I Just Want A Buff Latina To Cuddle Me. Is That Too Much To Ask?

Artemis: i love girls

Athena: like in a feminist way or in a gay way?

Artemis: yes.

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”

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.

Luisa loves you! ❤️

Okay say this with me:

👏🏼 Luisa 👏🏼 loves 👏🏼 being 👏🏼 little 👏🏼 spoon 👏🏼

She loves being held close and loves the feeling of a pair of arms wrapped safely around her. She wouldn't admit it to you any time soon, though.

Luisa Madrigal headcanons

I love her sm

•when she's really excited her hugs have more force than usual, not enough to cause pain but enough to feel pressure

•she loves tiny animals

•best hugger and cuddler

•if her s/o is too short to reach something she picks them up

•when cuddling she loves to hear her s/o's heartbeat

•loves her hair being played with

•she's just a super loving person in general

•she's the type of person to try to play a prank but fail bc she ends up laughing

Tipsy

You had never drank wine with dinner. Your mother had never permitted it, and you weren’t sure it was a good idea. One evening as Mirabel was filling the cups you accepted a partially full glass. You winced slightly at the taste, earning a small laugh from Luisa, but you weren’t going to back down. After a couple sips, you adjusted to the flavor and found it almost pleasing. The burning in your face though was definitely unexpected.

Camilo looked at you from across the table. He raised an eyebrow. And the giggles started. You covered your mouth with your hand, avoiding the looks from the rest of the family.

“Lightweight?” Luisa said, inspecting the wine glass with slightly less than a third of its volume gone. You giggled harder. Then another person started laughing.

Antonio couldn’t hold in his amusement and started giggling too, which immediately made the situation worse. You were laughing so hard your breath came in big, very separate gasps as you slumped against Luisa. No sound actually came from your mouth between gasps, just silent shaking laughter.

“Dear, do you need to go lay down?” Julietta asked, trying to mask the amusement in her tone. You shook your head.

“You sure?” Luisa asked, you shook your head again.

“Alright, I’m going to take giggles here to go sober up.” She announced, picking you up.

“Go on.” Abuella said, excusing you both.

On the way up the stairs, you’d stopped giggling, and got a smart idea. You leaned over and began to kiss her neck. Just soft little pecks along the soft skin.

“Stoooop!” She protested quietly, “you’re distracting me.”

“Good.” You said, sitting up a little and paying attention to her jaw. She hesitated on the landing before taking you to her room. You took in the sharp angels the relatively unwelcoming architecture of the room as you were laid on the bed. You had to admit that the softness under you was a bit of a surprise given the surroundings. Luisa tucked you in gently, and laid down next to you on top of the blanket.

“You’re so pretty.” You mumbled, stroking along the sharp cheekbone. She blushed and ducked her head. “Im sorry you’re missing dinner.” You added, blinking slowly as sleep began to over take you.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure mama has our plates off to the side to heat back up later.” She assured, petting your hair. She placed kisses from your forehead to your lips. “Go to sleep.” You nodded and didn’t realize you had complied until the next morning when you awoke nestled under her arm, her steady breathing sounding in your ear.

SEVIKA in ARCANE episode 2 “Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved”

Just braiding Luisa’s hair sleepily 😌😌💕

I normally wouldn’t do a duplicate, but I need this, so let’s go.

Luisa flopped down on the bed, head and shoulders coming to rest in your lap as you read.

“Mi Vida?” You asked, peering over the top of your book. Her hair was a mess with twigs poking out, some of which were sticking in your leg.

“Amor.” She replied, eyes closed, a single eyelid twitching.

“I take it your mamá and Tia are still going at it?” You asked, petting her forehead, putting your book to the side. Luisa groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind, but the gathering donkeys in a hurricane is getting taxing as hell. Not to mention I’m the only person who can be out in the wind. And all of the town elders need help with gathering water, and getting supplies, and..ugh!”

“You brought a little bit of the storm home.” You said gently pulling on a twig. She sighed and went to sit up, only to feel your hands applying pressure to her shoulders. You placed a couple gentle kisses on her neck. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered in her ear. She looked over at your face and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She said softly. You pulled loose her hair ribbon, gently, and began the painstaking process of unraveling the twigs from her curls.

“So what started this little spat? I haven’t heard the particulars.” You admitted, unwrapping a lock of hair from two of the twigs.

“It’s so stupid!” She gestured aggressively at the ceiling. “It’s all over that damn wedding cake.”

“The one for Dolores?” You asked, successfully pulling loose a twig. You kissed her hairline and set to work on the second.

“Yes! Mamá said that she should probably do it since she’s had the most practice cooking, but Tia Pepa said that she aught to because she’s the mother of the bride.” You moved your hands as Luisa moved her head, carefully not to pull.

“Sooo, working together didn’t come up as an option?” You laid another twig to the side.

“By the time Tio Bruno suggested it, they were already mad at each other. No, Tia though mamá meant that she couldn’t cook, and mamá thought she was saying that she wasn’t good enough to make Dolores’s cake.” The last twig came free.

“What does Dolores think?” Heavy sigh from Luisa.

“She’s just hopping that it will all blow over.”

“Meanwhile, you get to clean up the mess.” You supplied, massaging her scalp gently.

“It’s not that bad, Mi Vida.” She argued, you picked up her arm, gesturing at a bruise just above her wrist.

“You don’t bruise easy angel.” Your tone was level, but there was a glint in your eyes. She looked into your eyes, pulling her arm from your hand and running her fingers over your cheekbones.

“They’re starting to calm down, probably tomorrow it’ll barely be a drizzle.” She soothed. You didn’t respond to that directly, put you did grab the hair brush from the bedside table and start smoothing it over her hair.

“It had better be.” You finally said. “I don’t want to pick a fight with them, but I will if they don’t get their acts together.” Luisa smiled.

“I love it when you’re feisty.” Her hand went to the back of your neck, guiding you down into a kiss.

“And I adore you.” You straighten slightly, finishing the brushing, and parting her hair down the middle. Starting on the right, you began to braid from the edger of her hairline to the tips of her hair, humming as you went. You tied it off with a smaller ribbon and let it sit for a moment. “Too tight?”

“No, feels good.” She murmured, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

“Good.” You said simply before staring on the other side. As you tied that braid off, you whispered her name. There was no response, and you smiled, gently lifting her off of you so you could stretch out next to her. She rolled in her sleep, sensing you next to her, putting an arm around your back, snuggling you close.

“Oh I am so picking a fight tomorrow.” You murmured decisively as you dozed off.

strawberry picking date 🍓💖

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