abby loves watching you ride her strap. your pretty little face contorting in pleasure, whispering her name softly as she makes you work for it. bouncing on her cock like your life depended on it, but the frustration clearly written all over your face. she would cockily rest her palms under her neck for support as she would just watch as you tried, but failed, to make yourself come without with her touch. without her sweet and sultry voice talking you through it. it’s what she would for you when she fucked you, but you decided to be mean at dinner, and now she’s punishing you for it.
the rhythm was off and you knew it. it felt good enough, but not nearly enough to to get you there. you even tried tweaking your own nipples to feel something more than what you were getting, but abby swatted your hand away. you were begging, leaning over so you were desperately pleading in her ear. confessing you needed her, apologized for being a brat, but she didn’t move an inch. your lips found home on her neck, trying to break her, but there was no breaking abby anderson.
she taunted you, asked if you wanted her to start fucking you. if you needed her to play with your clit with the fingers you love so much. she called you pathetic, useless — not good enough to get off on your own. always needing her touch to get where you needed to be. she reprimanded you for acting like a spoiled brat, embarrassing her in front of her friends. she would make you pay for it. she’d make sure you were so fucked out, you’d be begging for her to stop.
tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.
warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.
“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you.
Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?”
The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt.
“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined.
Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life.
“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow.
She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you.
Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.”
“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.”
Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be.
“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway.
Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later.
Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did.
She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot.
“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt.
“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.
a silly, fluffy prompt with winged/cursed matt hanging out with the hexsquad while healing in Lilith's care! also, @matty-the-ratty may have said something about wanting a fanfic, sooo.. heres a little one!!
heads up; this is probably going to be ridiculously long and over detailed in some actions. i am crazy. also, i do not have friends or a social life, i don't know what big group sleepovers are like, forgive me!!
after months of being stuck in the human realm, followed by a few more months of rebuilding the boiling isles, the hexsquad— as Luz deemed the name of their friend group— has finally found a weekend to just.. relax, hang out and make less-than-great decisions while hyped on sugar and crappy movies they aren't really paying attention to.
and it's great! they're all having entirely too much fun watching Hunter and Eda argue over the human game; monopoly, which is really intense, in the humble opinion of Gus.
"tsk.. and thus, I die..." Hunter finally backed down, holding his palms out in mock surrender with a subtle shake of his head, before reaching down and grabbing a 500 from his— disgustingly disorganized— pile of game money, pressing it against the coffee table with his pointer and middle fingers, his thumb holding up the end of the flimsy bill to the back of his fingers as he slides it towards Eda, depositing it beside her own messy pile of bills.
"HA-! and just like that, I'm in the lead!" Eda grinned cockily as she hastily swiped the loose bill into her pile, holding up her arm to flex while leaning back into Raine, who offered a fond smile and huffed laughter before returning to their cup of tea— humming into their mug in response to their name being called from the kitchen, "Mhmm..?"
Matt leaned back to peer through the kitchen archway, raising an eyebrow in Raine's direction as he raised himself on his tippy-toes— "Do you know where the painkillers went? Ma always keeps 'em near the tea bags.." he cocked his head a little before looking ahead again and redirecting his lean forward, keeping on his toes as he looked through the cabinet again. "Oh, 'Ma'? didn't realize you warmed up to Lilith so quick~" Raine chuckled to themself softly at Matt's flustered huff, "and check the second shelf to the right, Eda moves them around in there all the time!" they lowered their cup onto the coffee table and leaned into Eda as she continued her game with Hunter, Luz and Gus.
Amity scratched at her nose where she sat, scrolling through penstagram on her scroll with Willow watching over her shoulder while playing a game of chess with Steve. sparing a glance towards the kitchen, amity watched with a twitching lip as a reddish orange feather floats to the floor, a little tacked with dried blood. "How, uh.. how're you feeling, Matt?" She spoke after a hesitant moment, now watching Matt exit the kitchen with a bottle of painkillers limply held in one hand, the others reaching across himself to scratch his opposite shoulder.
