If You Could Interpret This Gif Into Luisa Just Getting Mega Snuggled By The Reader

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I imagine touching myself in front of a tied up Sevika.

Nsfw 18+ minors don't interact

Tw: Shibari, rope, nsfw, no reader genitals mentioned, mirror sex, Brat Sevika, Punishment sorta, Dom/sub, gn!reader

Notes: honestly I have nothing to say for myself this time, I just wanna fuck Sevika rn okay

Words: 1000+

She hated it, being so out of control. Tied up at your mercy, she hated feeling powerless. Yet it was so exciting, knowing you, the gorgeous person she dedicated everything could for, able to do whatever you pleased to her.

You thought maroon would be her color the one that tinted her signature cape. If she gave you a reason why that was "her color" she'd say "the color of blood doll." With a stupid wink like that was the funniest shit. So edgy...

Then you tried gold, and as beautiful as she looked tied up in gold, Royal blue was her color, it brought out the glistening in her scars, the ones that revealed your lovers heart even through her attempts to hide it.

You had her tied up in front of a mirror legs spread and still, no matter if she squirmed or not. You had her entire body on display and how you loved doing this to her, she had to love her body as much as you did. Her hands were tied behind her back, and black strands of hair stuck to her sweat slicked skin.

You always took your time, as much as you'd love to tease her you'd always make sure she was thoroughly fucked first. You scanned her body, as you stood behind her in perfect view of the mirror in front of the two of you.

Her shoulders leaned on your shins as she looked up at you from below, blue rope in her mouth the keep her from speaking. Because "how can she be such a dick when she's tied up like a bitch. You'd have to gag her every time, but now you know better you gag her first.

Wide grey eyes watched you from below, your fingers working so slowly messaging every thing as you decided, the way you wanted.

You could hear mumbles coming from the sub at your feet, then whines before she began struggling. You stepped on the rope that held her wrists, which stopped most of the movement she could do to get away.

Sevika grunted, her eyes watching you as you touched yourself for her, showing off, moaning her name you watched her body react in the mirror her thighs trembling. And her pussy clenching in need of your touch.

You moved from behind her to kneel in front of her on the floor. You left a quick kiss on her forehead, then let you lips trail down her scarred cheek. You could feel her chest heaving and her nostrils flaring your hands found their way to every scar you could reach you felt her perfect muscles spasm from ghosting your finger tips across such insecure spots.

Whimpers fell from her throat as your finger traced lower and lower before cupping the curve of her. Massaging her clit lightly with your palm you let your middle finger circle around her entrance a sharp gasp escaped her as she tried her best to keep herself up with her hands tied.

"I'd love to see your buddies reaction if they ever found out what a fucking slut you are Sev" you smiled licking your lips looking down at her.

She mumbled something that you recognized so clearly, coming from her mouth. Her defiant "fuck you" as if to instigate you or something.

"you're so cute, now you have to watch me cum instead"

She began to argue through the rope when you sat Infront of her began to fuck yourself right in front of her. She keeps thinking misbehaving is gonna get her what she wants. It's cute.

Boss’s Order - Sub!Sevika X Reader

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Warnings: Explicit, bondage

Words: 2.4k

Summary: As Sevika’s boss, you were in charge of giving her orders. But this time, you have a different one for her. An order that involves a lot of physical actions..

“Fuck…” Your breath hitched as you teased your inner thighs with your pen.

You were in that mood again. A feeling that you can’t ignore and the only thing to get rid of it is to release. You were lucky that your underlings had already gone home. Now there would be no interruption.

You traced the pen up to your aching heat, applying pressure directly to your clit. You shut your eyes, relishing the pleasurable feeling as you play with yourself.

Under a minute of teasing, you were already a mess. Your top was half unbuttoned, revealing your red lace bra underneath. And for your pants? Well, it’s already off. You were only left with your matching underwear, a visible wet spot could be seen.

Oh how you wish you could go home and finish your business if only there weren’t so much paperwork to do. You hissed frustratingly, pushing the pen directly to your clothed entrance. You lifted your bare leg, placing it directly onto your desk with a loud thud, trying to get into a more provocative position. As you spread your legs wider, you continued your pace on your wet-clothed cunt. Moans and whimpers filled your office as you enjoy the sensation, not aware that it could be heard from outside.

