Isabela Talking To Mirabel And The Cousins About Luisa: It's Not JUST That We Have To Arrange Forty Stuffed

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

Don’t Do That Again

“Darling!” You called walking down the path to where Luisa was gather the burros, again.

“Over here!” She called back, picking up another one from where it had been grazing. You rounded the corner and sat down on a nearby rock.

“I had a hypothetical I wanted to run by you.”

“Alright.” She said turning around to face you.

“You know that thing you do where you kick the burro and if flips onto the top of the stack?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could do it with someone on its back?” Luisa looked at you like you were crazy.

“Of course I could why would you- Ah ha, no. No, we are not going to take that kind of risk. Nope nope, not gonna happen.”

“Oh come on!” You teased. “I trust you.”

“What if the landing goes wrong and you get squished? Or you fall off and I can’t catch you?” Luisa argued, already looking super stressed. Well, this wasn’t going to plan.

“Alright, I’m sorry, forget I asked.” You said. “Can I walk with you?” Luisa took a breath.

“Yeah of course.”

The walk was mostly silent, with Luisa looking super tense the entire time as she put the burros away. She went to putting the fence back together without a word.

“I really didn’t mean to upset you.” No answer. “Do you need me to leave?”

“No!” Luisa dropped a plank on her foot, earning a sharp gasp from you.

“Are you alright?” She kicked it into her hand and gave you an amused smile. “Oh right, I forgot.”

“You’re the only person who forgets.” She laughed.

“Yeah. Sorry.” She put the plank back in place and walked over pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s cute.” Luisa moved you so you were standing on her foot. “Let go.” She whispered. You raised an eyebrow and did as you were told.

You only managed to scream once you were air-born and coming back to earth. You landed hard in Luisa’s arms. She looked super confused at your very unsettled expression.

“I thought you wanted me to-“

“No!” You panted “that was supposed to be an amusing hypothetical because you seemed stressed! I don’t like heights!”

“I am so sorry.” Luisa said, trying not to laugh. “When you said that you trusted me, I thought.”

“I do, I also didn’t realize I was volunteering to be tossed like a Burro!”

“You’re a cute burro.” You groaned and dropped your head to her chest dramatically. “I love you.”

“I love you too, please don’t do that again.”

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.

Midnight Meeting

Luisa x Reader, a little nsfw so stay away children

Quick thing, the incident at dinner mentioned in this isn’t linked to Isabela proposal, this takes place the year before the movie.

It was the middle of the night and you were sitting ‘patiently’ in the woods swirling your glass, you watched as the red wine spun against the smooth wall before gulping it down. Looking around one last time you huffed and hesitantly placed the empty glass back into your basket ready to leave but stopped as you heard the crunching of leaves and grass.

There in the distance you saw an all too familiar figure approaching you, “cachorro?” your desired individual came out through the foliage, there she stood, the strongest Madrigal wearing a sweet dopey smile and a beautifully soft pink dress that showed off her legs and her cleavage, “there you are mi tesoro, I thought you forgot about me?” holding your hand out to her she grabbed it and allowed you to pull her down next to you, “never, I love you too much for that,” reaching up you rested your hand against her cheek with your thumb petting her soft skin, leaning into your touch she begin kissing the palm of your hand with an apologetic look, “but I am sorry, Camilo was trying to follow me, I think my family is getting suspicious,” whining you buried your head into her chest and reached behind her, gripping onto the back of her dress.

You loved her family and were dying to meet them as Luisa’s girlfriend but that was the problem, you, a woman, were in a romantic relationship with another woman, and with the inability to judge Alma’s her opinion the two of you kept your relationship a secret.

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i’m not dead, just deteriorating

please have this gay shit

Sevika x Artist!Fem!Reader

this shit is so soft, it was supposed to be smut but i love the way it ended

sum: a gradual realization of love

an: this shit is not proofread

wc: 800 (im slacking, sorry guys 😓)

warnings: One smoke of ouid, slightly ooc sev, this takes place when jinx is like,, 13, sevika hates herself, jinx is sad, intense imagery, (is that a warning?)

“So this is my place.” You hummed softly, flipping a switch that made the room buzz with yellow and dying light. The apartment was small, more of a nook really. Cluttered with canvas and towels, one wall was swallowed by a bookshelf, its wood bulging under the weight of chewed up books; The adjacent was a mosaic of frames, each holding their own small world. Some parts were bare, the wall a pale preservation of the once topaz painted brick, now only a skimpy eye-sore begging to be concealed. ”Please ignore the mess,” your hands busied themselves with clearing the kitchenette counter of paints and brushes left to dry. “I swear I cleaned the place last week.”

Sevika stood astonished, never in her life had she felt so small; But now, engulfed in everything you are, she was weak.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smirked, “I think it’s beautiful.”

