#cha.isabela

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u might not have guessed it from the content on this blog but i like the girls a loooot, actually. so have some ideas for isabela, luisa and dolores <3

notes: fem!reader, nsfw, weird plant stuff for isabela

What else can she do? Well, Isabela isn’t opposed to ‘messing around’ with her gift. It’s something so new and unusual that she simply can’t resist going along with it. She wouldn’t have dared to do anything like this earlier in her life. (Perhaps it’s a petty of her, but she’s been purposefully wanting to try things her family would see as clashing with her earlier ‘perfect’ personality. Using her powers to fuck her girlfriend definitely doesn’t seem like something they’d aprove of. Well, it’s not like they’d know- The thought that counts.) The precise movements required as she loops the vines around your body are great practice. She refuses to use her hands at all now that she’s gotten started. All around you, flowers are blooming to match her excitement. Their combined scent is cloying and enough to make you dizzy.

Luisa likes to be pampered during sex, just completely taken care of. Though this is a fact you’ll have to figure out on your own, since she’d feel selfish asking. Whether her workload has gotten lesser or not, she’s hesitant to voice what she really wants. Your enjoyment is never at the back of her mind. She always insist on making you cum at least once, but... It’s nice to be serviced, rather than always servicing. This makes her enjoy taking the lead as well. To have your full attention on her. She’s always gentle and careful with everything she does, her gift has forced her to. Luisa treats you almost like glass. Every once in a while however, you’ll still find yourself being pulled up and pressed against a wall at her height for a kiss. With a single hand. 

Poor Dolores can never catch a break. It’s already hard for her to keep from purposefully listening in on you with how nosy she is. She’s just curious! There’s nothing wrong with that, right? Mama’s stirring a lot in her sleep again, and it’s keeping her up. And she can’t resist. She’s fully expecting not to hear anything special anyway, you have to be asleep at this time. There are so many sounds in town this late. She can sift through all of them quickly enough though, finding yours. You’re... Gasping, whining in a way that lights a fire underneath her skin. Oh, she shouldn’t- But she wants to listen in, to figure out if her name is among your pretty noises.

#dolores madrigal x reader #luisa madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x reader #I LOVEEEE WOMEN <33333333 esp isabela is so hot to me i can't help it omg #cha.dolores #cha.luisa #cha.isabela

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one day before meeting her gf (the reader) isabela accidentally grows an aphrodisiac plant (think sex pollen) and...suffers the consequences alone. from then on she doesnt mess around with that plant

but after meeting the reader and they start dating, isabela purposefully grows it and has it conveniently grow where the reader will be affected...and now isabela can use her vines on her girlfriend while she's all needy

isabela sees it as a win for everyone involved

notes: fem!reader sex pollen, dubcon, vine tentacles

“Isaaaa,” You slur out the first part of her name, and nothing more. “Please...” Your plead ends in an even more pathetic whimper, eyes brimming with tears. Everything’s too much. The lights are too bright and your tongue is too heavy, Saliva leaks out of your mouth with every word. Your entire body is hot, tingling, slick with sweat. You can hardly stand, much less walk. All you can think about is the desperate need for release as your pussy drips with arousal. You’re lucky you ran into your girlfriend, and no one else.

Isabela speaks to you. You don’t register her words. Only that her tone is soft and nice and she’s cooing at you, leaving you crying while she removes your clothes. Your skin is so sensitive, but… It’s so much better, every piece of clothing removed a relief. Each brush of her fingers against your skin leaves you shuddering, a moan leaving your lips as she pulls down your panties. Strings of girlcum stick to them. As soon as you’re lifted up in the air, you’re not even sure how, you go entirely limp into whatever’s holding you.

Something pushes inside you, writhing and thick, stretching you open- And that’s all it takes for you to cum. Your entire body goes rigid as you let out a noise that leaves your throat raw. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden that it has you sobbing, the sensation bordering on painful. Your insides clench and relax, you trying to milk whatever’s spreading you open, to no avail.

Some of the fog in your mind clears. Finally, you can tell that Isabela’s tentacles are supporting you. Having descended from somewhere up above, they’ve curled around your legs and torso. You must look like such a wreck. You’re still shedding tears, you feel wet with sweat everywhere, your chin is dripping with spit and your limbs are twitching uncontrollably. While your fever has faded a little, you’re burning up with shame instead. You tilt your head up, a slow effort, and you try to meet her eyes. 