“Ma’am, we need to talk about today’s shipme-”

A familiar voice caught you off guard as your eyes flew open, focusing on the shocked henchwoman, her mouth agape from the sight of her boss playing with herself.

“We can discuss later-”

“Sevika.” You ordered, lifting your leg off of your desk as you made your way to the henchwoman, ignoring the way she was looking at your half-naked body.

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Hi, I don't know if you take request yet. I love your writings of Luisa x reader and I couldn't help but think this!! Where Grandma Alma sees how Luisa slowly falls in love with the reader just like she did with her husband, somewhat like a narration but from Alma's perspective?

I love it!

Abuela Madrigal had taken to sitting in the square, gently guiding Mirabel on what it meant to lead Encanto. Occasionally she would go on walks with her through the street. Telling her the history behind each family so Mirabel would know them as intimately as Abuela had. There was very little that went unobserved. Including Luisa’s little crush.

Abuela had seen you grab a piece of masonry that had fallen as Luisa moved a flat of bricks. You walked along with her, lone brick in hand, striking up a conversation. You had been known to Luisa before, but it was as though she saw you with new eyes. She set down the flat at it’s destination, and you handed her the brick. She said something, presumably an expression of gratitude and put it down. You waved off her thanks and took off on your way. She touch the place where your hands had brushed, blushing softly.

Days passed, and it seems you found any excuse to be around Luisa. Abuela couldn’t help but remember how Pedro did the same. Those were back in the days when she was nothing but apprentice to a midwife. He would find any excuse. ‘Señora, let me carry that bucket.’ ‘Señora those rags look heavy.’ You were far les help than Pedro was, and she smiled every time she watched Luisa hip check you out of her way.

On day as she guided Mirabel through town, telling her about the Melendez’s, she watched Luisa come around the corner, a rose in her hair, and a bright blush on her face, followed by a very self satisfied looking you. She pressed Dolores about what happened later and found that you had stolen a kiss placing the rose in her hair. She held a calm expression, but was bursting with joy inside.

Eventually you were invited to meet the entire family to declare your intentions to wed. Luisa tried to hold still and not fidget, but she couldn’t stop smiling. You looked just as enamored as always. Abuela gave you her blessing and you asked Luisa for her hand. Tears slid down Luisa’s face as she nodded, her smiled radiant. She hugged you tight, and Abuela finally granted the table a warm smile.

“This marriage will be so good for Encanto.”

We gonna get some fucking Luisa smut or what?

You know what? You right, you right. Lesbians, this one's for you ;)

"And all done!"

"Gracias, Luisa! Have a good day off tomorrow!"

Ever since the Casita had been rebuilt, the Madrigal family had been FAR more happy. Take Luisa. She got three days out of the week to do absolutely ANYTHING she wanted. And that day was tomorrow, so she was wrapping up all her chores for today. In this case, clearing out some boulders out of the river so the water could flow properly. She nodded at the men, and immediately went home. At least, that's what she'd like to say. Then the donkeys got out again. Then weeds needed plucking. Then barrels had to be carried.

Suffice to say, Luisa still had issues saying no. By the time she was ACTUALLY done, it was well into the late afternoon. She saw the disappointment on their faces the second she got home, especially from Mirabel. The second Luisa stepped in the kitchen for a drink, Mirabel piped up from the table.

"Still gotta work on our no's, huh sis?"

Luisa finished her drink before sighing.

"I just don't like saying no to people in need, doesn't. Feel right, you know?"

Augustín motioned for her to sit down at the table with them. She obeyed, appreciating the cup of coffee, and some candy she knew had been bought specifically for her.

"You've been working so hard this week, mija. Especially with new people coming in from outside the Encanto-you've been giving everyone your strength. So, we all pitched in and got you something."

Augustín, with great excitement, slid a little envelope her way. She looked it over in her hands, before carefully opening it. Two pink slips, that upon reading, ended up being tickets for some sort of spa. She raised a brow.

"A...spa?"

Her mom nodded, keeping Augustín's cup of hot coffee from accidently spilling onto his lap. Again.

