I Watched Turning Red And I- Just Have To Say How Much I Love And Would Literally Do Anything For Sandra

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.

BRAID LUISA’S HAIR💕💕

I’d love to!

“Amor, come here.” You instructed, pointing at the edge of the bed in front of you. Luisa gave you a tired look and walked over. “Sit down.” Her face took on a more confused look, but she did as she was told, well, sort of. She sat down on the floor. You crawled forward, dropping your legs over the edge to either side of her body. You pulled her ribbon loose, letting her wealth to brown curls fall into your lap. Your fingers reached into her hair on her scalp. You began to gently massage her head.

“Oh..” she sighed. The weight of her head pressed back into your hands as she relaxed. In the mirror across the room you watched her eyelids flutter and the tension drain from her body.

“Luisa! The burros got out again!” Abuela called from outside the door.

“Coming!” She yelled back.

“Wait.” She gave you a quizzical look. “Let me do your hair.” You said, offering her the hair ribbon back. She sighed and nodded.

“I guess they won’t get much further than they would if I did it.” She conceded, rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

“My thoughts exactly.” You said, beginning to run a comb through her hair to tame it. You took as much time as you could without making it seem like you were just stalling. Starting at the top of her head, you started to braid, careful to keep the sections of her French braid even and tidy. When she stood, she took a second to admire your handiwork.

“Would you do this again some time?” She asked, stroking the braid.

“Of course.” She nodded and hurried out the door to catch the burros.

Sevika + Sexy Time [hcs]

favorite part of herself and you

herself: her thighs. she appreciates how strong and thick they are, perfect for her pretty girl to ride, or for her to support herself while ramming into her with a strap-on.

you: sevika loves your ass. she loves to watch that perfect, well rounded, piece of you. she's loved it since forever. she will slap your ass as a greeting just because she can. she will squeeze, spank it, bite it…she loses her mind over it.

most sensitive part of her body

her thighs. if you are kneeling in front of her and rub your hands over her legs, lingering your gentle touch to her inner thigh, her breath will hitch and you'd better be prepared to get a rough fucking out of her.

first time/how long you waited

sevika has a high libido and this woman loves sex. she would've fucked you in the first date, getting you in her bed with her smooth dirty talk and sweet promises of how you wouldn't be able to forget her. she did live up to the hype. that was the best fucking of your life. you would've been seeing stars from how deliciously good she was making you feel. your relationship with sevika would firstly revolve around fucking, until both of you caught feeling, and decided to engage in a relationship. the quality of the sex never changed.

top or bottom

radiates top energy. she will love to have you begging for daddy to fuck you, for daddy to make you feel good…she will absolutely ruin you. there wouldn't be any position she wasn't willing to try out with you.

however, she has a dirty little secret. the thought of having you ride her face while gripping and tugging her messy hair as you spread your delicious juices all over her mouth and chin, with both your thighs squeezing her face between them, drives her insane.

favorite positions

doggy style - she will love to force your face down onto the mattress while she fingers you from behind or claims you with a strap-on.

on your side - she will loop her prosthetic arm around your thigh and lift it up while she deliciously tortures your pussy and cover your neck with hickeys and love bites.

missionary - if you both crave more intimacy, she will place a pillow beneath your hips as she fucks you with her strap, staring into your eyes as she whispers gentle praised, the tip of her cock hitting all the perfect spots with this angle. "you are so beautiful when you moan for me, baby. oh no…don't hide your face from me, I want to see what's mine. want to see your pretty face while I'm making you cum."

how good is she with her hands

she is amazing and god like with her hands. she will pull intense orgasms out of you as she fills your hole with two fingers and her thumb rubs your clit. she will be having that shit eating grin on her face, eyes dark as she watches you moan and whither beneath her.

not to mention her prosthetic arm. if she wants to overstimulate you, she will hold you still on her lap with her human arm and press the cool metal palm onto your clit, making her arm vibrate to make it into a torturous sex toy that she can punish you with.

she will have her mouth pressed to your ear as she mocks, "awww, poor little kitten. is that too much for you, hmm? yeah? awww. that's too bad, ain't it? I'm not stopping."

loud or quiet in bed

she is very talkative. she will dirty talk to you while she's fucking you so deliciously. her voice will be mixed with deep moans and some low growls and cuss words. she will praise you if you are doing good.

