#carla x reader

[karasukakikomi]

(TW: kidnapping, yandere themes; NSFW: Breeding)

Hello ^^ Could I please get a scenario of Carla who is deep in love with a founder-woman, that actually lives with the Mukamis? He couldn't take it anymore. He finally wants her by his side and no where else. So he decides to kidnapp her and to show her whom she belongs to, and what her duty as the future Queen of the Founders and his future bride are.

(Also sorry, if my English is not that good it's not my mother tongue ♡ I hope, you understand what I mean anyway)

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴

“𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴”

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Carla Tsukinami, Female Reader  𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: nsfw. 18+ only.  𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.5k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (If you are not comfortable with these themes please do not read.) Noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, yandere themes, stalking, mention of blood, biting, breeding, dacryphilia, degradation, size difference, belly bulge, vaginal sex, teasing, use of “Master” 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: Thank you for requesting a scenario! Hopefully this fulfills what you were looking for ❤️

Day after day, he observed. Hidden, out of sight. Carla watched you when you awoke, when you dressed, and when you went to sleep. 

Day after day, without fail.

He studied your morning routine, what you liked to eat for breakfast, and how you styled your hair. Carla knew it all. And never once did you realize that the shadows creeping behind you were not just a trick of the mind. 

He knew it was a sick obsession, causing him to go these lengths. But you bore the heart of a Founder, a heart which he would make accept him. Carla would have long taken you if it wasn’t for the four vermin you resided with. The Mukamis. Vile, disgusting creatures, He thought. Who gorge themselves full upon the blood of a precious woman. He would never allow them to lay another hand on you if he had his way. Watching the way they treated you, pushed you around as if you were nothing. It infuriated him. 

One day he would take you away from here. Away from the four pests which claimed you so carelessly. He would make you his. But for now, he would simply watch. To await the day where he would steal you away. To show you who you truly belong to.

-----

That day had come, just as he had planned. You awoke in the morning. He watched. Watched as you pushed the covers away from your body. Watched as you stripped your sleepwear off. Watched as you changed into your school uniform. He longed to claim that body. To engrave his very being into you. That time wasn’t so far away now. 

He remained patient. And you remained as clueless as ever. 

So like clockwork, he followed you. As he did everyday. He saw how they pushed you around on the way to school. You were afraid. Fearful of their motives. You would not feel such fear with him.

Through the halls, you did not see him. You did not notice him stalking close behind as you were pulled by the wrist to the rooftop by a tall man. 

He stayed behind a wall, listening to your frightened pleas.

“Ruki- stop!” You shouted.

The man did not hear you. Carla listened, tense. 

“You know why I brought you here. I smelled him. It was not one of us. So tell me, who was it, hmmm?” He spoke roughly. 

“Ruki, I have no idea what you’re talking about please. I would tell you if I knew, I swear!” you begged. 

“So be it,” Ruki said. 

That was the last he heard before a squeal ripped through the night. Carla gazed at you. The first time he would ever allow himself to be seen. But with your eyes squeezed tight, you would not notice. Nor would that man. His fangs buried deep into your neck. Rage burned through his veins. Ruki lapped at the viscous streams of blood trickling from the bite wound. Deep red fang marks painted themselves into your flesh. Even from afar, the scent of your blood drifted through the cold night air. Carried by a breeze like a drifting melody filled with pain.

Oh, how immensely he urged to rip Ruki from your shaking body. To crush him beneath his boots like the insect he was. How carelessly he fed from your blood. As only he was entitled to such. But Carla would wait. Wait as you crumbled beneath the vampire's body. The fight leaving your eyes. And a wave of unconsciousness took your body. 

Satisfied, Ruki left you. Lying alone on the rooftop. Never once realizing, the object of his jealousy stood mere feet away, watching the scene unfold from behind golden eyes. 

He approached you, scooping your unconscious form into his arms. You were left stranded. Foolish vampire, he thought. Leaving a helpless little girl all alone. If you were anything more than prey to the Mukamis they would have not left you here to regain your senses. Carla would treat you differently. 

It almost felt surreal to him. A woman who bore the heart of a Founder, laying in his arms. The object of his twisted obsession now in his very grasp. A careful line he walked. An oh so careful line. He had played his cards right. 

Waiting, watching, and observing. 

Patiently. 

Day after day.

Night after night. 

He struck silently from the shadows. And when those filthy Mukamis would finally realize you were gone… It would be much too late. You already belonged to Carla the second he locked his eyes upon you. Such a foolish little girl, vulnerable to the threats of this cruel world. But he would protect you. He would show you your proper place. 

-----

Warm light trickled into your hazy vision. Your eyes fluttered open. You drank in your surroundings. A room. Lavishly decorated. A fireplace crackled on the far side of the dimmed room. You sat upright on a bed. Soft and comfortable. Fresh sheets. Just the kind you liked, you noted. You groaned, head clouded, you felt shaky. You pulled your arms to brush the hair that had landed in your vision. Your arms would not move. In a panic you realized your situation. Your arms were bound by rope behind your back. Secured firmly to the bed frame. You cursed. Breath hitching in panic. 

And then your gaze locked onto something. Something that did not belong. 

A man sat patiently in the corner of the room. You would not have noticed if it wasn’t for the deep chuckle that filled the room. A rich, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. 

“So you finally notice, I’ll admit… It took you longer than I expected,” The strange man continued to laugh.

You stayed silent. Watching him arise from the chair in which he sat. He was larger. Much larger than you. Even if you managed to untie your ropes you doubt you could make it to the door before he caught you. It was not worth trying. Not when you did not yet know his motives. 

“Do you know what it's like?” The man’s voice rumbled. “What's it is like to see something irresistible but no matter how hard you try, you can never attain it?” 

You pondered his words before offering a timid response. “No. I don’t think I do.”

“I didn’t think you would. Especially since your obliviousness is what wound you up here in the first place.” He responded, stalking ever closer to the end of the bed. 

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” You questioned, attempting to hide your fear. Poorly feigning confidence. 

“You truly do not know who I am? Those vermin you live with seem to know very well who I am.” He spoke.

“You-you mean Ruki? Are you who he was talking about?” Confusion scattered your thoughts. 

Was this who Ruki had been jealous over? The man he had mentioned sensing? Was he watching you? So many questions lay unanswered. 

“You should take some responsibility for your actions. You let them shove you around, sink those teeth into your neck, and do unspeakable things to you. And you do not fight them. Do you?”

“No… But you have to understand that I-” You began, being cut off suddenly.

“You are able to fight them off, but you do not. You accept their cruel treatment,” He accused. “I believe it is because you secretly enjoy it.” 

Your face flushed red at his accusation. 

“No! That isn’t true at all!” You protested. 

“It isn’t? So if I were to do this…” He paused. Climbing onto the bed and brushing the strands of hair gently from your face. He leaned in, face mere inches from your own. “You would not fight me? Would you?” 

His breath felt hot against you. It was now that you could clearly see your disadvantaged position. He was much bigger than you. So much so that he dwarfed you in comparison. You could make out his slender yet powerful muscles even underneath his clothing. You knew he was not human. Not a vampire. Something completely different entirely. Something much stronger. This was not a fight you could win. If you just agree, your treatment would be much less harsh than whatever this man had been planning for you if you disobeyed. You were sure of it. 

“No. No I wouldn’t” You shakily admitted. Hoping he would take your response to be genuine.

“Clever girl,” He praised. 

You felt a tug on your wrists. The rope which bound you to the bed frame was loosened. You slipped your wrists from the knotted loops. They ached. But you did not shove him away from you. You did not want to risk angering him. If Ruki’s punishments were brutal for minor infractions, you did not want a taste of what this man was capable of. 

“Now, here’s what we will do. I am tired of waiting. Tired of watching inferior creatures have their way with you. If you obey, and do what I tell you to, I will consider making this an easier experience for you.” He said, velvety voice still very near. 

“What are you going to do?” You asked. A surge of fear emerged from within. You did not know what this strange man was planning. Nor if you were going to live through it. 

“Relax yourself, woman. I will not kill you. Nor will you be sustaining any substantial injuries tonight.” He responded.

You were shocked. Did he read your mind? No, that's impossible. But the lingering feeling remained. Who was he?

 “As the King of Founders it is my duty to uphold my duties. As it is yours,” He stated.

“Duties?” You asked. 

“Your duty as Queen. As my wife. You did not think I would have captured such a worthless being if you did not hold great significance over the survival of this race, did you?” He asked.

“You-your wife?” Fear shook your fragile voice. 

“Exactly. You are beginning to understand why you’re here now.”

“But I don't want this! Please, I would like to leave!” You raised your voice. Fear had long cracked the foundations of your confidence.

 “I know. I see why you would want to leave. But you must understand why I have to do this…” He stopped speaking. Undoing the buckle of his belt. The golden hue of his eyes deeply locked onto yours. 

“I-I can’t”.... You said in barely a whisper.

“You can. And you will.” He responded sternly. 

------

Your voice, coming out as a small squeal pouring from your lips. It only spurred Carla’s actions further. You're lingering over his tip, refusing to move further. You can already feel how large he is. The thick girth prodding at your small entrance. Carla slammed you down to the base without hesitation. You screamed in pain instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. He allows this action. Carla stifles a grunt. You did not want to continue moving but his harsh, bruising grip on your hips forces you to raise yourself up and back down onto his throbbing cock. The tempo is painfully slow. But it is doing nothing for Carla. He forces you down faster, hastening the pace on his length. 

“O-Ow!” You cried out, unable to form words. This length stretching you to your very limit. The speed in which he was forcing you down on his cock was unbearable. Tears rolled from your eyes, squeezed shut in pain. Carla did not relent, raising your hips and pressing you back down onto him. He was enamored by the sight before him. The way your breasts jolted with each harsh thrust. And the very prominent bulge in your lower abdomen when he was fully sheathed within you. 

“Ow! Fuck!” You whined in pain. 

A hand left your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair before forcefully yanking your head back.

“Watch. Your. Mouth” He growled. 

His cock relentlessly pounded into your small hole. He persisted unforgivingly through your whines and pleas. 

