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couchlovers · 22 days ago

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I don't know if you write this, but if you did, you could do Carla Rosón x male reader who might be Samuel's brother, it could be set in season 1

Secret Affair

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Las Encinas was the epitome of wealth, privilege, and secrets. Y/N had known this much before stepping back onto campus. After all, their younger brother Samuel had spent months venting about the school’s hierarchy and its golden elite—none more infamous than Carla Rosón Caleruega.

Y/N’s first day back was anything but ordinary. Being Samuel’s sibling made them a topic of hushed whispers and curious glances. But Y/N wasn’t fazed. Unlike Samuel’s quiet demeanor, Y/N exuded confidence, carrying themselves with a charm that demanded attention.

It didn’t take long for the elite to notice.

Carla Rosón was perched on a sleek marble bench in the courtyard, her group surrounding her like satellites orbiting a star. When Y/N walked by, her gaze lingered just a second too long, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her carefully curated mask of indifference.

“Who’s that?” Carla asked, her voice silky but low enough that only Guzmán and Polo could hear.

“Samuel’s sibling,” Polo replied, tilting his head. “Transferred back from studying abroad. Supposed to be smart. And bold, apparently.”

Guzmán smirked, leaning closer. “Definitely bold. Look at the way they walk—like they already own this place.”

Carla said nothing, but her lips curved into a faint, intrigued smile.

Later that day, Y/N found themselves in Literature class, seated just two rows ahead of Carla. The teacher had assigned a group discussion, and it wasn’t long before Carla’s voice cut through the chatter, sharp and commanding.

“So, does anyone here actually have an opinion worth sharing?” Carla asked, her tone laced with condescension as her gaze flicked across the group.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Maybe if you stopped talking long enough to listen, you’d find out.”

The room went silent, and Carla’s icy blue eyes snapped to Y/N, narrowing slightly. There was a pause before she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Interesting. You’re not afraid to bite back.”

“Only when someone needs it,” Y/N shot back, holding her gaze.

Carla leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. “I like people who aren’t afraid of a challenge.”

“Good,” Y/N said, smirking. “Then this might be fun.”

The tension was palpable, a subtle game of power and wit unfolding between them. Carla wasn’t used to being challenged, let alone by someone like Y/N, and she couldn’t decide whether she was annoyed or impressed.

As the days passed, their interactions became more frequent. Carla seemed to appear wherever Y/N went—whether it was the courtyard, the library, or at parties hosted by Guzmán. And while their conversations were often laced with sarcasm and sharp retorts, there was an undercurrent of something neither of them could ignore.

At one particular party, Y/N found themselves leaning against a balcony railing, gazing out over the expansive grounds. Carla approached silently, a glass of champagne in hand.

“You’re different from Samuel,” Carla said, breaking the silence.

Y/N glanced at her, smirking. “Is that a compliment or an observation?”

“A little of both,” Carla replied, stepping closer. “Samuel’s sweet. Kind. You’re… sharper. Harder to read.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Not at all,” Carla said, her voice dropping slightly. “I like puzzles. And you’re proving to be quite the enigma.”

Y/N turned to face her fully, the space between them shrinking. “Be careful, Carla. Some puzzles are better left unsolved.”

Carla’s lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Before Y/N could respond, Guzmán called Carla from across the room, breaking the spell between them. Carla shot Y/N one last glance before walking away, leaving Y/N with the distinct feeling that whatever game they had started was far from over.

Back at home, Samuel immediately noticed something was off.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, watching Y/N as they stared at their phone.

Y/N shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About Las Encinas? Or someone at Las Encinas?” Samuel asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been spending a lot of time around Carla.”

Y/N glanced at him, their smirk returning. “What makes you think that?”

“Because I see the way she looks at you,” Samuel said, frowning. “And the way you don’t deny it.”

Y/N leaned back in their chair, their expression unreadable. “Don’t worry, Samu. I know what I’m doing.”

