Surprise

What anout a Luisa x a Reader who is skilled in massagong, like, the kind of skill that makes anyone melt out of relaxarion and the reader always hellps Luisa to relax after her long days of work, because ley's be honest, agter all the weight luisa has to carry, she deserves a good relaxing massage.

Love it!

Your arrangement had started after you had her help move a particularly heavy screen. She had been rather hesitant at first, feeling that she didn’t deserve such luxuries.

“This isn’t so bad, now is it?” You asked her exposed back as you kneaded her shoulders.

“No.” She sighed. You grinned at how hard she was trying to not be vocal. From then on, once a week, you would have her come over, just to move the screen s few inches, and the reward her with a nice massage.

“So we’re gonna have to stop doing this.” Luisa said during one of your weekly meetups.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“W-well, I l-like you and I uh.” She hesitated, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I like you too.” You said, stepping closer. “All the more reason to keep giving you free-bees.”

“But, won’t your other clients have a problem with this?”

“Don’t worry about them. Now strip and get on the table, I want to see if that knot in your left shoulder is resolving.” Luisa nodded and did as she was told once you were out of the room. By the time you moved in together, the familiarity with her body made the massages therapeutic for you as well, and when she was in her room, she felt no particular compilation to be quiet. You earned small gasps and sighs as your hands worked, the tension draining from her bit by bit until she was completely relaxed. Then it was time for a shower and off to bed, where you’d be snuggled close, her relaxed body, drawing comfort from your presence.

Hello hello lovely <3 I recently fell in love with your writing especially the way you write hcs! I really liked the one with the girlss comforting you about your insecurities. Could you do one the opposite way? Where you comfort them about THEIR insecurities? (Especially Vi and those scars. Omg my baby.) Definitely fluffy, maybe spicy if you're feeling it.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 - 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, (Bonus!) Jinx 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Angsty Fluff, Cursing?, Scars, Talk of past trauma

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Still getting my blog together so if some things change don't mind that. Thank you for the request lovely <3

☼ 𝐕𝐢 - Poor baby. She's been through a lot in her life. Her parents, Vander, Mylo, Claggor, losing her idea of her sister. She's very insecure about the scars that run down her back. Most from prison, especially the ones on her face.

The one on her lip and the one above her eyebrow are ones she really hates. Because you can see them. She pretends it doesn't bother her but man does she wish they weren't there. She wished you couldn't seem them, but the love in your eyes when you look at her is enough for her to feel better.

Vi completely breaks when you run your fingers along them. Especially when she's sitting with her back exposed to you. And she feels your fingers just softly tracing them without her even saying anything. And she doesn't say anything after either. She can't bring herself to, she doesn't want to ruin the moment.

But only if you guys are close, she wouldn't let anyone else touch her like that but you. Might even cry, she just feels so safe with you. You're her home now. So when you kiss the two scars on her face each night before bed, she melts. She's yours, so you better not break her heart.

☼ 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 - Caitlyn comes off very confident. But she's got her insecurities. Especially in her abilities as an enforcer. Most see her as stuck up, which you and her both know she can sometimes come off as. But she's a good person, she never means it.

Caitlyn just needs you to tell her how she sounds. But the enforcers see her as someone who only got the job because of her parents. And it makes her feel that way as well even though she's very passionate at what she does.

She gets really upset about this, she'll talk to you about it while you both lay in bed. Caitlyn loves listening to you tell her how good she's doing. Not many people do. So hearing you, of all people, telling her she's doing a good job. It's something that she cherishes.

☼ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 - Sevika is very insecure, and very similar to Vi in this department. Her arm. It's her worst enemy. She lost it because of her passion for her cause but she wished she didn't have to lose it. Sevika wishes she could've shown her devotion a different way.

But if anyone knows you can't change the past, it's her. You always make sure to hold her metal hand just as much as her flesh and blood hand, even if she can't feel it. You know she's watching, and you know she appreciates it even if she doesn't say it.

Her favorite thing is waking up in the morning and you already being awake. Tracing those little lines on her face that she despises because it makes them a little more bearable.

Sevika would kill to feel your little touches on her skin every minute of everyday. She hates the scars that cover her body, from her legs to her face. The one one her stomach. She can't look at any of them for long. But you, you trace them over and over as if they're art. And that makes her hate them a little bit less.

☼ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱 - She less insecure about her physical scars. It's her mental scars that terrorize her. Her childhood along with the death that plagued it. Her episodes of anger and hearing voices, she's terrified she'll hurt you. And she hates having to look at you after them, because she's scared of what she'll see.

But every time she does look, it's never fear or anger in your eyes. It's always worry, worry and love. You love her, and you want to make sure she's okay. Jinx usually doesn't hear the voices when you're around, they usually are away. Locked up in a box. But on occasion when they come out. You're always there for her.

She loves holding you, feeling your arms around her letting her cry into you. Or leaning her entire body back on you, her head resting beside yours on your shoulder. She'll just lay there, listening to your breathing or what you're saying. Because you don't leave and you never get mad at her.