“You will understand your place here. Your place as my mate.” He grunted. Lips forming a thin line as he exhaled forcefully. His hips stilled. Hot ropes of his release filled your cunt. But he was far from done. 

Leaning you back so that he was now gazing at your shaking form below him, he plunged his cock back into you. You squealed in protest and the intrusion once more. 

“You will not waste a single drop. Is that clear, little one?” He asked, cock filling you completely. 

“Y-yes Master! I understand you,” You managed to cry, eyes blurry with tears. 

“Master?” He questioned. “You like that don’t you? Feeling completely and utterly owned. Filthy girl.” He teased.

Your cheeks heated up at his words. Face turning bright red. You turned your head in embarrassment. His large hand grabbed your chin. Forcing you to look into his eyes. They stared down at you. His pupils blown wide with lust. His thumb softly wiped the trickling tears from your face.

“There is no need for those tears, princess. For as long as you just obey, I will take care of you,” His words dripped with a strange sweetness. 

Carla withdrew his cock, reentering you with a new gentleness. The way his large member slid into you, lubricated with the load he had previously pumped you full of, started to feel strangely good. You whined from pleasure. 

“Look at my slut. Taking her Master’s cock so well,” he praised. 

He captured your lips in a deep kiss. You were taken with shock, unknowing what to do. His deep grunt encouraged you to deepen the kiss. And so you did. His tongue slid into your mouth, he tasted sweet, no malice in his passionate kiss. His new praise caused new embarrassment to flutter to the surface. You wanted to squirm away, to hide away from him but it all was beginning to feel so good. 

You wrapped your legs around him, fighting to chase after such an unfamiliar high. His thrusts were deep and slow, massaging your fluttering walls. Carla grunted at the feeling of you clenching around him. Your tearful whines had long since turned into pleasured moans. He pressed his hand down against the bulge in your stomach. You felt so full. So very full of your Master. His cock throbbed. You both were approaching your highs. 

“Do you want my cum? Did Master’s cock make you that stupid?” Carla chuckled. “Stupid princess wants Master to fill her up, hmmm?” 

“Y-yes! Fill me please!” You cried out.

His hips stuttered as your release came first. You cried out in pure ecstasy, his thick cock shooting yet another load into your overstimulated cunt. He painted your walls white as his viscous cum filled your aching womb. 

He panted. Observing your shaking body caged beneath him. He brushed long strands of white hair plastered to his face. His cock remained deep inside of you. 

“We are not letting a single drop escape tonight. Lest I remind you of your duties again, Little One.” 

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[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Carla Tsukinami and his lover are getting married, and when he wakes up in the morning after the wedding night, Carla sees his sleeping wife hugging him tightly, her head buried in his chest.

Yandere Carla Tsukinami

Carla was happy.

Really happy.

He had finally got you.

Although the beginning of your relationship was not easy.

Kidnapping is never a good start to a "relationship".

And you really stood up to him.

The fact that you got Stockholm syndrome took a lot of time and punishments.

But these days you know how to behave well.

Carla woke up that morning with you in her arms.

If it's your wedding night, you really didn't sleep much.

Carla took care of that.

The acquisition of an heir is mandatory.

Carla is not usually a soft man.

But this sight makes him smile.

He breathes slowly and just listens to your heartbeat.

It is relaxing.

Surely Carla is teaching her child the "secrets of dating".

And you can't stop him.

Maybe he strokes your hair before getting out of bed.

And if you didn't get pregnant that night, you won't sleep much the next night either.

[venusflytrpp]

Dear Anonymous - Carla Roson (Pt 2)

Warnings : loss of a parent, spicy but not spicy towards the end

(Reader is a female has and has two dads: Father(Demitru) and Dad(Michael))

Later that week your dad returned home from tour gathering you and all the staff downstairs to declare that your father’s funeral was next week Wednesday. So with today being Sunday, your dad hadn’t even given you a week's notice let alone pull you aside and tell you separately. 

You had all the respect in the world for the staff that had practically raised you but you are his daughter. Doesn't that mean something? Weren’t you meant to be a part of the planning, helping to commemorate the life of your father.

You’d already escaped to Carla’s house three times that week after hearing of your dad’s impending arrival and once on the day of his arrival not quite ready to see him. So you didn't want to turn up at her house again, afraid you were becoming a burden. But this was unbelievable almost as if the minute your father wasn't around your dad forgot you existed. 

Just as you're getting ready to leave the room your dad calls out your name beckoning you to follow him into the home office.

“Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that during the procession you’ll be walking behind me with your aunts and uncles.”

“Why aren't I walking next to you ?” you ask incredulously  

“Well, I already have to hold your fathers portrait and that should be front and centre. Don’t you think so ?” You couldn’t argue with him there but it was what he said next that confirmed your prior assumptions.

“Wouldn't want everyone to be distracted comparing the two of you” If your dad had stopped at his previous statement then you would have been fine but adding the second part just confirmed that your Dad hated the resemblance you had to your father. 

“Are you serious right now ?” 

“What, I’m not wrong it got brought up every time you two went anywhere together”

“Yeah, maybe because i’m his fucking daughter” You practically shouted, frustrated at his blatant insensitivity. 

“Y/n M/n Caregula, You will not raise your voice at me as you’re my daughter as well” He shouts back, clearly offended by your choice of words.

“Well, you don’t act like it. You haven't acted like it at all since he died'' You retaliate, finally getting the chance to confront your dad on his recent behaviour. 

He goes quiet for a moment, face dropping as soon as the words leave your lips. 

“Y/n I don’t owe you any explanations, you know this is a hard time for me.” 

Hot tears start streaming down your face as you whisper “It’s just as hard for me, I just want you to talk to me like when I was little. When I fell in the playground at lunch and after school you sat me down and talked about how pain works, how it may hurt currently but it gets better. When our dog, Diesel, died and you both talked to me about grief, how he’d gone to a better place where he’ll never feel pain or suffering ever again.”

“I’m just asking for you to be my dad again, why can’t you see that ?” Your voice breaks on the last few words, turning around to leave study you sob “I just want my Parents back” 

—-

The day of the funeral arrives and you haven't spoken to anyone since that Sunday in the office with your dad. Carla and Rebeka had tried reaching out to you after they heard about the funeral date but no answer came from you. 

A staff member comes into your room to lay your suit on the table, as you stand up to take a look at it you notice that it’s one of your fathers tailored to your dimensions. Goosebumps rise along your skin as you pick up the suit holding it up  to your body in the mirror. 

You barely last a few seconds before you crumble to the floor clutching the suit in your hands. 

A knock at the door comes unnoticed to you as the door opens and Carla walks in shutting the door behind her. Greeted by the sight of you huddled up in a ball, a suit clutched to your chest. Heavy sobs leaving your mouth, a sign of an oncoming panic attack. 

She moves in front of you blocking the mirror. Clutching your shoulders to lift you into a seated position.

“Y/n” she speaks, your eyes snapping to hers “Y/n I need you too breath” 

You almost feel like rolling your eyes at her as if it was that easy. But sensing the eye roll, she glares at you bringing you back to reality. Holding her stare, you begin to follow her breaths slowing down the pace of your chest. 

After a while all that escapes your mouth is “It's his suit” 

Carla’s mouth slightly opens to acknowledge this but it shuts just as fast as she rises to her feet pulling you up with her. 

“Let’s get it on you then, we’re getting through this bit by bit.”

—

“You can turn around now” you rasp out, your throat raw from the minimal amount of talking you’d been doing. 

Carla feels bad for admiring the way the suit fits on you, having to draw her eyes away from the way the sleeves hug your arms. A slight smirk arises from you about to comment on her wandering eyes but just as you were about to, your eyes catch the mirror. 

You take a breath about to speak but once again no words are found. 

Once again sensing your panic, Carla moves to stand fully in front of the mirror. Blocking it with her body, she tips your head down to make eye contact with you. 

“You look great, you don't need the mirror to tell you that. Now we are going to walk out of here, I'll walk you to the funeral car and I'll meet you at the church”  She slowly tells you, making sure that you pay attention to her words.

You give her a weak nod still unable to speak.

She takes your hand like she did in the school bathroom and leads you out of your room, down the stairs and out the front door to the awaiting car. You can see your dad already waiting inside of the car jogging his foot, clearly impatient that you made him wait. 

The chauffeur opens the door and Carla goes to let go of your hand allowing you to get in but you desperately grab at her arm.

“Can you come with me?“ Your face, her eyes begging her. 

She goes to answer you but a voice comes from the car

“Y/n get in now, we’re going to be late” Your dad interrupts 

“Carla please…” You ask again, ignoring him

“Y/n, NOW! Leave the girl we have to go” He raises his voice causing Carla to move her arm from your grip and step back allowing you more room to get in the car. 

That seems to have answered your question as your eyes slightly begin to water and you get in the car. 

Just before the door shuts Carla shouts.

“I’ll see you at the church Y/n/n”

—

Carla stays true to her word as during the procession you are able to spot her on the sidelines making eye contact several times. Your Dad in front and father’s siblings on your sides slightly shield you from sight but you can still make her out.

The funeral is extravagant and dragged out as per your dad's request. With a few words from him, your fathers family members and friends. You’ve become so numb that you don’t even react to the fact that your dad never asked you to speak, just add it to the list of things he’s done. The church part of the service ends with your Dad redirecting everyone back to the house for a continuation of the service. He ushers you back to the car alongside him before you have any time to look around for Carla or even Rebeka at this point. 

Enduring the evening of sorrowful looks and condolences it gets to a point when your Dad announces a song that he wrote dedicated to his husband.

Only the second he starts the first chord you recognise the song. 

He was playing your song. 

During music class with your tone deaf teacher, Mr Riba, he urged you to convey your feelings in a song. Though it was honestly the last thing you wanted to do, opting to curl up in a ball and cry. A few days later you’d done it anyway and you gave it to him as an audio file, causing him to rave and praise your talent comparing you to your dad. 