Samuel sighed, clearly unconvinced. “Just… be careful. Carla’s not who you think she is.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but their mind was already racing. They knew Carla was dangerous—enticing, manipulative, and far from trustworthy. But that didn’t stop the pull they felt toward her, a gravitational force that seemed impossible to resist.

And something told Y/N that Carla felt it too.

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It didn’t take long for Carla and Y/N’s tension to shift into something more tangible. The icy stares had melted into heated glances, and their sharp words carried undertones of flirtation. But for all the allure Carla exuded, Y/N wasn’t about to make it easy for her.

At Las Encinas, power games were a way of life, and Carla was a master at them. But Y/N wasn’t an amateur either.

The next time they crossed paths was in the library. Y/N had been sitting at a corner table, flipping through notes for a history assignment, when Carla appeared. She didn’t announce herself, didn’t ask to sit down—she simply slid into the seat across from Y/N, her presence impossible to ignore.

“You’re becoming predictable,” Y/N said without looking up.

Carla smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “Or maybe you’re just becoming easier to find.”

Y/N finally looked up, meeting her piercing gaze. “So, what is it today? Another attempt to figure me out?”

Carla tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. “Who says I haven’t already figured you out?”

“Please,” Y/N replied, leaning back in their chair. “If that were true, you wouldn’t still be here.”

Carla leaned forward, the space between them narrowing. “Maybe I’m here because I enjoy the challenge.”

Their eyes locked, the tension between them electric. Y/N was the first to break it, a smirk tugging at their lips as they picked up their pen and returned to their notes.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that, Carla,” Y/N said, their tone light but with an edge of amusement.

Carla sat back in her chair, her expression unreadable. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in control of the situation—and it thrilled her.

Later that evening, Y/N attended another of Guzmán’s infamous parties. Samuel had stayed home, still brooding over Marina’s secrets, but Y/N was determined to let loose. The energy in the room was high—music blaring, drinks flowing, and the usual crowd of elites mingling effortlessly.

Carla, as always, was the center of attention. She stood by the bar, her flawless appearance drawing admiring glances from everyone around her. But when her eyes met Y/N’s from across the room, the noise seemed to fade into the background.

Without hesitation, Carla excused herself from her conversation and made her way toward Y/N.

“You clean up well,” Carla said, her voice carrying over the music as she stopped in front of them.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of their drink. “You say that like you didn’t already know.”

Carla’s lips twitched in amusement. “Confident, aren’t we?”

“Always,” Y/N replied, their tone teasing. “But I think you like that about me.”

Carla stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating. “You think you have me all figured out?”

“Not yet,” Y/N admitted, their gaze steady. “But I’m getting there.”

Carla smirked, leaning in just enough for her voice to be a whisper. “Careful, Y/N. You might not like what you find.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but they didn’t let it show. “I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

The intensity of the moment was broken when Polo appeared, his arm brushing against Carla’s as he handed her a drink. “Carla,” he said, his voice light but possessive. “You disappeared.”

“I was catching up with Y/N,” Carla replied smoothly, her smile never wavering as she took the glass.

Polo glanced between the two of them, his expression shifting slightly. “Well, don’t let YN steal you for too long. He’s been looking for you.”

Carla nodded, but her gaze lingered on Y/N for a second longer before she followed Polo back into the crowd.

Y/N watched her go, a mixture of frustration and intrigue swirling in their chest. Carla was an enigma, a puzzle with pieces that didn’t quite fit together—but Y/N couldn’t deny the pull she had over them.

Back at home, Samuel noticed the shift in Y/N’s demeanor as soon as they walked through the door.

“You’re late,” he said, his tone pointed.

“Relax, Samu,” Y/N replied, kicking off their shoes. “I’m not a kid.”

Samuel crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. “Were you with Carla again?”

Y/N paused, their expression guarded. “What if I was?”

Samuel shook his head. “She’s not what you think she is, Y/N. She’s dangerous. Manipulative. You don’t know what she’s capable of.”

“Maybe I do,” Y/N said quietly, meeting his gaze. “But that’s my decision to make.”

