Swoooooned

swoooooned😖

I'll probably go ...(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

this is so wholesome 😖💗💗 aaagh

Sup!

If you're not busy can I request a Camilo x Fem!Selective Mute/Quiet!Reader who's really good and making decorative stuff?

(This takes place after the events of the movie)

Alma decided to hold a party for Mirabel and her Family as an apology for what she did and as a way to let them relax. Alma also thought they should minimize using their powers as a postive way to tribute Mirabel's no gift and make her feel special.

Cam meets the reader in the party giving Isa a small crystal lanterns with her exotic plants adorning it, Luisa a detachable skirt that can be used as a comfort blanket, and Mira a butterfly hairpin (He also sees some jewelry boxes in her bag) so he decides to go and chat with her, only for the reader to write that she's mute. They hang out for the while (Mostly Cam speaking and the Reader using body language and notes to "communicate") and he gets to know she's the town decor and accessory maker who came to give every single Madrigal a gift of her own making but has a hard time doing so. (Cue Camilo helping the reader give the trinkets to his fam.) After the party ends, Camilo lays in his bed grabbing the gift he received from the reader and is surprised when a note was hidden in it.

"If you're free, come visit my shop tomorrow."

–[Y/N]

(Again Cue Camilo grinning softly of this new foundation of friendship or maybe romance)

You can change this request if you want, maybe even ignore it. Anyway tysm for reading and bye, have a good day! ^–^

Hi anon! This idea was so cute! This takes place the day after Camilo gets the note! I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful day/night <3

Warning: Pairing: Camilo x mute!fem!reader Masterlist || Requests are open || Request Guideline TAG: @toodeepintofandoms @slytherinambitious @dai-tsukki-desu

Camilo stood outside her shop, the not she had given him the night before was burning a hole into his pocket. When he had met her the night before, he did not think he would be seeing her again so soon. Despite living in Encanto all of his life he had rarely gone into her shop. He had never needed to enter the store, Mirabel often made the things he needed.

The shopfront was nice, it looked like many of the other shops in Encanto. Yet it held her own little spark, the hand made decorations hanging in the windows and from above the door. Taking a deep breath he walked inside the shop, the bell ringing to signal his arrival.

The store was overflowing with everything the girl made. The smaller things sitting on tables, clothing was hung up or on a mannequin. There was a lack of people in the store, it seemed bare of life. But the sounds of beads hitting together caused him to look near the back, behind the counter.

Coming from the back room (Y/N) held a half-finished shirt in her hand. Pins stuck out of the fabric, the girl being careful as she placed it on the counter. Ensuring it did not lose any of the pins that she stuck in them.

Seeing Camilo there her eyes light up slightly waving to the boy, one he returned a little too eagerly. "I got your note....thank you for the gift." As usual, she said nothing, but her smile brightened at his praise.

Grabbing a paper and pen from behind the counter she walked over to him as she wrote. Despite not looking she managed to not hit anything. Holding up the paper he read the words on it 'thank you :) I am very happy you liked it.'

"Of course I liked it! How could I not?" Camilo exclaimed with a smile on his face. (Y/N) grabbed his hand to lead him through the shop towards the back room she had come from. The only thing separating the room from the shop were some coloured beads, he assumed she had made herself.

Passing through the beads the back room was much brighter than the shop. A little desk sat against a wall, while many unfinished projects acted like tripping hazards on the floor. Still pulling him around she lead him to the far side of the room, where something large was hidden by a large cloth.

"What's this?" Camilo asks reaching forward to grab the cloth, his hand was quickly smacked away by the girl. A frown on her face, clearly displayed her distance that he tried to see the object prematurely. It surprised him how easy you conveyed so many words despite not saying a single word.

It wasn't until she shooed him away that she grabbed the cloth and revealed what it was keeping hidden. It was a mirror with a wooden outline, the wood had lots of added detail along with many words.

Stepping forward he ran his fingers over the wood, allowing his fingers to trace over the creaves. It was very stunning yet he had no idea why she had it. "What's this for?"

It only took her a moment to write down what she wanted to say. 'Its for you, so you never forget who you are <3'

my baby's bd is on DEC 28❤️ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ✨ I'm pinning this on my calendar rn

OMFG , CAMILO'S BDAY IS ON DEC 28!!!