You don’t have any idea as to how Michael got his hands on it but you can't imagine it took much effort as he glances at you with a soft smile on his face as if he’s comforting you. Of course to anyone else it would look this way but the knife in your back just twists.

He nears the end of the song and as if this day could get any worse for you, you overhear one of your aunts whisper to someone you’ve never met before.

“You know, Dimetru was on that plane to make it back for Y/n’s school concert. Imagine if he'd never gotten on that plane.” 

“It's a shame she didn’t do anything to commemorate him” They whisper back.

The pin finally drops for you. 

Michael is done with ‘his’ commemorative song and he reaches out for your hand as you can tell he's bringing the service to an end but you don't move. Your eyes fixed on the door and the heavy rain, you can only think one thing. 

Run. 

So you do.

Ignoring Michael's calls from behind you reach the door slamming it open startling everyone in the room. You're pretty sure the glass on the door broke with the force but you can't bring yourself to care.  

The heavy rain pours drenching the suit and plastering your hair to your forehead as you keep moving, each rapid footstep causing discomfort to ripple through your body. Your destination in mind just causes you to push harder, chest screaming out in anguish causing you to reach a hand out to clutch at it.

By the time you've made it to the school and up the many stairs that you struggled your way up, you collapse on the roof. Your body giving up under the amount of strain that you put it under, willing yourself to move just a bit further you move towards the edge, legs hanging over, upper body laid down. As if your final act, your hand moves up to grasp at the tie, loosening it, finally attempting to get some substantial air in your lungs.

—

You’ve been laid there for what seems like hours but it's only been a few minutes when the roof door opens. Your head doesn’t turn knowing it wouldn't be long before someone came to find you. Your eyebrows only raise in suspicion at Carla’s face hanging over yours, although upside down. The umbrella perched over her head momentarily shields you from the rain. 

“You made quite a scene back there” She discloses, moving to sit by you. Further away from the edge. “Made it easier for me to slip away though” Carla adds with a grin.

You don’t move in the slightest, the numbing feeling from earlier reintroducing itself. Despite her efforts to cheer you up. 

“That was your song back there wasn’t it?” Still nothing from you “It was, I don’t know why i bothered asking, surprised he took it though surely as the world renowned musician he is he could have written something himself?”

Nothing yet again 

“This silence thing you're doing is kinda getting old, you know I wouldn't do this for anyone right? I’m pretty sure my dads figured out I'm not there by now since I took the car.”

“Why are you here ?” The question leaves your lips almost offending her. Almost.

“In all honesty…no lo se” She replies “I’ve been here the last few days doesn’t seem right to stop now.” 

This causes you to sit up turning your face to look at her, makeup untouched and dress undrenched. You on the other hand look a mess, finally getting a proper look at you she sees your cheeks covered in a light sheen, raindrops lingering on your eyelashes, eyes sunken in clearly showing how tired you were.

“You look like shit” She blurts out. You let out a quiet snort at this slowly morphing into a full blown laugh as your head nods in agreement. 

“I’m sure I do!” You exclaim trying to calm down, but it just gets harder as she joins in laughing just as hard. 

“I’m sorry” she says as your laughter calms down.

“Me too” Is all you say back. Confusing Carla as it doesn't seem like you have anything to apologise for.

“I'm sorry that my face is so similar to my dead fathers that Michael can't even bare to look at it” Your laughter slightly resumes but Carla ceases completely.

“I’m sorry that my father felt the need to get on a plane to see his fucking daughter. I’m sorry that I didn’t take a bigger role in a funeral that i didn’t know was going to happen until four fucking days ago” Your laughter becomes hysterical as you start swaying on the edge. Starting to scare Carla by how much closer you're getting to fall off.

“Y/n…” she speaks softly 

“You, know I always thought I had the best parents growing up turns out ones dead and the other one was just bearing with my presence for the dead one” 

“Y/n.” She speaks firmer than before trying to call you toward her. 

“Never thought this is how I'd find out, the guy who dedicated his songs to his family, taught me to play my instruments, helped me back to sleep after a bad dream. It was all for show wasn’t it? I’m supposed to be focused on the fact that DIMETRU IS FUCKING DEAD” you scream the last part trying to block Michael from your mind.

That last shout makes you lose balance causing you to fall forward when the sound of something hitting the floor and a sharp tug at the back of your blazer jolts you into action. Getting a handle on the edge you propel yourself backwards further onto the roof. By doing this you accidentally take Carla down with you causing her to slip but you catch her before her head hits the ground. 

“You idiot!” She gasps out moving to sit fully in your lap, ear pressed against your hard breathing chest. Hands gripping at your back seemingly wanting you as close as possible. 

“I…I’m sorry” You really mean this one. Taken aback by the sudden influx of affection she’s showing you, speaking into her hair “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Whatever maldito idiota” Her voice comes out muffled against your chest “Never again” 

“Never again” You repeat. You press a light kiss to her forehead, causing her head to raise out of your chest, eyes staring directly into yours. “Sorry… it just felt like the right time.” 

“Stop apologising” she replies, eyes still holding eye contact.

Her nose brushes over yours, leaning in further she slowly closes the distance, testing the waters.

“This may not be the best moment but…Carla can I kiss you ?” You ask feeling the need to ask 

She rolls her eyes breaking eye contact but moving in again whispering against your lips 

“Si”

Your lips meet hers with a deep desperation. Lips crashing together hungry and insistent to keep going. Her hands move your hands from her upper back to her lower back, moving her hands back to grip at your neck pulling you closer, if that was even possible. 

Your hands start to grip harder, moving to her hips massaging slightly. Desperate for the world to fade and leave just the both of you in this new found passion. Breathes deep and ragged, your lips and tongues meet over and over again, hearts hammering against your chests seemingly in sync. 

She slowly pulls away causing you to whimper slightly and a smirk graces her lips. She knew you wanted more and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want more too. But she has to remind herself that although this confirmed you returned the feelings she did, you weren't currently in the right state of mind. 

Not wanting to dampen your mood all she says is. 

“This stays between us Y/n” You nod quickly wanting to feel her lips again but she moves back at your advance causing you to groan. “I need to hear you say it Y/n” 

“This stays between us” You reply, voice raspy and spent from the effect of a long day.

Too bad the paparazzi that had caught wind of your breakdown had other plans.

AN: part two! I think it’s alright but open to ideas for this series I think maybe two more parts then I can write for others

Also elite season 7! I kinda think it should have ended earlier at most when Samuel died but 🤷‍♂️.

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Master list of master list -for everything I post or reblog

this will contain any posts I make in a masterlist and some will have linked chapters and stuff

^^ this is my request blog but u can also request on this blog^^

[peikos]

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

Things they might do if they have a crush on you (Headcanons) (Seperate) Carla / Valerio / Lucrecia x Genderneutral Reader

Series: Elite Words: 530+

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Carla: 161 Words -I could honestly see her buying you your favorite snacks and drinks before school merely to make your day a little brighter and, at the same time, make sure you eat and drink something throughout the day.

-I truly believe that she trusts you a lot, so she comes to you first whenever she's feeling down. You're her anchor. You keep her secure and from falling apart.

-Maybe she'd like to set up a movie night every Friday or Saturday. Where it's just you both, talking from light to weighty topics and watching your favorite movies.

-Carla probably likes going to restaurants too, but she may insist that she pays every second time (especially if you come from a poorer family)

-She probably cares about your family's/friends opinion a lot and tries to make a good impression every time.

-Carla would maybe make you try some of her hobbies,  hoping that you like them.

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Valerio: 163 -Valerio would glance at you whenever he got a chance to, trying not to get noticed by anyone.

-If you are into clubbing, he may buy you some drinks, either alcoholic or not. As long as they're delicious (and expensive), he'll buy them for you.

-Valerio would ask you to tutor him quite often. And if you should accept, he'll be looking at you for most of the time, trying to remember every detail on your face and form.

-He'd drop by your place quite often and hang out. Bonus if you have Animals, he would pet them the whole time.

-Valerio would try and stick to you during and outside school. I believe that he thinks that he has to watch over you, kind of like in a big brother way.

-He'd bring you your preferred drink every morning, hoping it'll wake you up. He would melt if you'd smile at him after.

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Lucrecia: 179 -Lucrecia tries to act independently, even in front of you, but there are times when she has to get a hug from you. It'll calm her nerves and helps her forget everything.

-She asks to come over quite often and tries to make it a sleepover. Whenever you've fallen asleep before her, Lucrecia caresses your cheek, looking at you quite lovingly.

-Although she does love expensive things, I could see her appreciating every small thing you'd do for her. If it's either holding a door open or even giving her a handmade gift. It's going to stick in her head for quite a while.

-She'd maybe get jealous often, perhaps a little more if you're hanging out with Carla or Nadia.

-I could see her as someone who likes PDA. She may hang off your arm quite often, and she'll melt if you would do the same.

-She would try to get you to meet her family early in her crush. I believe she seeks their validation and would hope her parents say that they'll like you.

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I'm happy to say that I'll be posting again, and honestly? I’m very happy to post this!  Anyway, I'm happy to say that I've also been working on my requests (which I thank you for dearly. I'm hoping to get them out soon :] I wish you all an awesome day/night and if you liked these short headcanons, feel free to like, reblog and perhaps even comment :]

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

(TW) How would Carla react if his wife was pregnant with triplets? It is her first pregnancy.

Carla: This is clearly a sign, a wonderful sign. We are destined to resurrect this bloodline.

Carla: In another nine months, we might find ourselves bearing another three Founder heirs, fufufu.

[reisprettytestsubject]

DL Master List |Hcs Pt.3

Updated: 11/25/23

Sakamaki | Mukami | Tsukinami + others

♥️School/Studying/Class with the S bros + K

♥️School/Studying/Class w the M & T bros

♥️Gardening w Yuma (Bf hcs)

♥️Yuma's Dream Girl

♥️The Diaboys react to Megan

♥️Mukami Boys Family + Household hcs

♥️Shin's Wolf Form (Bf hcs)

♥️Mukami's as single parents

♥️Academic Rivals to lovers w Reiji

♥️Where they like do it

♥️Subaru's girl smoking

♥️Reiji Teasing his lover

Dark Content/Realistic Hcs up ahead ♥️Their Italian names

♥️What happens to the Diaboys after Yui/Mc dies?