You don't see Jinx as anyone else does. You see her as she wants to be seen. Like Vi, you're Jinx's safe space, you're her home. Your the person she trusts to go to when her mind isn't safe to be. Because you'd never judge her, and that is something Jinx holds onto.

And so help you God if you ever break her heart. Not that you ever would. You love her just as much as she loves you.

A/n: This made me kinda sad ngl also tmrw it friday and I am so excited because I'll feel less dead to the writing world

Okay say this with me:

👏🏼 Luisa 👏🏼 loves 👏🏼 being 👏🏼 little 👏🏼 spoon 👏🏼

She loves being held close and loves the feeling of a pair of arms wrapped safely around her. She wouldn't admit it to you any time soon, though.

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, is a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, Could Actually Kill You

Looks Like They Could Kill You, is Actually a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like They Can Kill You, Can Actually Kill You

This is amazing 🥲

Random unorganized thoughts: Sevika and intimacy

MDNI 18+ some nsfw mostly sfw

Tagging: Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @trashbod @biphrogg @thebleccbird @petitepersephone

So it's common knowledge or agreement ig, that Sevika tried to avoid interpersonal relationships getting to know people or being with someone for a goal whether it be sex, money or Zaun. Brothels, gambling and work. But what made her like that.

So I keep thinking she kinda has eldest daughter syndrome right? Like she feels the need to carry everything herself and still seems to end up failing. Even when she blows off steam at the brothel there's always something else.

Yea she's scared of someone she loves getting hurt but she's more scared of getting herself hurt. So she kinda just snips people out.

Now I keep imagining her when she realizes that she just can't cut her s/o out of her life. That ghosting them, being the reason they cry hurts her way more than they could hurt her.

I also keep thinking about that one nonsexual intimacy thing and how everyone's in agreement she's a threat, she's scary, shes a weapon, she's hot, she's big she goes to the brothel. Imagine what slight face touches would do to her, kissing her scars, giving her little gifts, playing with her hair, back rubs.

That poor women probably has been objectified by most people one way or the other, but seems to push anyone with interest that she can away.

You go to lay down with her and her first words are "not tonight baby I'm tired" and her melting when you lay with her and pull her into your chest.

Whenever you guys cuddle she so tense, when you trace the back of your finger across her face she just stares at you, you'd probably think she didn't like it and when you pull away she says "don't stop" but she sounded a bit harsh but inside her hearts beating so fast.

Imagining her laying her head in your lap to listen to you talk, and you start to play with her hair and she just sighs. It's feels good.

Taking showers with her and in the least sexual way just cleaning each other, her pulling you into the kitchen to dance, pulling you onto her lap to shove her face in the crook of your neck, the way she glides her lips across your skin you your arms, leaving faint traces of black lipstick across your body.

The kind of intimacy that it feels so good it makes your heart ache, your head go dizzy and tears fall.

02﹐🦋﹢﹒mi amor !? . summary: "what kind of date would they take you on for valentines day?"

dolores would likely prefer to stay inside and spend some quality time instead. don't get me wrong, she'd love to bring you out on a fancy special date - perfect for the most special person in her life, you. but she wants to be alone with you, to focus on you. she wants to mute the world just for you, even for a short moment.

you melted into dolores' touch as she lovingly runs her fingers through the knots in your hair. calming, romantic music played through your shared earphones as the long forgotten movie acted as background noise. moments like these were what she treasured the most, sure, it isn't your usual valentines day date. but it's enough. "are you hungry?" she whispered softly into your ear after taking out the earbud, pausing the movie and the music on her phone. "sort of," you snuggled into her chest, "but we can stay here for a bit."

isabela would probably organize a cutesy picnic date in a beautiful private gazebo or something like that. i see her as the type to want it simple, but also aesthetic, you get me? she'd definitely ask you to dance with her, oh! and flowers aren't a problem, she'll have a whole bundle of all your favorites!

isabela chuckled to herself as she watched you stumble on your feet to keep up with her. "how far is it?" you asked, careful with every step you take as your girlfriend had taken the initiative of blind-folding you for her special surprise. "it's close, watch your steps!" and as if she jinxed it, you inconveniently tripped on the steps of the gazebo, not like you knew what you tripped over. thankfully, your girlfriend very graciously caught you in her arms and twirled you around, swiftly sliding the blind-fold off of your face to reveal her valentines gift. "happy valentines, amor."

luisa would be similar to dolores. working a lot gets overwhelming and she'd probably want to avoid that on special occasions. she'll likely ask her mom to help her prepare dinner, then you two just have a romantic dinner date in like, a garden isabela set up for you two or something.

you grinned from ear to ear as luisa brought over your plates and drinks. you two were seated in the middle of a flower garden the isabela had made earlier, specifically for you two. for luisa, she's anxious about this. what if it isn't enough for you? but for you, the fact she went through this much effort just for the two of you? your heart swells in a good way. she sat across you, shoulders tense until she feels your significantly smaller hand on hers. "happy valentines day."

mirabel would probably take you somewhere festive, like a town fair! you two would sit on a grassy hill and admire the beautiful stars and sway to the upbeat music. when you two get hungry you just wander around the booths and stalls, maybe even dance to the music?