"I heard it's this new, very fancy place. We think that a day of pampering could do you some good for your poor body. It was your dad's idea."

He held onto Luisa's hand, giving it a soft pat.

"Of course, you spend your days off how you want to. No one will make you."

Luisa shook her head.

"No no, I'll do it. It's just...a different gift. Trust me, I like it."

Augustín brought her hands to his lips, as sweetly as a father could.

"We just worry, Mija. You may be the strongest person in Encanto, but you're still mi bebita."

She loved her dad, really she did. And hey, who knows. Maybe it'd be just the break she needed.

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You've worked on all sorts of people in your profession. Men, women, young, old, all types. Though, moving this far out to practice your skills was definitely new. This new area, 'Encanto', had become a huge trading port, as well as a new place for all sorts of new talents and services the town had yet to have. Including your spa. You had no idea if this would be permanent, but you just knew your skills were appreciated here.

"There we go, Mr. Osvaldo. Remember, plenty of water, take it easy on the sweets."

"Sure, Sure!"

You knew he wasn't going to. But didn't matter, you'd be here for your clients at any point. You walked him back outside, and heard him talk to someone outside. You couldn't see past the closed door, but you heard mention of 'Luisa'. Whatever, not your business. You wiped your hands free of oil, before looking over at your receptionist.

"Who's next on the agenda?"

"That'd be her."

He didn't even look up from his papers as he nodded towards the door. You tried not to jump at the sight of the VERY tall woman that just walked in. She was SO much taller than you, and with muscles that big, she looked like she could beat your shit in with just her pinky. But with a pretty face like that, you just might-

"Uh. Yeah. Hi. That's me. I got one of your slip things."

She handed you a pink slip, and you recognized it immediately. You handed it to your receptionist, and motioned for her to follow you. Past the sauna, past the aromatherapy room, you kept catching her eyes wandering here and there.

"In here, if you will."

You let her into the room, shutting the door behind you both. She took a look around.

"It's. Nice in here."

"Thank you,"

You say as you put a fresh, clean sheet on the table.

"I take pride in it. Now, you can put your clothes in the bin, right at the end of the table there. Would you like me to fold them for you?"

She turned to you, looking confused.

"My...clothes?"

"Yes. You want a full body massage. I can't do that with all your clothes on."

"Oh. That's. News."

She looked so uncertain, the poor thing.

"I take it it's your first time. Don't worry, it's fine, seeing people without their clothes is nothing to me."

"I've just. You know. Never taken off my clothes in front of someone before."

"Well it's not like I'm going to see anything new, honey."

You meant it as a joke, but the slight red to her face showed she was uncomfortable. But, she seemed to not want to waste her ticket, so she did it. You wanted to tell her there was a closet, just in case she preferred that, but. Well. You caught yourself watching. She was tall, and built like a church. Head to toe in well defined muscles, and very soft, almost baby looking skin. You've seen muscles in men before, but something about these were just. Far more impressive. You watched as the upper part of her dress came off, then the skirt.

She was in her underclothes now. Cute, purple underwear, and a bra to match. She folded her clothes, before turning to you.

"Does uh. EVERYTHING need to come off?"

Muscles in her calves, big, firm biceps, a well defined core, she could kick any man's ass, but her face really gave off 'I want a hug' vibes. You shrugged as you leaned against your counter space behind you.

"You can keep those on. But I'd recommend against that, since I'll be using oils."

Luisa hesitated, before taking everything else off. She had such big, broad shoulders, with tits to match. They were large, but they didn't look too much. It was funny, how such strength looked so delicate simultaneously. You tried not to glance at her somewhat hairy crotch as she put her clothes away, especially as she tried to cover herself.

"So uh, what next?"

"Oh just lay down right here."

The table creaked a bit as she got settled in, and you hoped it didn't make her feel self conscious. You covered her butt with a towel, and you noticed that while she was still stiff, that made her look a bit more comfortable. Not by much, but you were sure she'd sink into it. You leaned a bit to catch her face in her arms, and it almost felt like she was trying to hide it. It was cute.

"I need you to put her arms down for me, honey. To your sides. There we go! Now, imma put on some music to help you. The first time is always weird, but you'll get into it."

