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

Look, I read the Vi one and had to ask for sub!Sevika-- please and thank you 👉🏼👈🏼

Sub Sevika headcanons

pairings: Sevika x afab!reader

warnings: Afab reader, smut obvi, mommy kink, dom!reader, strip poker, masturbation

a/n: had a lil too much fun writing this omfg, more under the cut

Sevika was always one to show her dominance in public it was expected, after all she is Silco's right hand man

So whenever you sat comfortably atop Sevika's powerful thighs, people only saw public displaying her beautiful partner, taking ownership of them if you will

What they never noticed was how you teased her, your taunting touches, the way leaned into the crook of her neck, something so innocent from an outside perspective, but they would never hear the dirty words you whisper in her ear as you gently caress the back of her neck.

Strip poker was one of your favorite games, mostly because of how you twisted the rules

"Loser has to pleasure the other party,"

Sevika held a high reputation because of her skills in poker, she would never purposefully throw a game, but when you introduced the new rules to her you could see Sevika questioning if it was worth it

For a few months she didn't hold back, refusing to throw a winning streak out for pleasure

But the "As if" mentality slowly deteriorated, she would take much longer to make decisions and at some point stopped looking you in the eye mid game.

And finally, after one final game she threw down her last cards and folded her arms on the table, still unable to meet your gaze

You got up from your seat and strolled over to her, placing both hands on her built shoulders, you massaged them in a teasingly slow pace before your hands trailed down her back and you began to unclasp her bra,

"Let me help you with this, my love"

"Let mommy hear you, dear"

Your favorite thing about Sevika was her deep groans, she would often hold back her delightful sounds by biting her lip or mumbling swears, when she did you would slow your pace, your hips almost halting to a complete stop, hands grabbed the soft skin of her waist as you leaned in front of her, your lips inches away from hers, Sevika's eyes were speaking more than herself, they were practically begging for you to continue, to fuck her until she couldn't think any more, a smile crept over lips,

The title alone was enough to make her whimper and buck her hips, her desperation only making you giggle as you slowly picked up a faster rhythm

You also loved to see Sevika kneel, seeing such a powerful women below you begging to touch your soft skin was astonishing

Sevika loved to suck on your fingers, she would watch your finger yourself and be practically drooling across the room and if she was desperate enough she would beg to eat you out, relishing in the taste of your cunt

Surprise

“Hey Isa, mamá said to-what are you doing?” Luisa stared at her older sister as she spun to hide what ever it was she was dyeing behind her back.

“Nothing!” Isabela said , dropping the item back in the vat. “What did mamá want?” She asked.

“She said to come in for lunch. What are you dyeing?” She asked, tilting her head at the pink up to Isa’s elbows.

“Aaaaa Dress!” Luisa raised an eyebrow.

“Huh, who knew lying would be the thing you’re bad at.” She said turning to head back into Casita.

************* later that night**************

“Mira, Abuela…. Why are you weird?” There was a blur of pink over Mirabel’s head, and a piece of white fluff clung to the curls at the top of her head.

“I’m not weird!” Mirabel protested. Luisa pointed at the top of her own head. Mira gave her a confused look before catching her reflection in the mirror. She snatched up the fluff, putting it behind her.

“What are you hiding?” Luisa asked, taking a step into the nursery.

“It’s a surprise!”

“For who?”

“That’s a surprise too.”

“And you say you’re not weird.” Luisa said, giving her sister the side eye. She turned to leave, “Abuela said that dinner is almost ready.”

“I’ll be right down.”

****************later that night************

Luisa sat up groggily at the banging on her door.

“Whoisit?” She mumbled

“Us!” Mirabel’s voice came from just outside the door.

“Well, ‘us’ what do you want?”

“Can we come in?” Isa asked.

“Yeah sure.”

“Okay, close your eyes.” Mirabel said.

“I was doing that before you knocked.” Luisa grumbled, but shut her eyes as she was told. She could hear her sisters cross the floor and settle on her bed, then a new weight was placed on her lap.

“Open ‘em!” Isa said. There was a moment of silence.

“Do you like it?” Mirabel asked.

