Relaxing Headcannons With S/o For Isabela And Luisa?

Mirabel and Julieta help y/n design and sew her wedding dress while Isabela helps dye it with her flowers💕

This is adorable!

“Amor, that doesn’t seem fair.” Luisa protested, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.

“When was the last time you had a day that was just about you?”

“It’s about us!”

“Darling, when was the last time anyone gave a single damn about the groom?” You crossed the room, squeezing her arms gently. “I want this to be a wonderful day for you. I want you to wear an extravagant gown and walk down that aisle feeling like a princess.”

“What about you?” She argued.

“What about you?” You countered.

“Walk with me.”

“What about your papa?” She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn’t come up with anything compelling. Finally she came up with an idea. “He could escort us both.”

“You’re the one the people in this valley care about.”

“That’s not true!” You arched an eyebrow. “They just don’t know your name. That’s all.” She offered weakly.

“I exist to the auxiliary to you as far as they are concerned.” She took both of your hands in hers looking you square in the eye.

“Is this really what you want?”

“Yes.” She didn’t look happy, until a clever look came over her face. She kissed both of your hands and refused to say another word about it as you got ready for bed. The next evening you found out why.

“I’ll need to take your measurements.” Mirabel said over dinner.

“I thought you already had Luisa’s measurements.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Not Luisa’s yours.”

“Why do you need mine? Luisa’s the one who’s going to wear the gown.” You pointed out. “The person not in the gown usually is in their Sunday best.”

“There’s no reason for you not to have a new dress for the wedding.” Luisa argued.

“I thought we had this figured out last night.” You said, rubbing your face with a hand.

“We did. There are just a few stipulation so I don’t worry that you feel neglected.” She said, “you don’t have to wear white, but I want you to wear something you feel radiant in.”

“You worry too much, amor.”

“Please, just humor me.” You shrugged, not continuing the argument. The next day, Julietta and Mirabel gathered your measurements and fabric to make a dress for you.

“I would say that black goes well with white, but that would definitely send the wrong message.” You said trying to figure out a way to alter the fabric.

“What about blue or purple?” Isabela suggested, offering two deeply colored flowers to you.

“I don’t know, that seems a bit ostentatious. The last thing I want is to take attention from Luisa.” You disagreed. Isa rolled her eyes.

“You do remember you’re marrying her, right? It’s your day too.”

“And how much attention was payed to Mariano during his wedding to Dolores?” You argued.

“What about orange?” Julietta said.

“I don’t think that’s better.” You were fixed with irritated looks from all the present Madrigal women. “I would think you would be all on board for me wearing something simple and understated. She deserves this day being something out of a fairytale.”

“She said the same thing about you.” Mirabel said, taking a pink flower and holding it against your skin before doing the same with the orange.

“Definitely the orange.” Isabela said gathering it from Mirabel and walking out of the room. You sighed, before looking at the designs Mirabel had drawn up.

“I like the long sleeves, but maybe we could raise the neckline quite a bit.” You suggested.

“I’m not making you a nun’s habit.” Mirabel deadpanned.

“That would require it being looser too.” You got a smack on the arm with the notebook she was using. An hour or two later Isa came back, dragging orange fabric with her. You had hashed out the details of the dress, and had all the pieces cut out in an evening.

“Amor! Wake up!” You jolted awake, the horrible dream fading from your mind. Luisa was holding you, rubbing your back to try to soothe you. You made some weak protests about being fine and got up, slipping into the newly purposed sewing room. The fabric was still there, on the floor. You shuddered slightly. In the dream, you had been standing at the alter Luisa walked in, but no one stood or looked at her because of the eyesore of a dress. You knelt and sobbed.

“Angel?” Luisa whispered. You looked up at her beautiful face. She pulled you into her lap, petting your hair. “Is this your dress?” She asked, picking up one of the strips of fabric. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s too much! It’s too loud, too orange. I was too busy disagreeing with, I don’t know who and didn’t tell Isa to keep it light.” She held you tighter, moving to place the strip against your skin.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The next day you were able to get the pieces sewn together. There has been some disagreement about added embellishments, but you were far less resistant than you were the day before. Julietta helped you put it on, and you gasped slightly.

“It’s perfect.”

hii idk if i’m sending this to the right place but i love ur luisa x readers and i just read a bunch for like an hour straight

anyways if there was any way you could do a luisa x reader with something about her playing w the readers hair that would be amazing

So freaking cute!

You had followed Luisa around all day, helping gather fallen debris from the storm that wasn’t Pepa’s fault, per her insistence. Luisa had walked slower so that she wasn’t leaving you behind, put it didn’t make the task easier for you. You were wet and and cold and bone tired and filthy by the time you made it back to Casita.

The warm bath felt delightful, and you sulked s little when the water started to get cold. You stepped out, drying off and dressing quickly, making a bee-line for Luisa’s bed once you were decent. She sat combing through her hair at her vanity while you crawled under the covers shivering a little.

“Amor? Are you alright?” She asked, still brushing out any tangles.

“Yeah, fine.” You shivered again. “Just a little cold.” She hummed in response,and crossed to her bed, brush in hand. She laid down next to you, wrapping her arms around you and propping you up against her chest. You snuggled into her body heat.

“You’re so warm.” You mumbled.

“Benefit of all this muscle.” She joked. “Hey, turn so you’re facing me, I don’t want you to wake up with a rat’s nest in your hair tomorrow.” Luisa’s hands guided you to where she wanted you, and the brush started at the ends of your hair. Thankfully it wasn’t in too bad s condition, and she encountered very few tangles as she brushed.

“You’re too good to me.” You mumbled against her collar bones.

“Hardly.” She laughed. She set the brush down and started petting your hair, contenting herself with touching the soft strands. You yawned a little, feeling the presence of sleep start to pull you in. Her fingers began to gently massage your scalp.

“Keep this up, I’m gonna *yawn* fall asleep.” You said, your eyelids already heavy.

“Go ahead.” She kissed the top of your head. “You worked hard today, you need rest.”

“So did you.” Came your mumbled protest.