You put on some light music, just so the room wasn't silent. You brought your little cart of things you'll need over to her. Things like hot rags, warm oil, some water, nothing crazy.

"You uh. Really don't mind seeing people without their clothes all day?"

"Not really. We're all more or less the same. Though, between you and me, your hair is definitely prettier than anyone else's who's walked in here. You do it yourself?"

You fiddled with one if the baby hairs, and you were surprised at just how SOFT it felt. She nodded.

"For the most part. Sometimes my dad does it, if he feels like it."

"Aw, a daddy's girl. How cute."

You didn't need to see her face for you to tell she was blushing a bit. You poured the warm oil onto your palms, but didn't touch her JUST yet.

"I'm just messing with you honey. Er, I'm sorry, I should be using your actual name-"

"No. I mean uh. I like Honey."

You could just eat her up. You grinned, oiled and skilled hands more than ready for such a big canvas.

"Alright, honey. I'm gonna touch you now, alright? You tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point, or of you need anything."

She gave a thumbs up, and you chuckled. You put your hands on her shoulders, just so she could get a feel for your touch. She didn't flinch, didn't kick or scream, and that was always a good sign. You gently let your hands slide down her shoulders and down her back, just to let the muscles get lightly coated in oil.

"Stuff smells nice."

"You like it? It's 'vanilla cupcake'. We sell bottles of these, as well as lotions, up front. Really helps your skin stay smooth and hydrated. Not that you need it though, your skin is GORGEOUS."

You watched her squirm a bit. She tried not to, for you to work, but you could tell you made her flushed.

"Uhm. Thanks. You compliment everyone like this?"

"Only if they deserve it. And someone should praise you, you take care of your body. Like, look at these muscles! I've had men WISH they could bulk up like you."

You got started for real dow, digging your palms into her upper arms, getting a feel of those huge muscles. So firm, so easy to touch and caress. She chuckled. You could tell compliments on her muscles were far more common.

"Now THAT I've heard before. Proud of 'em too, helps me help the town."

"I can imagine you do a lot of heavy lifting."

You let your hands run down her arms, right to her wrist, lathering it up in oil. She nodded, and you noticed she was far more relaxed, almost limp.

"Kinda yeah. Just yesterday I helped bring my neighbors donkeys back into the barn. They get out a lot."

"Oh you herded them?"

Luisa snorted.

"Nope. They're stubborn as. Well. Donkeys. I carried them."

"...like, one at a time?"

"No? All of them. Why waste time like that? It was only ten of 'em."

You let your palms dig into her shoulders, and you tried not to whistle.

"Geez honey-show me your work out routine!"

"Can give you some private work out sessions if you want. Could be fun."

Maybe you were reading too much into it. Maybe it was the fact that your oiled hands caressed her frame, fingertips brushing against her breasts. But to you, it sounded like a date.

"You offer that to all the girls?"

"Only the ones that have seen me naked."

You tried not to roar in laughter. She was funny, she was cute, a little shy. You really liked that your palms pressed deep into her shoulders. You REALLY wanted to keep touching her.

"You must be a real big hit with the ladies. Not to pry, but just HOW happy is your girlfriend?"

You meant it as a joke, only for her to lightly shake her head.

"Don't have one."

"Boyfriend?"

"Nope. I mean, I've had people ask, but nothing really permanent. So...you're kinda the ONLY one who's seen me naked. I'm sorry, that's probably like a lot of-mmph."

You pushed REALLY hard on a spot in between her giant shoulder blades, really putting your weight into it. And apparently, she needed that, given the slight crack you heard. Her body was so hard to work with, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of a response, but it was still delightful. Especially when you were rewarded with an almost limp Luisa.

"No no. Not too much. I asked, you answered. Consider me honored. You have a delightful body to work with. So soft, but FIRM. It's like it's fighting me to relax. You're fascinating."

She didn't say anything in response, probably because she wasn't used to it, from what you could tell. You let her have her silence as your hands, firm yet kind, dug into her back. It trailed lower, lower, stopping just above that towel. There wasn't any tension left in those muscles of hers, and you felt good, knowing you could get a bundle of nerves like this to calm down. You kept pushing, kept rubbing, kept lathering. Her whole body was glistening In oil now, making her look like. Well. An absolute snack. You could think these things, you were a professional. Kinda.