Samuel’s frustration was evident, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he sighed and turned away. “Just… don’t let her drag you into her mess. She’s already ruined enough lives.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but Samuel’s words lingered as they lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. They knew Carla wasn’t the picture of innocence. They knew there were secrets lurking behind her perfect smile. But the more they thought about her, the more they realized they didn’t care.

Because somewhere beneath the icy exterior, Y/N could see glimpses of something real—something Carla was trying desperately to hide.

And they were determined to uncover it.

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The next few weeks at Las Encinas were filled with stolen moments and undeniable chemistry. What had started as sharp banter and teasing glances between Carla and Y/N was quickly morphing into something deeper—though neither was ready to admit it yet.

It began subtly: Carla would find Y/N between classes, pretending it was by coincidence. Y/N, ever observant, would notice the slight softening in Carla’s tone when she spoke to them, the way her walls seemed to lower, if only for a moment.

For someone like Carla Rosón, vulnerability was a dangerous thing. But with Y/N, it felt less like a weakness and more like a relief.

One evening, Guzmán threw another party at his house. As usual, the elite of Las Encinas gathered, the air thick with expensive cologne, champagne, and secrets. Y/N arrived late, immediately catching Carla’s attention from across the room.

She was standing near Polo and Lucrecia, but her focus was entirely on Y/N. She watched as they navigated the crowd with ease, exchanging polite nods and casual smirks, their confidence magnetic. When Y/N finally looked her way, Carla felt her breath catch—a reaction she was becoming increasingly familiar with.

Excusing herself from the conversation, Carla made her way toward Y/N.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice carrying its usual teasing lilt.

Y/N smirked. “Fashionably so. Did you miss me?”

Carla raised an eyebrow, but her lips twitched in a barely restrained smile. “You’re getting bolder.”

“Maybe I just know you like it,” Y/N replied smoothly, their eyes locking onto hers.

Carla’s confidence faltered for a brief moment, but she recovered quickly. “Careful, Y/N. If you keep playing this game, you might get burned.”

“Worth the risk,” Y/N said, stepping closer.

The tension between them was palpable, their proximity making it impossible to ignore. Carla glanced around, her mask of composure slipping slightly.

“Let’s get some air,” she said abruptly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading them toward the garden.

Outside, the cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat between them. The party noise faded into the background as Carla leaned against the railing of a terrace, her arms crossed as she studied Y/N.

“You’re different,” she said finally, her voice softer than usual.

“From who?” Y/N asked, leaning beside her.

“Everyone,” Carla admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. “You don’t play by the same rules.”

“That’s because your rules are rigged,” Y/N replied, their tone gentle but firm. “You act like you’re untouchable, but I don’t think that’s true.”

Carla’s eyes snapped to theirs, a mix of surprise and defiance flashing across her face. “You think you know me?”

“I think I’m starting to,” Y/N said, stepping closer. “And I think you’re more than the person everyone here thinks you are.”

Carla’s breath hitched as Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The gesture was simple, but it felt intimate—too intimate for someone like Carla, who was used to controlling every interaction.

“You’re dangerous,” she whispered, her voice wavering.

“Maybe,” Y/N replied, their hand lingering for a moment before pulling away. “But so are you.”

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. Carla’s walls were crumbling, and Y/N was standing there, ready to catch whatever she let fall.

And then she kissed them.

It wasn’t calculated or coy—it was raw, filled with a desperation Carla didn’t fully understand. Y/N responded immediately, their hands settling on her waist as they pulled her closer. The kiss was a collision of emotions—want, fear, and something deeper neither of them could name.

When they finally pulled apart, Carla’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven.

“This is a bad idea,” she said, though there was no conviction in her voice.

“Probably,” Y/N agreed, their forehead resting against hers. “But it feels right.”

Carla closed her eyes, letting herself lean into the moment. For once, she didn’t care about appearances or consequences. All she cared about was Y/N and the way they made her feel—seen, understood, and undeniably alive.

The next day at school, their dynamic shifted. Though they tried to keep their growing relationship hidden, it was clear to anyone paying attention that something had changed.