"Fine, I guess.." As if on cue, the wings sprouting from his back shuttered and stretched out tightly, like it was painful to stretch too far out— which made sense, considering the fact his right wing is currently crumpled and mauled, feathers stiff with dry blood around the firmly wrapped bandages encircling the main joint-point of the wing— and let a few feathers fall loose, "Titan, I feel like a shedding cat." he hissed through clenched teeth while circling around the coffee table, resting his free palm against the arm of the couch for balance as he stepped over the tangled legs of the blight twins.
Gus giggled in his spot on the floor, looking up at Matt when he lowers himself to the ground to the left of him, letting out a gruffy sigh as he settles himself into the side of Gus, "At least shedding doesn't hurt, right?" he offered, refocusing on the game board Infront of him and reaching for the dice. Matt scoffs next to him, watching closely how Gus shakes the die around in his closed palms, "No, but the fact my right wing is almost completely shattered causes enough pain.." his nose scrunches as Gus releases the dice and they both watch the small square bounce around of the table before rolling to a rest, landing with an up-facing 6.
Pumping his fists, Gus leans into the warmth Matt gives off as he reaches forward to move his piece on the board— earning a soft swear from Luz— "Mmh, yeah.. I can't imagine how bad that must suck." he cocks his head to look at Matt, The tips of their noses only a few inches apart. "It's not all bad though!" he smiles widely, ignoring the heat crawling up the back of his neck when he feels Matt's sigh fan across his cheeks, "I mean, yeah, you're injured and molting, but you've got a pair of sick ass wings now!" Matt gave him a rather unimpressed look through his pretty eyelashes.
the soft footsteps on the stairs are no distraction.
"Augustus, I feel like I have bricks tied to my spine and I'm growing feathers everywhere. everywhere!" Matt hissed, though it threatened to sound a little whistly through his tooth-gap and snaggle tooth— not his fangs, people always get the two mixed up— and leaned in closer, their noses knocking together as Matt's eyes narrow with his irritated glare. Gus swallowed thickly, his smile going wonky at the thought of seeing Matt covered in soft, fluffy feathers.
"Alright, Lovebirds, enough 'a that at the game table!" Eda piped up with a smirk, leaning over the table as she eyed the two, then slamming her hand down on the table after a moment of silence and cackled whole-heartedly. "I say we pause this game night and take this Avian kid out back to see his wings in action!" despite the sudden pause of everyone else, Eda beamed and hopped up into a stand. the transition from sitting to standing would've been impressive if she didn't just say what she did.
Matt blinked, his pointed ears twitching faintly at the sound of the distant footsteps becoming faster and heavier, "I- I am not going to fly like this!" he yelped, his hands flying up to make an 'x' formation with his forearms— the quick footsteps came to a halt as Lilith skid to a stop through the doorway, hair frazzled and glasses askew.
"Ahem," Lilith clear her throat, standing up straight as she carefully fixes her glasses, "Edalyn, you will not be taking my child to 'fly' while he is in recovery. I forbid it." she gave a firm nod, dropping her hand from her glasses and pressing her palms together behind her back. Matt was quick to agree, nodding rapidly as he shifted on the floor— no longer being face to face with Gus— and his right wing stretched out from his back as much as it could to show the bandages, dried blood, feather-less and awkward bends in his wing, the fluttering feathers making it clear the wing was shaking due to being outstretched. "I'm too injured to indulge in your stupid 'flying tests', Eda!" he pushed his wing to open just a tiny bit more, "See? there's no way I'm doing whatever it is you had planned!"
Willow spoke up next, her voice soft to match her smile, "Lilith and Matt are right, Eda.. it's not safe for Matt to be doing much of anything with his wings, let alone attempt flying." she pushes her chess piece forward on the board, smile growing a bit smug as she takes out Steve's rook. Matt huffed and fell back against Gus's side again, this time stretching his non-injured left wing out just enough to curl it around Gus's shoulder and keep him close.
