I Saw A Post Talking About Luisa Wearing The Strawberry Dress And I Just Had To Do It 🍓

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These scene is so cute 😍

• 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.

if you could interpret this gif into luisa just getting mega snuggled by the reader <33

Absolutely!

Pepa had, unfortunately, done quite a bit of ‘letting it go’ over the past week during some hard conversations with Abuela. The conversation’s needed to happen, no two ways about it. But being soaked after less than ten minutes outside wasn’t fun either.

You had insisted on following Luisa through her day, helping in whatever way you could with the various chores. One thing you were adept at was clearing the drains in the streets of debris like sticks and some errant pieces of clothing so that the water would drain more effectively. By the time you had gotten home the cold was starting to seep in and your body was starting to stiffen.

You insisted that Luisa get a bath first, effectively hiding how cold you were getting. She argued for a minute, but eventually let you nudge her toward the bathroom. You stood in the middle of her redecorated room. There was still the training course and the weights for her workouts, but her bed was newly covered with an abundance of pink and purple bedding. Her closet had been repainted from a grey color to purple with pink accents. You admired the amount of work it had taken to make her room better when you felt a set of lips brush your clammy face.

“Your turn.” She said, pushing you to the bathroom. You stood for a long time letting the hot water wash away the cold, or most of it anyway, before drying off and pulling on new clothes. Luisa lay back on her bed, book in hand. You smiled and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, wrapping it around yourself before resting your head on her chest.

“What are you reading?” You asked, humming softly as one of her hands started to play with your hair.

“Collection of myths from India.” Luisa said, glancing down at your face. Her brows furrowed in concern. “Are you still cold?”

“No.” You said. And then you shivered.

“No, you’re not cold, you’re freezing?” Luisa asked, a little bit of sarcasm in her tone. She shook her head and put her book to the side. She lifted you onto her chest, her arms resting on top of you. You snuggled into her warmth, sighing softly.

“Better?” She asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Mmhmm.” You said, starting to feel a little sleepy.

“D’you want me to read to you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“As you wish.” She whispered, before picking her book up and starting at the beginning.

i know heaven's a thing, i go there when you touch me (sevika, 18+)

Summary: sevika lets you touch her all over. heavy fluff, light smut, 18+ readers only please!

Word Count: 705

Pairing: sevika x gn reader

Tags: fluff, smut, touching, caressing, kissing, fluff, smut

It was a particularly relaxing summer evening that day. Sevika decided to crack open Silco’s window so the occasional warm breeze could waft through. Sometimes, if you were extra quiet, you could hear the firelights chirping in the distance.

You and Sevika were cuddled up together on Silco’s plush, velvety couch. You rested your head in her lap, your hand intertwining with hers. You were both a little bit tipsy. Sevika had a long day at work, and you dropped by to visit her. Silco had a spare bottle of whiskey that he forgot to stow away and now here you two were.

You were giggling uncontrollably, reaching up to play with Sevika’s hair. She would prevent you from doing this by grabbing your wrist, and then kissing all over your face.

“Hey, you..” you muttered drunkenly, gently stroking the side of her face.

“What is it?” she asked, returning the favor by rubbing teasing circles all over your neck.

“I wanna touch you..” you murmured softly, slurring your words every now and then.

“You already are, stupid,” she replied, gazing down upon you lovingly.

“I mean all over,” you emphasized, slowly sitting up, sliding into her lap. “Like.. everywhere.”

Sevika raised her eyebrow, a bit suspicious about what you were up to exactly.

But she would bite.

“Be my guest, then,” she said, laying back into the sofa, giving you free reign over her body.

You straddled her thighs with your own legs so you positioned yourself over her.

Carefully, you placed your hand on top of her muscled arm, running your fingertips all the way up and down her dark brown skin.

You rested it over her bulging bicep, gently squeezing it even though it was rock hard.

She smirked, thinking to herself about how adorable you looked as you explored her.

You surprised her when you lifted up her arm, giving her soft kisses all over her forearm and bicep.

