Midnight Meeting

Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabela won’t be perfect enough –

Hi! I have a request, can I please have more of Luisa being a bottom? 😳

Art credit @redlover411

18+

Luisa met you at the edge of the trees, a shawl wrapped around her torso. The sheer sparkly skirt caught the sun light. She blushed and took the hand you offered. You grinned, pulling her along to a meadow. You laid out the blanket and set down the basket. She sat down taking off the shawl. You let out a low whistle.

“Damn, bebita, why’d I bother brining food. You look like a whole meal right here.” You grinned. She blinked. Then her face went bright red.

“I, uh. Um.” She said. You dropped to the blanket opening the basket and pouring the cider you’d packed. She accepted the glass with a murmured thanks.

“Do you want me to stop? I know my teasing can be a little excessive.”

“No! It’s not that, I just. I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

“It suits you.” You commented, offering her a sandwich.

“It does?” She blushed harder, taking the food.

“Honey, I have never met anyone who belonged more in frills and sparkles.” You assured, taking your own sandwich. She smiled. You didn’t talk much as you ate, but she did complement your cooking, especially on the little tea cakes with decorative icing.

“Oh, you, you got a little.” She wiped at her own lip, and raised an eyebrow as a clever look came over your face.

“Why don’t you come over here and help me.” You asked, leaning back with a grin. She blushed, and nodded shyly, crawling over to you. You put a hand on the small of her back while the other cupped her face. She blushed softly, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over your lip. She pulled away a little, checking your surroundings. “We’re safe here, amor.” You assured, pulling her back in.

“I want you so much.” She practically whimpered, you pulled her face to yours, taking charge of the kiss. She allowed you to push her back on to the blanket, her hands bracing against the ground. “Please.” She asked, looking up at you. Her freckles were practically hidden with the red that had flooded her cheeks. Her hazel eyes, were heavy lidded, her lips parted slightly over her teeth, her attention wrapt on your face. You moved slowly over her, sliding a hand up her thigh. You kissed her mouth slowly, making her wait. Your lips touched her jaw, earning a pleased little shiver. You set your teeth in her neck, dragging slightly before latching onto her skin. She whimpered then her hand tangling in your hair.

“Soft.” You reminded gently as you felt the pressure on your scalp increased.

“S-sorry!” She stuttered as one of your hands squeezed her thigh. “J-just feels good-ah!” The other squeezed her breast. You hummed in response, beginning to kiss down her throat, and following the cut of the dress. She moaned softly, as your tongue traced the underside of her breast. You pressed the dress aside, breathing softly against her nipples. She squirmed, her legs rubbing your hips. You sliced your hand down, bunching her pretty skirt so it was out of the way. Your fingers found her dripping core, and her hips gave a very constrained jump as you found that delicate little numb.

“God you’re pretty.” You praised, taking a break from utilizing your mouth on her breasts. Sweat had started ed to appear across her for head and settling in the hollow of her throat. She had to fight to keep still, adding to what was already a strenuous activity. Your fingers moved faster, causing her head to fall back. Sweet little whimpers slipped through her lips. Her hands roamed your back and sides, the movement preventing her from clenching her fists.

“Please, I’m-ah!” You moved faster, her hips rocking carefully into your hand. She whimpered your name, clenching on fist into the blanket, the other going to her mouth. She but down on one of her fingers, but relented when you grabbed her wrist.

“I want to hear you.” You said calmly, your arm working vigorously. She obliged. Letting you keep her wrist pinned. She practically sobbed as she climaxed, her legs trembling, her breath coming in rough gasps.

“You okay mi Vida?” You asked, helping her cover up, her shawl in your hands in case she got cold.

“Mmhmm.” She managed, making the grabby hands motion at you. You lay down next to her, cuddling her close. “I should wear this more often.” She mumbled. You laughed.

“As if you weren’t already distracting.

Dating HCs For the Madrigal Girls

Ok so I'm just doing the ones over 18, respect that or be blocked.

Also for convenience these will all be pre-movie hcs. Just so we don't have to get into my ideas of how all of them would change as they heal and grow.

Warnings: Romance, kissing, probably swear words, kinda long post

Isabela Madrigal

You two meet in town. Maybe you're impressed with her from the beginning, maybe she has to work for your recognition but either way she is hooked on you.

She starts hoping to see you around but can't work up the courage to really seek you out for a lot of reasons, some of them dealing with her need to be perfect and some with the compulsion to do as Abuela would see fit.