"Hey uh. Could you do the hands too?"

"Hmm? Oh did I forgot those? My bad, honey."

You held onto one hand, digging your thumbs into her palms. It was so soft, not a single scratch on it. She had no business, having baby smooth hands to go with such strength. You made sure her hands were properly coated in oil, just enough for your hands to glide smoothly across hers. They were so big, but you no longer saw them as weapons. They were tools, for working, for holding. You switched to her other hand, and you heard a light groan escape her lips. Her hands and her arms were apparently in much need of that contact you were giving.

"That. Feels really good. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't think I'd like this."

"Oh a lot of people tell me that. I get it, the idea is uncomfortable. A stranger's oily hands touching your body like this. But, I'm proud of you for giving me a try. You're such a strong girl."

There was a pause. You thought for a minute, you hit a nerve, when cracking her knuckles seemed to force her words out of her.

"Would you uh. Say I'm good?"

She probably meant something else. Definitely not what you were thinking. But you still massaged the back of her hand, and gave it to her.

"You're a good girl, honey."

She couldn't see her face, given where it was resting, but you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. Oh, she LIKED that. You put her hands back down to her sides, moving to her legs. They were just as strong as the rest of her, just as smooth. Your hands ran down her legs, right to the ankles. So slow, so careful, as if all this muscle would break in your grip.

"I'm gonna bend your legs a bit, tell me if anything hurts."

You took one foot, and pushed it till the ankle touched her butt. You counted to ten, before letting it go. You did the same to the other, hearing a faint groan come from her lips. You moved to her toes, doing the same thing for her hands. Rubbing, oiling, cracking. Her groans were a bit more frequent now, and you sighed in relief, not needing to use so much force to work with her. Like yarn, she was slowly starting to untangle and unravel. You finished her feet, before getting up to those glutes. They felt good, being under the mercy of your thumbs and your fingers.

"You're hot."

"W-what?"

"You're hot. Your skin is burning up. Do you need some water?"

"Oh. Uh. No, I'm. Good. Just keep going, please."

Such manners, using please. You continued, despite how her skin was quickly getting warmer.

"Let me know if this is too much, honey."

Your hands drifted up those legs further and further, pushing the towel. Not too much, just to expose her, just a bit. And you were oh so surprised to see that she was wet. Wet, and leaking a bit onto the sheet below. No one had seen her like this, touched her like this. And she wanted it, she craved for it.

"Hey uh, lady?"

"'Ma'am' works fine, honey."

"Uh. Right. Ma'am. I was gonna say if you uh. Think the towel is annoying, you can take it off. I'm comfortable."

Such a brave girl. You peeled off the towel, throwing it to the side. So full, so plump, she could smother someone with it. You let your fingertips kiss the skin, and you swore she was trying to push herself into your touch. Impatient.

"You want me to touch you here?"

"Y-yeah."

"Say it. I need to hear it. To be on the same page, of course."

She hesitated. Luisa was a good girl, she wasn't used to being so bad by saying something so lewd.

"Can you please touch me...there?"

Good enough. You poured a good amount of oil onto your hands, before letting it spill gently over her ass. You were careful, you were patient with her. You let your hands spread the warm oil around, thumbs almost digging into her cheeks as your hands softly went back and forth. Then, you placed each on on each of her cheeks, and started to rub circles into her flesh. Slow, rhythmic. It was cute, watching your now slight of touch make her squirm. Her breath was louder now, occasionally hitching, her shoulders were trying to stay still.

"Good girl, honey. Staying so still to let me work. How's it feeling?"

"Good. Yep. Good. Great. Totally not like, REALLY fucking good-i'm gonna stop now."

You chuckled. Oh she was still NERVOUS. It was like a big bad kitty being scared of a little mouse. You started to push her cheeks together, before spreading them, and doing it again and again, taunting her with the idea that you were going to touch her. You were tempted, really. It was wet, it was twitching, it was so cute looking.

But you weren't good like Luisa.

"Do me a favor, honey, get on your back."