♥️The diaboy's handwriting

♥️Their age (more info)

♥️Shu irl hcs (has some crack pieces)

♥️Reiji's temper (not hcs)

♥️Karl having a relationship ship with his daughter

♥️ Who is capable of loving their S bride/how much do they value her?

♥️ Kanato Sakamaki NSFW Alphabet

♥️Azusa Mukami NSFW Alphabet

Collab posts with @/mikalara-dracula

♥️The boys as children irl

♥️Extended Vampire Ball Alphabet + Additional Hcs [Shu's Vers.]

♥️Nicknames they would give their s/o

♥️Diaboys having a wet dream

Other DL Links;;

♥️DL General Questions Master List

♥️DL Hcs Master List Pt. 1

♥️DL Hcs Master List Pt. 2

♥️DL Aesthetic + Hcs Master List

♥️DL Stories

♥️Who's your boyfriend quiz?

Main/request at: @liannelara-dracula

[gorgeys]

stay tuned bc carla smut is on the way!!

[violentvaleska]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/ ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ;)

Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

[seeingivy]

meeting the parents 

roommate eren x f!reader 

you swear you know the family sitting next to you at eren’s soccer game, you’re just not sure from where

**find mini-series masterlist here

an: ty for all the love on roommate eren!!!! this part was super super rushed and not AS proofread lol but I just wanted to put the idea out there to set it up for some other stuff :DDDD 

previous part linked here

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“Is there something I’m supposed to wear to your soccer game? I’ve never been to one before.” 

You feel Eren get up from his bed, which you were currently sprawled on. You’d spent more time in his room as of late, his bed being more comfortable to watch movies on than the couch. The night you had slept in his bed felt like it breached any sense of normal boundaries between the two of you, this was the new normal. I guess touching each others scars can do that to someone. 

In the middle of the movie he had picked out for today, which was a stupid nature documentary that was putting you to sleep, he had invited you to come to his first home game, which was on Friday. 

He was trying to convince you - telling you Annie would be there, that there are snacks, and Jean and Armin will be too since they were part of the game. You’re positive he doesn’t understand the pull he has on you, because you’d agree to anything the second he asked. 

After you agree, you can’t help but feel your heart twinge at the smile spreading across your face and you fight the urge to poke his dimples. You love his dimples. His smile lines. The softness near his eyes. You shake your head, directing your gaze back to the forest on the screen as you avoid the fluttering in your chest. 

After your question about the clothes, he nearly jumped up, rummaging through his closet to find something for you to wear. After a few minutes, he throws the shirt at you, which lands square in your face, knocking you over. You pull the shirt off your face, sticking your tongue out at him as he joins you back on the bed. 

You keep a respectable distance when you sit together on his bed, obviously. You can’t even look at him without exploding. And whenever he touches you, all you can think about is his soft, nimble fingers running across your skin in the night, touching all the parts of you that were hurt. 

But every once in a while, Eren will brush his hand against yours while reaching for his phone, fix your hair behind your ears because you ‘look like a garden troll’, and claim you have a stray eyelash on your face just to press his fingers against your cheek. 

You think it’s an excuse to touch you, that it can’t all be a mistake, but you’re also well aware that Eren can make you a little delusional. You ignore the validity of the situation all together. The less you think about his fingers on your skin, the better. 

You hold the shirt up, inspecting it. Your throat drying when you realize what it is. His jersey. 

“Eren. I can’t wear this.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to wear it while you’re playing?” 

“I have another one. Plus, all the girls wear jerseys to the games. Annie’s wearing Armin’s honorary jersey.” 

Annie’s not a normal girl, she’s Armin’s girlfriend. All the girlfriends wear jerseys to the game. You turn to face him, an uneasy expression pressed on your face. He rolls his eyes, his hand making its way to the top of your head. He sticks his fingers into your scalp, applying soft pressure. 

“Why are you thinking so hard? It’s just a shirt. I can find you another one if it bothers you that much.” 

He’s right. It’s just a shirt. To him anyways. It might mean something else for Annie and Armin and every other girl but for you guys, it’s just a shirt. 

You shake your head, agreeing to wear it to the game on Friday. 

 - 

The game rolls around and you’re currently seated in the stands alone. You have superstitions to thank for that. 

Armin doesn’t play in the game, but helps the coaching team strategize where to put the best players. Hence, the honorary jersey Eren mentioned earlier. Armin’s been around the sport since he was a kid and knows all the players' strengths well enough to help assist in making plays. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it - Armin’s never the one at the center of the play, but definitely the mastermind behind it. 

However, Armin claims that they can’t win unless he’s wearing a very specific pair of blue shoe laces. Eren explained that superstitions mean everything to the team, even to him. Apparently, he refuses to play if he isn’t wearing his key necklace. Because, he’ll lose without it. Armin’s the same with the shoelaces. 

Annie was currently tearing apart Armin’s apartment, trying to find the shoelaces before they could start the game in a few minutes. Which left you alone in the stands reading the book you brought to kill the time. You’re not much of a soccer or sports fan - so you had contingency plans in place. You’re just here to support your friends and because Eren asked you to come. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling out your earphones to acknowledge the nudging. You find a tall, blonde man standing over you, gesturing if he could sit next to you. He has two other people with him, a man and a woman with dark black hair, who have to be one of the player's parents. You give them a smile, nodding your head that they could take the seats next to you. 

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” 

“Yeah, I have to read it for an assignment.” 

At the sound of his voice, you take a moment to really seep into the man’s features. He’s got blonde hair, thin circular framed glasses, and a full sported beard. If you had to guess, you would say he’s somewhere in his late twenties, just based on his looks and demeanor. You have a feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t really pinpoint where from.

“This is an interesting place to complete an assignment. What brings you here?” 

You shut the book closed, squinting your eyes around on the field till you find Eren running up and down the track. The game starts in a few minutes and he’s warming up before he takes his spot at the goalie stand. 

“That guy. He’s my roommate. I came to see him play.” 

The man nods, craning his neck to find who it was you were pointing at. You sit in silence, not interacting with the man or the other two people till the middle of the game. Annie still hadn’t returned, but they were surprisingly winning the game. It was neck to neck the entire time, Eren’s team barely scoring over them each time the whistle went off. 

You feel the fingers tap into your shoulder again, the blonde man staring at you. 

“I’m going to go get water from my stands for my parents. Did you want anything?” 

You can’t ignore the growling in your stomach and the dryness in your throat - you had been screaming for a better half of the last hour. You never knew sports could make you so passionate. You dig for your wallet in your pocket, pulling out way too much cash for a simple bottle of water. You reach for his hand, squeezing it twice before speaking. 

“Thank you so much, really. It’s very kind of you to ask me. If you could get me a snack, that would be great. Here’s the money for it, you can use it for your parents' water bottles too.” 

You place the bills in his hands, turning your neck back to find Eren running on the field. You feel bad, but the only thing you can focus on is him. He’s so coordinated, like a figure skater on the field. Watching him lace the ball through his feet to avoid other players taking it from him felt somewhat hypnotic - but you think that’s more about how Eren looks and is, rather than how he’s playing. 

As the blonde man turns to leave, the woman slides into his seat, leaning over to talk to you. She has golden brown eyes, which are warmly peering into yours. 

“You’re really into the game. You’ve been following it really closely.” 

“I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. This is actually my first time coming to a game.” 

“What made you decide to come today?” 

“Eren Yeager. He’s number eleven, running on the right side of the field. He’s a really good friend of mine and he asked me to come. He cares a lot about the game and I care a lot about him, so I just had to come when he asked me.” 

She presses her hand over yours, squeezing tight. You can see her eyes glimmering at your words, though you’re not entirely sure why. You can’t place it but she seems familiar too. You’re having a weird sense of deja vu from the game all together. 

“You’re a sweet girl, really.” 

You smile back, your heart tingling at her words. You’re distracted by everyone cheering at the field, craning your neck back to find Eren. You watch him sink the ball into the net, jumping to your feet at the sight of him stopping, a smile shining on his face as he watches the scoreboard turn in his favor. 

You swear you imagine the next part, but the looks everyone around you give you tells you it was real. He turns to the field, squinting till he finds you settled in the bleachers. He points to the net, signaling at the score he just made, and then points at you, a smile pressed against his face. You’re not sure what it means entirely, but what you are sure of is that his stupid smile was going to make your heart explode one day. 

 - 

Eren wins the game. Obviously. You watch his teammates lift him into the air, shuffling him to the end of the bleachers. You run down the steps, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You watch the players let him go and he meets your eyes, slowly walking over to meet you. 

You basically run at him, tangling your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, spinning you around for a few seconds before setting you down. You can feel his arms shaking, which you’re sure is the adrenaline from the rush of the game. 

“Ren. That was so fucking cool. You’re so cool.” 

“Yeah?” 

You can see the corners of his lips quirking up at his words, a warm look in his green eyes. 

“You’re amazing. You move so fast, I could barely keep my eyes off of you.” 

“You can’t do that anyways.” 

You smack his shoulder with the side of your arm, rolling your eyes at him. He’s not wrong. 

Before you can bite back, he looks past your shoulder, waving at someone behind you. You turn your neck to find the three people you were sitting with from before walking up, swinging their arms around Eren. 

You watch the man with blonde hair put his hand in Eren’s hair and affectionately shake his entire head, while the man and the woman envelop him in a hug. You’re thoroughly confused. 

“You know them?” 

“Do you know them, peaches?” 

“Peaches?” you hear the black haired man say, turning his eyes towards his wife and son. 

“Yeah, we were sitting together during the game.” 

He turns his neck, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.

“How did you guys know it was her?” 

“She has Yeager printed on the back of her shirt in huge letters. It wasn’t that hard to figure out she was the girl we were looking for.” 

The three of them turn to you, all of them smiling brightly. Eren pulls you closer, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N. These are my parents, Grisha and Carla, and my brother Zeke. They really wanted to meet you and I was going to introduce you to them after the game but they had other plans.” 