Pines after you a lot because she's really into you but is seeing someone else and doesn't want to risk disappointing the family by breaking up with Mariano

Ends up seeming a lot like she hates you. She's just so frustrated by her circumstances and can't figure out how to help herself bc all her options seem terrible, and it ends up making her mouth off to you a lot because it relieves a bit of that stress.

Maybe when she accidentally pushes it and can tell she actually hurt you she panics because the last thing she wants is to hurt you or make you leave and she opens up and it's... a lot.

She yells. At one point there are tears born of some emotion she can't identify. Her fuming face is so cute.

After that you come up with the pragmatic if not morally upright solution that Isabela wishes she'd considered: secret relationship.

It's so damn easy to pull off oml

Isabela knows what's going on when in her house so she can tell when it's a good night for you to come over. She'll grow bright pink flowers on your door if she wants to see you that night, and she lets you up into her room with vines.

It's very Rapunzel-esque

You two are the cuddliest couple in private. She can't get enough of you and she demands you stay well into the night to make up for all the affection you can't share during the day.

Apologizes (albeit awkwardly) for everything she said/did before. Explains herself but not in an excuse way, she just wants you to know she never, ever held any real ill will toward you because she adores you.

Doesn't feel as guilty as she probably should for cheating on Mariano. What can she say, she's selfish. She never wanted him anyway, and it's not like he's gotta know you exist

Prefers to sneak into your room to lessen the chance of Dolores hearing you two. That loudmouth (as much love as Isa has for her) is not ruining her happiness.

She likes you playing with her hair as long as you don't tangle it, and likes to play with your hair if you'll let her. She'll definitely put flowers in it, it's a nice touch that ties you to her visually

If anyone finds out about you two she will intimidate them into silence and then run to you to privately panic.

Dolores Madrigal

You meet in town while Dolores is out getting something the family needs, idk flour or something. She finds you so cute immediately and shit she's in love this is a lot-

Gets to know you a bit and now she's really really in love. Pines a little but not much. Only, you're not engaged to her sister so she's happy to tell you exactly how she feels. And boy does she, her confession is something out of a book.

Your noise is the only good noise. If she can hear you just a bit more than she can hear everyone else she's happy

Not extremely touchy but she is affectionate. Knows all the little details of your life and has very sweet and specific compliments for you

Wants to feel like you notice her above all others. She knows she's quiet and easily overlooked when paired with flamboyant siblings who have flashy gifts and three outspoken, charismatic cousins. You're the one person whose focus is her and she loves that.

Goes to you when she's overwhelmed from all the noise and just wants to hang out quietly.

Probably reads to you when you're cuddling, I see her as a reader of romance novels.

Has a very sneaky sense of humor. You don't realize how funny she is until you're together but man is she a firecracker.

Probably introduces you to her family very quickly. She wants them to know who has her so happy.

Camilo is a menace as usual and will try to pass himself off as your friends and relatives to see what you say about her. He needs teasing material for his big sis okay?

Félix needs you to simp for Dolores the way he simps for Pepa or he doesn't fully approve. But he likes you fine either way and he knows his baby can handle herself.

Pepa cried and soaked the room. Antonio immediately asked if you're going to be the next Madrigal. Dolores was so embarrassed but like 👀👀👀👀 would you like to???

Likes to steal your clothes or accessories and wouldn't mind it if you did the same. It's just nice to see you parading around flaunting something that you got from her

You'll rub off on her and she might pick up some of your mannerisms. She doesn't mean to, you're just so cute it's contagious!

Tells you the hottest gossip and the rat telenovelas. She likes to come to you with all this information because a lot of the time like with Bruno she can't tell anybody else.

Couple with the vibes of a pair of old cats.

Luisa Madrigal

Oh god. Are you trying to kill her?! She sees you for the first time while she's hauling the donkeys around and she nearly drops one because sweet mother of fuck you're pretty.

Her crush on you is obvious from the beginning. She goes out of her way to talk to you, invites you on walks with her when she's working (gotta be efficient improvise adapt overcome), pretty much memorizes everything about you and if she had it her way your feet may never touch the ground again with how often she carries you.

Please put her out of her misery and ask her out, she's never gonna get a hint because her default setting is 'I am physically incapable of emotions that are unproductive'

Still more or less the same. "I have such a crush on my gf" vibes

Calls you every nickname in the book, and even the way she says your normal name feels like a pet name

Such a sucker for the soft affection. Kiss the back of her hand and you can see the flustered feeling bubble-ify her lungs.