Luisa’s eyes went wide as she gingerly picked up a large, very pink, very soft, covered in embroidery butterflies, toy unicorn. As she brought it close to her face, she could smell vanilla and cinnamon, and a little bit of orchid. It’s purple button eyes sparkled in the dim light. Suddenly she squeezed it tight, a look of pure joy on her face.

“I LOVE IT!!” She grabbed both of her sisters in a tight hug. “THANK YOU!!” Mirabel and Isabela both wheezed slightly.

“Told you we didn’t need to make it blue.” Isa said.

“Thanks for that, señora princessa perfecta.” Mira retorted, hugging Luisa tighter.

i want to be someone’s comfort person. their go to. their favorite. i want to be someone’s number one.

A puppy for each drop of tear.♥️Loved the concept art about Luisa hugging puppies so I gave her those adorable pups from Dug Days. 🐶

Some of my moves… are also hers.

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.

happy pride month don’t forget to appreciate & care for your local butches! & to all the butches out there I hope you have a wonderful month! this includes trans & nonbinary & bigender butches, bisexual butches, butches of color, disabled butches, autistic butches, fat butches, shy quiet butches & loud extroverted butches, butches with long hair, butches who like the color pink, butches who bind & butches who don’t bind, butches who tuck & butches who don’t tuck, & excludes butch terfs & butch cops 💖🤍🧡

Isabela talking to Mirabel and the cousins about Luisa: It's not JUST that we have to arrange forty stuffed animals every time we use her couch. It's that they have to be in a very specific order, and Blinky and Lou-Lou can't sit next to each other because they 'have history'. And you want to know the sick part? I want to know what it is.

Sleeping with Luisa was a very comforting experience 99.9 Percent of the time. Luisa was the cuddle queen, and had a special appreciation for warm fluffy blankets. However, there was the .01 percent that could be a real beast. You woke up with severe pain radiating from your ribs and made some alarmed and pained noises that snapped Luisa back to consciousness.

“Huh? Wha? Oh! Oh My God What Did I Do?!?” Luisa was across the room, hair disheveled, and night gown off a shoulder as she stoop looking horrified in less time than it took Camilo to prank someone.

“Baby, darling, sweetheart, it’s fine, really.” You lied. Each breath really hurt, but let’s face it, talking Luisa down was sort of priority. You moved to sit up, wincing more. “I’ll go wake your mom, hell I can tell her I was out for a little stroll and tripped down the stairs.” Luisa’s lower lip started quivering and her eyes welled with tears.

“I’m so sorry!” She sobbed, her eyes frantic.

“Honey, angel, amor,” you soothed, walking over and hugging her, in-spite of the screaming ribs. “What happened?

“I-I had a n-nightmare. I didn’t know!” You did your best to rock her back and forth, trying desperately to ignore the ouch in your chest. “Tell me everything.” You started humming to try to bring her off the emotional ledge.

“Th-there were people chasing us, and I lost you in the people running, and I couldn’t find anyone, and my strength went away, and then there were spiders.”

“Oh love, of course you were hugging me tight, I’d be scared too.” You coaxed her to sit on the floor, making it easier to stroke her hair and dry her cheeks.

“I hurt you.” She whispered, almost ashamed.

“It wasn’t intentional, and nothing a snack courtesy of your mom won’t fix.” You promised, bringing her head to your chest. “I love you so much, my gentle Luisa.” A knock sounded at the door, followed by a tired looking Julietta and a concerned Dolores entering the room.

“Mama, I hurt her.” Luisa whimpered, as Julietta took over your place, Dolores handed you a quesadilla, which was eaten gratefully. The relief was instant as your ribs went back where they were supposed to go.

“Good as new.” You announced, kneeling before Luisa. “Light of my life, why don’t we go back to bed?” Pure apprehension flooded her face. “Odds are it won’t happen more than once in a night.” You pointed out.

“She’s right. Get some rest. You need a good nights sleep.” Julietta said, petting Luisa’s hair and kissing her daughter’s face.

“A-alright.” Luisa agreed, standing up and hugging her mother and cousin. You mouthed your thanks as they left the room, earning nods and smiled of acknowledgment. You held out your arms, making grabby hands.

“I could do with some snuggles, I’m starting to get cold.” Luisa gingerly picked you up, setting you on the bed with the utmost care, curling around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I love you too.