You can feel the gears settling into place in your head, the deja vu feeling making sense. The picture Eren showed you when you were sick, when you became friends - it was of them. His family. You just didn’t recognize them right away because they were way younger than they are now. 

You press your hands to all of theirs, the dread filling your chest. They knew it was you the entire time and you had no idea. Is that rude? Are they going to tell Eren you said that you cared about him?

“I’m really sorry I didn’t recognize you. Eren showed me a picture and I thought I knew you guys from somewhere, but the picture he had shown you was so old.” 

“He showed you a picture of us? He basically refused to show us any of you, he’s so secretive.” Carla responds, the shock pressed on her face.

“Just threaten him. He’ll give in eventually.” 

The three of them laugh, your heart tingling at the sight of their laughter and smiles. Okay, okay. Not too bad. They don’t hate you, that’s for sure. 

“I have a feeling he only does that for you.” 

You quirk your eyes at his dad, Grisha he said, and shake your head, dismissing the comment. He’d do it for anyone. You just know how to do it. You hear Annie and Armin calling you from the other side of the field, something about taking a picture of them. 

You shake all of their hands another time, giving them your brightest smile before letting your legs drag you to where Annie and Armin were standing. 

 - 

“No grandchildren till after graduation.” 

“Mom.” 

“I get it. She’s really cute, she’s sweet, it’s probably easy when you sleep in a bed together every night. But no grandchildren.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend. And she doesn’t sleep in my bed.” 

Eren feels Zeke smack the back of his head, turning back to glare at him.

“You get stupider as time goes on. That poor girl likes you so much.” 

Eren shakes his head, looking over at you from across the field. You’re crouched on the ground, taking a picture of Annie and Armin who have their arms tangled around each other. Of course, you’re crouching on the ground to get the best angle. 

Annie’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and he ignores the fact that all he can think about is you doing that to him. 

“No, she doesn’t.” 

“She told us she cared about you. A lot. And mind you, she thought we were strangers. She wasn’t trying to impress us as your family or your loved ones, she literally was just telling us, like she’d tell any other stranger who talked to her. She likes you.” 

Eren feels his dad come behind him, pressing dollar bills into his open palm. 

“It’s her money. Make sure you return it.” 

“She offered to pay, didn’t she?” 

They all nod, confirming his suspicions as he glances back over to you. Kindness was like breathing to you and he envied, admired, and loved it about you all at once. You were so...you sometimes, it hurt him. 

Eren gives Zeke one more shove for good measure, before stalking over to the field where you’re standing. He reaches over, pressing his fingers into the side of your shoulder. You turn over, your stupid doe eyes staring into his again. 

“Need something, Ren?” 

“I want a picture with you. Ask Annie and Armin to take it.” 

He doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the request and he curses your sweet little heart for making him like you more. 

Sometimes he feels like he can’t help it, like you could breathe and he’d love you for it. The way your nose crinkles, your chest rising and falling as it fills with air, he could love anything, even a stupid physiological act, if it was you. 

You hand Annie the camera, reaching over to press yourself against him. He reaches forward, squishing your face in his hand as Annie takes the picture. You run over, snatching the phone from Annie’s hand to swipe through the pictures. You accidentally land on the picture of Annie and Armin first, Annie pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Oh my god, I thought that was us for a second Ren. Imagine.” 

But he doesn’t have to. There’s already a picture of you two like that - you pressing a kiss to his cheek - from a while back. You just don’t remember it. 

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[karasukakikomi]

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭? 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭”

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Carla Tsukinami, Female Reader  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff (towards the end) 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Contains scenes of torture, blood, and violence  (Do not read if you are not comfortable with these themes) 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was requested by @diakaoni​ ​I had a lot of fun writing this one, it might be a little fluffier towards the end than I originally intended but regardless I hope it meets your expectations! 

The night was tranquil. Soft breeze ruffling the trees. The moon hid itself behind feathery clouds. Nothing remained out of place. Nothing but the blood-soaked cries of a girl resonating through winding halls. Shrill screams breaking the silent barrier of the night, carried into a dark abyss. 

You stood, wrists firmly captured by metal bonds chained to a stone wall. You pulled harshly at the thick metal links but they remained strong. It was futile. Carla had been watching you struggling in your metal restraints with an amused expression on his sharp features. At this rate you would be here forever. You knew that through your poor escape attempt, you had brought this upon yourself. But that did not make this situation any easier to deal with. You were being treated worse than livestock. Chained to a damp dungeon wall, eyed by a hungry predator. You could practically feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. 

Swiftly, Carla approached. 

“What seems to be the matter? Do you not like your gift?” He asked. 

“Carla… Please, I’m begging you..” You said, voice coming out in desperate cracks.

“I will not listen to your nonsense. More importantly, shall we begin?” He questioned. Not wanting an answer. 

His words caused your stomach to drop. Whatever he had in store for you was not going to be over quickly. It never was. 

“Why do you insist on defying me? I have told you many times escaping is no use? Did I not?” His tone deep with anger. 

“Because… I do not belong here. I cannot betray what I am. I’m not like you… I don’t belong in this place.” You responded trying to keep your voice steady. Not showing the fear that slowly polluted your senses. 

“I cannot understand your simple way of thinking. Why would you feel the need to stick to your principles? Especially when your own life is at risk,” Carla inquired. “You are nothing but a weak, powerless woman. So until I get this lesson through your head, I will do this.” He paused. Enclosing a strange metal object around your throat. A collar. It was fitted to a thin metal chain which looped around Carla’s hand. 

He tugged. 

A sharp metal clang filled the room before the collar squeezed tightly around your throat. You gasped as your breath was forcibly torn from your lungs. The crushing weight around your delicate neck grew. You found it hard to breathe. Wheezing for air, you struggled in your bonds. 

“Does that hurt?” He asked feigning concern. “Of course it does. When your pet misbehaves, you must keep them on a short leash… Like this.” Carla tugged with more strength. The cold metal, biting into your flesh.  You choked out. Your throat felt as if it was on fire, the hold threatening to crush your throat. 

“I'm sure you would love to be able to breathe. Maybe I will let you. Are you sorry?” Carla questioned you. He slackened his powerful hold on the chain. You wheezed, coughing desperately for air. 

“Yes! I-I’m sorry Carla!” you choked out. Your throat felt coarse and damaged. 

“That did not sound genuine. Nor do I think your lesson was even close to being learned.” He growled, clearly displeased by your apology. 

“Please! No! I truly am sorry,” your voice wavered. A tear cascaded down your cheek.

“Silence!” Carla’s powerful voice sounded.

The chain was released from his hand. It clattered to the floor. Turning he grasped an unseen object. You gasped for fresh air to fill your aching throat. Your watering eyes met the object in his hand. You struggled again. He brandished a whip. Its long tail split off into many ends.

 Sharp leather tendrils.

 Made for cutting into skin. 

You wanted to cry out, to break free. But there was no hope. You would not give up. Not if your bones were broken, or limbs crushed you would still fight him. If you were going to die here you would do it as you wanted. Not at his hands. He cracked the whip. You flinched at the sharp sound. 

“I still see much defiance in those eyes, Woman. We will take care of that,” he mused. 

With a powerful flick of his wrist, the whip struck. Wrapping its long leather body around you, its tendrils meeting its mark. The delicate skin of your side. It left a blistering pain behind. Like a hot iron being pressed into one's skin. A scream ripped itself from your aching throat.

 Another lash struck your upper leg. It left a bright crimson mark on your leg, drawing blood to your skin's surface. Another lash to the same place cut your delicate skin. Blood oozed from the thin wound. Tears sprung from your soft eyes.

“P-please,” was all you could manage to say.

He did not respond, the only answer, another strike of his whip. Engraving deep marks onto your flesh. 

You did not know how long this continued. You lost count. Numbing your senses you tried to distance yourself from the pain. Yet each strike left behind a new searing addition to the cuts which already clustered your flesh. Each strike, an extension of his anger. And the marks it left behind were proof of your mistakes. 

You looked up at him. Teary eyes locked on to his. They flared in anger, gold resilience burning into you. Your blood trickled down your battered state, pooling onto the floor, seeping into the stone cracks. The defiance in your eyes was no match for the horrific pain which clung from your wounds. 

“C..Carla. Do you know just how painful it is to be locked up? To be slowly stripped of your freedom?” You sputtered out. Broken sobs racking your beaten body. You shivered as tears trickled down your face. “I have a feeling you do. You know all too well what this is like. S-So why do you do this to me? Does it make you feel powerful? The way you-” Your words were cut abruptly short by a loud smack. 

His palm collided with your cheek. Searing pain followed the harsh smack. Your head turned forcefully to the side at the impact. You tasted iron in your mouth. Blood trickled from your parted lips. 

“Do not assume anything about me, Woman! You know nothing of me,” Carla seethed. He dropped his whip. It clattered against the stone floor like the chain of the collar before it. He turned and left. You screamed after him. Obscenities pouring from your bleeding mouth. But he did not turn back. Nor acknowledge your cries. He disappeared from your view. You sobbed and shouted until your throat was raw. Alone in the darkness once more. 

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The sound of sobbing and screaming did not cease. Even when the punishment was long over. Your cries echoed from the dungeon. Horrible, broken cries of a woman who was losing the will to fight. His usual satisfaction with these noises was replaced by a twinge of regret. 

Regret? He thought. No. Carla did not feel such emotions. But as your whining cries persisted, so did the ache in his heart. It grew unbearable to listen to. He made his return as the wails softened into sniffles. Your body hung limply, held by chains enclasped around your wrists. Barely clinging to consciousness. He unlocked the restraints from your delicate wrists. You made no attempt to fight him. Your small form collapsed into him. He caught you in your weakened state with ease. 

Holding your limp body in his hold, his chest tightened. Not with anger, a deep sorrow continued to fill his body.  Carla’s usually steady hold faltered slightly. Your battered, bruised form barely clinging to consciousness. Breathing, slow and shallow, you were in no shape to push him away. Staring down at the marks littering your soft skin held no satisfaction for him anymore. They were horrid, monstrous, and cruel. The cuts and bruises decorating your skin, like the results of a vicious mauling. The marks of a monster, Carla thought. 