Scalp massages when she takes her hair out of its bun? Rub her neck and shoulders because damn babe you sure do carry all that tension right here? Any excuse to have you touching her babe, it's the most soothing thing in the world to her.

Bear hugs that crush your soul back into your body quite nicely. Weighted blanket? Who needs one? You have Luisa.

Her parents trust her so you can sleep in her room and she gives the best cuddles. You always feel so warm and welcome and safe.

The secret room Casita gave her inside her normal room is a fantastic date spot, she loves it in there

She has a huge sweet tooth (I picture her being specifically a sea salt and caramel kind of girl) and if you get or make her something she's gonna be so happy

You're gonna have to build your schedule around her schedule because her work comes before even her own health

If you manage to convince her to take a break or rest a bit she will need you to take her mind off her responsibilities completely or else she'll be too anxious to have a good time

She'd loooooove to have a relaxing girls' night in type deal where you do those at home spa treatments and face masks and paint each other's nails and watch movies. It just feels so soft, which is something she never gets to be.

Opens up to you... kind of. She tells you stuff like how she wishes she had more time for you and on bad days she lets you comfort her but you don't truly know for certain how much it's all weighing on her until she completely breaks. She relies on you so heavily when that happens.

An early riser but won't force you to be. She'll be happy to bring you breakfast in bed on special occasions though, and she really treats you like royalty.

Relaxing headcannons with s/o for Isabela and Luisa?

Summary: Headcanons for Isabela and Luisa relaxing with their wonderful S/O

Warnings: None

Isabela:

-Her favorite way to relax is in the woods, alone with you away from the prying eyes of Encanto. Everything she has ever done had an audience and for once she just wants to be alone... But with you

-Showing you her favorite place to just exist is very therapeutic because she knows you love her the way she is, imperfections and all.

-This is a more self-indulgent garden, carnivorous plants, peculiarly shaped trees- no one tells her what to make next.

-Laying together in a hammock as she rambles on about her recent discoveries in botany, showing you her work like a child looking for approval.

- Isa info-dumping on you and you never get tired of listening, it makes her feel so happy and heard!

-Often Mirabel, Camilo or Antonio come out to get you both when you lose track of time or fall asleep in each other's arms. Have you missed meals before? Yeah totally you have

-You recommend making a swinging bench so you two don't fall asleep so often "Well if you weren't so peaceful maybe I wouldn't fall asleep, Mi Amor..!" Luisa:

-It is quite a transition to be working yourself to the bone then allowing yourself to relax, Luisa struggles with when to take a break.

-Often you'll be the one urging her to take a break and relax

-Her favorite way to relax is to play! Dancing, riding the donkeys, playing a board game, or Cards with you. Her second favorite is cuddling, having her head buried in your shoulder, giggling as you play with her hair

-Combine the two, Play guessing games while you lay together "I'm thinking of an animal that is really hard to find..." you take a while to guess but its a stick bug

-"Luisa that's cheating, Stick bugs are bugs, not animals..!" Okay maybe she likes to mess with you a little bit to keep you on your toes

-She doesn't fall asleep while relaxing very often because she is always keenly aware someone could need her soon, but sometimes she loses that when she is with you and completely lets go of that worry

-I'm going to say two words: Tickle Fights. ponder that

Protector

You had realized over the course of your relationship with Luisa that she had a terrible time saying no. ‘Luisa move the church’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa re route the river’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa I want my house more to the left.’ ‘Okay.’

“Why not tell them it’s a stupid task?” You had asked one afternoon as she took a brief break to eat the lunch you’d brought her.

“They mean well, and it’s not really hurting anything.” She argued.

“It’s misusing your gift for trivial nonsense!” She kissed your cheek.

“I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me, but it’s okay, really.” You huffed but made a promise to yourself that you would accompany her as much as possible for the next little while. The next day you walked with her as the priest approached.

“Luisa, I was thinking, could you move the church just a little more to the right, the morning light isn’t…” he faltered under the force of your glare. “Isn’t hitting the door any… on second thought. It’s fine.” He backed away slowly, putting his hands up.

“Amor. Did you just non verbally threaten the priest?” Luisa asked, doing a very poor job of hiding the amusement in her voice.