Isabela’s hand lifts your chin up as soon as she notices your attempt, and there’s not a trace of disgust on her face. “You look beautiful.” She breathes out, a smile on her face. Hands intertwine with yours, no matter how sweaty they are. “One more time. Could you do that for me?” There’s still some fire lapping at your insides. Though you can’t quite speak, you do nod. She brightens up even more, giving your face a little squeeze.

She kisses you without hesitation. Her vines curl around your chest, squeezing around your nipples. The tip of another finds your clit and presses down. Another tries to stretch you open further. Your mind goes blank with pleasure.

#cha.isabela #cw.dubcon #cw.aphrodisiacs #isabela madrigal x reader

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notes: isabela x reader, humiliation / bullying, masochism. technically sfw but fucked up nonetheless.

so. :) since we’ve been talking abt a version where bruno is a lot creepier have my take on... meaner isabela. or, well, isabela who is just meaner to you. (pre movie events.) this is not supposed to represent a healthy relationship / dynamic whatsoever, it’s inherently abusive in nature, dead dove, dldr yadda yadda

she’s always so perfect around everyone, you’ve looked up to isabela for years. but... somewhere along the way, you became like her emotional punching bag. there’s so much frustration bubbling underneath her smile. maybe it’s because you were such an easy target, that it slipped into your interactions. you’ never fail to be brimming with admiration, more of a loyal dog than an actual friend. lapping up whatever she does. you’re like a living, breathing incarnation of what she hates. a constant reminder of the expectations she has to live up to.

if she knows anything though, it’s that you won’t tell.

it doesn’t matter what she does. isabela knows she could spit in your face and it wouldn’t change your feelings. but that’s not what she prefers. it’s all words, when it comes to her. that doesn’t change a thing, when her tongue is so sharp it can leave you trembling. over time, it’s festered into this. it started with just a passive aggressive remark here in there, hardly noticeable. now, when everyone’s backs are turned... she’ll tell you how lucky you are that she’s wasting her time with someone like you, that the only reason she’s still here is because of how much she pities you. you’re... nothing compared to her, and you never will be! (and of course she notices how it has you squirming still. creep.) 

you’re not good enough to marry her. for even a sliver of her affections. how often have you dirtied her in your thoughts...? no, wait. don’t answer that. she really doesn’t want to know. but most of all; her family would never approve of you being together. it’s a favourite saying of hers, because it never fails to make you flinch. at this point, you’re more than aware that if her family doesn’t want her to do something, she won’t.

she’s constantly chastising you for your behaviour. since everyone considers you so ‘close’, anything you do would reflect back on her. isabela starts holding you to near the same impossible standards as she holds herself. no one can be actually perfect, though. neither of you are. maybe you’ll try. and for a little bit, you can uphold the weight of it all. isabela is so sweet to you then, making the prettiest, cloying flowers blossom for you, fingers gentle as she helps you to look the best you can. if you can’t keep up, however... she’ll threaten to leave you behind entirely if you don’t shape up.

but... she never does. no matter how outrageously you might act, she could never, ever abandon you. you’ve always come back to her, after all. it twists her feelings ever further, vines sneaking around her heart and wringing it dry. no matter how hard she pushes you away, you come bounching right back. she doesn’t... hate you, no matter how much she likes to believe otherwise. neither is it loathing. because how could she hate the only person who has seen her for who she is. to whom she has laid bare the most ugly, revolting parts of herself, and who still comes crawling back for more...? who hungrily accepts every part of her?

maybe... maybe she loves you.

#cha.isabela #cw.humiliation #isabela madrigal x reader

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notes: ‘mean’ isabela, humiliation, (implied) masochism, being stepped on, choking. technically sfw, there’s no sex, but a depiction of a very unhealthy relationship. this is not the way i see canon isabela.

You didn’t think Isabela returned your feelings. Every time you called her breathtaking or a blessing or perfect, she rolled her eyes and told you she already knew. It’d be silly of you to expect any compliments back. Once or twice, you’ve tried to hold her hand, but all it’s ever gotten you is a quick slap on the wrist. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t hoped going on a date with another would’ve gotten a reaction... Though you hadn’t expected one.

Getting dragged off to her room as soon as she caught wind and being forced to the ground definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. Flowers are curled around your ankles, keeping you down. Your heart is racing.