Carrying you to your chambers, he stared down at your still form in his arms. This was a room you never wanted to stay in. With a bed you never wanted to sleep in.  More of a prison cell to you than a bedroom. Though furnished with a bed and a fireplace, that room held no warmth for you. Carla knew that. Carla knew that but did not care. 

He did not care. That's what he told himself. When he heard your cries echoed through the halls. When he heard your small fists pounding on the doors to be let out. 

He did not care. But when your soft eyelids fluttered shut, covering your teary eyes, he caught a glimpse of a face all too familiar. 

Krone.

Is this how his dear mother had felt? Was this how she felt when she was forced to stay by her cruel husband's side? When the pain and abuse had turned to numbness. When the will to fight had left her frail state. When every last torch of hope had burned to ash. Is this how she had suffered? Krone bore a kind, beautiful heart that was ripped and torn to pieces by waves of cruelty. A beautiful woman, driven to despair by a man who did not love her. Who only used her to fuel his growing ambitions. A meaningless pawn in a game she was born to lose. Is this what you had always felt? Carla did not realize. When you had sobbed and asked him with your pleading voice if he ever knew what being stripped of freedom was like. He did. He knew all too well. Yet this was a fate he was projecting onto others. He swore he would be nothing like his father. Like Geisbach. But this was exactly what he was becoming. A monster. Or at least you thought of him as such. 

He lied you upon your bed. He hoped you were aware of his actions but your slow, rhythmic breathing proved you to be in a deep state of unconsciousness. Sitting by your bed, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, a single tear rolled down his pale skin. Wiping it away quickly he rose before making his leave. 

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The days that followed were bleak. The moon, seeming to mimic your emotions, stayed hidden beneath a blanket of clouds. You did your very best to avoid Carla. Exchanging few words and only facing him when you absolutely had to. The pain of his brutality remained. Your muscles throbbed and ached. Every spot tender from the bruises that littered your body. Although your cuts were disinfected and wrapped, they too throbbed with a dull pain. Every glance at his golden eyes replayed your punishment. You swore you could still hear the brutal crack of his whip, or the deafening smack of his palm against your cheek. 

Tension filled the air between the two of you. Shin seemed to take note of both of your somber moods and steered clear of interaction. You now took your meals in your room. Not wanting to bear another minute of sitting across the table from that man. No amount of gentle classical music floating through the dining room could alleviate the atmosphere. 

Days floated away without incident until a note was slid under your locked door. It lay enclosed in a white envelope. A crimson wax seal hid its contents within the envelope. Tearing it open you unfurled the page. Written in neat, slanted cursive lines it read : “I request your presence in the garden”. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not even a signature. It didn’t take a genius to realize who it was from however. Anxiety welled inside of your stomach. You did not want to face the man who inflicted your wounds. But reason got the better of you. You would at least hear what he wanted to say, you thought. It was burdensome to remain in this tense environment any longer. 

-----

Entering the sprawling garden, Carla stood. The moon had revealed itself from the thick wool of clouds, illuminating your surroundings. He stood beneath a tree, whose branches hung low, bearing beautiful white flowers. Flowers which matched Carla’s strikingly platinum locks, you noted. He waited patiently, seemingly unfazed by your careful approach. Brushing the tendril-like cluster of flowers away, you stood before him both covered by the canopy of flowering branches. 

Carla remained briefly silent before finally speaking. The rumbling of his low, velvety voice held no resentment.

“Have you ever heard the story of a young woman named Krone?” He asked.

You shook your head in response. 

“I thought you wouldn’t have,” Carla offered a chuckle. “Well, Krone was a beautiful young woman. She was kind to all she met. And had a plenty large following to show for it.” He paused, his tone growing somber. “ However, she was trapped. Trapped in a place that she did not belong. Through her dark nights alone she always kept her chamber windows open. She found the sound of rushing wind to aid her sorrows. One night in particular, a cherry blossom flower swept up by the winds had floated into her room. Right in front of her feet. Its petals pure white, like her flowing hair. She was fascinated. Such flowers do not grow here though. She wondered how it had gotten this far. She longed to see another. Wanting to plant it, to see more of its beauty. But it could never grow in such a place. The soil was much too acidic for such a delicate plant. Things of that nature could never bloom in such an environment. Although she wished, another blossom never did come. But gratefully, Krone held onto the singular flower. Her symbol of hope. For no matter how dire her situation, those petals still shone pure white. Untainted, undamaged. And when the day came for that woman to take her final breath, through her final wish… A tree began to bloom. In this very garden you stand in. And the flowers it yielded were pure as snow…” Carla finished speaking, still touching the delicate flowers which flowed from the lithe branches. 

“She… she sounded very kind. It’s a shame that she never got to see how beautiful this tree turned out to be. She would have loved it.” You said staring in awe and the many small white flowers that grew from the tree like stars clustered in the night sky. 

“Indeed she would have,” He sighed. “But what I mean to say, y/n… Is that you are very much like these flowers. Like the woman who had wished them to appear. No matter how perilous your situation, you stay strong. You stay kind. Not showing an ounce of bitterness even when you are wronged. Though I’m afraid Krone’s story ended in blood and pain, your’s does not have to. I won’t allow it to. You, very much like these flowers…” He paused. Plucking a singular flower from its stem, “even when plucked, when carried someplace far away, are still quite beautiful.”

He approached you. Carefully he tucked the white flower stem in your hair. His hands were gentle and soft. He held no malice in his actions. His eyes remained warm, like pools of honey, filled with adoration. 

“I know I hurt you. I hurt you badly. I tarnished the trust of the woman I adore the most. I am not asking for your trust back in one day, nor for your forgiveness. It will take time. I am simply asking for one more chance. I do not deserve it, but one day at a time, I would like to make it up to you. If you don’t wish to stay here any longer, I understand. Your want to escape has been proven. The gates are open for you to leave.” Carla spoke slowly, his voice heavy with shame.

You felt a lump in your throat. Your eyes watered. He had hurt you. He had hurt you more than you had ever known. You suffered at his hands yet he was still no monster. He was still a man. deeply flawed yet still perfect. His insecurities being presented to you fully. 

You do not stand before a beast. 

You stand before a man who desperately longs for acceptance. 

Forgiveness was not easy, it was not simple. You saw his raw emotions poured out to you. He was truly regretful, not deserving of another chance in his mind. 

But you had never been one to sever the bonds of a relationship. Though brutally mangled, a singular thread remained. A singular spark of hope. 

This may not be your story to write, but you were going to try your very hardest to give it a happy ending. 

For like the white flower which floated into the chambers of a hopeless woman, you too were brought somewhere you do not belong. But your radiant petals ignited hope in all that gazed upon you. Under the moonlight you pulled Carla downwards into a tight embrace. You hoped that the two of you would last as long as the tree which blanketed your embracing bodies. 

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Diabolik Lovers - Christmas with the Sakamakis, Mukamis and Tsukinamis - 1.Door

warning : fluff, no use of Y/n , comfort, kiss

The calendar

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Sakamaki :

Chaos filled the house of the six half-brothers as their new bride, human though she was, began to decorate the house. At first everyone had ignored it, Shu had tried to sleep through it, Reiji had given her a warning look, Ayato even held out a bowl of takoyaki dough to her and would even have been willing to share it with her.

But even this didn't seem to dissuade her Kanato's candy attack, which he hoped would stop the noise, went wrong and he had to take a small Christmas star out of Teddy's hand. Laitos at least tried to get to her in his own way, but the more often he appeared with a Christmas coat, the more often she covered her body with tinsel.

Subaru also tried to get away - the last thing he wanted was to celebrate. But her partner would not be dissuaded. Over the last few months, she had done everything the vampires had asked her to do, some more brashly and brashly than others. She had improved her schoolwork as Reiji had asked, left Shu alone, made Ayato's takoyaki and played with Kanato.

She had even gotten involved with Laito's attempts and tended to Subaru's roses. ,,I'm going to celebrate Christmas, it's an important holiday... for me," she had announced at dinner, seeing the confused and unhappy looks on the brothers' faces.

But Christmas was approaching and the last time the immortal vampires had even begun to celebrate it, they had been children. They remembered their parents, but just as they remembered their father, this actually wonderful time with the humans was something the vampires hated.

But as the first snowflakes fell and the days went by on the calendar, she saw the six of them less and less. There were moments, and had already been several, when she appreciated each and every one of them.

Be it just a look, a smile or a brief touch. Even when she sank her fangs into her bride's body, there were gentle moments and permissive questions. But now she hadn't seen the boys since it snowed.

They seemed to have retreated into the shadows and whenever she came back from the town where she had bought new things, the villa was empty. "Christmas alone I'm happy" she thought with a sigh as she carried the sweet cake in her bag.

She knew that Kanato actually liked to eat it and yet once again no one seemed to be there when she walked through the big gate. Preparing herself to sit alone in front of a plate of chicken on Christmas Eve, she opened the door and closed it behind her.

But something was different. ,,Vanilla?" she murmured and looked around, surprised to see that lambs were hanging from the railings where she couldn't reach them, mistletoe was hanging from door frames and doorways and someone had baked cookies.

Venturing further, she placed the cake on the table in the living room. Suddenly felt a presence behind her and turned around. ,,You made this?" she asked in disbelief but full of joy and saw the six of them nodding.

Some had Christmas hats on while others had little badges in the shape of snowmen or reindeer. ,,Our blood deserves only the best".

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Mukami :

Christmas was familiar to the four former humans. They all knew Christmas as the day of the year when love and joy in the family was most important. The community and being together was what mattered. The Mukamis, although not officially a family, had a bond that held them together and always would.

Together through the cruelty as humans that had been done to them, they had endured every day. But Christmas was the one day when all they remembered was the cold. How they could barely move their limbs.