Carla’s lingering glances became longer, and Y/N’s smirks became softer. When their hands brushed in the hallway, they both felt the spark, even if they quickly pulled away.

But not everyone was oblivious.

Lucrecia was the first to notice, her sharp eyes narrowing as she watched Carla and Y/N exchange a brief but loaded look during lunch.

“Interesting,” Lu said, her tone dripping with curiosity.

“What is?” Carla asked, her mask firmly back in place.

Lucrecia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You and Samuel’s sibling. There’s… something there, isn’t there?”

Carla’s expression didn’t waver, but her heart raced. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lucrecia smirked, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever you say.”

As Lu walked away, Carla felt a pang of unease. Her relationship with Y/N was becoming harder to hide, and the more time she spent with them, the less she wanted to keep it a secret.

But in Las Encinas, secrets were currency—and Carla wasn’t sure she was ready to spend hers just yet.

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The thrill of keeping their relationship a secret only made Y/N and Carla’s connection more intense. Every lingering glance, every stolen moment felt like a rebellion against the world around them. But secrets had a way of unraveling, and at Las Encinas, nothing stayed hidden for long.

The first crack in their façade came during another Literature class. Y/N and Carla had been placed in the same group for a discussion, much to the amusement of Lucrecia, who was watching them like a hawk.

Carla tried to maintain her usual composure, keeping her distance and deflecting Lu’s pointed remarks. But Y/N wasn’t making it easy.

“Carla, do you agree?” Y/N asked during the discussion, their tone laced with playful mischief.

Carla looked up sharply, her icy blue eyes narrowing. “With what?”

“That the story’s protagonist only pretends to be indifferent because they’re terrified of how deeply they feel,” Y/N said, their gaze locking onto hers.

The room went quiet, Lu’s eyebrows shooting up as she suppressed a smirk. Carla, to her credit, barely flinched, though her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.

“I think they’re smarter than that,” Carla replied coolly, though her voice wavered just enough for Y/N to notice.

“Maybe,” Y/N said with a shrug, their smirk widening. “But sometimes pretending doesn’t make the feelings go away.”

The tension between them was palpable, and Lu wasn’t the only one who noticed. Guzmán and Polo exchanged confused glances, clearly sensing something beneath the surface.

After class, Carla pulled Y/N aside in the hallway, her expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

“Maybe,” Y/N replied, leaning casually against the wall. “Or maybe I like watching you squirm.”

Carla rolled her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it,” Y/N said, their voice dropping slightly as they stepped closer.

Carla’s breath hitched, but she quickly recovered, pushing them lightly against the wall. “You’re lucky I find you charming.”

“Lucky, huh?” Y/N teased, their hand brushing hers briefly before they stepped back. “See you later, Marquesa.”

Carla shook her head, but she couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto her face as she watched them walk away.

The next big test of their secrecy came at another of Guzmán’s parties. Y/N and Carla had arrived separately, careful not to draw attention. But as the night went on, staying apart became increasingly difficult.

They found themselves on the balcony again, hidden from the crowd. Carla leaned against the railing, her fingers grazing Y/N’s as they stood beside her.

“This is getting risky” Carla murmured, her voice barely audible over the music drifting from inside.

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” Y/N asked, their hand finally intertwining with hers.

Carla glanced at them, her walls crumbling once more. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said softly, leaning in. “But you’re worth it.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, a moment of pure vulnerability that neither of them could deny. But what they didn’t realize was that they weren’t as alone as they thought.

From the shadows, Lucrecia watched, her phone slipping back into her pocket after snapping a picture. Her smirk widened as she turned and walked away, already planning how to use this newfound information.

The fallout came sooner than either of them expected.

The next morning, whispers spread through the school like wildfire. By lunchtime, the entire student body was buzzing with rumors about Carla and Y/N.

Samuel confronted Y/N in the hallway, his expression a mix of shock and anger. “Is it true?”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Sam, I—”

“She’s dangerous!” Samuel interrupted, his voice rising. “You don’t know what you’re getting into!”