“Go to sleep, mi Vida, I’ve got you.”

I just loved your headcanons for the girls, can we have some for Luisa now, pretty please? 🥺

| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — headcanons.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — luisa madrigal x gn!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — angsty content, fluffy content, nsfw content.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — n/a.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — WHEW i was literally pondering over doing this one so thank you so much for your request! please enjoy!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — nsfw and sfw headcanons revolving around luisa madrigal and what being her s/o would be like.

SFW ✧･ﾟ—

• the only pet name she calls you—the only name really—would be “cariño”

• the only time she really uses your actual name is when she’s upset with you.

• you simply call her “querida” or “lulu”. (she pretends to be embarrassed by the second little nickname when she actually really loves it.)

• is constantly trying to show off to you. a little relaxing walk through the forest and she shows you how easily she can tear a tree out of the ground.

• glows with your praise and adores impressing you.

• a big romantic due to her love for romances in all fiction.

• not a single day goes by where she doesn’t give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. don’t even try to explain how it’s a lot of flowers she will simply continue to give them to you.

• loves carrying you everywhere and anywhere she can any chance you give her.

• the one time you saw her with her hair down you complimented it with a big smile. ever since that day she did her best to wear her hair down around you all the time.

• whenever she’s feeling weak or upset emotionally she tries to push you away, feeling the need to hold the burden herself.

• sometimes she’ll let you in but other rare times she’ll snap at you. ):

• those rare times when she does snap at you, she will do the most extravagant and big gesture of apology. (she once carved you into a stone slab with her bare hands.)

• writes you love poems every once in a while, always signing with a kiss mark.

• she’s a jealous person. but not an angry or passive-aggressive jealous but a sad and upset jealous. mopey jealous.

• communication will always be a rough spot for the two of you, luisa struggling to express herself without feeling like a burden.

• the first week of dating you she went and had an engagement ring made for you.

• was the first to say “i love you” during a drunken spiel where she also made the first move.

• whenever you’re upset she tosses you into the air and spins you around, always earning a laugh of excitement from you.

• luisa isn’t sure she’s ever felt anything hurt more than seeing you feeling anything negative.

• her love language is words of affirmation.

• luisa’s favorite touch of yours is hand holding. she always does the little swaying thing with your hands when they’re interlaced.

• no matter how much you reassure her, the constant overwhelming fear of accidentally hurting you will forever weigh down her heart.

NSFW ✧･ﾟ—

• praisepraisepraisepraise. luisa madrigal loves praise.

• her favorite part of you are your lips.

• her sex drive is higher than normal.

• luisa absolutely loves giving you oral.

• pull on her hair and she will be a melting puddle of pure bliss.

• the same goes for scratching her.

• she isn’t a fan of leaving any sort of marks on you, even love bites or hickeys.

• however she does love when you leave marks on her. bite her, scratch her, suck—she loves it all.

• no set role during sex, both of you more or less just go with whatever you’re both feeling.

• she loves overstimulating you. the only time she’s ever really “mean” or “hard” is when she’s mocking you or teasing you over your whines and pleads.

• her face gets red insanely easily when you manage to even drop a drip of lust into her heart.

• she’s very vocal during sex, not in a loud way but in a frequent way. long moans, heavy breathing, pleads, begs.

• afabs—grinding on her thigh is a must.

• amabs—edging until you’re throbbing and twitching for release.

• completely shaven down there but the rest of her body has wispy peach fuzz.

• will make sure you’re satisfied before her, then she’ll have her fun.

• is very gentle when handling you, but she absolutely loves being as close to your bare skin as she can.

• aftercare, so much aftercare even with the most soft and vanilla sex ever.

• crying kink.

• likes to have sex in front of mirrors, she loves making you watch whatever is happening between the two of you.

• teases you in a joking manner after sex. mimicking your moans, faces, etc. until you’re hot-faced and crying of laughter.

• falls asleep after assuring you’re all settled, little spoon to your big spoon.

sub sevika just makes my brain going mush AAHHH 

Bedroom Eyes - collared!Sevika x Femdom!Reader

Summary: Sevika comes in for regular sessions but she leaves with a little something extra.

A/N: This ended up being a little longer than I thought. I really indulged myself with shameless s*x and emotions. I can't help it, I love to pine. This was not proofread so all mistakes are my own. xoxo Ravioli <3

Warnings: smut 18+, collaring, leash tugging, shoe worship, leg worship, strap on use, reader only goes by 'Mistress', slight pup/pet play, language, slight angst with a happy ending

PS: Some of the titles of my fics are names of songs I associate the story with. This one is Bedroom Eyes by the Dum Dum Girls if you want to give it a listen <3

Minors do NOT interact

*Knock knock*

You'd be lying if you said you weren't anticipating your session with a certain brute force woman.

Sevika had been coming to you for months now. You weren't like the other girls that worked at Babette's. You took on a much different interest once you got comfortable and acquired the type of clientele that fit your 'talents'.

Never really been one to take any lip, playing nice and submitting felt like a waste to what you were truly capable of in your line of work. Word spread about you being one of the top Domme's at the brothel, which eventually brought in more customers seeking your services. All of them paid very handsomely as well. Especially Sevika.

You turned to meet the tall woman at the entryway. A smile made its way to your face when you noticed how meek she looked waiting for you to acknowledge her. Even though her stance stayed strong and tall, her back was stiff, eyes didn't come up to meet yours, and her hands fiddled at her sides.

Your head tilted to the side, "Always on time aren't you...Puppy?" The way the pet name left your lips flicked a switch inside the brunette. She wasn't in the head space yet, but she sure as hell was about to be. Sevika felt a tingle in the back of her head as that word wormed its way through her ear and twisted itself deep in the back of her mind.

"Don't get all shy on me now, pet. You can speak." You said to mostly reassure the woman. You wanted her to submit, not be afraid of her time here.

"My apologies, I'd never be late for you, Mistress." Just like your pet name for the taller woman affected her, the honorific she spoke back affected you. A title that already built you up but when spoken from her felt like it was laced in praise and gold.