Sevika often found herself back in your home. It was a breath of fresh air compared to her own barron hammock. She’d found herself there, not only in her visits, but also in her mind. She found herself longing for the scent of your incense, the beat of your brush, the burn of your body. Angry at night when the rough cotton of her blankets could never compare to the itch of your hair and the weight of your limp arms. Always feeling out her skin, and loving her the way an empty cot never could. Angry that she could never amount to your love. She slept angry until your soul reached her on the clouds of her dreams, whispering sweet nothings into her ears miles above the hell you both burned in. But it was never you that woke her.

“You’re acting stupid.” Jinx giggled, coloring sloppy lines across the words of her schoolbook. She was laying on the floor, kicking her bootless feet too and fro to the beat of Sevika’s growl.

“Shut up, do your work.” Sevika turned back to her arm, only to find a screw gone from her workstation.

“Is it a boy?” The girl was standing now, holding out a chalked up hand and one bronze screw. Sevika only met her eyes and scoffed before snatching it out of Jinx's palm. “Its a girl!” Another nasty, deserved look. Jinx’s eyes grew and her snaggle teeth flashed, “You’re just like my sister! One time, she snuck a girl into our room and when Va-“ her face dropped, but she recovered. “Well she got into a lot of trouble.” that made Sevika smile, a soft chuckle tumbling past her lips.

Sevika never took you to The Last Drop, or The Gardens. When she took you places, it was never public, it was serene and honest. She loved the way your skin glowed under neon lights, the way your eyes reflected the stars. She swore one day, she was going to make sure you never lost sight of the stars, whether she was there beside you or not.

“I’m gonna make you a new arm one day.” you spoke in breaths, shifting closer against her body. “One so beautiful and reflective of who you are you will never be scared to love yourself.” You were spewing bullshit, syrup slipping off your tounge, so why did she believe you? why were those the exact words she needed to hear, and why did you know how to say them? When would she wake up not scared to hear your poetry?

“You’re not a mechanic, hun.” she huffed, wasting the pull she just took off a blunt, before handing it to you.

“I know,” you sounded ashamed, as if your talents weren’t advanced enough, “But i’ve met a few around The Picket, one man specializes in weaponry prosthetics-“

“Andy, I’ve met him.”

“Yes! isn't he amazing? And there’s a young boy there too sometimes, he sells trinkets, but he's very skilled, odd though.” you reached to your satchel, “Last time I spoke to him, he was working on a new metal, isn’t that fascinating? He claims it's bullet proof.” You pull out a chunk of dirty metal, barely the size of your palm, and present it to her. It was matte and dark grey, but light and firm. “That’s not its natural color. I, well, I asked if we could dye it to match your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She didn’t exactly respond with coy, like she usually would, her lips did not curl, nor did her eyes squint, she looked upon you filled with nothing but awe.

“People don’t love them enough.” You stated as if it was normal.

And the stars were covered, replaced by the white fire of Sevika’s lips on yours, the comforting black of your eyelids.

“I only need you.” she choked back tears, “I’ve only ever needed you.”

• Taking Care of Injured Sevika •

It's like pulling teeth.

Sevika is kind of an asshole whenever she's wounded, to be honest.

Like, you're not just fighting her stubbornness here, you're also battling her ego, too.

She will downplay any injury she obtains even if it's her literal metal prosthetic torn straight off.

Even if said prosthetic is just a hunk of steel scrap on the ground now and her stub is oozing pink Shimmer everywhere.

Sevika's first instinct will be to practically throw you off of her when you rush to her aid.

She will be gruff, crude and absolutely boorish.

She will tell you that she is fine and to stop being so damn dramatic.

She will bark at you to fetch her a strong drink while she collapses down onto your shared apartments couch and lights up a cigarette.

To say Sevika is an unruly patient is an egregious understatement.

Plus, the woman is built like a brick wall so it's not like you can force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, even if it's for her own benefit.

At times it seems like she'd much rather bleed out and die than let you tend to her.

The only time Sevika even half listens to you is through bribery.

If you offer something she wants than maybe, maybe she will spend the day in bed resting or actually let you change her bandages or take the medicine you prescribe her.

There are only two sure fire ways to motivate her into doing what you say.

You either tell her that you will give her a nice, rare vintage bottle of alcohol or that you'll let her do anything she wants to you in the bedroom once she recovers.

Summed up nicely, Sevika's passions are fighting, which is why she's injured in the first place, a nice bottle of aged whiskey or scotch and you naked in bed.

It's not like you mind spending money on a nice vintage for your girlfriend and you mind even less being completely at the sexy, buff lady's mercy but still...

The fact that you have to resort to buying her off in some way just to get her to heal properly is ridiculous.

Whenever you try to disinfect a flesh wound she hisses from the sting and makes it seem like a personal attack to her.