You pulled your hand away, and although she shook a bit, she obeyed. You walked up to where her head was, looming over her. Such a nice chest, with such hard nipples. You peered down at her face, and she struggled to meet your eyes. She was nervous, and her big walls were crumbling down before you.

"It's uh. Hot in here."

It was a lame excuse for her red cheeks, but you'll take it, to save her a bit of embarrassment. You chuckled, giving her cheek a light pat. Oh even her cheeks were soft.

"Oh I understand. Now, same thing, tell me if you're uncomfortable."

You scooped up some more oil, leaning over her to start pouring it all along her frame. You tried not to giggle as she totally didn't look at your chest during this, before putting your hands on her shoulders. So big, and broad, like she was born to protect. Your hands wandered down her arms again, mainly so you could let her look at your chest. She definitely enjoyed a nice set of breasts. You couldn't falt her though, you did too.

"Hey uh. You might wanna go a little softer on these. They're uh. Sensitive."

"Oh are they, now?"

Your hands slid down to her breasts. They felt so soft in your hands, gliding your fingers across them was an absolute delight. You gave the flesh a light squeeze, and watched as her back arched. So sensitive, you couldn't stand it. Even when your oiled up fingertips just gently played with the nipples, she was struggling to keep still. Her eyes were shut now, and she was biting her bottom lip. Her oiled hands ran over her frame;past her tits, down the toned stomach, to the thighs. You kept doing this rhythmically, just making the poor thing melt underneath you.

You gave her a few close calls, your fingertips just kissing her pubic hair. And everytime, she would brace herself, and recieve nothing. You did it over and over, till the poor girl was whimpering.

"Is this sensitive too?"

You asked, right before your oiled fingers dipped between her legs, and gently slid over her soaking wet folds. She gasped, opening her eyes to look at your hand. You let her watch as your hand slid up and down, up and down, and then, she moaned. It was a moan that had been begging to be let out, begging for just a bit of a touch to let it free. Her chest was rising and falling, her lips trembled as she let out breathy exhales. You didn't do anything, aside from gently rubbing her, and yet, it looked like she wanted to cum.

But you weren't a good girl. Not like Luisa. You pulled away, and pulled both your shirt, and your top off, before swinging a leg over her, cradling her hips.

"W-whats happening-"

She got your question answered when you laid down on her, slowly running your body up and down her big, strong, oiled up frame. You stared right into her eyes during this, and just as you thought, she was getting off to it.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you, honey. Imma take good care of you. You just relax, and keep looking pretty for me."

She was so adorable when she was flustered. So adorable that she was so nervous, watching your tits slowly rub against hers. Nipple against nipple, you were too much for this poor, sensitive girl. So much so, she couldn't resist leaning forward, and kissing you. You definitely weren't expecting that, but you weren't going to say no. You weren't going to refuse such soft lips, or eager tongue. The kisses were slow, but still so loud in this normally quiet room. And so were her moans, given that you were now rubbing her folds in little circles. She pulled away in surprise, legs trying oh so hard to stay open for you.

"I w-wouldnt do that, I tend to cum like, REALLY quick a-and your fingers are in me."

She said in disbelief, as you introduced one, then two fingers into her. Next thing you knew, you were snuggled up to her, holding her face in one hand for her to recieve jaw kisses, with your other hand furiously fingering her. You were careful, but you didn't have to. Not when her mouth was open with her moans, not when her body kept squirming and wanting more and more. She was loud. Not because she was proud of it, but because it genuinely felt SO good to her.

"Oh you're gonna cum, aren't you, honey? You wanna cum on my pretty fingers?"

She nodded very quickly, taking a second to swallow.

"I wanna c-cum ma'am, please. Please please please."

Her inner walls felt SO good. You could sit here and finger her forever. But she deserved to cum. So, you added rubbing her clit to the emotions, and you cooed against her skin.

"Cum for me, like a good girl."

And that she did. You were sure everyone heard her cry out as she tightened around your fingers. You kept fingering her quickly through her orgasm, filling the room with such loud, wet sounds. When she finally finished, she went limp in your hands. She looked exhausted, sweat over her nude frame and hair quickly escaping her soft lips. You pulled your soaked fingers out of you, watching as it ran down your arm. She looked at it sheepishly.