December baby ❤️❤️❤️

That man's self esteem is still crushed.

what i wouldn't do to have him force open my legs bc i'm just too damn shy for his tastes. but he loves it, because it gives him a chance to look at my flustered n embarrassed expression caused from him get up close n personal with my pussy 😪 tells me how good i am to him as he laps up my cunt like a dog as i squeal for him to stop because it's getting to be too much.. god i'm in love with him - 💋

he thinks it's cute, the way you struggle and try to hide from him as if all of your past efforts to resist weren't proven futile. mocks your weak cries of wait! and don't! bc he knows you don't mean it, you're just a shy lil thing. takes his time just to watch you get embarrassed and try in vain to close your thighs against his gaze. spreads open your folds with his fingers and whistles at the sight. you're lucky he doesn't have the patience to sit and taunt you for hours, bc he would be ruthless with his teasing. likes seeing you unraveled for him, gives him an ego boost. n' when he eats you out, he's messy with it. sucks and licks at your pussy until he's satisfied, and if you try to yank on his hair or push at his head bc it's too much, he'll catch your wrists and hold tight with a warning glance

guys my age DRABBLE "my whore" folder"

Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DNI!!! 18+!!!!!! HARD KINK!!!!!!!

cw/tw: bimbo reader, incel bruno, dom bruno, sub reader, masturbation, various BDSM/kink scenarios, blackmail mention, incel bruno being an emotionally repressed asshole, what else is new?

a/n: yall..... well, yall did it. here I am. unable to resist you all.

buy me a ko-fi?

He's on his couch, alone, in absolute, complete, utter silence.

His TV is silent, dark, he didn't bother turning it on. He also didn't bother wearing pants, only in his boxers and a stained wifebeater. He doesn't even want to think about how badly he reeks.

That... pathetic whore has been busy. He scoffs. Busy. What the fuck can this brainless thing be busy with, huh? On and off photoshoots, modeling, showing her body off to the camera, he hates it. Hates every second of it.

So he makes her life as hard as possible, usually. He leaves as many hickeys, bruises and marks upon her body, as he can, so she's embarrassed when her makeup artist tries to hide them, thick, purple blotches upon her skin, which even makeup can't hide.

And he's sure the makeup artist thinks it's from a boyfriend. Pfft, boyfriend. Bruno stares at the ceiling with a small, amused smile. As if. She'd never get a boyfriend. She's far too dumb for that. She's far too brainless for that.

What would she even need a boyfriend for, when she has him, her bestest friend?

And even if that thought doesn't feel as comfortable, any longer, even if those two words leave a bitter, sour, taste in his mouth, even if they feel sharp and pointy against his teeth, he says them, over and over again.

Fuck it.

There's nothing new on discord. There's nothing new on reddit. There's just nothing new, it's the same old bullshit, the same old messages, the same old memes. They're all the same.

Bruno can't believe he's saying this but.... he's bored. So bored. There aren't any new plays or scripts to write. He could drive down to the parlor and just hang around there. But he's too lazy to move.

By sheer accident, his finger slips, lands on the gallery icon. And he feels a jolt of annoyance, but then he's calm again. He hasn't looked through his camera roll for a long, long while. It's not the worst possible thing to kill time with.

In his Camera folder, there are barely any pictures. Like two, or three blurry pictures of his rats, or their cage. Nothing more. There are two more folders, screenshots and downloads, but those folders are almost completely filled with pictures of sketches for his tattoos, of client's inspo pictures, or some random IT shit, nothing interesting, really. Damn, does he really only have like two, three folders on his phone? Really?

Suddenly his body grows warm.

Well, there is... one more.

Hidden under a special wall of protection, coded to literally self destruct if someone enters the wrong password three times. That wouldn't ever happen to him, but... just in case.

Hey, he just wants to protect what's his, okay? Fucking sue him.

Bruno quickly types his way through the protection, enters countless passwords, before finally, finally, a couple hundred of pictures appear on his screen.

His eyes narrow, a cruel smile blooming upon his lips.

Oh, gorgeous. Blackmail material. Nothing more, nothing less.

He scrolls down to the very first picture he took of her. Back when they had only started becoming... very, very good friends. In the dressing rooms, when she stood on her knees in front of him, all while he filled her mouth up with his seed.

A white hot jolt of arousal rushes down his spine.