mirabel leaned into your shoulder as she stared up at you with a look of admiration, adoration. you're too busy admiring the stars scattered across the midnight sky, but she subtly pecks your knuckles and intertwines your pinkies. you look down at her, grinning and pulling her closer. "hey," you pause, gesturing to the town fair. "you wanna go stuff our mouths full of food and dance until the night wastes away?" you finished, chuckling as mirabel immediately jumps up and pulls you up with her. "let's go!"

camilo would drag you to somewhere like an amusement park or an arcade. he'd have a hand around your waist or shoulder almost the entire time, it's a big place with lots of crowds! he lets you win in games, lets you choose the rides, etc. very fun:)

camilo put in another quarter, determined to win you that dinosaur plush while you were struggling to keep a hold of all the other stuffed animals he's already won. "cami- cami!" you dropped the dozens of stuff animals onto a clean nearby table, keeping an eye on them. "cami you- you don't need to get it?" "no no let me get it." "but—" "shh, anything for you mariposa." "that's sweet but you're looting the whole machine—" "let the children cry."

© aimore [ very cute modern au encanto drabbles for valentines:) as this is scheduled, valentines day was yesterday for me! but happy valentines day to my singles and takens! :D (heads up that my theme will be changing again soon LOL (and probably username)) ]

Recently found your Luisa Madrigal x readers and they’re AMAZING 🤩 I squealed so loudly when I found them, they made me so happy. You write her really well!😊 Are you open to asks about your fics and such?

Those were a bit spur of the moment, but I’m open to that. If I didn’t plan it, I’ll out and out wing it. Thank you so much for you kind words, they were my first foray into that kind of fan fiction.

funny enough when I read it my brain immediately went “buss down tora” (because I know he got that 🍑) but that was an even better surprise BDT (I was crying laughing seeing him say it)

BIG

DICK

TORA

Thanks to my cursed stream for birthing this unholy meme~

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Ribbon

18+ this is your fair warning

Luisa lay in her thin lacy nightgown, giving you a very skeptical look. Her limbs were tied with materials a regular strength person could break.

“Amor, what are you trying to accomplish here?” She asked, specifically looking at the ribbon on her wrists which looked oddly familiar.

“Wellll.” You drawled, sliding a single finger down from the tip of her chin to the valley of her breasts. “We both know I wouldn’t be able to find materials that could actually restrain you, so I came up with a different approach. “I used the straps from my sandals on your legs, which you aren’t going to break because that would make my life a bit inconvenient, and on your wrists is my favorite hair ribbon.” She stared in shock for a moment.

“I feel like that’s cheating.” Luisa said, a little bit of awe in her voice.

“I have to get around your strength somehow if we’re going to try this.” You argued. “Are you ready?” Luisa nodded. “Good. Now hold still for me darling.”

You moved to your hands and knees, still straddling her torso. You kissed her a little roughly, your tongue insistent on being on her mouth. Meanwhile your hands slid down to where the thin lace only sort of hid her full breasts. You squeezed a little roughly, earning a small gasp. You let up on her mouth for a minute, kissing along the path your finger had taken earlier. You pushed aside the lace, putting your mouth on one errect nipple, while your fingers played with the other.

“Ah, angel!” Luisa panted, still managing to hold still. You switched which one was receiving which kind of attention, earning another little noise as the nipple pulled out of your mouth with a pop. You stalled there for a while, kissing, licking and biting her breasts.

“Amor, please.” She asked. You moved up to kiss her mouth again, pausing first to take in the sight of her face flushed, her hair loose and fanned out over the pillows. You pulled away slowly, a playful expression on your face.

“Would you like me to keep going?” You teased.

“Yes!”

“As you wish.” You said, pushing the hem of her nightgown higher to expose her soaked core. Your eyes met, gazes holding as you put your tongue on her already swollen clit. She tried not to whimper, but you had been winding her up all day with hints about what you had planned. The nightgown was even your idea. As your tongue continued to work, you slid two fingers inside, crooking your fingers slightly, rubbing that spot that made her fight the impulse to buck her hips.

“Angel, please!” She gasped as you started to suck her clit. You reached a hand up to squeeze and pinch each breast. “Y/n, y/n, y/n! She gasped fighting to keep control of her limbs. Her limbs quivered with the strain. You sucked harder, moving your fingers faster. Her ability to form coherent sentences left her, giving you only choppy, desperate gasps and disjointed syllables.

“Cum for me.” You instructed, either your timing was impeccable, or she had been holding off. The minute those words left you, she gasped bucking her hips, her clit throbbing. You grinned watching her come off the high. As she caught her breath, you undid the ties at her ankles.

“H-how bad I-is it?” She asked.

“Not bad at all. You did wonderfully.” You assured, tossing them off to the side. You pulled the knot loose at her wrists, letting them fall to the bed. You tossed it off to the side too, cuddling in to her. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?” You asked, stroking her face gently.

“I’m alright.” She assured before snuggling you tighter. “Just don’t go away.” She asked softly.

“I promise, I’m not planning to be anywhere else tonight.” Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as sleep crept up on her.

“Good.”

“Sleep well darling.” You received no answer other than steady breathing. You smiled and settled on to follow suit.