“Where? Where did they touch you?” Isabela is the one to break the silence. Her voice is even, her expression almost blank. Just barely, you restrain yourself from breathing out everywhere, everywhere, everywhere- To be encased by her creations... Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

“We... We held hands. That’s all!” The vine creeps in between all of your fingers and curls around your thumb. She’s staring at you the whole time. You’re starting to tremble. A twitch in your leg, goosebumps running up your arm, a tremble of your lower lip, and then- “Please- P-please, forgive me. I’m sorry, I, well, I didn’t think you’d be mad!” Your voice shoots up in pitch.

“Oh, shut up.” She snaps. Her foot comes down on your chest, and all the air in your lungs is forced out as thick, treelike roots spread over your chest to every limb. It’s so heavy it’s hard to breathe. A shoot curls around your throat, pressing down, sharp edges digging into your flesh as you swallow. Isabela raises her voice and digs her sole further in.

“I’m not stupid. You did this on purpose, thinking I- Thinking I’d be upset. That I’d come running to tear you out of their arms. Well? I let you finish the date, didn’t I?” She spits out the words. “Or did you...” She moves her lips around, like tasting the words. “Or did you really think you could find anyone who could make you feel like I do? Who comes anywhere close?” Isabela moves to sit on your chest. You can’t breathe at all, the blood is rushing through your ears. Tears blur your vision. She reaches out and brushes her hand through your hair.

Isabela’s voice is soft when she speaks again. “No one knows me like you do... But no one would accept you for who you are either. They couldn’t give you what you really want.” Her face scrunches up, and her tongue becomes striking once more. “Look at you. You’re drooling. Have at least a little self-control.”

At this point, you’re gasping for air. She gets up, and most of her creations retreat alongside her. One remains. Isabela gives you one final glare, before walking straight past you. You pant, every gulp of air tasting sweet. A smile stretches on your lips as you push yourself up with shaky arms. “So... You like me...?”

The branch around your neck squeezes hard, and sprouts a leaf that tickles your skin.

#isabela madrigal x reader #cha.isabela

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💌 + isabela?... Whether it's mean isabela or canon isabela is up to you 🗣️

anon asked: 💌 + isabela anon asked: 💌 Isabela please

notes: mean!isabela, unhealthy relationship, humiliation

“Sit still.”

Isabela’s voice lacks its usual sting as she holds your face steady with one hand, applying makeup with the other. Or ‘hiding your many imperfections’, as she likes to call it. She’s too focused to be insulting. Her hand moves with the kind of ease that only comes from years of practice. But there’s still a difference between doing your own makeup and someone else’s, so she ends up pulling back with a frown more than once.

You don’t care how many times she has to redo it. When you’re this close to her, you can take in her sweet smell without looking weird. (It’s flowers. Of course she smells like flowers. You can’t be the only one it draws in.) Her hands are warm against your skin (so soft), and you can stare at her face without any excuse. There’s no closer you could get to pure bliss. Even if she’s only being gentle with her words and touch so as to not ruin her hard work, you can pretend.

Her eyes roam over your face to inspect her progress, and you melt further. You hold her gaze, and when she meets it, her face relaxes. No smile, but no sneer either. Her hand slides down from your chin, fingers ghosting over your neck, and your breath hitches. She pulls her arm back as if burnt and takes a couple of steps back, her expression twisting into a more familiar expression. A vine pushes against your back so you’re forced out of your chair. She makes no attempt to help you, leaving you to trip over your feet and fall on your hands and knees. You groan loudly in pain.

“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for a punishment earlier, with all your sniffing. Really, I shouldn’t have indulged you, but... This works. At my feet is where you belong.” She quite literally turns up her nose at you. “Sometimes I forget you’re like that. But then I have to help you, because you can’t do anything on your own… And what do I get? A shivering, panting mess who only makes my job harder. All because I touched your face. …You’re utterly hopeless, you know that, right?

How could you argue with that? “I’m sorry,” Your apologies grow emptier every time you repeat them. “You’re just… You’re so pretty, Isabela.” You say with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “I know. Now,” Once she reaches out, plants sprout underneath you, pushing against you until you’re forced to stand. Immediately, she’s all over you again. While dusting off your clothes, she fixes and smoothes out the creases. It doesn’t help the fuzziness of your brain. Her hand clamps around your wrist. No intertwined fingers, much to your disappointment. “Compose yourself. I hope you didn’t forget you were coming over for dinner. We can’t be late.”