"Yeah, I'd rather Matty stays resting." Steve nodded, frowning thoughtfully at the chess board while he analyzed the best move to make. "besides, the stubborn bastard didn't get any sleep last night." He added, finally picking up a pawn and moving one space forward. Matt scoffed at that. "Oh, shut up, Steve. I'm completely fine." his words trailed of comically as he yawned, letting his eyes fall closed to rest as he dropped his head onto Gus's shoulder.
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i know i'm ending this weird, but i am so tired and crave a nice sleep.
i will happily make another part to this though, dont worry!
i love avian matt, and while i'm not sure of a shape his wings should take, i do the colors are as shown in my drawing of him. a bright orange over feather color, while the lower feathers are a sweet yellow color, starting as a light cream closest to his back, ending in a bright yellow at the tip of his wings!
Thrud is understandably nervous and perhaps a little upset when she's sent on another blind date by her sisters, bemoaning the evening she's about to have.
She's sure it'll go as it always does, and hurt her even more than she has been.
She isn't expecting a man like Raiden to be waiting at Ragnarok Cafe.
A/N: Thrud is my beloved girl and I love to see a big girl find love. She and Raiden deserve happiness 😊🥰
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"Come on, guys, are you serious? Another blind date?"
Thrud sighed and shook her head, folding her arms over her muscled chest.
"Yeah!" Goll exclaimed, "it'll be amazing! He's a little bit intense but you'll love him! When have we ever steered you wrong??"
"Every single date I've ever been on until now," Thrud replied dryly.
It wasn't even hyperbole. Thrud had never had a successful date in her life. Men never knew what to expect with her, given how stunning all her sisters were, and she didn't know if she could handle another bad date.
The way it usually went was like so:
Thrud shows up, trying to reign in her emotions and mentally prepare herself, and easily spots her date: whichever man has a look of shock and worry on his face.
She tries not to flinch as she has to deliver the terrible news that she is, indeed, his date, and yes, she is really the 3rd Valkyrie Sister.
The look on his face is one of horror, and she has to try not to let it hurt her the way it always inevitably does.
Minutes later (sometimes two, sometimes twenty), he has an excuse and leaves her all alone, trying not to cry in public as yet another painful rejection breaks her heart a little more.
"Okay, sure, there have been some duds. But this guy is the real deal. And if he breaks your heart, we'll beat him up! Maybe!"
It was cute, almost, how unflinchingly positive the girl tried to be, even in the face of such impossible odds.
"Fine. But I'm never, ever doing this again. I don't think I'll make it through another one of these," Thrud finally agreed.
Goll cheered, and she was whisked away for pampering and prettying-up ("not that you need any extra help for that," Brunhilde always said). The date was later that afternoon, so at least it wasn't like her whole evening would be shot if things didn't work out.
She'd give it one last try, she decided, and when this inevitably went to shit, she could always get cats or something.
--
As she walked into Ragnarok Cafe, Thrud steeled herself for the look of wild bewilderment and horror on the face of whatever poor man was roped into this. The Cafe owner was a nice enough guy, and always made sure it was regulars only whenever the Valkyrie sisters set up a blind date. That way Thrud wouldn't worry about freaking out more people than necessary. Probably better for business that way, too.
As she bowed slightly to get through the doors, she heard a soft gasp. Ah, the mystery man was there already indeed.
She raised her head up to find the poor sap, and spotted him quickly enough. Black and blond hair wrangled back into a messy ponytail, piercing dark eyes framed by heavy lashes, and a muscular build (at least from what she could see). This one would hurt her, he was just her type…
She couldn't decipher the expression he was making in the slightest. It was shock, yes, but not the usual creeping dread, or sudden horror, or anything she'd seen before, pretty much ever. It threw her off-guard enough to lose her composure just for a second:
"Not expecting a monster like me, huh?" She blurted, raising an eyebrow.
She scarcely registered the sound of his chair scraping backwards before he was throwing himself at her, face right at her chest.
She was too stunned to move, and could only watch, frankly aghast, as he looked up at her through his thick eyelashes, contently buried in her bosom.