“I do,” Y/N said firmly. “And it’s my choice.”

Samuel stared at them for a long moment before shaking his head and walking away.

Meanwhile, Carla was dealing with her own fallout. Guzmán and Polo cornered her in the courtyard, both their voices low but furious.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Guzman demanded. “What are you even doing with them?”

“None of your business” Carla replied coldly, brushing past him.

But Polo grabbed her arm, his frustration boiling over. “You’re going to ruin everything, Carla. Don’t think I’ll let you drag us down with you.”

Carla yanked her arm free, her icy composure returning. “If you know what’s good for you, Polo, you’ll stay out of this.”

That evening, Carla showed up at Y/N’s house unannounced. Samuel was out, and their mom were distracted, so Y/N let her in without hesitation.

“I thought you’d be avoiding me” Y/N said as they closed the door.

“Not a chance,” Carla replied, her tone resolute. “If everyone’s already talking, we might as well give them something to talk about.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you want to stop hiding?”

Carla hesitated, then stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on their chest. “I’m saying I don’t care anymore. About what they think, about the consequences. I only care about you.”

Y/N’s heart raced as they pulled her into a kiss, this one free from fear or restraint. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N grinned. “You’re full of surprises, Marquesa.”

“And you’re full of trouble,” Carla teased, her lips curving into a smile.

The next day, they made it official.

As they walked into school together, hand in hand, the whispers grew louder. Y/N didn’t care, and neither did Carla. For once, she wasn’t hiding behind a mask, and the freedom was exhilarating.

When they kissed in the middle of the courtyard, the crowd around them erupted into gasps and murmurs. Guzmán looked furious, Samuel was conflicted, and Lucrecia simply smirked from her perch by the lockers.

But none of it mattered.

Because for the first time, Carla Rosón had chosen something—or other, someone—she truly wanted. And Y/N Garcia wasn’t going anywhere.

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The announcement of Carla and Y/N’s relationship sent shockwaves through Las Encinas. While most of the school buzzed with gossip, a few people took the news harder than others—Polo being one of them.

For years, Polo had been a constant in Carla’s life, the quiet and loyal counterpart to her icy demeanor. But seeing her with Y/N—a wildcard, someone who didn’t fit into their carefully curated world—unleashed something in him he hadn’t fully acknowledged: jealousy.

It started subtly. Polo’s glances toward Carla during class grew more intense, his usually reserved demeanor cracking. He’d linger in the hallways, always seeming to cross paths with her and Y/N.

Carla noticed, of course, but brushed it off. “He’ll get over it” she told Y/N one afternoon as they sat on the bleachers, her head resting on their shoulder.

“Maybe” Y/N said, though their gut told them otherwise.

The confrontation came sooner than either of them expected.

It was after school, and Carla had stayed late to finish a group project. Y/N had promised to wait for her, leaning casually against the lockers in an otherwise empty hallway.

Carla stepped out of the classroom, her bag slung over her shoulder, when Polo appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His face was tight, his usual calm replaced with something darker.

“Carla” Polo said, blocking her path.

“Not now, Polo” Carla sighed, attempting to step around him.

But Polo didn’t move. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t owe you anything” Carla replied, her voice cold.

His jaw tightened. “After everything we’ve been through, you don’t think you owe me at least an explanation? Why them?”

Carla’s eyes narrowed. “Because I wanted something real. Something you couldn’t give me.”

Polo flinched as if her words had physically struck him. His voice dropped, low and tense. “You think they’re better than me? You think they’ll protect you the way I did?”

Before Carla could respond, Y/N stepped forward, their presence commanding.

“They don’t need to protect her from anything,” Y/N said, their voice calm but firm. “Especially not you.”

Polo turned to face them, his jealousy flaring into anger. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Actually, it does,” Y/N replied, stepping between him and Carla. “You’re harassing my girlfriend, so yeah, I think it’s my business.”

Polo scoffed, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t belong here, Y/N. You don’t understand how things work.”