"You certainly never are. Come in, make yourself comfortable while I grab some things." You gave Sevika a comforting smile before walking away to a dresser. The brunette slowly paced up to a couch with a long coffee table in front. On the table laid a crystal glass cup, a pack of smokes that Sevika mentioned she liked in passing that come from the Topside, and a bottle of stout whiskey.

Sevika grabbed the bottle and poured herself a heavy shot, admiring the small gesture and shuffles coming from the other side of the room. Hearing you move about but not being able to see what you were doing made the hair on the back of her neck stand in anticipation. She always looked forward to these sessions.

Sevika sprawled out on the couch a little more hoping to ease some of her nerves. Metal arm resting on the back of the head rest with her organic hand and glass resting on her lap. She swirled the liquid around and admired its reflections of light. Suddenly, you rounded into her field of view wearing an all black ensemble of a soft halter neck bra, baggy pants that only hugged your waist, and a leash and collar in each hand.

"I hope you don't mind me spoiling you a little, but I do look forward to seeing my favorite pet." You flashed her a wink that made her blush and duck her head. Her breathing became heavy as you walked up behind her. You let the back of your fingers touch the little hairs on the back of her neck as you wrapped the thick black studded collar around Sevika's muscular neck. Her breathing hitched at the tiny sparks of electricity. Her hand gripped the glass a little tighter and shook as she brought it to her lips for a sip.

When you fixed the collar to a suitable size you made your way back around the front of the sofa. Sevika's large fingers pawed at the tag and ring that dangled down to hit her collar bone. She couldn't see but felt little grooves on the front and back of the circular tag. A tiny bit of warmth spread through her chest. She felt like she belonged somewhere; here. Under you.

Once you came around to the front, you sought purchase on her lap. Sevika's face blushed once more at your closeness. Your hands felt the front of her top just at the hem and moved their way up. Your fingers brushing lightly over her breasts and grazing the spot her nipples rested behind the fabric. A small huff escaped from her mouth. The sound made you lift your eyes to look into her own steel colored orbs. Her pupils constantly expanding and shrinking.

Sevika was too distracted to even notice that you latched the leash to the o-ring. "Thank you for the gifts, Mistress." Your left hand came up to wrap the leash around it a couple times while the other touched her cheek. "Good behavior warrants good gifts, pet."

She shuddered. Yes, she is a good pet. "Now finish your drink so we can move to the bed." In a flash of a gulp, Sevika downed what little was left of the shot in her glass and lifted herself. You led the two of you back to the large plush bed that rested against the center of the back wall.

You sat down on the mattress with grace and crossed your legs. The brunette's gaze still baring down to you waiting for her first command of the session. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips and in a sudden yank, pulled the leash on Sevika's collar. "Kneel in position."

She dropped like lightning, not wasting any time. Back straight, shoulders back, palms down. You let her have a confirming smile. Gods she was so good. Your ankle rolled around in front of Sevika's face and her eyes followed the circular motion.

"You look so hungry puppy. Have you been a good girl? Have you missed your Mistress?" You mocked in a sad tone, you knew Sevika was craving the control and release only you could give her.

"Yes, I-I've missed you a lot, Mistress." She always got nervous when you made her admit her feelings out loud but she needed to be more open, especially if she was going to serve to you. Your free hand moved slowly up your leg to the hem of your pants when you started to pull them down. Down passed your hips, then thighs. Down passed your calves and your ankles until they came completely off.

Sevika was drooling. That submissive voice in the back of her brain screaming to worship your long legs. She was so engrossed in her admiration for the softness of your legs that her eyes nearly skipped the all black shiny new strap and harness that rested around your waist.

You had been packing under your pants this whole time. Sevika's body vibrated with the anticipation of being claimed by you. You chuckled lowly. You noticed the intense hypnotizing stare the other woman was giving your lower body. Right hand moved up to grip the base of your faux member. You stroked it a couple times to rile up your muscular lover a little bit more.

"You look so good on your knees for me. Be a good little slut and worship Mistress' heels. If you're good enough she'll give your a big treat." Your smile bordered on malicious. You loved riling up the larger woman. She ducked down holding your eye contact while bringing her mouth down to the top of your shoe.

Her cheek rubbed at the top of your foot while her hand caressed your ankle. Her fingers moved up and down feeling the small width of your legs down to the tiny point of the heel. The amount of embarrassment felt so good. Her core pulsed with want as you watched her nuzzle and lick at your shiny black shoes.

This part was never so much Sevika's forte but she always wanted to worship. Her favorite body part were your legs that she held on hope that you'd let her worship next. She'd go to church every day if it meant she could bow between your thighs and praise the apex that barely peek from behind the strap.

You were moaning a little more now, still stroking yourself at the sight of such a strong and scary woman literally at your feet. She was the most beautiful like this. You tugged lightly up on the leash.

"Move your way up slowly Puppy." A whimper that was stuck in the back of Sevika's throat shot out as she surged her lips against your shin. The soft skin was unparalleled to anything she had ever felt before. She left sloppy open mouth kisses everywhere while her deft finger grazed up and down to feel the taught muscles and thick thighs that stretched above her.

Your breathing grew. All of the tingles from Sevika's mouth and hands began to spur you on more. The wetness between your legs started to seep down your folds. You were going to wreck her in the best way.

"Such a good girl," you purred, "your mouth is making me more wet by the minute Puppy. Remove your pants." Sevika didn't want to tear her hands away from where she was making your skin the most warm but her body was feeling trapped behind her tight clothes.

She was fumbling too much with the belt and it made her frustrated. Stupid thing giving her problems at a time like this, accidentally caused her to nip at your thigh. You yelped in surprise before giving her a warning tug. "Don't fuck it up now Princess. Bad dogs don't get treats."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I won't do it again." She made work of the belt finally getting it off and undoing the buttons and zipper of her pants. Before she could move her face closer to your cunt, you pulled her up from her place.