#cha.isabela #cw.humiliation #isabela madrigal x reader

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YES MORE MEAN ISABELA CONTENT UGGGH

I just think that- WELL...- especially within the grounds of her room where she has way more control the bullying would be taken up a notch, being unfairly mean to her 'friend' with the use of vines, but hey it's totally okay because she's just "testing what else she can do with her powers and" you're "a terrible excuse of a friend if you don't let her"!!

Isabela pls step on me or smth i beggggggggg

notes: gn!reader, bullying, (implied) masochism, unhealthy / abusive dynamic. this is not how i imagine canon isabela to act, not supposed to show a healthy relationship etc etc

You’re all excited and fidgety when she first lets you in your room- It has to mean she’s starting to warm up to you, right? But she just rolls her eyes as you look around in awe, carefully stepping so you don’t put too much weight on the flowers blossoming underneath your feet. Isabela’s walking a pace too fast so when you’ve returned to your senses, you need to hurry to catch up. You end up tripping over seemingly nothing, and she clicks her tongue. Only she knows it’s her fault. It’s hard to notice a bulb sprouting right beneath your feet.

Can you do nothing on your own? Nothing at all? You lift your head up to be met by her narrowed eyes. (Even like that, she’s still so pretty...) She’s looming over you, and your mouth twists into a sheepish smile before you sputter out an apology. Isabela brushes you off, not seeming any happier. When you try to get up, she shakes her head. You’re not killing any more of her flowers by, um... Being yourself? Please. A vine wraps itself around your stomach and lifts you in the air, too far away from the ground to get down easily. With the way she’s holding you, you can really only dangle in the air with yoru body folded over the vine. Legs on one side, arms and face on the other. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. Isabela mutters something about regretting all of this already. Your face burns with humiliation. (Or is that the blood forcefully rushing to your head...?) 

Isabela could use more vines to keep your body upright, but she doesn’t. As a result, the strain on your muscles is near unbearable as she moves you around alongside her. She drops herself down on her bed, and leaves you hanging. Your sides burn and your body is shaking. You can’t look at her for more than a few seconds. It’s too painful to keep your neck up for more than that, but she’s just... Relaxing on her bed. You’re not even worth a single glance, it seems. When you aren’t looking though, Isabela is the one who can’t keep her eyes off of you. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. You whimper her name.

What now? She’s just testing out how long she can materialize one of her plants for! It’d be selfish if you didn’t let her try at all. You’d be nothing without her- You know that, right? A nobody. They’d all forget about you as soon as she stopped spending time with you. Not to mention... She could ruin your reputation forever with a flick of her wrist. The tip of the vine slithers up your body further, until it wipes a tear from your cheek. Isabela sighs as she lowers you until you’re lying on her mattress. (The scent leaves you dizzy.) You immediately clutch your stomach, curling up.

Ah... So there are things even you don’t enjoy, huh? She leans over to pat your head. You still need to be fed scraps.

#cha.isabela #isabela madrigal x reader #cw.humiliation

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A, F and Z for mean isabela?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

‘Mean’ is in the title, isn’t it? You have to pick apart your interactions to find them, but there are seedlings of affection. The most striking one is that she holds you to the same standards as herself. She’s constantly fixing your appearance, commenting on how to behave better and, occasionally, gifting you new clothes. If she didn’t want to spend any more time with you, she could use your ‘flaws’ to ditch you once and for all. Instead, she spends her time making you into a person everyone would consider worthy of her. 

Isabela won’t let anyone else be mean to you either. It’d make her blood boil. While she can’t get mad in front of them, she’s rubbing in their face just how close you are with her, a Madrigal. A long stem of a crimson rose, without thorns, grows from her fingers and curls around your arm once. That’ll likely scare them off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Very offended. Fighting back would be a very loose term to Isabela, from being late to one of her invitations to struggling when she has you strung up in her vines. In her mind, you should push everything aside for her. She’s above you. Shouldn’t you be honoured to be spending time with her, and then you’re brushing her off? Expect Tsome experimention with her powers. On you. The reality is, she needs you more than you do her. Without you, she has no one to show a different side of herself to. You may have others to return to, but she doesn’t.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. There’s somewhat of a disconnect in her mind between her behaviour and how it might impact you. Isabela realises it’d be hurtful, but... You’re still coming back, aren’t you? A part of her assumes you enjoy it, even. While raising your voice at her only gets her to tense up further, she melts a bit as soon as you tear up. You’d likely break under the pressure of her trying to control how you act around others and chastising you for it constantly. Her solution to this is just letting you depend on her choosing everything you do for you ❤