"I love big girls," he sighed in delight, and she realized his expression before had been… eager?
"Excuse me??" She managed to gasp, "this isn't funny."
She tried to push him off, but the man held firm, face moving to properly look up at her (though it was a bit comical how his cheeks smushed in).
"I would never joke about this. You're exactly my type. My damn dream girl," he said earnestly.
Sue couldn't help it, she knew her face was turning the same strawberry color as her hair. She felt like a maiden or something silly.
She had a head and shoulders above this strange man, but he made her feel… delicate, nearly.
"You're an odd one," she managed.
"So I've been told. I'm Raiden," he added with a grin.
"Thrud."
He sighed again, ecstacy clear in his every facet.
"Thrud… I'm gonna marry you."
"Oh yeah…?"
"Mm. Mark my words. I'm never gonna let you go."
"Whatever you say, pal. But just know that I've always promised myself that I would stay with the man I love until the day I die. You really up for that commitment?" She asked, only half-kidding.
"...is it too soon to bring you home to my mom?" He fired back, and she felt her face heat up all over again.
"Probably," she stammered out. He had to be able to feel how hard her heart was hammering in her chest as she added, "at least buy me lunch first."
He grinned brightly, squeezing her tight (it was, frankly, amazing to be held like that) before pulling away.
"Whatever you want, my angel. Or can I call you baby? Would that be too much?"
She blinked, brain firing on all cylinders.
"I'm like twice your size," she squeaked, following as he took her hand and led her to their table.
"Yeah, and? I could die a happy man if you let me call you my baby girl," he sighed with a smile, pulling out her chair.
She felt like she was about to die herself.
"I, um, yeah, sure. Whatever."
"Great. Order whatever you want, baby, and then how about a walk in the park? Maybe see some fireworks later?"
It honestly sounded like the perfect evening.
"....maybe you will marry me," she blurted, and he laughed brightly, booming, perfect.
"That's the plan."
She'd have to make Goll her maid of honor. The girl really had delivered this time. She felt herself falling hard, and had the feeling that this might just turn out okay.
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She still felt butterflies as he dropped her off at her house that night. Her mind was a whirl, and she couldn't believe it was over already. She surprised herself by not wanting it to end, even.
"I… would you like to come in for coffee?"
He raised an eyebrow, and she worried she'd overstepped, at least until he broke into a grin.
"Baby girl, if I go in there, I definitely won't be able to stop at just coffee. I don't know if you're ready for that kind of passionate night. I don't stop until morning."
Yes she felt every ounce of bravado laced in those silver words, but she also felt that he meant every bit of it, and was genuinely interested in… well.
No one had ever so much as kissed her. This was an entirely new beast indeed.
He laughed, and reached a hand up to cup her cheek.
"You're adorable when you blush, sweetheart. I'll let you go tonight. We can meet up again tomorrow, yeah?"
She nodded numbly, and her blush only deepened as he put his other hand on her face, cradling it like something precious.
"I wouldn't say no to a goodnight kiss, though I get it if that's a little too fast for you."
She shook her head, heart about to explode outside her chest and take them both out with the force of it.
His grin only widened and he pulled her down to meet her lips with his, still smiling even as he kissed her.
This was new.
This was wildly unexpected.
This was wonderful.
As he pulled away, lipstick staining his mouth, he whistled, low and sweet. He'd liked it too?
"That was incredible, baby. You have sweet dreams tonight. I definitely will. Call you tomorrow?"
She nodded again, numb and on fire all at once, the tiniest smile playing on her lips, and he leaned back to peck them once more before stepping back, waving.
He didn't leave until she was in her home, door closed behind her (a perfect gentleman to the end), and she about screamed in joy.
Maybe their second date really could be a wedding. She didn't think she could ever let him go.
I'm Just A Notch In Your Bedpost, But You're Just … A Series Of Unfortunate Events
Written for @there-must-be-a-lock 's Cards Against Humanity writing event! It's really last minute, but it's what I've got 😊
Bruno Madrigal x Female OC
Rated T, with some adult implications. Nothing explicit.