The gray eyed glare she fixes you is murderous to say the least and it's a good thing she can't kill with just a look, otherwise you'd be dead.

And, don't even get me started on how grumpy Sevika is in the days that follow.

When she has visible bandages wrapped around her like a mummy, when her damaged metal prosthetic is in a sling, waiting for a mechanic to come and fix it. (It being too wrecked for her to make her own repairs)

You've theorized that Sevika's aversion to being seen injured has to do with her ego as well and that she doesn't want others, especially Silco and his underlings to see her as "weak".

She has a reputation to maintain after all as being the scariest lady in the Undercity.

So when she does get hurt she feels like her whole position may be threatened and the bruise to her self esteem is way worse than whatever bodily injury she did receive.

Never mind the fact that 9 out of 10 times it's her opponent who she fought that has to spend months in the hospital recovering from the damage she caused.

You try to be gentle and understanding of her pride since you know how challenging it can be maintaining her "not to be messed with", dangerous infamy.

The Undercity is a dog eat dog world after all, especially when working for Silco.

You have to conjure up the patience of a saint whenever she's injured.

You have to be on your best behavior because these are sensitive times and she tends to snap and growl.

You will have to stand your ground as well despite being a mere mouse up against a lion.

But seriously, "If she doesn't allow for the cut to be properly cleaned it will get infected!"

Rationally you know that your girlfriend would never hurt you but it is no trifling matter having to assert yourself against the beautiful giant.

When Sevika is in pain and injured her temperance becomes akin to a bear just awoken from hibernation.

Once you knocked a carafe of booze right out of her hand when she had been adamantly refusing to let you attend to her for going on hours.

Her blood was everywhere around your shared apartment and she needed to be properly cleaned.

As the alcohol splashed across the whole room and shattered glass made it's own mosaic onto the floor the look the enforcer of Zaun had given you made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

Though despite her bone chilling glare it was quickly replaced with a smug, almost proud smirk.

That night only resulted in her yanking you towards her by the flesh of your hips and having her way with you.

It is very challenging to get Sevika to focus on the task at hand, which is tending to the wounds and allowing for them to heal.

She just wants to smoke, drink and have you beneath her.

Though despite her thorny, brutish behavior when hurt she does deep down feel gratitude towards you.

And, it's certainly no turn off for her having you as her nurse.

Sevika just isn't used to someone caring for her and actually wanting to take care of her, okay.

The reason she's such a bitch to you is because you're making her feel all soft and warm inside and she hates it.

Like, no, stop fussing over her and making her feel loved.

But, also don't stop and she secretly appreciates you so much.

Sevika knows she is difficult and chances are she will always be difficult but subtly she does show you how much she loves you.

She is not one to do anything she doesn't want to do, so if she actually hated you taking care of her, you'd be thrown straight through a window.

And, though she argues against your ministrations to the enth degree it's just a small way of maintaining her pride.

In truth Sevika knows what sorry state she'd be in without you to care for her.

And, even more does she know how broken her heart would be if she didn't have your love.

hand holding. face holding. cuddling. kissing. light finger tracing. forehead kisses. hand kisses. neck kisses. massages. hugs. skin touching. body warmth. physical affection.

hey!! i’m so sorry i can’t rember if i’ve asked this or not but if i did, please ignore this lol

a luisa x reader included luisa playing with readers hair and her getting sleepy/ luisa just being a simp for her lmao thank you :)))

Sleeping simping, in my tumblr. More likely than you might think.

You stretched as you woke up, careful to not disrupt the person next to you. Luisa was still asleep, her breathing against your ear, and an arm draped over your waist. You laughed a little to yourself. Definitely weren’t getting up now. You snuggled back in to go back to sleep when-

CRACK CRASH BOOM!!!

The noise came from Tia Pepa’s room. Luisa bolted awake, tightening her grip to pull you up under her for safety.

“Stupidstuff.” She mumbled, after checking the coast was clear. “Oh hi.” She said, her words still carrying that not quite awake slur to them as she looked down at you.

“Good morning.” You said, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

“Goo mornin’.” She mumbled, kissing the palm of your hand. She flopped down on the other side of you, propping herself up on an elbow. She looked at you for a long moment.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, stretching again.

“Well, you see, this morning I woke up to an angel in my bed, and now I’m tryin to figure out what I did to earn this.” She teased, a little more awake now.

“Oh stop!” You laughed, feeling your face get warm.

“I might be able to if you didn’t get cuter every time I turn around.” You rolled to face her.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.”

“Not by half, bonita.” She moved forward brushing a kiss to your lips before laying back down. She pulled you in a little closer. An arm resting along your back while the other went under your head.she smiled softly, her eyelids looking heavy.

“Stay with me forever?” She asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course.” You agreed, starting to feel a little sleepy yourself.

“Good.”

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.