“I understand plenty,” Y/N said, their gaze unwavering. “I understand that you can’t handle the fact that Carla chose me. But that’s your problem, not hers.”

Carla, who had been silent until now, placed a hand on Y/N’s arm. “Let’s go,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

But Polo wasn’t done. “Do you really think this is going to last, Carla? People like Y/N don’t stay. They’ll ruin you.”

Carla’s eyes flashed, her icy demeanor giving way to anger. “You don’t get to decide what I want, Polo. And you don’t get to insult the one person who actually makes me happy.”

With that, she took Y/N’s hand and walked away, leaving Polo standing alone in the hallway, his jealousy festering.

That evening, Carla and Y/N found themselves in Y/N’s room, the day’s events still weighing on them.

“I’m sorry” Carla said, her voice soft as she traced patterns on Y/N’s hand.

“For what?” Y/N asked, tilting her chin up to meet their gaze.

“For Polo. For everything,” Carla admitted. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this because of me.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, their voice gentle but firm. “This isn’t your fault. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter what he or anyone else says.”

Carla smiled, a rare and genuine expression that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Y/N replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m in this with you, Marquesa.”

Carla laughed quietly, the nickname sounding more like a term of endearment now. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“Only when the girl is worth it,” Y/N teased, earning a playful shove from Carla.

The next day, Y/N and Carla arrived at school together, hand in hand as usual. But this time, they didn’t stop at the whispers or the stares.

As they passed Polo in the hallway, Y/N didn’t even glance his way, their attention focused entirely on Carla. And when Carla kissed Y/N in the middle of the courtyard—deliberately, as if daring anyone to object—it was clear to everyone watching that this wasn’t just a fleeting romance.

This was real.

Guzmán, Lucrecia, and even Samuel exchanged looks, the power dynamic at Las Encinas subtly shifting with every moment Y/N and Carla spent together.

For the first time in her life, Carla Rosón wasn’t playing by anyone else’s rules.

And for Y/N, standing by her side, it was a victory worth every challenge they’d faced.

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Polo’s jealousy had simmered for weeks, turning into something darker. Seeing Carla and Y/N together only fueled his frustration. He couldn’t stand the way Carla looked at them, how free she seemed—a version of her he had never been able to reach. In his desperation, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

One afternoon, Polo arrived uninvited at Carla’s family estate. Her father, Teo Rosón, greeted him with polite indifference, clearly surprised by the unexpected visit.

“Polo,” Teo Rosón said, gesturing for him to sit. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Polo hesitated for a moment, his resolve wavering. But the memory of Carla and Y/N’s kiss—public and unapologetic—steeled his nerves.

“I came because I’m worried about Carla,” Polo began, feigning concern. “She’s been… distracted lately. I thought you should know.”

Teo Rosón raised an eyebrow. “Distracted? How so?”

Polo leaned forward, lowering his voice. “She’s involved with someone who doesn’t understand our world. Someone who will only drag her down.”

Teo Rosón’s expression darkened. “Who?”

Polo hesitated, but then said the name with venom: “Y/N Garcia.”

The name hung in the air like a curse.

The fallout came quickly.

The next day, Carla was summoned to her father’s study. She entered cautiously, noting the cold anger in his expression.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” Teo Rosón asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Carla stiffened. “Not particularly.”

“Don’t play games with me, Carla,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the desk. “Is it true? Are you involved with that Garcia boy?”

Carla’s heart raced, but she met his gaze unflinchingly. “Yes.”

Teo Rosón’s expression twisted with disdain. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Associating with someone like that? It’s beneath you.”

Carla’s composure cracked slightly. “I don’t care what you think. Y/N makes me happy, and for once, I’m doing what I want, not what you expect.”

Her father’s anger turned icy. “If you think I’ll stand by and watch you throw away everything I’ve built, you’re mistaken. This ends now.”

Teo Rosón wasted no time. That afternoon, Y/N received a call from an unknown number.

“Y/N Garcia?” a voice asked when they answered.

“Speaking” Y/N replied warily.