"look at your tight little pussy swallowing my fingers, she's so greedy. you've been holding back a lot, haven't you? you couldn't wait for daddy to give you a good fucking. oh, you're close? no, no, no…you ain't cumming now, princess. you gotta ask nicely first."

specific kinks

daddy kink

orgasm controlling

pet play

cockwarming

spanking

corruption

after sex/aftercare

she is the aesthetic stereotype of smoking a cigarette after sex. if she has feelings for you besides sex, she will holding you close with her human arm as she playfully blows the smoke on your face, chuckling when you fam it away with your hand. she will offer a drag to you if you are also a smoker. sevika will let you snuggle to her side as you both share small conversation of what happened in your day and after she puts the cigar away in the ash tray, she will ask you if you want her to fetch some whiskey.

how to tell she’s horny

she will come up behind you and grab your ass, immediately burying her face in the crook of your neck. it would turn into a steamy make out session until she just decided to pick you up by your thighs and carry you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress.

if you are in public, she will wrap her arm around your hips as you're sitting on her lap and very gently caress your skin with her fingertips, giving gentle squeezes to your tummy, dangerously close to your core.

would she rather spend the night at her place or yours

sevika doesn't care about the location. either at her own place or yours, what matters to her is spending that quality time with you. and if she fell for you, you'd better be prepared to move in with her soon, she's possessive. she wants to have you with her all the time, she wants to know you're at home waiting for her like a loving little housewife.

activity to do with her to get her relaxed and in the mood

sit on her lap while she is gambling

cook her a meal after she comes back from work

give her a relaxing massage

how to tell she needs comfort after or during sex

she will slide down next to you after being very gentle during sex and put her chin on your shoulder, hugging your body to hers, protectively. she will be more silent, but eventually whisper a quiet "I love you". she was afraid of losing you.

please stroke her hair and cuddle her.

sexual desire she is too embarrassed about to tell anyone

sevika has a housewife fantasy. the thought of you being a submissive housewife for her while she is out there working really gets her going. she will get turned on seeing you cooking or doing general house chores around her. she fantasizes about walking up behind you as you're mopping the dust from a table and just bending you there, sliding her hand up between your thighs as she growls.

mmm, honey, I need to relieve some pent up stress. be a good little wife for me and be quiet, hmm?

how experienced is she

this woman is a regular at the brothel. she's tried everything at least once. she knows exactly what she is doing and if you aren't experienced yourself, you're in for some fun, because she's very patient in teaching you what she knows.

favorite places to do the do

fancier hotel rooms after a successful gambling night

silco's office

bedroom

on the kitchen counter

in the shower

what non sexual things turn her on

watching you cook or doing house chores

getting on your tiptoes to kiss her face

whining for her needily

telling her that you've missed her in a needy tone

is she game to experiment/does she take risks

she is willing to try anything at least once, this woman is wild. and she will absolutely finger you under the table while she is gambling with that damn poker face on, unbothered by how you are a whimpering mess as you shift in your seat, looking into her eyes with a shy face, silently begging her to stop.

"what's wrong, babe? are you not feeling well? be a good girl and wait, okay? you'll get my attention soon."

how much she likes to tease

she is such a tease. she loves to make you moan and whine for her, begging for more, as she doesn't let you cum. she gets off on seeing you so impatience, all hot and bothered while riding her face/fingers/strap, even if you two are going for just a quickie. she loves to drive you insane, to leave you on the edge. she can be quite cruel.

"use your words, doll. how do you want daddy to touch you, huh?"

"I can't hear you, baby. do you want to cum again? do you want daddy to use the vibrator on you? " she asks as you are mumbling your response through a ball gag, shaking your head desperately in response. you couldn't stand cumming anymore. "is that a yes? awww, okay, such a greedy little girl."

how to know she's close

she will suck in a breath and pull your hair harder, humping her hips mercilessly against your face.