Their clothes were so short that they feared their toes and fingers would freeze off in the morning. They associated Christmas with nothing but pain. In contrast to their Eva, the young human woman associated Christmas with humanity, warmth and devotion to love and family.

The sweetness of cookies and cakes as well as the hearty meat and the candles that lit everything up. The big green Christmas tree in the living room and the baubles that were hung on it together.

,,Please, you seem to mean it well, but this is just a torment for us," Ruki said and looked up from his book. Azusa seemed to want to hide behind his bandages, Kou looked deeper into his magazine and Yuma ate lots of pieces of sugar. None of them wanted to know anything about it.

A fact that she initially accepted, knowing only fragments of the pain the four of them had suffered and had to suffer to become what they were today. But in the end she didn't give up, they had to overcome their memories and her Eva would help the four of them.

With a lot of persuasion and overcoming, she finally got the four of them into the kitchen for a little rehearsal. Try making cookies as a team," she suggested and they all saw nothing but love and devotion in her smile.

Kou, with his ability, also checked this out and nodded slightly. What almost ended in an argument at first was a laugh between the four of them by the end of the day. Azusa had managed to make his cookies look like black coal.

Ruki's cookies looked perfect on the outside only to crumble on the inside, Kou had used too much sugar and Yuma's cookies had a hard inside but seemed to crumble on the outside. ,,This...isn't...necessarily...Christmas," Azusa mumbled and she put a hand on his shoulder, giving him an encouraging look before touching the other's hands.

She saw the realization in the others' eyes that behind all the laughter was understanding that it didn't have to be painful. ,,It's Christmas now," she said and the others agreed. Instead, they did a Christmas thing together every other day until in the end it was truly a Christmas full of joy and love for all of them at the Mukami house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tsukinami :

The two brothers knew a lot, they actually knew everything there was to know. They knew the importance of their destiny and the destiny of their wife.

They had learned a lot about the world of vampires and the bloodline during the time she was with them. In return, the three of them had developed a relationship based on love, not hate.

A love that could withstand a lot, be it Shin's temperament and feelings or Carla's illness Endzeit. They had endured a lot until one day their love told them about a human holiday.

,,Christmas Eve is a day of family and joy, forgiveness and coming together," she tried to explain and saw that Shin was already yawning and Carla seemed to be thinking. She even doubted that the two of them knew anything about Christmas.

When it came to similarities, they were a lot more different. ,,A holiday then," Carla murmured and she could see behind his bright eyes that he seemed to be thinking while Shin was probably thinking about it in his head.

She had no idea what else they would find out about this special day. Without her realizing it, the two of them tried to find out more and more as the future wife of the two of them, she deserved to experience this day in a special way.

Leaving everything they could find about it in books, it was Carla who made plans, Shin who gathered things together while keeping their mutual love happy to keep her away from the surprise.

A fraternal fall until the snow fell, the temperature seemed to drop even in the other world, and everything went according to the law of nature.

She was called out of her room by the two of them and she was worried that it was something bad. She had seen less and less of Carla and Shin always seemed to want to dissuade her from doing something. Before she stepped into the great hall, she was met by warmth coming from the fires in the fireplaces.

The crown lit up and from somewhere she heard classical music that seemed to dance around her and through the room like a light dance. ,,Welcome to your Christmas," Carla greeted his beloved and gave her a kiss on the back of the hand while Shin hugged his love and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ,,Can we get started?" the redhead asked, grinning at her before they both took her hands gently and began to move around the hall to the beat of the music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Happy first day of December

[married-to-google-translater]

William Moriarty is here

Claude is here

Yandere Carla Tsukinami

You've met for the first time Carla is kidnapping you.

You really have never seen him before.

But apparently he's been watching you for a long time.

And now he has finally decided to announce that you belong to him.

You didn't know what the fuck was going on.

But you thought it was best to stay calm and think sensibly.

And it makes sense now to obey him.

Carla would be happy with your behavior.

Really satisfied.

We all certainly know how dominant a man he is.

And he enjoys that, you are obedient.

(Maybe too much.)

And it is good that you are calm.

Carla assures you that as long as you obey him, nothing bad will happen to you.

Carla assures you that there is something special about you.

And that you are the perfect mother to her children.

Yes, Carla starts talking about the children on the first day of the abduction.

Who wouldn’t want children with their abductor?

Surely they will become as normal as their father.

your opinion will not be asked

[venusflytrpp]

Dear anonymous - Carla Roson

Warnings ❌: loss of a parent, slight blood injuries… I think that’s it 🤷‍♂️

(Reader is a female has and has two dads: Father(Demitru) and Dad(Michael) )

You met Carla at one of the lowest moments of your life.

The only child of a well renowned musician, so the media was constantly breathing down your neck. On top of that your father had died less than a month ago and your dad, rather than sit you down and talk about it, continued his world tour. Telling the media that it was the best way to honour his memory rather than take time to himself.

But you’d come to the conclusion that seeing you was a reminder of him, too painful for you dad to come home to a resemblance of the man that he loved. You had your fathers eyes so you couldn't blame him because you’d suffered the pain every time you looked in a mirror and saw HIM.

Funnily enough it was during one of your breakdowns in the bathroom that Carla found you. Huddled up in the bathroom fists clenched to your chest and the main mirror broken in pieces with a huge hole in the middle. It didn't take a detective to realise that you’d punched the mirror.

Carla had been watching from afar the slow deterioration of your mental state for the past few weeks. She’d only ever known you as someone from Polo and Guzman’s childhood, apparently drifting apart as you grew up. Going from the charming young woman to the little girl who walked back into class with tears in her eyes to grab your bag once you’d been pulled out of class and told about your father’s death.

Against her head telling her to get out of the bathroom and let whatever adult found you to deal with this. She made her way towards you avoiding pieces of glass scattered around her feet. At your side she ducks down to your level, hand on your knee.

“Y/n…” she calls your name quietly. Your head doesn't move from its position on your knees. She tries again calling your name softly causing you to lift your head slightly realising that someone is calling out your name.

Honestly, Carla was the last person that you expected to see; turning towards your side. You expected a teacher who’d heard from the hallway or any other person from the class you'd dashed out of. So turning to see Polo’s ex would be a shock to anyone.

With your throat dry - your hoarse voice replies “what do you want ?”

If it was anyone else Carla probably would have taken offence to your question but to be honest she didn't know where to go from here. So she just lifted her hand off of your knee and moved it to your other hand that wasn't clearly bleeding onto your shirt. Grabbing your hand, she moves to get up pulling you with her.

���Come on, lets go”

You move to object but for some reason you were curious as to how this would play out so you just nod your head, keeping your fist hidden under your blazer but there was nothing you could do about the blood on your shirt so you just left it.

Carla steps around the glass with your hand still in hers but from the crushing of glass coming from your shoes she could tell you didn’t have the same worry. She momentarily hesitates by the door wondering if classes were over and by the noise coming from the hall she’s proved correct.

“You can go if you want to, I can't say it's very flattering to be seen with me these days.” Your voice breaks the silence. This causes Carla to roll her eyes and move to open the door.

“You think the worst of me Y/n” She replies, opening the door anyway.

The main exit wasn’t far from the girls bathroom but the path just happened to be the busiest in school. So it wasn't a surprise when Carla bumped into Polo causing you to come to halt. The weird tension between the two of them was already uncomfortable but you could bet that the fact that you two were holding hands may have made it worse.

Looking down at your hands conjoined Polo’s eyebrow raises and he starts to stare you down, eyes fixating on the blood red stains against your usually white shirt.

“Where are you going in such a rush ?” he asks Carla, causing her hand in yours to tighten.

“Home” She replies not feeling the need to give him anymore of an explanation

“With Y/n ?” He asks again, Just now you come to the realisation that Polo’s isn't the only attention that the two of you had managed to gather. Already there are people gathering by the lockers nearby trying to take notice of the state of your shirt and the marquesa’s hand in yours.

Noticing this Carla hastily replies “Yes, now we are leaving”

Leading the way she quickens her pace getting out the door and towards her driver who was clearly expecting her. This causes you to wonder as it's only midday so school wouldn't be over for at least another few hours.

—

Arriving at her house she moves towards the front door with you still standing by the car.

“You’ve come this far you might as well enter the house you know.” She calls behind her then calls out for one of the workers to bring a med kit thinking about your fist which had only just about stopped bleeding in the car proving the point that it was a deep cut.

This triggers you to rush to catch up to her as she’s already seated on the nearest sofa. You awkwardly stand in front of it not really knowing where to go from here. Her eyes rolled again.

“Your hand can't be treated if you're standing, just sit down and they'll take care of it.” You take the offer and perch on the sofa as a man takes a nearby chair sitting in front of you, reaching out to take your hand. With some hesitance you give it to him and he gets to work with the antiseptic and bandages. You flinch and grunt as he works but the glares that Carla gives you anytime you move to take away your hand cause you to suck it up and let him do it.

“Why did you bring me back here ?” You ask the question that was on both of your minds, Carla being confused herself as to why she was here with you instead of class.

“You seemed like you needed to get out of there so I got you out of there. Does there need to be another reason?” Looking you in the eyes she replies thinking that was a justifiable response.

“We don’t talk and the most you know about me is whatever I presume Polo ever told you and anything you've seen in the news. So forgive me for asking.”

“I didn’t exactly see you say no at any point so I just assumed you were on board.” she answers again but seeing how that may not be enough she adds “You’re right I don't know you but it wouldn't hurt to. Would it ?“

This seems enough so you reply “No it wouldn’t but like I said in school you're probably not going to gain anything from this so what do you wanna know ?”

Without hesitation she asks “What did the mirror do to you ?”

A slight laugh leaves your lips causing Carla to smirk, happy she managed to get a laugh out of you. Taking a moment to read between the lines of her question the smile drops slightly into a sad one. Thinking back to just over an hour ago when your music teacher couldn’t take the fucking hint and stop bugging you about your parents sponsoring some festival the school wanted to host.