“This is Teo Rosón. I believe you’re familiar with my daughter.”

Y/N’s grip on the phone tightened. “I am.”

“Then you’ll understand when I say this relationship is over,” Teo Rosón continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re not good enough for her, and I won’t let you ruin her future.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched, but they forced themselves to remain calm. “With all due respect, sir, that’s not your decision to make.”

Teo Rosón chuckled darkly. “You’re naive if you think this is a fight you can win. Walk away before things get worse for you.”

Y/N didn’t tell Carla about the call right away. They didn’t want to upset her, especially knowing how strained her relationship with her father already was.

But Carla noticed the shift almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” she asked one evening as they sat together in Y/N’s room.

“Nothing” Y/N said, avoiding her gaze.

Carla frowned. “Don’t lie to me. I know you better than that.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Your father called me.”

Carla’s eyes widened. “What?”

“He told me to stay away from you” Y/N admitted. “Said I’m not good enough for you.”

Carla’s expression hardened. “And what did you say?”

“I told him it’s not his decision to make” Y/N replied.

Carla smiled, her anger giving way to affection. “Good. Because I’m not letting him dictate my life anymore.”

Y/N pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Carla. No matter what he says.”

The next day at school, Carla and Y/N made a point of walking in together, their hands entwined. The whispers followed them as usual, but this time, neither of them cared.

As they passed Polo in the hallway, Y/N shot him a pointed look. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Polo.”

Polo opened his mouth to retort, but Carla cut him off. “Don’t waste your breath. You’ve done enough damage.”

She tugged Y/N down the hallway, leaving Polo seething.

Later that day, during lunch, Carla leaned in and kissed Y/N in the middle of the courtyard. The gesture was bold, unapologetic, and entirely deliberate.

“Feeling daring today?” Y/N teased, their hand resting on her waist.

“Just making a point” Carla replied with a smirk.

“And what point is that?”

“That no one gets to decide who I’m with but me” she said, her voice firm.

Y/N grinned, leaning in for another kiss. Around them, students stared and whispered, but neither of them cared.

Because for Carla and Y/N, this was just the beginning.

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Carla and Y/N’s relationship had become an open rebellion against the expectations set for them. Despite the tension and the growing whispers, they’d remained steadfast, even when the world around them was determined to tear them apart. But what Carla hadn’t fully understood was the lengths her father, Teo Rosón, would go to protect his vision for her life—no matter the cost.

It began with subtle intimidation. Y/N received anonymous messages, cryptic threats, and calls with hushed voices telling them to stay away from Carla. At first, they thought it was just a series of coincidences, a smear campaign led by Polo, who had already made his feelings clear. But when the situation escalated, they began to suspect something darker was at play.

One evening, as Y/N walked home from school, a figure appeared in the shadows near the park. They froze, a chill creeping down their spine as the person stepped forward—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cold, emotionless gaze.

“Y/N Garcia?” the man growled, his voice low and threatening.

Before they could respond, he grabbed them by the arm, pulling them into the alleyway. “Stay away from Carla,” he warned, his grip tightening. “Or things are going to get a lot worse.”

Y/N struggled, but the man’s strength was overwhelming. “What’s this about? Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of her father’s,” the man said, his smirk full of malice. “Teo doesn’t like people who cause trouble. You’re making things difficult for Carla. And for you, that means consequences.”

Fear gripped Y/N’s chest as they tried to break free, but before the situation could escalate further, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

“Let them go!” Carla’s voice rang out across the alley, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The man turned to see Carla, her face a mixture of fury and concern. “Get away from them!” she shouted, her eyes blazing.

Y/N’s heart raced as they watched Carla approach, her usual composure replaced by sheer determination. The man hesitated, then took a step back. Carla reached for Y/N’s hand, pulling them away from him.

“This isn’t over,” the man said darkly before retreating into the shadows.

Carla wrapped her arm around Y/N, her body trembling slightly. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice softer now, filled with concern.

Y/N nodded, though their thoughts were racing. “What was that about? Who was he?”