Sevika's knees looked deliciously red where she was kneeling. Her pants dropped the rest of the way off when she stood. You yanked her forward and surged your pointer and middle finger straight between her thighs feeling the wetness that was leaking out.

"Who made you wet like this Pet?"

"You Mistress." Your ministrations sped up at her answer.

"Who do you worship when no ones looking?"

"You Mistress." Her breathing was faltering, a fire began to dance behind your eyes.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you Mistress." She whined and you pulled her forward hungrily taking her lips in yours. Your fingers dipped shallowly into her entrance to gather more slick only to move your hand away and rub your strap with her wetness. Your left hand wrapped more around the leash leaving little space between you and your sub. Your right hand reached back out to pull Sevika forward by her thighs.

Her body was moving on autopilot. Head fuzzy as she melted against your mouth. The way your tongue took hers sent goosebumps down her body. Her hands braced your shoulders while both of her strong thighs rested on either side of yours. She was moaning and whimpering into your mouth and you swallowed every single one. It fueled the feral fire inside your own body that screamed to take this woman in all of her glory.

You positioned the head of the strap at her plush entrance. Sevika rutted her hips against the feeling controlling herself to not take anymore than what was given. As your kisses got more intense, your left hand pulled harder on the black leather leash. The brunette's hips sank down slowly and absorbed the girth and length of your silicone toy into her wanting sex. A deep guttural moan weeped from her dark lips. So much need coursed through her body. Her muscles flexed involuntarily from the feeling of you buried inside of her.

Your hand massaged her thick thigh before moving back to cup her full ass cheek. Your hands palmed the soft flesh to encourage the woman to move against you more.

"You're taking me so well Pet. Such a good submissive slut for me." Sevika whimpered more at the praise. Her brain turned to mush at all of the stimulation she was receiving. If she couldn't get praise from her real job, she always knew she could get it from you. The feeling of being taken and collared began to make her body warm and her heart pound. The pressure of you tugging at her neck matched the pressure of the strap pressing against her spongey spot. She was seeing swirls behind her eyes caused by the immense pleasure that spread through her core.

You gripped her ass tighter and clenched your jaw. You were losing all control watching this brute of a woman willingly fall apart at your control. You couldn't stop staring at the way her pussy took in your toy every time you pushed it in. You wanted, no, needed more. You knew exactly what she was capable of.

The power of leaving this strong and modified woman a whimpering, crying mess at your will made your hips fuck faster into her. Her chest rose and fell heavily while sweat began to permeate her cropped top. Your hand moved away from her ass to grab her jaw.

"Lay on the bed and remove your top, now Pet." Your voice was demanding and it made Sevika whine. She mourned the loss of the sensation inside of her but she abided. The pleasure fogging her mind made her rush to take off her tight top and plopped down to the soft cold satin sheets.

When her eyes met you again, you had tore off your own top and stared down at where she lay. Confidence and power rolled off of you in waves. Her eyes trailed down to your bare chest to take in everything, the adrenaline making your nipples stand erect in the exposed air. She noticed how soft and full they looked and how they sat perfectly. The anticipation made her grip the sheets between her hands and spread her legs to welcome you in.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone one else, Puppy. You're spread out so good like the hungry dog that you are." Sevika's eyes rolled into her head at your words. She was going to lose it.

You climbed up to her on the bed and wrapped her thighs around your smaller hips before plunging the glistening toy right back into her cunt. Sevika screamed when the toy slammed back into her g-spot. Her organic hand gripped the sheets tighter while the metal one ripped holes into the soft material. Your pace was hard and fast and there was no way you were going to let up. Her loud moans turned into incessant babbling as your piece hit into her over and over and over.

Her whole body was shaking in ecstasy. Her breasts tempting you as they bounced with each thrust. "Gods, you're so pretty like this. My stupid little sub being my best fuck toy." Your head dipped to her chest and your hand shoved two fingers in her open mouth.

Sevika automatically sucked on your digits that were still slightly sweet from when you touched her earlier. Her fat tongue swirled in between and around as best she could with how deep they were pressing towards the back of her throat. Your own tongue followed the same movement as hers around her hardened nipple. Her skin was salty with the light sheen of sweat that coated her body. Her breast felt so soft pressed against your face as your pressed into her more to suck her stiff bud harder into your mouth.

The larger woman wanted to cum so bad. She was close but she was still missing the stimulation she craved to her clit. The nub pulsed with want. The pressure of the flare base that slapped against her skin wasn't stimulating enough. But she knew it'd all be over once you gave her that last bit of sweet attention.

Your sucking and biting was ruthless. When you released her breast with a pop, you lifted and noticed all of the red marks littering her chest. You were smiling down as your hips continued your rough pace inside of Sevika. Not remembering when you made those, you must have lost control while you were down there. You gave one single thrust until you slowed the roll of your hips. Your sub was still whimpering something around your fingers.

"Use your words Puppy. What do you need?" A string of spit connected your fingers to her mouth when you moved them away to let her speak. "Please Mistress, I need you." You smirked and tilted your head.

"I'm filling you up with my cock and sucking your chest. What more does my greedy slut need?" The other woman's breathing was heavily labored.

"M-my clit please. Wanna cum on your cock, s-so close."

You let out a mocking laugh. "Such a greedy little dog. You want more pleasure? If you don't cum with me, I will either not let you or I will punish you." Sevika nodded against the pillow, trying to focus her blurry sight on you.

Your hand came up and slapped the non scarred side of her face, "Use your words, Pet." Sevika arched her back at the sting.

"I u-understand, M-mistress."

"Good Dog."

You slammed your hips once more into her. You could feel her cunt sucking you in with every hard thrust you administered. You brought your spit covered fingers down to rub the laziest circles on Sevika's swollen clit. A tear rolled down her face at the finality of having that coursing feeling. You let your left hand come back up to the neglected leash that hung off the side of her one golden shoulder. You gripped the strap with as much strength you could muster to hit up into Sevika's weeping sex. The feeling of your skin pressing up against hers with her body shaking and moaning under you was bringing you closer. Your hips were stuttering while your fingers moved haphazard and without rhythm on her hard clit.

