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

some fluff/comfort sevika with fem reader would be <33 absolutely amazing

☆ Sevika wasnt one to be soft with other but here she was, you in her arms, laying in her bed.

☆ She was running her human hand up and down your back while putting her forehead to yours.

☆ You both were silent other than the soft breathing from the both of you.

☆ It seemed as if the under city had went silent but it was just you two toning out the noise.

☆ She would never bring this up but she loved when you were running tour fingers through her hair.

☆ You had taken out her half ponytail and were massaging her scalp, you loved her with her hair down.

☆ She looked so soft right now, eyes looking back at each other.

☆ Sevika always kept her metal hand away from you, scared to hurt you.

☆ But if you ever lifted it up and kissed it like she could even feel it, she would melt.

☆ You were the only person Sevika trusted herself to let her guard down with.

☆ One hand massaging her scalp and the other tracing over her blue scars, she was insecure about them.

☆ You found them as a perfect imperfection, even her scars from fighting.

☆Some shes still embarrassed to tell you the stories behind them.

☆ Sevika trusted you so much that she let you be big spoon some nights, just needing you to hold onto her.

☆ Right now you were both just holding each other, limbs entangled in each others.

no one else mattered

that damned smile

BUT FOR REAL THOUGH LOOK AT HER ADORABLE SMUG LIL FACE SHE IS JUST SO PLEASED WITH HERSELF HUH ADSJLDSAJKLADSJK

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.

• 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.

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- add lesbians

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sevika hcs is so cute 

One sided love with Arcane women

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Gn!reader, angst, some violence(?), unhinged stuff just like the rest of us.

*Asks for suggestions to help with writer's block, proceeds to get even more writer's block.*

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Caitlyn:

She's always had a little crush on you.

How couldn't she? You were amazing, fantastic in every possible way. You were wonderful. Brighter than the streets of Piltover during the summer, grander than the galas and parties she had grown accustomed to.

It was a steady buildup over the years. A classical dance around the lines of platonic hugs and lingering touches. Sneaking out of parties and running down the cold streets of the topside with ruined clothes and only the lights for guidance.

She thought that having you close by would be enough.

It wasn't enough.

It was as if that feeling of want grew the longer she looked into your eyes, the tighter she hugged goodbye.

Soon enough, she lies on her bed wishing that it was you beside her and not the pillow she's clung to.

She told you in an alleyway, the moon baring witness. She couldn't see your face very well but the tone of your voice and the way you edged away from her was enough to answer her fears.

It was a bittersweet moment for you both, but Caitlyn would smile in the way she always does during parties and social events, "Hey, it's alright."

Funny how she opts to comfort you when she was the one within the bounds of breaking down.

Mel:

It was all professional at first. You worked for her, she told you what to do, you came to her once you did it.

To say that what she felt was sudden would be an understatement. She has spent so long rationalizing her own emotions that she had grown unaware of what was truly growing within her chest.

You're just someone who works for her, turned into, you're an acquaintance. Then she happened to see you more. It must have been your schedules matching up. Acquaintance turned into friend, friend...turned into something more than that but less than what she wished it would be.

Perhaps, telling you during a Hextech gathering was not the best idea. And here she was thinking that she was so smart.

Prying eyes watched as the two of you conversed like vultures pinning the weak.

They sunk their talons into her back the moment you walked away.

Jinx:

She really enjoys your company.

She really really enjoys your company.

Running around the streets of the undercity was always an adventure. Running around with you was like riding a rollercoaster, but instead of seatbelts, you're holding on to the cart for dear life.

She'll have you come down to her area. Have you watch her work on her trinkets and gimmicks and whatever she was interested in showing you. If you aren't into her kind of hobby, she'll find something else to talk about.

Talking to you was amazing. You don't cut her off, you don't jump back when she makes a grab at you and...you don't ask stupid questions. It's great.

She tells you about her life, you ask her questions that spur her on. It'll be like that for hours. Just you. Just her.

Just you and her together.

Boundaries were...certainly crossed. Even after she was told that you didn't reciprocate, she threw a little tantrum, huffed away like a little child, but she would always come right back.

It was a test. A test of seeing how much you were willing to put up with until you finally left her.

The same way everybody does.

Vi:

Stillwater was...an experience. Years of lost time that she could never get back.

Meeting you was one of the best things that could have happened to her. You didn't care that she was a criminal, you didn't care that she blamed herself for what happened in the past, the present or even the future.

Her time in stillwater had taken its toll on her. A child that was haunted by her past and had only the markings on the walls to count her days, thrown into a pit of sadistic guardsmen and bumbling hooligans. But none of that mattered to you.

To you, she was human. Nothing more, nothing less.

You helped her in ways she's always wanted someone to, in ways she never even knew you could. A loyalty strong enough to rival those topsiders and their privelege was formed between you.

Loyalty. Is what Vi would have called it. Loyalty in a form that included drunken cuddles and late night discussions about everything and anything. Loyalty that skipped over the bounds of another similar word Vi was too scared to say.

When she does. Loyalty soon turns into regret. Regret turns into fear. Fear sparks the embers that light the fire of anger.

The walls build up, but not as fast as the sinkhole that crumbles beneath it. It hurts. Raw and unfiltered like the same concrete steps that they took to her cell. Screw you.

Screw. you.

Sevika:

Working has never been one of the best things in her life. It's always 'Sevika do this.' or 'Sevika do that.' and even, 'Sevika there's someone who did this. Straighten them out.'

She was a mule, a person to do the dirty work when you don't want to.

That's why it was a delight to have you around. You two could spend hours talking over the most gruesome things through slurred speeches and animal like snorts. You listened, shouted and even argued with her. Nearly even got into a fist fight.

And yet, you were the first person she has never wanted to bash their skull in.

The bars all knew her name, the streets screamed it better. But you.

You said it best.

Sevika. Sevika. Sevika.

"You're falling for me aren't you?" It was a joke. Everything between the two of you were buzzed out jokes until they weren't. Was this? Was this liking towards you something of humour or somethings more?

Humour. Most definitely humour.

"Nah. You smell worse than ya speak."

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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.

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.

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.

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.