#yandere #isabela madrigal x reader #cha.isabela

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can you do I, Q, and H for mean isabela? (It’s fine if you are unable to, thanks for taking time to read this request!)

notes: mean!isabela, abusive relationship/unhealthy dynamic

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The way she twists your words and behaviour is a constant source of stress. She’ll take a slight shift in your tone, or a glance to the side, or a nervous habit it and blow it up to a personal attack. She’ll attack you with a barrage of words: You can’t get a single word in. Then, she’ll insist that you make it up to her, or she’ll leave you once and all. Isabela enjoys exerting her power over you, to have you begging for her forgiveness or panicked over the prospect of being left behind. Over time, the acts necessary to make it up to her become more and more extreme. Until they are outright sadistic.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Isabela tries her best not to think about it. Thinking of the future means having to see herself continuing this farce for years to come, and she’d prefer to push that idea from her mind completely. (Then again, despite how she is the one that continues to push it, this disjointed dynamic is not exactly what she wants. But... At this point, going along with your feelings and her own and be her genuine self feels like some kind of defeat. She’s been denying you for so long.)

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

To escape Isabela, you’d have to leave the Encanto behind entirely, thread into a world you have never known. It’s the only place she refuses to follow you, and it’d be no small feat. As for her reaction to such an escape, she’d be furious. (And really, a part of her is hurting. If she is herself, then people will leave. That’s the lesson you left her with.) She won’t let people inside her room for ages, since she left it in ruins and can’t be bothered to fix it yet. Mean!Isabela can really only exist prior to the events of the movie. Once she reconciles with her family and her image of herself, she’d... Be able to move on. In fact, she’d feel horrible about the way she treated you, about how twisted her mindset had been. You both pulled out the wost in each other, and the only reason she’d want to see you again is to apologise. 

The events of the movie happening while you’re still around would have an interesting effect on Mean!Isabela though, I think :)

#cha.isabela #isabela madrigal x reader

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No because i want isabela to be so mean to meeee pleeeease

That smirk and the way she said 'go on, apologized' made me feel so much hhgngn

you. you get it. you GET IT. oh my goooood the 'go on, apologize' grabbed me by the THROAAAT. absolutely unfair. the fucking look on her face too. two types of ppl own my heart; pathetic men and mean girls. and i feel like isabela definitely has the potential <33 if u ever admit you like it i like to imagine she would play along with it for you <3 there’s a specific type of image that won’t leave me and it’s like-

isabela pinching your chin in between two fingers, nails digging just a little too uncomfortably into your flesh. pulling your face as close to hers as she can without your skin brushing against hers. oh? you want her to touch you...? well, beg. go on. ❤

#cha.isabela #isabela madrigal x reader

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omgggggg im literally im love with mean isabela. could you maybe do one where she does actually spit in the readers face? 😳😳

notes: unhealthy relationship, humiliation, not how i see canon isabela etc etc

A reward? You want a reward, for being good? Isabela doesn’t know whether to laugh or start yelling at you. In the end, she does neither. Half of her upper lip curls up, revealing teeth. You should consider yourself lucky enough with her guidance- She’s put you on the path of becoming of worthy of her. Of course you can’t appreciate that enough- Has it even come up in that empty, little head of yours that she’s helping you? 

Being around her is the ‘reward’. Talking to her, having other people think of you as friends... How greedy can you be, wanting even more? But, well, she guesses she can spare a little something… Close your eyes. If you don’t immediately do so, you’re not getting anything. Luckily for you, you’re nice and obedient. She spits right in the middle of your forehead, and with such force it splatters into multiple droplets. It’s warm, and slowly slides down your face.

Now, where’s her thank you? If you try to wipe it off, a vine has yanked your wrist away before you can get anywhere close.

#cha.isabela #cw.sadism #cw.humiliation #isabela madrigal x reader

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May I request an isabela x f!reader where isabela goes kinda yandere.