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Attempt 1:
He was ready. He'd spent the morning rehearsing in the mirror, had the whole routine memorized. He could do this. He would do this.
Bruno Madrigal, most feared and powerful member of the Madrigals (so said the town), was going to ask the most beautiful woman in Encanto to have coffee.
He'd seen her once, a week before, and she took his breath away. She'd been dancing by herself as she headed into town from the forest, and he knew he needed to get to know her.
He was gonna do it.
Any second now.
She passed by his usual lurking spot and all of the confidence in his body vanished.
His jaw was down to the ground, and as he tried to gather himself, he tripped on his own feet, ending up in a ball on the dirt.
The girl stopped, eyes wide, and rushed over to help him up. "Goodness. Señor Madrigal, are you alright?"
"Fine! Fine! Just… caught up with… important future things," he said with mock bravado, standing up straight, chest puffed out. Yes, yes, this was-
"Bueno. Have a good day," the girl replied quickly. She dusted herself off and hurriedly made her way to somewhere else.
".....would you like to maybe I don't know um get coffee……?" He barely heard his own voice as she faded into the distance.
Great.
Attempt 2:
Okay. So. She wasn't afraid of him on sight, which gave him… some kind of advantage, surely?
Of course, knowing her name would likely help.
Asking about it (to those that didn't immediately run in fear) only gave him looks. Not the terrified, "please-don't-ruin-my-life" looks he was used to, but perplexed, nearly disgusted ones.
Okay, sure, maybe he was a little older than her (maybe? Hopefully not by too much? He didn't even know!), but that wasn't so heinous, was it?
Still, she was passing by again, and managed not to trip over himself as he caught up to her.
"Excuse me," he said, heart racing.
She glanced over, slowing her pace only slightly.
"Yes?"
"I… um. My name is Bruno. I mean, I'm sure you know that but, um, I was wondering…"
Okay he could do this.
"Wondering?"
"Yes! Wondering if you…"
Come on Bruno!
"If you would… tell me your name!"
Oh for pity's sake.
Still, it was something, right?
She raised an eyebrow, pausing her march to… wherever it was she went every day.
"You really wanna know?"
"...yes?"
"People call me Mariposa."
"Is that what you want me to call you?"
That was a totally normal thing to ask, right?
She snorted, shaking her head.
"Sure."
He was about to say more when he heard his name. He glanced back to see Julietta, waving at him to come home for dinner. When he looked back to the woman, she was back on her walk.
Well, the day wasn't a total loss, right?
Attempt 3:
"What do you know about the beautiful woman called Mariposa?"
Mariano dropped the plate he was holding, and it would have shattered on Casita's floor if Bruno hadn't caught it.
"Nothing! I know nothing about any Mariposa!"
The younger man glanced around, likely looking to see if his fiance was close enough to hear him. He didn't spot her, but… that didn't mean anything with Dolores.
He leaned in close. "Did someone tell you to ask me? Is she giving you a problem?" He asked in a whisper.
"What? No, why would she-"
"Forget it! I said nothing!"
With that, Mariano ran - literally ran - out the door.
Well that was strange.
Maybe he'd ask Maribel about it later.
After he tried to ask Miss Mariposa to have lunch or coffee or something again.
Except she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in her usual path for the day, and again asking about her led to more unusual glances.
Well, tomorrow for sure then, right?
Attempt 4:
Another day without asking Mariposa for coffee. She saw him at his usual spot and before he could say anything, one of his rats scurried up to him, and then just up him, onto his head. And he couldn't just ask her out with a rat in his hair, and honestly? The whole thing just felt too weird at that point. So he went back to Casita to have a little chat with his niece.
"Mirabel, what do you know about a girl in the town named Mariposa?"
Mirabel's face scrunched up, making her glasses slip forward.
"Whatever anyone's said, they're just being mean," she said defiantly.
"I, um, no one's said anything, actually. They just give me this disgusted look when I ask. Literally all I know is her name and that she's beautiful and I want to know her better."