“Mr Riba can’t take a hint” you snarl as Carla’s eyebrow raises prompting you to go on “He thought enough time has passed for everyone to stop walking on eggshells around me concerning my fathers death so he, in the middle of the class, decided to ask me about the sponsorship that my parents were going to provide, full well knowing that it was my father that had the idea in the first place”

“I mean forget about the way he asked in front of a classroom of nosey teenagers but he's asking me about money for the wealthiest school in the country that was supposed to come from my dead father”

As soon as the word ‘dead’ left your lips you wished you never said it. The tears well up in your eyes for the seemingly hundredth time that day, threatening to slip out. The last person you wanted to cry in front of had taken the seat of the worker that was cleaning your fist. She doesn’t move to touch you or say anything knowing that there was nothing she could say or do to make this better.

“I’m sure we could get Mr Riba fired” Your non-bandaged hand rises to rub at your eyes as a watery laugh rips out of your throat.

“We?” You question

“Yeah, we. You’ve told me so you can’t leave me out now” Another smile graces your face, one that reaches your eyes.

“Don’t worry, you're right, you know too much.”

You and Carla spend the next few minutes planning ways to get Mr Riba fired knowing you probably wouldn’t follow through.

Probably.

—-

It’s late by the time you realise you’ve probably intruded long enough so you rise out of the comfortable position you’d moved into, sprawled out on the sofa with Carla opposite you on the other side.

“Lo siento, I’ve practically taken your whole day- “

“Don’t apologise I dragged you here remember? “ She smirks, causing you to nod.

You walk towards the door passing the worker who fixed you up saying thank you, shaking his hand and sliping two hundred euros in his hand, walking away before he got the chance to give it back. Reaching the door you grab the handle turning back to Carla.

“Thank you, en serio, I really needed that. You're not as cold hearted as they say.” you finish with your lips curling up in a teasing smile.

She just rolls her eyes feeling the need to pull you into a hug. Taking your hand on the door she pulls in round her waist moving her arms to your shoulders, encircling you in a hug.

“I don’t do this for anyone, consider yourself special” after a moment she pulls away looking in your eyes “Anytime Y/n. I mean, it doesn’t seem like you have anyone in school except for Rebeka.” She slightly grimaces at this.

Eyebrows raised, you ask “What, is the marquesa jealous ?”

Her face drops “You wish. You should probably leave now.” She turns you round pushing you towards the door as you grab the handle opening it.

You laugh “alright, alright i’m leaving no need to get annoyed”

A cough at the door causes you to straighten up and Carla’s hands drop as she moves from behind you to your side.

You’d always known Teodoro Roson was a serious man with a cold stare from seeing him around at high class parties your parents had been invited to but being on the receiving end caused chills to ripple down your spine.

“Mr Roson, Good evening, I was just leaving.”

Raising his eyebrow at the obvious he replies “ Y/n Caregula, I can see that but what's the rush join us for dinner. I’m sure Carla wouldn’t mind.” He turns towards her, giving her a patronising look.

Luckily for Carla you can tell when you're not wanted. “No, that's fine, no ones waiting for me at home but I’m sure somethings prepared.” The wide grin you sport seems to only irk her father, enlightening you further at his slight discomfort.

“Well, that’s fine then my driver will take you home as I didn't see a car here for you.”

You take him up on that offer as it seems you forgot about the getting home part as Carla had taken you straight from school. “Thank you sir” He seems to be lightly appeased by the respect you're showing. Turning towards Carla you tell her “Thank you again for today Carla” Confusing her father as to what today was but she just responds with a nod acknowledging your thanks.

“Get home safe Y/n”

You nod walking down the front steps approaching the open car door when Teodoro calls out behind you.

“Oh and sorry for your loss Y/n, he was a good man”

So you just nod still entering the car not feeling the need to look him in the eye. Once in the car you just face the driver telling him your address, not turning towards the window till you're out of the compound.

A part of you wants to turn around and punch the man for talking about your father like he was an afterthought, like he wasn't your every waking thought for every hour of every day. Another part of you was just so tired not wanting to deal with Carla’s dad right now.

AN: that’s part one down, part two soon then I’ll get to writing more for this and other fandoms !

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: while working as a bartender at Prospero's Orgy, a masked woman follows you into a storage room.

warnings: 18+ only -> mdni. verna x fem!reader. f/f. smut. fingering. slight dom/sub vibes. no spoilers (that i know of). no beta.

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: tbh, I’ve only watched 2 eps so far but I had to write something with her. I don’t know anything about the series so forgive me if there are inaccuracies.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Booming music shakes the walls of the old, brick building as you make your way to the storage room. You’ll be amazed if the orgy goers don’t drink their way through all the liquor before the night even properly begins. You heard someone mention something about midnight and rain. You pray your boss will let you go home before all hell breaks loose.   

You unlock and shove open the storage room door with a sigh. This was not really your kind of scene. You could handle yourself in a bar and catered events, you’d worked plenty of them before but an orgy? You don’t know why you signed yourself up for this. Sure, the money was good but the moment you stepped foot into the abandoned facility, the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

The room was dank and barely lit as you graze the various shelves for a case of Glenfiddich. You find the last case on the floor near the back of the room when the storage room door creaks and then shuts with a bang.

Fear prickles your skin.

It’s probably some horny couple looking for a secret place to get off. Still, you clear your throat before nervously calling out, “Hello?”

You scream when a masked skull turns the corner of one of the shelves. You walk backward until a coarse brick wall catches your clothing and halts your retreat. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” A gentle voice says from beneath the mask. The woman is draped in a hooded, sparkly red cape that barely covers her body. The black lingerie she’s wearing underneath leaves little to the imagination.

You clutch your chest as you’re taken aback by the stunning blonde when she unties her mask and reveals herself.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She admits, stepping closer before setting down her mask on one of the shelves. “I saw you from across the room and I…” she trails off looking at you as if she’s seeing the sky for the first time.  

“Oh my. Aren’t you precious?” She coos, stepping closer. Blonde hair frames her face like a halo although something in your gut told you she wasn’t an angel.

Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never seen such a beautiful woman so up close before.

“What are you doing in such a place?” She ponders with curious eyes. They travel the length of your body and back again. Something wicked and dark encases those hazel orbs making you swallow down the lump in your throat.

Your cheeks burn as you stumble over your words. “Bartender- I’m a bartender.” You catch your bottom lip with your teeth and tug unconsciously on it. Your flight response kicks into high gear as the lady in red seals the gap between your bodies.

You whimper as she presses her barely clothed frame against yours. The brick wall behind you leaves no chance of escape as your heart bangs steadily against your ribs.

“Shh. There’s no need to be nervous.” She states softly while cupping your chin in her palm. She drags a perfectly manicured thumb across your bottom lip and tenderly releases it from your teeth. “You’re something I rarely encounter.”

You’re frozen in place, like a deer in headlights, waiting for the inevitable when she leans in and time stops. She brushes her lips over yours, so tender and soft, you try to keep the whimper that bubbles up at bay but to your embarrassment, it escapes.

She pulls away with a grin. “You really are precious.” The apple of your cheek is warm under her thumb as she rubs the soft patch of skin. “So sweet. I’d love to hear you sing.”

Your brow quirks until you feel her hand sliding down your belly. She catches your wild eyes in a firm stare. “Tell me to leave and I will.” She states while lifting the hem of your skirt and snaking her hand beneath the material. “Or will you allow me to experience your seraphic nature?”

Your core clenches as she palms your mound when you don’t send her away. Her nails drag playfully over the thin cotton of your panties before she tugs them to the side and finds your molten heat. An illicit sob tears from your lips as she teases your dipping folds with deft fingers. 

She strums your core with expertise leaving you a wanton mess in her grasp. Her thumb circles your clit with tight movements, drawing your bliss out and into the open. Your mouth drops in an ethereal sound as she takes you apart with ease.

She smothers her body over yours, her lingerie covered breasts close to spilling as she secures you against the brick wall even harder. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl.”

She laves at the softness of your neck, feeling the pulsating beat beneath the thin flesh as she drowns you in pleasure. Her tongue leaves a hot, wet trail over your neck and down your clavicle as you shake under her lewd touch. 

Two deft fingers curl their way into your soaked channel, spreading and molding your warmth to her liking. She rubs along your velvet walls, finding which spots make you shiver and which make you sing the loudest for her.  

“It’s fun tasting the other side, isn’t it?” She asks despite your impending rapture. Her hazel eyes glimmer with wickedness. “The grime. The debauchery.”

Wet, sticky thwaps fill the room as she spreads you open. She drinks down every moan and gasp that tumbles from your lips as she fucks with her fingers you into abandon. She tips your head to her chest as she pulls one of her breasts free from a lacy lingerie cup.

“But you’re one of the good ones, aren’t you?” She claims as she feeds you a firm breast. You groan into her flesh and suckle the nipple she offers. You twirl your tongue around the pert bud and relish the soft gasp that she lets loose.

“That’s a good girl.” She praises while stroking the base of your skull and scissoring her fingers against your slick walls. Your essence drips down your thighs, staining and marking your skin but you could care less as this strange woman makes you feel things you never have before. 

She hooks her fingers and grazes that spongy spot behind your clit and your body goes ridged. Every nerve in your body sings, wanting to cry out and praise her for choosing you. Your hands lock onto her shoulders, too afraid to let go, worried that if you move she’ll disappear and it’ll all have been a dream.

“It’s alright.” She coos, her eyes growing soft as your core quivers around her digits. “Let go, my precious girl. I’ve got you.”

The knot buried deep in your belly snaps. You come with a raspy wail against her chest, riding out your bliss on her fingers while she holds you in her arms. 

She sucks her two cream coated fingers into her mouth and cleans them with a moan. Your mind goes numb at the image and you do your best to not crumble to her high-heeled feet.

“I must return to the party now.” She says, fixing the skull mask back over her face. She stares at you from behind the mask for a silent moment before weaving an arm around your back and tugging you with her toward the door. 

“You’re not supposed to be here. This isn’t the place for someone like you. Leave while you can.” Her tone left no room for argument even though you knew you were still on the clock. 

You catch yourself on the door frame and spin on your heel, catching her otherworldly gaze. “Will I see you again?”

The lady in red smiles under her mask. “One day.”

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