She drugs reader w/ sex pollen, brings them somewhere secret, and makes them eat her out, then she puts them back where they were before hours later and they have no memory of what happened.

It starts happening more and more often, and the pollen is having a permanent effect— over time it makes reader stupider and hornier until isabela finally kidnaps them into her room permanently and makes them her full-time slave/sex toy.

took some creative liberties with this one ^^

notes: yandere, very dubious consent, drugging, mindbreak 

^ plsss take the tags serious on this one it’s pretty messed up

Isabela hadn’t expected the pollen to have quite such an effect, but it’s better than anything she could’ve imagined. You’re dependent on them now. On her. You can only relax with your head full of pollen, drooling and dazed, constantly trying to please her. She needs to keep you tied up to prevent you from playing with yourself or trying to eat her out. You open your mouth as soon as she gets close. It’s really like having a pet, completely unable to take care of yourself or speak. Your name is the only word you recognise. Isabela has to feed and clean you, watch as you helplessly hump the floor 24/7 while producing an endless stream of slick. (Maybe she could water some of her plants with it.)

...But giving you enough pollen to keep you placated is such a chore. Isabela likes having you on the cusp of coherent thought, for you to be capable of recognising your body’s cravings instead of moving on poor instinct. For you to cry when you tell her you can’t help her, and for you to beg and plead with her to please let you cum. She knows you love her more than anyone else through this, and she adores it. No one would but her would be able to give you what you need. You wouldn’t be able to live without her. 

She’s shown you what happens when you get no more. The shivers, the fevers, the nausea- You don’t want to think anymore, do you? Isn’t this much better? She loves you so, so much.

#cw.dubcon #cw.mindbreak #cw.aphrodisiacs #cw.drugging #cha.isabela

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"oh to have mean isabela treat you like her mutt... just a stupid, useless dog 😭"

soo uhm 😳😳 are you going to write this or 😳😳

<333 notes: petplay, humiliation, choking

“Dogs don’t speak, do they?”

There’s a warning in her voice, for daring to ask her to loosen the vine around your neck. It’s thick and heavy. Isabela holds the other end of it in her hand, tugging on it when you offer no response whatsoever. Though choking you with it might be more accurate. Your eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of your head, tongue resting on your parted lips as you gasp for air. You squeeze out a whimper. To escape the sensation, you scratch your nails on the floor and move your knees back and forth. You’d have scraped them on the tiles if the entire floor of her room wasn’t covered in flowers. They’re crushed, bleeding pollen underneath you.

Isabela allows you to breathe again, and your head slumps down while you pant. She hums, out of your sight. “That’s a better look on you. I’m sorry for overestimating you... I thought you would’ve known not to use your human words.” The tone of her voice is saccharine. Her hand pets your head, perfect nails scratching at your scalp. It’s such a sudden shift it leaves you reeling. 

“You should know better than tell me what to do. What are you even good for around here, hm? You always have such an empty look in your eyes... Really, it must be easier for you to live as a pet.”

#cha.isabela #cw.petplay #cw.humiliation #cw.choking

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hiiii so sorry guys im having a classified Freak moment . . . by pushing mean!isabela and masochist reader to their most extreme :)) i REALLY don’t think she’d do this im just having a guro itch LMAO don’t read this if u think it might be upsetting to u!! 

notes: body horror, CONSENSUAL eroguro / erotic gore, plants going where they are DEFINITELY not supposed to go, very unhealthy relationship. 

isabela is right behind you. she can’t see your expression, but neither can you see hers. you’re trembling, heart palpitating in your chest, sweat warm underneath your clothes, breath stuck in your throat- all in anticipation. maybe you’d brought up this ‘experiment’ for selfish reason, but she’d agreed, hadn’t she?

the tip of a root curls around your wrist and dips into the gash already gushing blood, dipping in and widening the wound. you see it work its way further and further underneath your skin. a thin, long bump. could there be anything more romantic than being the host for your beloved’s parasite? (she could be inside your veins right now, and the thought leaves you dizzy.) it’s definitely painful though, tears dripping down your face in a neverending stream.

the roots are eagerly sucking up your blood. they grows thicker as you provide them with nutrition, until they tear through your skin. maybe your vision is going double, but you swear they’re throbbing. you moan, and she mutters something about how you could at least pretend you’re not getting off on this. you’ve been so focused on your arm, that you only now notice the flowers. the ones fed by your blood. vibrant and large and with a saccharine scent.

they’re the prettiest flowers you’ve ever seen.

isabela’s fingertips are cold against your skin as she traces them up the back of yoit neck. they leave a trail of goosebumps. she’s… she’s impressed. her voice is barely more than a whisper. she hadn’t thought your idea would have any results, but… her flowers look livelier, almost. so you are good for something. you wouldn’t mind helping prepare some of these together by the time the next special occasion arrives, would you?