“Baby.. what are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you..” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to know how much I love.. How strong you are. Both inside and out.”

Sevika didn’t hesitate to reach up and cup your face, slipping her tongue between your lips. You reciprocated immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and arching your body into hers.

You eventually paused the kissing to run your hand over the top of her mechanical shoulder. Your fingers danced over the rough, metallic surface. Her cloudy eyes never left you as you did this.

“I love this part of you too..” you said, smiling to yourself. “Even though you weren’t born with it.. It’s part of who you are now.”

She watched as you reached the side of her face with lines of purple veins. Remnants of the effects of Shimmer. You kissed over that part of her skin too.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, running your fingers through her smooth, brunette hair. “When you.. take in the Shimmer.”

“No,” she replied. “Sometimes it feels like.. Like I can do anything. Like nothing can stop me.”

You continued down her prosthetic arm, until you rested on top of her mechanical hand.

“Can you feel it when I touch this part?” you asked, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

“Only a little,” Sevika answered. “It’s very faint but..”

She reached up to tilt your chin up with her metallic finger, then proceeded to cup the side of your face.

“I can feel some things better than others..” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss you once more.

You gasped in surprise when she scooped you up from under your thighs, pushing you up against the wall as she made out with you even harder than she was before.

“S-Sevika!” you stammered, blushing as her lips trailed over your cheek and jaw to start nibbling all over the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Two can play this game, Y/N..” Sevika smirked, as she continued to leave hickeys all over your skin.

You chuckled a bit at her playful jab, simply allowing yourself to relish in the moment at this point.

One sweet, perfect moment of pure physicality and absolutely nothing else.

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 sorry to bother you, but I'm wondering if it's okay if I tag you in any Sevika content I may come across? 😊

Sure I don’t mind tag away!

The Dance

@bwall-7204 the wedding suggestion

You stood for a moment, preparing yourself for what ever was going to happen as you knocked on Tia Peppa and Tio Felix’s door. You gathered your courage rapped sharply twice.

“Come in!” Tia Peppa called.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.” Tio Felix and Tia Peppa fixed their attention on you, from where they sat on the bed. “Please teach me to lead.” You requested. The cloud above Tia Peppa’s head malfunctioned and Tio Felix looked horribly confused. “For the purposes of dancing.” You clarified quickly.

“Oh!” They said simultaneously, sharing a look for relief.

“You’ve come to the right Madrigals then.” Felix said.

“Right, for the other, you should probably talk to Abuela.” Peppa agreed.

“How much do you know?” Felix said getting to his feet.

“Uhh, nothing.” You said.

“You want to learn by the wedding, right?” Peppa asked, looking over at her husband.

“Is that too much of an ask? I understand if it is!” You said quickly, starting to back out.

“Of course not!” Felix announced, “Why do you want to lead though?”

“Wellll, I’ve noticed that when Luisa is dancing with her sisters or her cousin, she tends to lead, and I thought it would be nice if she could follow for once.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. Soft rain drops began to fall as Peppa started to cry.

“That’s so cute!” She walked over to you, taking both of your hands in hers. “Of course we’ll teach you!”

Wedding planning was starting to make everyone in Casita Madrigal a bit crazy. You had been placed on Agustin duty, ensuring that, however he helped didn’t result in serious injuries. Often, Augstin duty overlapped with mother of the bride duty as you tried to help keep Peppa from unleashing a hurricane at any minor inconvenience. Thankfully, dance lessons seemed to distract her enough that you could keep her calm, and Augstin was surprisingly helpful.

“You don’t have to tense that much. Your follow will know to hold themselves up a little bit.” He said, safely seated in a fort of pillows.

“And smile!” Peppa added. “This is supposed to be fun.” You nodded, only to get zapped with mini lightning when Peppa saw one of Tio Bruno’s rats absconding with a decoration. You really did try not to drop her, but the sharp pain in your hand had caused you to jerk away.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, helping her up.