"Sorry about the...me-"

"Open."

You made her open her mouth, before shoving your fingers inside. She took on immediately, holding your wrist in order to sweetly suck and lick all the mess away. Poor girl eye's look as if they just melted you for you. You chuckled.

"I'm VERY much looking forward to having you visit us again, and very, very soon~"

band headcanons — backstage ; sevika x reader

sevika with an electric guitar !!

she would have solos and steal the spotlight every now and then.

there's literally five other mics scattered across the stage and she still uses the same mic as you, so you're kissing singing really close

whispers dumb shit to you the crowd can't hear, running a hand across your back, tapping the top of your head when she's passing by

says its to get you flustered but she just wants your attention

will bring food backstage but she won't give it to anyone else but you LMFAOO

has a dozen polaroid pictures of you doing the most mundane things and yet she's still like, 'yeah i just tolerate them'

backstage, you and her would play cards. she would teach you, run over all the rules with newfound patience that she usually doesn't have for other people. now, it's said that you're the only one that can beat her at cards.

but she just lets you win.

apparently everyone knows about you two having a thing for each other... EXCEPT YOU TWO.

literally EVERYONE, from other band members to the AUDIENCE.

there's this time, when the sound setup was taking too long, she just beckons you over the mic and starts to teach you how to play her guitar to kill time.

mY GOD

the crowd starts sCREAMING before going silent and just fawning over you two lol

you don't even notice the audience for a while, just focus on her words, laughing and fumbling over the strings and the chords

later, you'd see what else those fingers could do

on stage, sevika has a habit of smoking cigarettes and at this point everyone just lets her get away with it.

it helps her with her nerves because it might not look like it but she actually has stage fright.

sevika playing and moving around the stage with a cigarette dangling between her lips. she'd move towards you on the mic, skilled hands strumming the guitar sprawled over her hips.

you take the cigarette from her lips and the crowd goes batshit wild.

vibe is inspired by arctic monkeys, their songs SLAP

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.

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.

so,, some luisa x reader fluff please? like reader’s staying up late reading a book or doing some other hobby and luisa does the whole “honey are you coming to bed yet?” shtick, just saying cute stuff like “the bed is cold without you” one big order of cuddly fluffy luisa please 🥺

Absolutely!

It had been months since a shipment of new puzzels had arrived in Encanto. You had already done most of the ones in your collection twice, so when a surprise shipment arrived, you had pounced on one and squirreled it away to do later that night. The rest of the day seemed to drag until, finally after dinner, you set up in an alcove and got started.

“Amor, I’m going to bed.” Luisa kissed the top of your head.

“Be there in a minute.” You promised, before immersing yourself back into the puzzle.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” Luisa asked.

“Absolutely, I’ll be up in a minute.” You were a little annoyed that she’d asked twice in ten minutes, but maybe she’d forgotten she already asked.

“Amor, the bed is cold and I miss you.” Luisa didn’t pout often, so you looked up at her a little quizzically.

“I’ll be up in a minute, darling, promise.”

“Define a minute.”

“Oh, I don’t know probably ten minutes.” You said, if only you could get that center bit.

“You’ve been doing that puzzle for four hours. Please come to bed. I sleep so much better with you there.” You looked over at Luisa sharply.

“How long did you say?”

“Four hours?”

“I am so sorry, darling, I had no idea.” You looked down at the puzzle which was over half way completed.

“Please. I know you love doing your puzzles, but can’t it wait until tomorrow night?” Luisa asked, putting her arms around you, and pressing her face against the back of your neck.

“Of course. I’m sorry.” You apologized, squeezing her arm gently. She hummed before kissing your neck and carrying you up the stairs to her room.

no because i’m actually about to gatekeep Sevika from a lot of you. 

the way you call her choker a “collar” really??? jinx wears the same damn thing but i dont see yall referring to it as a collar. having the audacity to say sevika, a Black woman, only wears it bc shes “like a dog to silco” not to mention your art portraying her as hella masculine and hulking over your white oc’s. she walks around wearing eyeshadow and lipstick, wearing a crop top. literally nothing about her is “masculine”