#she stuffs you full of her mom’s cooking right after #cha.isabela #cw.guro

[spitdrunken]

thinking abt isabela 24/7 where she fucks u with her pretty delicate fingers. im convinced that isabela has overstimulation and/or edging kink so she wont let you come, even if you beg<3

Isabela enjoys both overstimulation and edging, whichever you get depends on her mood. Her fingers are thin but long, and they can reach much further inside you than your own. She has no problem at all taking her time, and it’ll take more than a little begging to get her to listen. The moment she’ll actually give you when you want is when you stop being able to speak entirely- Making you lose all coherency is a sign she’s done a good job. There’s nothing cuter than having you whine and sob from her fingers alone. 

#cha.isabela

[spitdrunken]

isabela wearing revealing clothes on purpose to get you flustered and thirsting - but it's not for you - it's just so she has a reason to degrade you and call you disgusting for all your drooling over her <333

ASKJFLSK this is so good?? genuinely??

Without thinking, you reach out to touch her, and she literally slaps your hand away. This doesn't mean you can get any closer to her. Isabela has to remind you where her eyes are, since your gaze keeps wandering. Can't she just show off her new outfit to you? Does it always have to be like this, can't you be a normal friend for once? Meanwhile, she's leaning over while sneering at you, showing off even more skin. You think you might die.

Isabela mentions that she'd considered wearing this to town as well, and you immediately sputter out a protest.(Though that was never a plan of hers in the first place. She's just bringing it up to see your response.) What? She raises an eyebrow. Are you jealous? Do you not want other people to see her like this? But regardless of your feelings on the subject, you can easily tell her it wouldn't be good for her reputation, and she almost looks disappointed :)

#cha.isabela #cw.humiliation

[spitdrunken]

the way i was imagining that- isabela doesn’t even realise she’s doing it, doesn’t notice it either. in her twisted way, she still cares about you, and her gift is more honest than she is.

oh my god call an ambulance please i need it

SHE DOESNT EVEN REALIZE IT??

oh lord……..i have once again fallen to the ground…….i am severely unwell /pos

i love that though! that’s an incredible detail, it really does soften the cruelty but it makes it that much more painful

this is going to live in my head forever now thank you very much

i'm a whore, but i'm a PRETENTIOUS whore <3 occasionally, i have to put little things like that in my porn fics LMAO (cuz writing long fics is sooo much effort HAHA) <333 but genuinely, this message made me very  happy to get, i really appreciate it :’)!!!! kinda made my morning!!!

excuse me for taking the opportunity to write about,, mean!isabela badly handling any possible feelings... i really like the mean!isabela x slightly obsessive reader so <3 she’s in denial so hard about it. obviously, the only reason she wants to check up on you so often is to make sure you aren’t being an embarrassment to her. when she’s getting you new clothes and fixing your hair while hisisng at you underneath her breath- it’s all just about her own repuation. isabela only lets you hang around her for her own gain. she can feel better about herself for entertaining the whims of such a pathetic thing, and she can let her emotions out! don’t tell her that all the flowers double in size when you’re together. 

(maybe you mean more to isabela, than she does to you. what she shows you isn’t her true self either, it’s worse. but it’s not a mask of perfection. around you, she’s more than flawed, and you still greet her with the same yearning for her attention. you’ve made her realise that she doesn’t have to be perfect to be loved. and yet... how you turn towards her like a flower’s head turns towards the sun, only blossoming underneath her gaze- it’s sickening. you don’t see her as a person either.) 

once she does realise she might have a ‘crush’ on you, her behaviour towards you gets worse. like a last effort to get you to shun her, a final challenge. i could see her going as far as trying to set you up with someone self to nip her feelings in the bud, but... if it actually worked out between you two, she’d be hit by a large (unexpected) bout of jealousy <3 

#cha.isabela