Mirabel sighed, pushing her glasses back.
"Mariposa is… well, people say she's like a beautiful butterfly, like her namesake, and… men are the flowers she visits. The exact phrasing is a little more crude, but she was apparently popular with the boys in her old town, and is known as… well…"
She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, and Bruno almost asked for clarification, but it sunk in all at once.
"Oh! So that's why Mariano was in such a hurry to deny having anything to do with her," he mumbled, more to himself than anything.
"Oof, yeah, I can't imagine he'd want Dolores to hear any rumours about him being seen with Mariposa. Not that any of them would be true! She's not- I mean, I don't actually know if she- but, I mean, she's really sweet," Mirabel sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Bruno nodded. "I… yeah. She seems nice. If a little… hard-shelled."
Mirabel nodded in agreement. "Probably isn't easy…"
Bruno sighed and nodded. "Probably not."
Still, he knew better than most what rumours were actually worth.
Attempts 5 - 8:
Another rat incident.
A likely hilarious-to-see case of him trying to follow her and walking into a wall.
One time he got close, but instead of asking her to get a coffee, he just kept repeating "how are you today?"
"Good, you?"
"Good, and you?" For about three minutes before just stopping and walking himself back home.
Attempt 9:
Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay.
There were no rats. He had plenty of time before dinner. He knew her name. She knew his name. He wasn't going to trip over his own feet.
He thought he had it all figured out.
But something could still go wrong. Of course it could. One of a thousand things could go wrong! Maybe someone would tell her to stay away. Maybe he'd get stung by a bee (a remarkably common problem if Augustin was anything to go by).
Maybe he'd just sneak a peek into the future to see if she'd even walk by this way. Just a few seconds of his Gift, a flash of prophecy. Something tiny.
He focused his eyes and-
Oh.
She was there, and he was there and-
And-
They were.. hugging? No-
Oh.
Oh.
Well. Um. This was-
Um.
Reputation aside, this-
He'd never even-
And then it was gone.
He was left with a tiny green tablet, much smaller than a "full" prophecy would leave, about the size of his hand, and the picture was-
It-
Well-
He shoved it into his pocket before anyone else could see.
As stood there, trying to comprehend what he'd just seen, she passed by, and he couldn't do anything more than stare after her, anxiety and something else entirely building in his body.
He ran home and hid in his room the rest of the night, little green whatever clutched close.
Attempt 10:
Three weeks passed, and he never even worked up the courage to leave his room, much less go try and ask the woman out again.
His visions always came true, but this was frankly impossible. Not to mention there was no way he could speak to the girl now, much less carry on any kind of meaningful dialogue.
How do you even look someone in the eye, or general face-neck region, after…?
Just go "hi remember me? I'm the creep who keeps trying to say hi, and boy, you're not gonna believe what I saw in a vision!"
It was the worst pickup line in the world, in a massive, cosmic joke.
"Hey, I see the future and I'm in yours."
"Hey, I foretell of what's to come and I know someday I'll make you-"
No no he couldn't even think that one the rest of the way through.
Well dammit.
How does one ask out the object of their affections whilst being able to picture what they look like without their clothes? How does one get coffee with someone they don't know anything about yet, but will someday, apparently, know biblically?
Maybe he just unlocked a new gift - manifesting wishful thinking.
Yeah right.
He was just gonna stay here, safe in his room, where no one-
"Brunito?"
Pepa broke his train of thought.
"There's a… woman… here to see you?"
No no no, it couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be-
"Her name is Mariposa."
Great. Just his luck.
He sighed and plastered on a neutral face, hoping it was some kind of mistake.
Nope!
There she was! Standing there, in Casita, right in front of his door!
"H-h-hhhhhi…" nope. Couldn't do this.
He was about to close the door when she stepped in.
"I didn't see you for a few days so I got worried!"
What??
She ducked her head and thrust a basket at him. It had bread and jams and honey.
"I know it isn't much, and I know your sister literally has magic food healing powers, but I thought you might like this!"
