everything that had happened last night with a wave.  You looked at Bruno, mouth still full and ready to vomit.  His gaze tore into you, more serious than he had been all morning.  In fact, the last time he looked at you like that…

Bruno rubbed your back, as your eyes watered and spilled over.  Poor thing, were you already having morning sickness?  No worries, it was only natural; he would take care of you. You were having trouble breathing, not sure if it was the food or the panic setting in.  

“Come on Bambina, you’re almost done.  Just swallow it all down, you can do it~”  Bruno hissed, as he plugged up your nose.  Bruno sighed, watching your eyes bug out; he didn’t want to be harsh with you, but what other choice were you giving him?  You needed to follow his orders, that’s how he kept you safe and happy.  “Now, y/n”  

Despite the lump in your throat, you had no choice but to swallow, the lack of oxygen making you gag.  How could you forget who you were dealing with?  How could you let him take advantage of you again and again?  You wiped the snot and tears from your face, catching your breath.  You flinched as a familiar hand reached out and grabbed your chin.  Bruno turned you to look at him, his face calm and smiling as if nothing had happened.

“There, Bambina, that wasn’t so bad was it?  You have to let me take care of you, okay?  We don’t want you hurting yourself do we?”  He asked, voice soft and patronizing, like he hadn’t just force fed you against your will.  You wanted to run away, but didn’t know where to go.  It didn’t help any as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.  

“Yo, y/n!  You’re up already?  I thought we wiped you out last night!”

“Guess we’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Are you okay, y/n?  You look ill.  Maybe you should go back to bed.”

“Ohh, it smells so good!  Did you make breakfast for us, y/n?”

You were surrounded.  No way out.  Five strong angry bulls that had taken over your life, your home, even your body.  You couldn’t trust them, not any of them.  There was no escape.

“What’s wrong, bella?  Are you crying?”

“Don’t cry, y/n!  There’s nothing to worry about, we’ll take care of you!”

“You can count on us, y/n.  We’re mates, after all.”

You were trapped.

Trapped.

Trapped.

 You opened your mouth to scream, but it was no use.

It’s not like anyone would hear you, anyways

END