“Is it a threat if no words are said?” You asked lightly.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

As the days went by, you heard rumblings that you had been given the moniker of ‘guard dog’. Luisa had been a little unhappy about it until you started barking at random times to make her laugh.

“Could you hand me that vase?” She held out a hand for it.

“Woof!” You agreed, giving her the vase. She rolled her eyes trying not to laugh.

Your system encountered a serious test about a month in. One of the villagers had been getting increasingly annoyed that Luisa wouldn’t carry his house to the top of a hill opposite Casita. Typically, you had been able to stare him down, and even Luisa had outright told him that it was excessive, but neither were working today.

“Why not? What are you, useless?” He demanded.

“How dare you speak to her like thaaaa!” You lunged at him, but Luisa grabbed your waist and pinned you against her hip, your feet off the ground.

“You should put a leash on that perro callejero!” He snapped.

“Oh no. My grip. It’s slipping.” Luisa said. She put you on your feet gently. You didn’t need any more prompting. You pounced on him, wrestling him to the ground. You might have been smaller, but you were a hell of a lot meaner.

***************ten minutes later***********

You walked with Luisa, the villager thrown over her shoulder, to the square where her mother set up her station. She was there by herself and looked rather alarmed when you got close. The villager, who’s face as a bit of a mess, was flopped into a chair.

“What happened?” She asked, examining your face.

“He called Luisa useless.” You said. She looked over at her daughter in surprise.

“He said y/n was a street dog.” She added in her defense. Julieta handed you and arepa con queso before going to examine the villager.

“I don’t think he’ll make either of those mistakes again. You two go find somewhere else to be, I’m going to find your Tia and Abuela and we’re going to have a little chat with him when he wakes up.” You swallowed your bite quickly.

“Yes ma’am!” You agreed. Luisa grabbed your hand and you hurried off in the opposite direction. “He bled on your dress.” You commented.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Luisa sighed.

“Woof!” You said.

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.”

sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sev-

(drabble)

Pairing: Subby!Sevika x reader

Pronouns used: none (afab genitalia)

Gendered terms: none

Genre: smut(mdni)

Strap-on, slight praise/bondage, begging

When people saw you and Sevika, walk down the street together, they'd all asume she was the one in control, relentless as she did whatever she pleased with you. No one ever assumed she had to ask anything from you. Her reputation made moments like these all the more satisfying. Moments where Sevika was underneath you, whimpers and jagged breathes leaving her lips, moments where she doesn't know if she should beg you to go faster or to slow down. And it didn't matter what she chose, because it was up to you, you were the one making these decisions for her, you were the one taking care of her. You were the one fucking into her with brutal pace, the strap-on she insisted she hated abusing her cunt. Her pretty back would arch and her muscular arms would pull at the restraints you gave her while you kneeled between her thighs, massaging her hips."There, there, pretty girl, I know you can take it." You'd bend over and whisper sinfull things in her ears, all while she babbled and moaned your name. Sevika would always end up begging, even if she refused to at first, even if she was so fucked-out she didn't know what she was begging for, and she was so good at begging.

Uh oh!

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summary ; what would happen if the Madrigals were to suddenly meet a young woman who was akin to them, yet so different, so peculiar… She was unpredictable yet reliable, who exactly is she?

In where the family of Madrigals met a sorceress who had recently moved in, what could perhaps be their reactions to your enchanting abilities?

Note ; nyeht, nada! Alright so I was brainrotting and SUDDENLY this amazing idea for the Doctor Strange!Reader just came up and I FELL IN LOVE. So guaranteed for a one shot (possibly series if I have the motivation lol) on this Doctor Strange!Reader. The Scarlet Witch!Reader will be postponed cuz I just gotta write the idea down, quick!

Also Carlos will be added here, aight enjoy! This is different from the one shot I will be making, because this post will contain headcanons on [name] who studies Mystic Arts and moves into Encanto while the one shot contains on [name] bumping into the Madrigals outside of Encanto. And yes, Carlos will be there :>

Doctor Strange!Reader x Madrigals (work under the cut!)(Not beta read)

No specific pronouns

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{Gender neutral}

{Sevika x reader}

Summery: You go to party’s often, and you pick up on the gossip. This is the reason you recognize Sevika immediately on her entering the club you where at. Seemingly because of some rough business, she gets drunk and you swoop in to save her.

Warning: Swearing. Abduction Attempt. Alcohol. Drunk Sevika. Not beta read.

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