Oh. That was… sweet. Very sweet.
Bruno accepted the basked delicately.
"I. Um. Thank you?" He whispered.
"Y-you're welcome! Not that it has to mean anything or anything, I just got worried because you're usually out and you smile and- and, um, I missed that…" she trailed off, hugging herself.
"I… you… missed me? Me?"
"Yeah, well, you're nice to me. And not in a creepy, 'hey so I heard you're easy to get to know' kinda way…"
Well that made him feel all kinds of weird. Good, that she seemed to like and trust him, but also… well… hm.
"I, um, I… thank you," he managed.
She nodded, glancing back up at him. "And… I mean… would you maybe… like to get a coffee? Just in a friendly way," she added quickly, "I'm not, I mean… I know what people… say about me."
Bruno looked down, nodding.
"You know what people say about me?"
She nodded.
"Well, it's kind of true. I mean. I can see the future. And, um, I just…"
He floundered, and before he could stop himself, he thrust the tiny prophecy from his pocket towards her, and as she took and observed it, he looked pointedly away, at the sand falling from a ledge.
"Oh," she whispered.
He whined softly, entirely not sure what to do. This had been a mistake. All of it had been a massive mistake. He himself was-
"I'm sorry, this must have been really weird to try and… live with."
He glanced back over to see she was holding the little green peepshow towards him.
All he could do was nod.
"And here I thought you didn't like me at all or something."
She was grinning.
Grinning.
And… it was beautiful.
Bruno nodded, a tiny smile forming on his face.
"No, I've just been trying to ask you on a date for the last month or so…"
She laughed. Laughed, like bells or a river or something else exquisitely beautiful, and he just smiled even wider.
"Well, I think this means I'm saying yes… though I don't think that's going to be our first date. I mean, I know what people say about me. I'm not-"
"I know! I know, I mean, Mirabel told me you're really nice."
The smile she wore now was gentle, fond, even.
"So is she. But. I mean. I would like to go have dinner or something. And get to know you. The real you, not the goldfish slayer," she added with another incredible grin.
"I'd like that too," Bruno replied, blushing from his ears to his toes.
"And, I mean, I'm open to… that… happening someday…" she added, and oh, she was blushing, and it was adorable. Was it this cute when he did it? No, surely not.
"I mean, I'd like that, just… I know it's awkward and I'm hardly anyone's… well, I mean, I've never done anything like… you know."
"Hey, that's okay. Let's just… take it one day at a time then. Maybe forget about… that."
Bruno nodded eagerly, and tossed the little green tablet over his shoulder like salt, letting it sail into the sandy pits below.
Not that he'd forget what was on it too soon.
Still.
He had a date to not screw up, with the most beautiful woman in Encanto. Who he'd managed to ask out. Finally.
you love when abby makes love to you, god, it really is the best feeling in the world. she’s sweet on you like honey, her lips explore every inch of your skin getting addicted to taste of you. she kisses you soft, deep as her velvet tongue invades your mouth. you moan into her mouth running your fingers through her hair, pulling at golden strands tenderly. abby could do this forever, kissing your pretty plump lips as she has you to pinned to her bed with wide hips.
she doesn’t really like using her strap, not when she wants to be close to you. abby likes to feel your pretty pussy on hers. it feels better than anything in the world. it’s when she feels the most connected to you. she always starts off slow, looking down at you with the like you’re the most precious person in the world. abby likes the sharp intake of your breath as she bends over, placing her forehead against your own, long hair cascading over you like a mesmerizing waterfall. you fingers wrap around her throat applying enough pressure for her to let out a deprived moan; one only you could pull out of her.