“You’re fine, dear. I shouldn’t have shocked you.” Peppa soothed before stalking off to go get the rat.

“I’m going to go see Julietta, please don’t leave the pillow fort.” You said to Agustin. He gave a thumbs up and you walked into the kitchen, guarding your injured hand.

“Just me.” You called into the kitchen before pushing open the door.

“Angel! What happened?” Luisa’s joy turned to concern at the way you were holding your hand.

“Tia Peppa shocked me on accident.” You said.

“Let me see.” Julietta, bustled past her daughter to look at the scorch mark on your hand. She nodded slowly. “Do you have any discomfort or numbness anywhere else?”

“No.” You said, smiling a little as Luisa slipped behind you to put her arms around you.

“Here.” Julietta said, handing you an Arepa. “Let me know if that hasn’t resolved everything.”

“Yes ma’am.” You promised before eating. In an instant your hand felt good as new. “I should get back to keeping an eye on your dad.” You turned in Luisa’s arms to face her. She nodded and stole a kiss as a voice from outside called for her.

“Coming!” She gave an exasperated look skyward before leaving you.

You walked back to where you had left Augstin. He and Abuela were having a conversation which abruptly stopped as you approached.

“Inventive solution.” Abuela commented, gesturing at the pillow tower.

“Thank you.”

“It seems you have many such interesting solutions. Keeping Peppa calm with dance lessons was an excellent idea.”

“Thank you, Abuela.”

“Is there a particular reason you want to lead?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow.

“I wanted to surprise Luisa.” You said, wondering faintly if you had done something wrong. Abuela only smiled and inclined her head before walking off. You looked at Agustin.

“What was that about?” He looked like he didn’t want to answer, but couldn’t hold out under the force of your stare.

“She just worries about her grandchildren. And that maybe you learning to lead, could upset Luisa inadvertently by taking her role.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s good for her, actually, and said as much. We find the people we need in this family, someone to take care of my daughter when she forgets to care for herself is exactly the remedy needed.” You took a step forward and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You make her happy, what more could a father ask?”

Tempers began to fray even more as the wedding grew closer. Dolores became increasingly overwhelmed as her soon to be mother-in-law kept trying to insinuate herself into every detail of planning, and dance lessons with Peppa was the perfect way to keep her from cycloning the poor woman. It was a blessing when Abuela finally sat Mariano down and instructed him to distract his mother.

The day of the wedding dawned with clear skies, and you were placed on, don’t let Tio Bruno say a single word about the weather duty. You hadn’t been sure if the same trick would work on him that had worked on Tia Peppa, but it was worth a shot.

“Yeah, sure, but we should switch back and forth.” You blinked at him. “She’s probably not going to want to follow the whole time. This’ll keep you from getting stuck in one mode.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense.”

The two of you spent the majority of the morning dancing as everyone in the wedding party prepared and double and triple checked that nothing was going to go wrong. You assembled at the church, taking a seat next to Bruno toward the back.

“This reminds me of last season of my telenovella where Bernard and Anglica were to be married.” He whispered to you about the convoluted plot as the other guests filtered in. Nod along getting more and more invested with each passing moment.

Soon the groom, groomsmen, and the bridesmaids came in, Camilo, Luisa, Mirabel, all waved as they walked past. Isa, who was the maid of honor, gave a cordial nod. Antonio, was the ring bearer, and walked before the flower girl, one of Mariano’s relatives. The jaguar escorted him before circling back and walking with the frightened flower girl.

“Should have had Isabella do that.”Tio Bruno murmured, you fought back a laugh, making a mental not to ask her to for your wedding.

Dolores floated down the aisle in her mother’s wedding gown, Tio Felix an inconsolable wreck next to her. As she reached the pew where her mother sat, a torrential rain hit the church and Tia Peppa sobbed into Abuela’s shawl. The ceremony was simple, sweet, and without a dry eye in the church, even the priest she’d a few tears.

