Head Injury

I just loved your headcanons for the girls, can we have some for Luisa now, pretty please? 🥺

| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — headcanons.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — luisa madrigal x gn!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — angsty content, fluffy content, nsfw content.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — n/a.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — WHEW i was literally pondering over doing this one so thank you so much for your request! please enjoy!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — nsfw and sfw headcanons revolving around luisa madrigal and what being her s/o would be like.

SFW ✧･ﾟ—

• the only pet name she calls you—the only name really—would be “cariño”

• the only time she really uses your actual name is when she’s upset with you.

• you simply call her “querida” or “lulu”. (she pretends to be embarrassed by the second little nickname when she actually really loves it.)

• is constantly trying to show off to you. a little relaxing walk through the forest and she shows you how easily she can tear a tree out of the ground.

• glows with your praise and adores impressing you.

• a big romantic due to her love for romances in all fiction.

• not a single day goes by where she doesn’t give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. don’t even try to explain how it’s a lot of flowers she will simply continue to give them to you.

• loves carrying you everywhere and anywhere she can any chance you give her.

• the one time you saw her with her hair down you complimented it with a big smile. ever since that day she did her best to wear her hair down around you all the time.

• whenever she’s feeling weak or upset emotionally she tries to push you away, feeling the need to hold the burden herself.

• sometimes she’ll let you in but other rare times she’ll snap at you. ):

• those rare times when she does snap at you, she will do the most extravagant and big gesture of apology. (she once carved you into a stone slab with her bare hands.)

• writes you love poems every once in a while, always signing with a kiss mark.

• she’s a jealous person. but not an angry or passive-aggressive jealous but a sad and upset jealous. mopey jealous.

• communication will always be a rough spot for the two of you, luisa struggling to express herself without feeling like a burden.

• the first week of dating you she went and had an engagement ring made for you.

• was the first to say “i love you” during a drunken spiel where she also made the first move.

• whenever you’re upset she tosses you into the air and spins you around, always earning a laugh of excitement from you.

• luisa isn’t sure she’s ever felt anything hurt more than seeing you feeling anything negative.

• her love language is words of affirmation.

• luisa’s favorite touch of yours is hand holding. she always does the little swaying thing with your hands when they’re interlaced.

• no matter how much you reassure her, the constant overwhelming fear of accidentally hurting you will forever weigh down her heart.

NSFW ✧･ﾟ—

• praisepraisepraisepraise. luisa madrigal loves praise.

• her favorite part of you are your lips.

• her sex drive is higher than normal.

• luisa absolutely loves giving you oral.

• pull on her hair and she will be a melting puddle of pure bliss.

• the same goes for scratching her.

• she isn’t a fan of leaving any sort of marks on you, even love bites or hickeys.

• however she does love when you leave marks on her. bite her, scratch her, suck—she loves it all.

• no set role during sex, both of you more or less just go with whatever you’re both feeling.

• she loves overstimulating you. the only time she’s ever really “mean” or “hard” is when she’s mocking you or teasing you over your whines and pleads.

• her face gets red insanely easily when you manage to even drop a drip of lust into her heart.

• she’s very vocal during sex, not in a loud way but in a frequent way. long moans, heavy breathing, pleads, begs.

• afabs—grinding on her thigh is a must.

• amabs—edging until you’re throbbing and twitching for release.

• completely shaven down there but the rest of her body has wispy peach fuzz.

• will make sure you’re satisfied before her, then she’ll have her fun.

• is very gentle when handling you, but she absolutely loves being as close to your bare skin as she can.

• aftercare, so much aftercare even with the most soft and vanilla sex ever.

• crying kink.

• likes to have sex in front of mirrors, she loves making you watch whatever is happening between the two of you.

• teases you in a joking manner after sex. mimicking your moans, faces, etc. until you’re hot-faced and crying of laughter.

• falls asleep after assuring you’re all settled, little spoon to your big spoon.

Uh oh!

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.

Did the red peony bloom? No! …Maybe?

TURNING RED (2022) dir. Domee Shi

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 Here (Luisa Madrigal x Reader)

Summary: Even when her whole world falls apart, there you are. 

A/N: I’m very gay for her and I figured she deserved a hug. So there. 

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

Art credit @redlover411

18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As if you weren’t already distracting.

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.

Picture problems

@bwall-7204 the photo suggestions

You lounged on the grass, only opening your eyes after the camera flash had gone off.

“Amor, surely there are more interesting things than me to photograph.” You protested lightly.

“I photograph other things.” Luisa said, putting the camera off to the side.

“Name one.” You challenged playfully.

“Antonio.” She said after thinking for a moment.

“Good choice. He is adorable.” You approved, gesturing for her to come closer. She cuddled in, burying her nose in your hair, her arms wrapped around your torso. You stayed like that for hours until you had to go home.

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Luisa had a brilliant idea the next morning, and rushed through her chores so she could get home. Once there she grabbed every photo of you that had been stacked up in a neat little pile and started sticking them to the walls. Some went directly above her bed, others along the walls, over her mirror. She was sticking the last on, congratulating herself on her idea when a certain cousin opened the door.

“Hey Luisa, I…” he looked around, taking in all of the pictures on the walls. Slowly a mischievous grin spread across his face. “You Simp. ABUELA!!!” And with that he dashed out the door.

“NO! GET BACK HERE!” Luisa yelled, running after him. They ran into the dining room, going back and forth around the table.

“What is all of this commotion?” Abuela demanded.

“Don’t you dare” and “Luisa has y/n’s pictures all over her room.” Came out in the same breath. Abuela raised a single eyebrow and walked out. Luisa’s momentary panic gave Camilo enough time to dive out a window and sprint off toward the village. Luisa recovered and ran from the house, hot on his trail. She caught him right in front of your house, putting him in a headlock.

“Luisa! What in heaven’s name is going on?” You asked, causing her to jump.

“Nothing!” She said.

“Shkhacyorpicursihekroomk.” Camilo said.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all. Just a friendly game of tag. Well gotta be going, I think I hear Abuela, have a good night.” Luisa answered and hurried back up the hill. As she went you heard vague threats involving hanging from his toes, and thumb screws.

I felt sick yesterday again, so I mostly spent it sleeping, but now it's nearly 2:30 a.m. I can't sleep, and I wanna draw.

I got this suggestion from @lafamilia-madrigal , but there's no way I have enough braincells to draw a full scene. My head still hurts

Should probably draw someone else, but I can't help it.

[-Also I finally found a place that does piercings with anesthesia but it's kinds expensive :( - ] [ Check out my redbubble so I can actually get them done]

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