"I'm so close, Puppy. Cum with me, baby." Her clit pulsed and she clenched around you when you called her 'baby'. It was one of the more domestic pet names you've said to date. Even though being called 'Dog' or 'Puppy' sparked that secret submissive nature, calling her 'baby' lit a whole new fire.

"I wanna cum so bad with you, Mistress. Please, please, please..."

Your fingers rubbed faster and harder, your hips went deeper and deeper. The coil in your own stomach close to breaking and you weren't going to stop it for anything.

"3..."

"Please, please..."

"2..."

More pleas and drool fell from her mouth.

"1..."

Your hips snapped and sputtered as you came hard. The feeling of your own orgasm made you press the toy deep inside. Sevika came seconds later when you snapped your hips in your blind ecstasy. She moaned loud and deep, as the pleasure made her eyes roll into her head and her body spasm with tremors as wetness coated the strap and a little seeped out. It was the hardest she's came in her whole life.

Your own wetness leaked down your inner thighs while you caught your breath. You looked down on your pet, rubbing circles on her hips. Her body was soaked in sweat. The shiny gleam of her chest caught your eye while her breasts lifted and fell. Her soft lips were parted and her eyes were closed but twitched as they moved frantically behind her darkened lids.

Her sweaty body almost looked like it was covered in small diamonds. You took the time to take in each divot and curve of her muscles while you still had the opportunity. Sevika looked like art, crafted carefully from the finest marble. If you didn't know better you'd say that she was created to resemble a Goddess of war and strength.

Your hands mindlessly ran up both of her arms. She was made for force, whether it was natural or if she built herself up that way. She was known for striking fear and doing all of Silco's dirty work, yet she came to you every week and gave herself as if she were the most lax kitten.

Your fingers were now feeling up her chest just above her full breasts and slipping up the follow the dips of her collar bone. Your chest swelled with pride, and...something else. It made you swoon to think that you got to see the best of this woman. The most devoted of Zaun's inhabitants.

Her eyes fluttered open, and your breath hitched. Her grey eyes stared deeply into your own. When did your right hand come up to her cheek? Your thumb ran over the blue shimmering scars. They looked something beautiful like waves in a far off sea, or the speckles in an opal you saw once.

Her eyes welled up as you both gazed at each other. Her body running on exhaustion and autopilot. Her heart started to hammer in her chest. 'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry' she tried to will herself. In her distraction she didn't notice when your lips met hers. The warmth in Sevika's chest finally burst. She doesn't remember a time in all of her sessions when you've ever kissed her like this. Sometimes it happened in the heat of the moment but never like this.

You were pouring so much emotion into the kiss. Trying to convey an emotion the two of you rarely felt from anyone else or for another person. What was that feeling? Both of your lips fit together like pieces completing a puzzle. The brunette's strong arms came up to wrap around your waist. She craved for your body to be closer impossibly even though you were still resting inside of her.

Sevika took in a sharp inhale at the mental image of what the two of you must look like. Sweaty broken messes, tangled up after the heat of a raw and intense session. She felt something wet and warm hit her cheek and roll down where your hand pressed against the side of her face. When she separated from your mouth, you quickly moved to sit up and hide your face. You carefully removed yourself from inside your sub before running to put a robe around yourself.

Sevika's body shot up to reach out for you. Her heart was barely containing itself from inside its cage. What was happening? Her body ran cold at the thought that you were about to break this whole thing off. She began to sweat again in the silent anticipation of what might happen next.

"You were a very good girl today, Puppy. I look forward to seeing you again soon." Your sentence was controlled but Sevika could hear the wobble in your voice. Why were you...crying? Relief briefly washed over the bigger woman but something was still bothering her. Her heart didn't cease its beating. It felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She lifted from the bed and padded over to where you stood. Her hands came up to slowly wrap around your waist. Your body stiffened at the feeling before a sob jumped its way out. How could this have happened? When did you start feeling like this?

"I know this is complicated. Some of the words are very hard to find especially when you don't know what some of those words are."

Sevika whispered into your hair close to your ear from where her chin rested against your shoulder.

"It really looks like we have more in common than just...this."

Your hands dropped from covering your mouth and turned around in her strong arms. The redness in your eyes from your tears made the colors shine brighter. Sevika started to drown in your gaze but she had to pull herself together. Finish this.

"I'm not too good with words. But there's this feeling I get. When you call me by my pet names. When you called me...'baby'. I don't think I can walk away from this session the same way I have been able to."

Your brows scrunched together as your eyes started to well up again.

"What are you trying to say, Pup?"

The taller woman giggled at your use of her pet name. She softened at the small bit of comfort.

"I think I'm trying to say...I would like to see you more. Outside of these walls. I...uh...you deserve more than you've probably allowed yourself to have."

She was right. You knew she was speaking in a way that showed that she had also been denying herself some of the fruits of life trying to fight her way into a better world for everyone that had ever been cast aside into the Lanes. She was always going to have to be the scary attack dog for Silco but would you be able to accept the mask she had to put on for the world? Even though she was going to remove it for you when she returned?

"I think I have more than enough time to learn new tricks." You gave Sevika a watery wink before you slipped your head into the crook of her neck. She smelled of sweat, sex, and faint lotion.

Her arms wrapped tighter around you in a protective embrace. Her chin resting over the crown of your head.

Yes, new tricks indeed.

OKAY SO-

what if like sevika absolutely hated her nose, because she felt like it made her gnarly looking, but you pulled a doja cat with the “you know what they say about big noses,” and she just fucking b l a n k s. and you can literally see the gears turning in her head 💀

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help cause 99% of us would do this

❀ Sevika hated her nose EXTREMELY.

❀ It made her stand out, it made her way different, and it just wasn’t appealing.

❀When she was younger she was teased by kids because of it, it made her feel left out and despised.

❀ She carried it into her adult ages, this time no one made fun of her unless they had a death wish.

❀ Sevika met you and couldn’t see how you liked her, she knew she was hot but she felt as if her nose just ruined it.