"fuck…right there. uuuugh, you're such a good kitten, you're daddy's little slut, aren't you? fuck…fuck, you are going to make daddy cum, baby. don't fucking stop."

a/n: tagging @sevikitty 💗

I had to

These scene is so cute 😍

My toxic trait is that “I can make them worse so much worse” 😭😭😭🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

My toxic trait is "I can fix them!"

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softly running my fingers through your hair as we sleepily watch cartoons

i’m not dead, just deteriorating

please have this gay shit

Sevika x Artist!Fem!Reader

this shit is so soft, it was supposed to be smut but i love the way it ended

sum: a gradual realization of love

an: this shit is not proofread

wc: 800 (im slacking, sorry guys 😓)

warnings: One smoke of ouid, slightly ooc sev, this takes place when jinx is like,, 13, sevika hates herself, jinx is sad, intense imagery, (is that a warning?)

“So this is my place.” You hummed softly, flipping a switch that made the room buzz with yellow and dying light. The apartment was small, more of a nook really. Cluttered with canvas and towels, one wall was swallowed by a bookshelf, its wood bulging under the weight of chewed up books; The adjacent was a mosaic of frames, each holding their own small world. Some parts were bare, the wall a pale preservation of the once topaz painted brick, now only a skimpy eye-sore begging to be concealed. ”Please ignore the mess,” your hands busied themselves with clearing the kitchenette counter of paints and brushes left to dry. “I swear I cleaned the place last week.”

Sevika stood astonished, never in her life had she felt so small; But now, engulfed in everything you are, she was weak.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smirked, “I think it’s beautiful.”

Sevika often found herself back in your home. It was a breath of fresh air compared to her own barron hammock. She’d found herself there, not only in her visits, but also in her mind. She found herself longing for the scent of your incense, the beat of your brush, the burn of your body. Angry at night when the rough cotton of her blankets could never compare to the itch of your hair and the weight of your limp arms. Always feeling out her skin, and loving her the way an empty cot never could. Angry that she could never amount to your love. She slept angry until your soul reached her on the clouds of her dreams, whispering sweet nothings into her ears miles above the hell you both burned in. But it was never you that woke her.

“You’re acting stupid.” Jinx giggled, coloring sloppy lines across the words of her schoolbook. She was laying on the floor, kicking her bootless feet too and fro to the beat of Sevika’s growl.

“Shut up, do your work.” Sevika turned back to her arm, only to find a screw gone from her workstation.

“Is it a boy?” The girl was standing now, holding out a chalked up hand and one bronze screw. Sevika only met her eyes and scoffed before snatching it out of Jinx's palm. “Its a girl!” Another nasty, deserved look. Jinx’s eyes grew and her snaggle teeth flashed, “You’re just like my sister! One time, she snuck a girl into our room and when Va-“ her face dropped, but she recovered. “Well she got into a lot of trouble.” that made Sevika smile, a soft chuckle tumbling past her lips.

Sevika never took you to The Last Drop, or The Gardens. When she took you places, it was never public, it was serene and honest. She loved the way your skin glowed under neon lights, the way your eyes reflected the stars. She swore one day, she was going to make sure you never lost sight of the stars, whether she was there beside you or not.

“I’m gonna make you a new arm one day.” you spoke in breaths, shifting closer against her body. “One so beautiful and reflective of who you are you will never be scared to love yourself.” You were spewing bullshit, syrup slipping off your tounge, so why did she believe you? why were those the exact words she needed to hear, and why did you know how to say them? When would she wake up not scared to hear your poetry?

“You’re not a mechanic, hun.” she huffed, wasting the pull she just took off a blunt, before handing it to you.

“I know,” you sounded ashamed, as if your talents weren’t advanced enough, “But i’ve met a few around The Picket, one man specializes in weaponry prosthetics-“

“Andy, I’ve met him.”