Talking Tia Peppa down enough to make going outside safe took about a half hour. And the guests picked their way out of the church, being mindful of any fallen limbs or shingles. Luisa was tasked with clearing out the worst of the debris and you scurried away to help.

“I got it.” You said, waving her away from a smaller limb.

“You should go enjoy the party.”

“I’ll enjoy it far more with you there than I will without.” You said, grabbing a couple broken shingles. Luisa gave a resigned sigh, smiling at you affectionately. On the walk back, you held hands and swung them back and forth. She grinned and twirled you. You tripped, falling against her chest.

“Sorry!” Luisa said, steadying you.

“It’s fine!” You laughed, “being close to you hasn’t ever been a problem for me.”

You made it back to the reception just in time for the first dance. You grinned as you watched the wedded couple twirling around the floor. Soon the floor opened up to all couples and you held out your hand to Luisa.

“Dance with me?” She raised an eyebrow, but placed her hand in yours to be lead onto the floor. She moved to put her hand on your waist. “No no, I asked you to dance, let me lead.” That earned another eyebrow raise.

“If you’re sure.” She conceded, a small smile on her lips. That doubting smile turned to an expression of shock which turned to full, proper smile.

“When did you learn to dance?” She asked after a particularly complex move that you managed to lead pretty well.

“I may have begged some of your family for help.” You said. She laughed when she noticed the thumbs up from Tio Felix. “I’m going to dip you.” You warned.

“If you think you can.”

“If I think I can? I’ll have you know I only dropped Tia Peppa a couple of times, and one of them wasn’t entirely my fault.” She laughed, and as the song came to an end, you went into the dip. You help that pose for a moment, both breathless and smiling when a flash of a camera surprised you both. Agustin stood with the camera, grinning, before walking away to go photograph other people. You helped her back to standing and she stole a kiss.

The next song started and she grabbed your hip.

“My turn.”

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, is a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, Could Actually Kill You

Looks Like They Could Kill You, is Actually a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like They Can Kill You, Can Actually Kill You

Y/n: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Luisa: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS

Or

Y/n: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things

Luisa: *runs in with a red face and messy hair* I'M THINGS

This is amazing 🥲

Random unorganized thoughts: Sevika and intimacy

MDNI 18+ some nsfw mostly sfw

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So it's common knowledge or agreement ig, that Sevika tried to avoid interpersonal relationships getting to know people or being with someone for a goal whether it be sex, money or Zaun. Brothels, gambling and work. But what made her like that.

So I keep thinking she kinda has eldest daughter syndrome right? Like she feels the need to carry everything herself and still seems to end up failing. Even when she blows off steam at the brothel there's always something else.

Yea she's scared of someone she loves getting hurt but she's more scared of getting herself hurt. So she kinda just snips people out.

Now I keep imagining her when she realizes that she just can't cut her s/o out of her life. That ghosting them, being the reason they cry hurts her way more than they could hurt her.

I also keep thinking about that one nonsexual intimacy thing and how everyone's in agreement she's a threat, she's scary, shes a weapon, she's hot, she's big she goes to the brothel. Imagine what slight face touches would do to her, kissing her scars, giving her little gifts, playing with her hair, back rubs.

That poor women probably has been objectified by most people one way or the other, but seems to push anyone with interest that she can away.

You go to lay down with her and her first words are "not tonight baby I'm tired" and her melting when you lay with her and pull her into your chest.

Whenever you guys cuddle she so tense, when you trace the back of your finger across her face she just stares at you, you'd probably think she didn't like it and when you pull away she says "don't stop" but she sounded a bit harsh but inside her hearts beating so fast.

Imagining her laying her head in your lap to listen to you talk, and you start to play with her hair and she just sighs. It's feels good.

Taking showers with her and in the least sexual way just cleaning each other, her pulling you into the kitchen to dance, pulling you onto her lap to shove her face in the crook of your neck, the way she glides her lips across your skin you your arms, leaving faint traces of black lipstick across your body.

The kind of intimacy that it feels so good it makes your heart ache, your head go dizzy and tears fall.