❀ You were just head over heels for her and you didnt just think about sex when looking at her, you loved her.

❀ Sevika hadnt have someone actually love her in her life, her and her dad were very tough.

❀ So she asked you, she was confused.

You two were laying down in the second comfiest bed in Zaun, she had her head on your chest and your fingers in her hair. There was rain hitting the window and the glowing green lights popped through the windows. Your eyes stayed on Sevikas beautiful face, every single inch of it, and she noticed. With a huff she sat up and looked at you, you were now showing a confused expression to her sudden pull away.

“Why do you like me? Like my face, dont you think my nose is a little.. big?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, Sevika was insecure and doubting your love towards her. A little giggle left the room before you pressed your soft lips to her nose and pulled back. She groaned, it was the only part of herself she didn’t accept, besides the metal arm. You had to tease her of course, theres no way you couldn’t. You loved her for her, but flustered Sevika was the best.

“oh.. you know… its fun to ride..”

Sevika fucking froze, like full on stopped and stared at you. It was hilarious, you laughed so hard almost falling off the bed, the poor woman just stopped working. When she got it back together, you didnt walk the next day.

hiii i love your luisa x readers <33 they literally increased my hyperfixation on encanto so i'd like to make a request of my own, where luisa is just pining for the reader working up the courage to confess w/ the help of her family hyping her up? feel free to add any details about the reader i love your work <33

This is adorable!

Luisa sighed, watching you walk across the square, your basket over an arm. As far as she was concerned, you were perfect. Kind eyes, sweet smile, luminous eyes.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.” Julietta said, glancing at her middle child over her work.

“What, no! No I’m not, I just, uh.” Luisa sighed again, looking over at her mother. “You know.” She made a vague hand gesture.

“Go talk to her. I have it on good authority, she doesn’t bite.” Dolores chimed in as she walked past.

“Unless you want her too.” Camilo added, taking your form. “Oh Luisa!” He cooed in your voice.

“Stop it!” She said trying to block your view of his behavior.

“Camilo, be nice.” Julietta chided mildly.

“Yes Tia.” He turned back and Luisa moved to try to spot you again. You were nowhere to be seen. She gave another little sigh and wandered off to find something to do.

The next day, you were attending to your laundry at the river, Luisa stood off to the side pretending to work on a bridge. A bouquet of red roses appeared in front of her nose.

“Go talk to her.” Isabela encouraged.

“She’s busy.” She argued, waving the flowers away.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I can hear you.” You said, glancing up from your washing. Luisa lost all color in her face before becoming very red.

“I think I hear Abuela.” She power walked away fast, Isabela on her heels making quiet chicken noises.

That night, she dreamt that you were laying next to her on the grass, your head on her shoulder. You smiled fondly leaning forward to kiss her. At that moment, a clap of thunder from Peppa and Felix’s room snapped her awake.

“I can’t imagine her not liking you.” Julietta said, helping Luisa do her hair perfectly that morning, as Isa and Mirabel helped with her makeup.

“I’m just glad you’re going to talk to her.” Mirabel said, applying a small amount of eyeshadow.

“You look perfect.” Isa took a couple steps back to really get a look at Luisa. “You’re bound to win her over looking like this.” Luisa blushed and murmured her thanks.

She found you gathering berries in the woods thanks to Antonio’s assistance.

“Y/n, uh, hi.” She said.

“Luisa. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, I mean, no. Uh maybe?” She winced at how poorly she felt she was doing. You smiled, resting your basket on your hip.

“I’m all ears.” Luisa sighed.

“I’ve, well, noticed you.” She said. “And uh, I was wondering if you had ever, you know.” You raised an eyebrow.

“If I had ever what?”

“N-noticed me.” You smiled, setting your basket down.

“Of course I noticed you. You’re sort of hard to miss.”

“Not like that.” She looked frustrated.

“You mean, in a less than platonic way?” She nodded. Rubbing the back of her neck. “Yes, I have.”

“I understand l, I’ll just-“ she moved to leave before blinking and turning back to face you. “You have?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t you help me gather these berries, and we’ll discuss this.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

Clearing trails

18+ you have been warned

@djtjsmith14 I ran with your idea.

Today was the day. You would finally tell her. Nothing would stand in your way. No hesitation, no fear. You would be bold and.

“Hi y/n.”

“H-hi Luisa.” Well so much for that. “You look really nice today. I mean you look nice everyday, I mean-“

“Thanks, you too.” Luisa said, using her hip to move a boulder had rolled onto one of the forest paths. It never ceased to amaze you how she could do that. “Did you need something?”

“No! No, I just wanted to spend time with you. Unless I’m bothering you, and then I can-“

“You’re fine. The company is nice.” She favored you with a warm smiled that put butterflies in your stomach.

“S-so, how are you?” You asked, leaning against a tree, trying to look alluring.

“I’m fine, it’s been interesting having Tio Bruno back among us. And the rats are definitely an adjustment.” You nodded. “Let’s see, what else? Things are going better with Isa and Mirabel, so that’s a relief. People around town as doing a bunch of their own heavy lifting which has me only doing the stuff they can’t. That’s weird, but not bad. I do worry that some of them are going to over do it. I don’t want people getting hurt.”

“You really are a good person, you know?” You said, walking a little closer. Luisa tried to wave off the compliments. “No really, you go so far out of your way for the good of everyone else, and take care of everyone’s problems. Somebody should be taking care of you.”

“I’m taken care of. I have my family all watching out for me.” She turned to look at you, a realization dawning on her face before her expression became unreadable.

“Oh I uh, I think I hear my mother calling me-“ you said turning to leave

“Unless you gained Dolores’s power, no you don’t.” Luisa grabbed your wrist carefully pulling you back around. Her other hand came to the small of your back guiding you in closer. You went pink, but didn’t try to pull away, enjoying how close she was.

“I take it my feelings aren’t unrequited?” You breathed.

“No.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I have.”

“Wait, really? Who? Nevermind you don’t have to-“

“Juanita.”

“You and Juanita the ice Queen?” You asked, quite taken aback by that revelation.