“Yes! isn't he amazing? And there’s a young boy there too sometimes, he sells trinkets, but he's very skilled, odd though.” you reached to your satchel, “Last time I spoke to him, he was working on a new metal, isn’t that fascinating? He claims it's bullet proof.” You pull out a chunk of dirty metal, barely the size of your palm, and present it to her. It was matte and dark grey, but light and firm. “That’s not its natural color. I, well, I asked if we could dye it to match your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She didn’t exactly respond with coy, like she usually would, her lips did not curl, nor did her eyes squint, she looked upon you filled with nothing but awe.

“People don’t love them enough.” You stated as if it was normal.

And the stars were covered, replaced by the white fire of Sevika’s lips on yours, the comforting black of your eyelids.

“I only need you.” she choked back tears, “I’ve only ever needed you.”

Imagine doing pushup kisses with Luisa

Ribbon

18+ this is your fair warning

Luisa lay in her thin lacy nightgown, giving you a very skeptical look. Her limbs were tied with materials a regular strength person could break.

“Amor, what are you trying to accomplish here?” She asked, specifically looking at the ribbon on her wrists which looked oddly familiar.

“Wellll.” You drawled, sliding a single finger down from the tip of her chin to the valley of her breasts. “We both know I wouldn’t be able to find materials that could actually restrain you, so I came up with a different approach. “I used the straps from my sandals on your legs, which you aren’t going to break because that would make my life a bit inconvenient, and on your wrists is my favorite hair ribbon.” She stared in shock for a moment.

“I feel like that’s cheating.” Luisa said, a little bit of awe in her voice.

“I have to get around your strength somehow if we’re going to try this.” You argued. “Are you ready?” Luisa nodded. “Good. Now hold still for me darling.”

You moved to your hands and knees, still straddling her torso. You kissed her a little roughly, your tongue insistent on being on her mouth. Meanwhile your hands slid down to where the thin lace only sort of hid her full breasts. You squeezed a little roughly, earning a small gasp. You let up on her mouth for a minute, kissing along the path your finger had taken earlier. You pushed aside the lace, putting your mouth on one errect nipple, while your fingers played with the other.

“Ah, angel!” Luisa panted, still managing to hold still. You switched which one was receiving which kind of attention, earning another little noise as the nipple pulled out of your mouth with a pop. You stalled there for a while, kissing, licking and biting her breasts.

“Amor, please.” She asked. You moved up to kiss her mouth again, pausing first to take in the sight of her face flushed, her hair loose and fanned out over the pillows. You pulled away slowly, a playful expression on your face.

“Would you like me to keep going?” You teased.

“Yes!”

“As you wish.” You said, pushing the hem of her nightgown higher to expose her soaked core. Your eyes met, gazes holding as you put your tongue on her already swollen clit. She tried not to whimper, but you had been winding her up all day with hints about what you had planned. The nightgown was even your idea. As your tongue continued to work, you slid two fingers inside, crooking your fingers slightly, rubbing that spot that made her fight the impulse to buck her hips.

“Angel, please!” She gasped as you started to suck her clit. You reached a hand up to squeeze and pinch each breast. “Y/n, y/n, y/n! She gasped fighting to keep control of her limbs. Her limbs quivered with the strain. You sucked harder, moving your fingers faster. Her ability to form coherent sentences left her, giving you only choppy, desperate gasps and disjointed syllables.

“Cum for me.” You instructed, either your timing was impeccable, or she had been holding off. The minute those words left you, she gasped bucking her hips, her clit throbbing. You grinned watching her come off the high. As she caught her breath, you undid the ties at her ankles.

“H-how bad I-is it?” She asked.

“Not bad at all. You did wonderfully.” You assured, tossing them off to the side. You pulled the knot loose at her wrists, letting them fall to the bed. You tossed it off to the side too, cuddling in to her. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?” You asked, stroking her face gently.

“I’m alright.” She assured before snuggling you tighter. “Just don’t go away.” She asked softly.

“I promise, I’m not planning to be anywhere else tonight.” Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as sleep crept up on her.

“Good.”

“Sleep well darling.” You received no answer other than steady breathing. You smiled and settled on to follow suit.