— 🍓NOTE: i always wanted to write for Valeria Garza because IM IN LOVE WITH MY WIFE!
I love to picture Valeria Garza with a lit cigarette between her lips , taking a long & tired drag. Her left hand rests on your hips as she slams into you with her pink silicone strap fucking you like a wild animal into a matress after a stressful mission. Vale uses her lovely wife to calm down , claiming her and reminding herself once again that there's someone at home waiting for her. The sound of clapping skin and your pathetic way of talking fails when she thrusts faster into you — your nails dig into the sheets holding onto dear life , as drool drips down your lips falling on the pillow next to you. — '... ah ... vale ...' valeria smirks at your pathetic attempt to talk with her left hand she lands a harsh slap on your ass , this is your reminder who owns you after all. Her wedding ring leaves a little mark on your sweet behind.
pls send any munagenius x reader asks my way plss!! i’ve been hiding that i love women for far too long and i absolutely am inlove with jo maskin and julien baker 😭😭 would yall hate if i started to write for women?? who knows
— 🚘 NOTE: I can picture her so well in a workshop , working and fixing cars left and right like she was born with this gift. I hope you enjoy and If I got anything wrong about cars my bad.
your car recently broke down in the middle of the street for god knows what reason — ever since that happened you decided to get your car checked it made weird noises. Theres one issue you have no idea about cars except the basics like every car owner does however anything over that is not your territory.
The workshop seems pretty busy on a Tuesday but this was the only day you where free , so ..... fuck it you tell yourself.
you take a step in the already busy workshop eyes roam over the shop taking every detail, the old car posters and bikes hanging on the wall it looks like one of shops from the 90s. While you're waiting 15 to 20 minutes for anyone to be available to talk too. however no one seems to be available — so you take matters into your own hands with a shaky breath you walk up the next best person available. There she is a woman wearing an white cami stained in oil and whatever car fluids - her hair done in a messy bun working on a vintage car fixing whatever is wrong with it. sparks fly around while she fixes what she can with the welder in her gloved hands.
Excuse me' you say but no reaction or acknowledgement - Exc.. - . A deep long sigh fills the workshop , 'I heard you the first time' a slightly deeper voice replies, the silence after tells you she's waiting for you to speak. 'Oh my car broke down and i need to get it checked '.
Sevika stops in her tracks , The sparks stop as the welder slows down till it goes quiet, the machine stop and the dust particles slowly fall like dust. sevika takes one glove off to take the welding helmet off , the sight of her has you speechless. a woman as beautiful as her works here in this workshop ... by the looks of her she could model.
Those grey eyes of hers scan you from top to bottom , her gaze doesnt feel judgemental more like shes analyzing you and the situation. Sevika stared longer than she needs to but she can't help herself, its so rare to see a woman in here all alone without an annoying boyfriend. Sevika is willing to take a look at your car ,she leaves the car abandoned to help a pretty thing like you (she doesn't say that part out loud) .
Sevika listens to the numerous problems , you tell her when it started to happen. You cant help yourself but watch her , observe her and every move. it certainly doesnt help when she opens the hood of your car. your gazes trails down her muscled arms folllowing the delicious veins that lead to her rough hands and fingers. Her fingertips are dirty from working her arms have oil marks. her stained working clothes doesn't help the fire and butterflies you start to feel in your stomach. Sevika seem oblivious to your starved gaze as a mechanic she takes her job serious and checks every part of your car - you're unsure what to do and just watch her waiting for her to break the news about your car.
"Ha got ya!" she exclaims relived when she finds the issue, her grey eyes widen.
What.? What is it? You ask nervous while you take a step forward. Sevika senses your nerves and cant help herself and chuckles she finds it adorable how nervousxou are. her finger point to the tire 'yer belt broke'.
You look at her confused like you don't understand what she's saying , she sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically at your cluelessnes, you crouch down beside her too close to your liking and god she smells really good like sandalwood and tobacco. You shake your head to focus again while sev shows you the broken belt and explains whats to do and how to avoid it in the future the tone in her voice sounds strict but you can hear the care in her tone . She's suprised you haven't noticed or figured that out by yourself but by the looks of it you had no clue about any of this. She raises a brow "been recently driving into anything you shouldn't ...like a pothole?".
You feel your face burn in embarrassment , the flash of memories come up from a few nights ago it was dark outside and you couldn't see shit – the loud sound your car made was the very moment you should've known you fucked up but here you staring at her like you never seen a more prettier woman.
Sevika grey eyes watch you closely and she can't help herself but smile at your embarrassed reaction — she reassures you and before she can think she says it outloud in a way that has your heart beating faster "don't worry your pretty head i got you".