“Yeah, there were a few times she wasn’t completely fridgid, and there’s a reason we aren’t on speaking terms anymore.”

“I never knew. I must be oblivious to have missed that.”

“I’ve liked you for two years.”

“Oh, really oblivious then.” Luisa laughed and kissed your forehead.

“It’s alright, I didn’t have very much time to spend with you before, but now, I get to have you all to myself.” To illustrate her point, she picked you up, setting you carefully on a rock, her body between your legs. You gasped softly before reaching up and guiding her face to yours.

The kisses started slow and soft, increasing in aggression and need as time went on. One of your hands tangled in the soft curls while the other gripped the back of her shirt. Her hands were not nearly so still. They roamed across your body squeezing, pulling, pushing your skirts up your legs. You gasped and pulled away as they squeezed the tops of your thighs, her thumbs dangerously close to your core.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her voice was rough, her pupils lust blown. A red glow was across her cheeks, and her breathing was a little ragged.

“No. I just… I haven’t. How would this even work?” You panted.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer came without a single hesitation. She nodded, picking you back up and laying you down on the soft grass. Her hands found the waist of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. Once they were out of the way, she began to kiss your inner thighs, one hand holding you legs apart, the other reaching up to touch your breasts. Her breath occasionally went over your core causing your hips to twitch toward the sensation.

“Please.” You whined, needing more. Luisa didn’t require anymore prompting. She lifted your hips, her hands holding your thighs exactly where she wanted them as her tongue stroked along your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping in, rubbing the spot just inside. You did try to hold still, your hands gripping the grass, but doing anything against Luisa’s grip was futile as she sped up, not wanting to leave you waiting too long. You tried to muffle your pleasured cries with a hand, found that you couldn’t hold that still long enough. You repeated her name over and over again with increasing desperation until the shock waves hit. She kept licking was you whimpered and thrashed, drawing it out as long as she could until.

“Ple-please stop.” You asked. She gently set your trembling body down, before wiping her mouth.

“You okay?” She asked, moving over the top of you, her hands to either side of your head.

“Y-yeah.” You panted. You sat up a little, kissing her softly. She groaned a little, pressing you back down, letting you take some of her bodywieght. You shifted slightly and she let you push her over.

You needed her help to remove her underwear, and she stopped you before you could get to far.

“Use your fingers, I don’t want your head getting hurt, it’s been a while, so my control might be weaker than it was.” She guided gently, pulling you in for another kiss. You hummed a little in response, putting both hands to work squeezing her breasts. She moaned, pressing into your hands, her kisses becoming messier with the increased pleasure. Your fingers dipped between her legs, a single digit caressing her clit. She gave a shuddering gasp, as you continued lightly brushing.

“Please. Harder.” She commanded, you gave an even lighter stroke before actually increasing the pressure. “Tea-ahh!” She gasped. Her face turned away from yours leaving her neck exposed to a onslaught of kisses and love bites as she fought to stay still.

“Y/n yes, right there. Right there. Ah.” Her muscles locked, holding her in place as her clit throbbed. “Stopstopstop!” She gasped, you did as you were told and she curled her legs into her body. “Yup it’s been a minute.” She said her limbs shaking.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, crawling forward to her head.

“No. No that’s was, that was good.” She panted. You’d never seen Luisa actually looking like she had exerted herself before. It was pretty cute though. “I need to clear trails with you more often.”

End of a Day // Luisa Madrigal x Reader.

A/N: okay, so I LOVE Luisa and I need to write some of those adorable prompts for her…enjoy, dear readers!

Prompt: cuddling with Luisa and taking a bath with Luisa (fluff version).

Pairing: Luisa Madrigal x Reader (female pronouns used).

Luisa sighed softly, her muscular body leaning against the closed door.

What a damn day…it had been one of those days and every part of her felt it still, a dull ache throbbing throughout her entire body. Every muscle ached and burned, her feet felt so sore. Even her mind felt it, a headache thrumming in her head and refusing to let her be. All day, she had been wanting everything to be over…but more then that, she had been wanting you.

Her Y/N.

Just the thought of your name, so sweet on her tongue and soothing to her soul, had Luisa smiling softly.

All day she had thought of you and her arms had longed to drop her heavy burdens and take you up instead. And now with the work finally over (at least for now), she could finally do just that…but where were you?

Looking around her bedroom, Luisa did not see you as she normally did.

Her home had changed since you had come along, Casita shifting to make a place for you in her life. It was now like a little apartment, pieces of you scattered all over. The yellow kitchen (with your recipe book still open on the counter, always warm and smelling of good things), the living room (your books alongside her and your sewing box on the table), and even the bedroom (your sweater hanging on the chair) was empty…which only left one place to check.

“Amore?”

Moving slowly across the bedroom, Luisa opened the door to the bathroom..and there you were.

Steam filled the little room and you sat on the edge of the tub, swirling in bath oils as a little song played on the radio. Clad in only a silken robe of brightest blue, little golden butterflies scattered all over it, you looked so lovely in the light of the setting sun.

Gold melted over you as you looked up, smiling at her.

“Luisa!” You said so sweetly (no one said her name like you did, oh, you made it sound like magic). “How was your day?”

“It was…a day.”

“I had a feeling,” you replied. “so I started a bath. Care to join me?”

Nodding silently, Luisa smiled as you helped her undress. She could have done it herself but she liked so much when you did it, the feeling of your fingers making her heart soar. Leaving the blouse and skirt pooled on the floor, you kissed her aching shoulders softly, undoing her hair from the ribbon and letting her thick curls fall free. Sinking into the warm water, Luisa sighed in delight. Already she was relaxing. Perched on the edge, you washed her hair gently and just let her vent about everything.

You were always willing to listen.

And she loved that, knowing that at the end of everything, you would always be there to pick her up when she fell apart.

“…and I’m just happy it’s over, you know?”

“I do, baby.”

Pouring the small jug of water over her, Luisa sighed as the hot water poured down her scalp and shoulders.