He clicks onto the pic, holds her gaze with his, as she looks up at him with her pretty, brainless eyes, all while her tongue is stuck out, his cock resting upon her bottom lip.

Blood rushes down to his groin, and Bruno lets out a scoff.

She should know better than to let him take pictures of her.... But... here they are. Nearly 290 pictures in this folder, which he could use anytime he'd like to ruin her life. But, alas, he keeps them for himself. For no particular reason at all.

His hand travels down his body on its own, wraps around his half hard cock as he swipes towards the next one.

Oh, right. Pictures he took of her, when she passed out upon his cock.

Bruno smiles to himself. Ah yes. Good times. Her falsies fell off and he found so, so much pleasure in spitting in her face to "glue" them back onto her cheeks...

The next picture is of her, when he was choking her with a belt he found on the floor, while simultaneously choking her on his cock, the thick, bulbous head of his member lodged deep, deep within her throat.

There are a few pictures he took up her skirt, or of her undressing, or of her sitting under his desk, with her nose buried in his stained boxers, as he forced her to "breathe him". He made her lick his balls afterwards, he recalls. An apology for looking so stupid.

His thumb furiously swipes, as his hand lazily moves up and down his member, rock hard and leaking.

This is a picture he took of her when she blew him behind a gas station. He forced her to wear a bra two sizes too small that day, that's why her face looked extremely stupid.

His cock jerks in his palm at the next picture.

Her, licking a Popsicle he held out for her. A colorful explosion upon her tongue, as she looked up at him through her falsies.

Fuck....

His hand speeds up, slightly, and Bruno licks his dry lips.

This is a picture he took of her warming his cock with her mouth. And this is a picture he took of her, after he nearly drowned her. He filled the entire sink with water, and then held her head underwater, just to watch her struggle.

He did buy her a cute dress afterwards, he thinks, and rolls his eyes.

Ugh, whatever, next picture....

Her face buried underneath his armpit. He had been down at the parlor all day, tattooing, and the fan had just stopped working, out of nowhere. He reeked of sweat by the end of the day, wearing what used to be a shirt, but he ripped the sleeves off, so it was tattered and torn, and Hernando's wife, Maria, rolled her eyes each and every time she saw him wear that thing.

So of course he crashed by his whore's place, just to make her lick his armpits clean. And then he came on her pillow, threatening to literally bury her underground, if she doesn't sleep upon the mess.

She sent him a picture in the morning. Her face caked in his come. Because apparently she went to sleep the moment he left, rubbed her face in his sperm.

His cock jerks in his palm and Bruno shifts. Oh fuck....

The pictures are a blur as he swipes and swipes and swipes, barely focusing on all the different times he's humiliated and degraded her.

But then he's caught off guard.

There's a picture of her sleeping on his couch. Soft and gentle and so, so beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

He leaks against his fingers as he stares onto the picture.

Swipes to the next, but it's even... worse.

Because it's not degrading. Not... humiliating at all. It's her, smiling up at him, from his lap.

When did he even take the picture?

His fist moves faster, he can barely breathe as he swipes onto the next one.

Her, gently kissing the tip of his cock.

Her, sleeping in his bed.

Her, laughing at the sign of a cafe.

Her, cuddled up to him, throwing a peace sign, while he looks mildly annoyed at the camera.

Her, playing with his rats.

Her, kissing Arepa on his fluffy little head.

Her, peppering his thighs in kiss marks, staining his skin with pink lipstick.

Bruno comes with a strangled moan.

Spills into his palm, spills against the fabric of his boxers, against his fingers. It's messy and it's hot, and he can barely breathe. Fuck... He's nearly suffocating, but he almost feels as satisfied as when she sucks his cock.

Almost.

He lets out a breathy giggle, and only then, does he notices, that the door is open. That someone's watching him.

There's a familiar jingle of charms upon a bedazzled phone.

"Beeb..?"

He barely turns his head, glancing up at the whore in the doorway, as she shifts upon her huge heels. He offers her a cruel grin as he lifts his hand, still sticky with his come.

She giggles, she kicks her shoes off, slowly walks towards the couch, not bothering to close the door behind herself.

First, Bruno freezes.

Then... he chokes.

And then he nearly falls off the couch, when he notes the huge bouquet of pink roses she's holding within her arms.

To be continued....