“i love your pussy so much, baby. always so perfect for me. such a good girl for me. i love you so much. never want anyone else, always going to be you.” abby flexes her thighs as she fully sits her cunt on yours, her pussy clenching. her clit throbbing in delight as you roll your hips upwards.
the muscled beauty picks up the pace, abby meets your thrusts as your wet slick combines with hers. it’s music to her ears, hearing how much you love this. how much you love her. abby bites your earlobe gently before she starts talking you through it. “wanna by my good girl? huh? do you? come for me, babygirl. need to feel you. god, it’s all i thought about today. your cum dripping all over my cunt, maybe even on my thighs a little bit. could you lick it off for me, baby? yeah? s’all i want. can you give me what i want, angel?”
thinking about sitting on abby’s lap at a house party, big beefy arm wrapped around your waist lightly. your ex-girlfriend sending a death glare abby’s way across the other side of the room makes her pull you closer against her chest, leaving no space between you two. a blunt going from your lips to hers. the higher she gets the more affectionate and possessive abby becomes.
she’s whispering in your ear, silky voice light and airy, just how much she wants to fuck you. how beautiful you look tonight. she’s pulling at the hem of your shirt, until her palm lays flat against your stomach. skin on skin, your spine shivers. abby loves how much her touch effects you. her fingers are right above your clothed cunt, teasing you endlessly, but not quite giving into what you need.
abby whispers in your ear “it’s cute, you know? your ex thinking she still has a chance. thinking her cunt feels better than mine. thinks she can eat you out better than i can.” her breath is warm as she pants in your ear. it’s uneven, messy — hot.
“how about i fuck you in her bedroom upstairs? do you think she’ll get the message then? maybe if you squirt all over her sheets, yeah? would you like that, baby? yeah, i bet you would. i bet this pussy is dripping for me. i’m barely touching you but, fuck, i can practically smell you.” abby kisses your neck, as you crane it to the side, allowing her access to it.
abby has you standing up, before she grabs your hand ascending up the stairs into your ex-girlfriend’s vacant bedroom.
“i meant what i said. we’re not leaving this room until you’re squirting all over my face. okay, angel?” you nod eagerly, mouth devouring hers. “now, be a good girl and strip for me.” abby smacks your ass and sits on the bed, watching as you discard each item of clothing. she takes off her shirt, knowing you love to see her broad, freckled shoulders.
“remember angel, be as loud as you want. okay? she needs to be reminded exactly who you belong to.” abby manhandles, practically throwing you on the bed before she places herself in between your thighs.
milf!abby loves taking care of you. she’s sweet on you from the day the two of you met and god, it’s tooth rotting the longer the two of are together. your first date, she cooks for you in her empty house before she eats you out on the couch. the third date, you have to cancel on her because you’ve caught the flu from your roommate and she shows up on your doorstep with antibiotics, chicken noodle soup she made from scratch, and all the cuddles needed to nurse you back to health.
“i’m here for you angel, always here for you sweet girl.” abby kisses the back of you neck as she lays her big bicep over your shivering body. the muscled blonde is trying to tell herself she’s just the nurturing type, especially after her daughter, but the rapid thumping of her heart reeking havoc in her chest tells abby otherwise.
the first time abby takes you shopping, it’s for lingerie. she’s insatiable and insists staying in the changing room each time you slip in and out of a new number your girlfriend picked out for you. the last one is simple, just a black mesh bra, perky nipples poking through the expensive material. the thong slids up your ass, cheeks on display for her.
her large hands are sinfully rough against your exposed hips as she pulls you towards her, forcing you to sit on her lap, thick thighs welcoming, as she’s in a typical manspreading position on the bench. the tips of her fingers move along your thighs before she drawing intricate shapes on your ass. abby likes to see you squirm from her touch, loves the effect she has on you. she’s kissing your chest, soft lips causing your back to arch, breasts in her face as she pops one out of the cup, pulling your nipple into her mouth, skilled tongue flicking over the bud. your grinding against her, begging for more friction but abby’s pants don’t have much to offer. it’s when abby realizes she’s going to have to buy a ruined pair of panties. there’s not a doubt your cunt is dripping for her.
“do you need mommy to fuck you? sweet fucking pussy can’t handle it, huh? always begging for my lips, my mouth. but you want my cock, right baby? always need to be filled to the brim. can’t stand it when i’m not inside you. what a good fucking slut you are, baby.”