A shudder of pleasure shot down her spin, pretty lips twitching into a lazy smile. Opening her eyes just so, Luisa could see you through her lashes as you rinsed her hair and hummed along to the radio. Oh, you were so pretty! So perfect!

Noticing her secret gaze, you kissed the top of her head and whispered a question.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Well…there is something you can do, amore…”

Her rough hands gently tugged on the strings of your robe, letting it fall away as you giggled a little bit.  Lips peppered all over your breasts and belly, each soft kiss making you sight so happily, until she couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, Luisa pulled you into the tub and sat you between her legs, resting you against her breasts. Water rippled and rose, nearly pouring over the edge, as you settled into her.

The sound of her heartbeat, steady and strong, thumped in her chest and you smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luisa whispered. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Taking your hand in hers, Luisa kissed your fingers sweetly, still marveling at the fact that you were hers…all hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a long while.

Bathing one another with the rose-scented soap and old washcloths, you just enjoyed the warmth of the bath and, even better, the warmth of one another. It was such a simple moment but it was everything to Luisa. Everything she could ever want or need…In time, she rose up from the bath and carried you out with her. Drying one another with the fluffy towels, you walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Luisa wore her simple nightgown, a white cotton dress that ended below her knees, and you wore one of her shirts. It looked so big on you and she loved that.

The bed, as big as it happened to be, was still a little small for the both of you but neither one minded very much.

Leaning against the big pillows, you held your book in one hand and left the other to rest in Luisa’s still damp curls. Her head rested on your heart, eyes closed. Long lashes curled against her cheeks and you smiled, thinking her so pretty.

Wrapped in a swath of handmade quilts, colorful and warm, the two of you cuddled close.

“Will you read to me?”

“Always,” you replied.

It was a little thing but she liked it…she asked for it often. Whatever you were reading, you would read aloud and she would fall asleep slowly.

“The man’s voice spoke again: ‘Are you very tired?’ ‘Oh, tonight, I gave you my soul and I am dead!’ ‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child,’ replied the man’s grave voice ‘and I thank you! No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.’ Raoul heard nothing after that…”

And she slept.

Mumbling something you could not understand, Luisa held you in a sleepy embrace and you smiled at the sight of her. She was yours…all yours.

Turning your eyes to the page, you returned to your story and read a bit more.

Soon, though, you would join her in your dreams. Even as you slept, you belonged to her, dreaming only of your true lover. In dreams, she did not have to work so hard and the days were not so long. There was only and her and love.

A happy ending to a long day.

i’m rlly glad with the way luisa was portrayed in encanto. bcus she is strong, she is built muscly and broad and tall. BUT she also wears dresses and doesn’t have a ‘boyish’ hairstyle. she isn’t masculine. she’s feminine.

yk a lot of women in fiction who are portrayed as strong are always immediately made to be masculine as well. and obviously this solidifies the “men are strong” stereotype. women in fiction who are muscly, or who are fighters or who are strong are almost ALWAYS portrayed as masculine but luisa isn’t.

women can be strong and feminine. women can be muscly and wear dresses. and that strength that’s “all so masculine and man like (/sarc)” doesn’t take anything away from their womanhood/femininity.

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡ/ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡ/ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ

Pairing: Sevika ;; Vi ;; Jinx;; Mel;; Grayson x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: How would the women of Arcane react to having an s/o with a smart mouth

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: sort of based on my fic abt sevika i posted a while back (that yall are still showin yall ass on…I see yall

Sevika

Absolutely loves it, one hundred percent.

Sure Sevika likes a cute little bimbo she can manhandle, but a woman who can hold her own, be it with solid punches or a ruthless mouth, has her heart on a silver platter

Sits back and watch proudly as you tear through whoever is brave enough to come at you with a fragile ego. 

She definitely thinks its hot, would probably try to piss you off herself just to see you a bit pissed. She’s toxic like that.

“I like me a woman with pretty lips, and a filthy mouth to match.”

Vi

Similar to sevika, she will definitely enjoy watching you tear someone a new ass for talking sideways to her, yourself, or anyone of your friends.

Also thinks it’s hella hot how you tell people off

She likes the balance that you provide in your relationship - you deal the damage with words, and she deals it with her fists. Its a wonder-duo type thing

Often jokes about how she doesn’t know how she hasn’t managed to piss you off yet, but she does actively avoid making you mad for other reasons.

“Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side then.”

Jinx

She’s in the background, giggling with a glass of juice in her hand, enjoying the show to the fullest

In all honesty she’s the one that probably started it, by provoking the other person to come at you. Probably because she’s bored, or she sees you’ve got some pent up emotions and need to release it with some…positive vocal reinforcement.

Afterwards, theres an impromptu spiderman kiss, cause she’s just like a little monkey and watches from the ceiling beams as you tear into the poor guy

“Nice job, toots. Bet he won’t show his face around here again!”

Mel

Material gworl is very proud of you for using your words, even if they may be a bit vile and not appropriate if the setting is on the more fancy side

Nonetheless she watches from the sidelines, sipping on her class of champagne while you essentially curse out some random aristocrat with an inflated ego, with all the class and sophistication she taught you

Will put on that Councilwoman act to ‘scold you’ about your behavior, but behind closed doors, the situation is the but of every joke for the next few days.

She honestly wishes she had the same mouth as yours, but she’s quite fine leaving the dirty work to you if you insist. She’s not about to argue with you, especially not after you went in on a poor partygoer a couple of hours ago.

“You had a very interesting choice of words for that advisor earlier. Perhaps I should watch my own tongue for a while - wouldn’t want you nipping at me, now.”

Grayson

Initially, Grayson scolds you.

You should know better than to let someone get under your skin, but sometimes her subordinates are a bit….enigmatic

She first sends them off, either putting them on paperwork duty or sends them to the training grounds to put in some laps around the court

When it comes to you, she apologizes on behalf of her subordinate, but the slight smile on her face tells you she found a bit of amusement in your colorful choice of words.

“Lets hope you didn’t bruise his ego too much, dear. But, really, you didn’t have to do him like that, love.”

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