“He’s someone my father hired,” Carla admitted, her expression darkening. “He thinks he can control me by controlling the people I’m with.”

“Carla, we can’t just ignore this,” Y/N said, their voice strained. “This is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not going to let him get away with it,” Carla said fiercely, her jaw set in determination. “He’s crossed a line, and now he’s going to see how far I’m willing to go for you.”

Later that night, as Carla and Y/N sat together in Y/N’s room, the tension between them was palpable. Carla had insisted on staying over, taking care of Y/N’s bruised arm and making sure they were okay after the encounter.

“Let me see” Carla said softly, her fingers gently lifting Y/N’s sleeve. Her touch was tender, her gaze focused solely on the injury as she carefully examined the bruise forming on Y/N’s arm.

“You didn’t have to stay,” Y/N said quietly, watching her. “You’ve already done enough.”

Carla smiled softly, her fingers brushing against their skin as she applied an ice pack. “I want to take care of you,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled, their heart swelling with affection. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Carla’s lips quirked into a half-smile, her eyes softening. “I’m just doing what any girlfriend would do.”

“And what about your father?” Y/N asked. “What’s going to happen now? I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Carla shook her head. “My father will learn that I don’t take orders anymore. I’m done being controlled by him.”

The room fell into a heavy silence as Carla finished tending to Y/N’s arm. She placed a kiss on the bruise, her lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Thank yo” Y/N whispered, their voice thick with emotion.

Carla met their gaze, her lips curling into a tender smile. “You’re worth it.”

The next day, the confrontation was inevitable. Carla’s father called her to his office, his voice cold and demanding.

“You’ve made a huge mistake, Carla,” he said, his tone filled with quiet fury. “If you think this is going to end well for you, you’re wrong.”

Carla stood tall, her back straight. “No, father. The mistake is thinking I would ever let you control me again.”

Teo’s eyes narrowed, but Carla held her ground. “I love Y/N, and I’m not going to let you tear us apart. You can’t control my life anymore.”

Her father’s expression flickered with anger before it settled into a chilling calm. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice a low warning.

As Carla left his office, she walked straight into Y/N’s arms, her heart pounding but resolute.

“I’m not backing down” Carla said, her voice unwavering.

Y/N kissed her forehead, their arms wrapping tightly around her. “Neither am I.”

Carla smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

And though the road ahead was uncertain, with Teo Rosón standing as a looming threat, Carla and Y/N knew one thing for sure: their bond was unbreakable.

#netflix #elite x reader #elite #carla roson x reader #carla roson

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userhalsey · 24 days ago

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10 FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM 10 DIFFERENT TV SHOWS

I was tagged by @fadeintoyou1993 to list my ten favorite characters from ten different shows & then tag 10 people! thank you so much bru!! i'm not going to try and live up to your wonderful talent with my own gifs so i'll just list mine instead 🥲

tokio (la casa de papel)

dana scully (the x files)

regina mills (once upon a time)

sabrina spellman (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sarah manning (orphan black)

veronica lodge (riverdale)

toni shalifoe (the wilds)

bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries)

taissa turner (yellowjackets)

carla rosón (élite)

tagging: @narcobarbies @myrcella-lannister @lisa-swallows @hotgirlmeg @avasillva @normani-kordei @kathrynmhahn @jennifersbod @anyataylorjoys @woody-harrelson ♥

#tag.#love seeing all my girls together ❤️

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byesexualsatan · 4 years ago

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OTPS/SHIP LIST

i feel like you get to know people better when you know what they ship so... here’s a list of my past & current ships ?? im bored, can u tell?

also if u know me, ignore this ty

MILEVEN aka LITERAL KIDS PLS😭

mike wheeler and eleven/jane hopper from stranger things

otp in late 2017

personal hcs: they’re queer/bi.

eleven def uses they/them pronouns

tbh i prefer byler and elmax now

background ships i like: joyce/hopper, jonathan/nancy... steve being bi and robin being the iconic lesbian that she is

DAMONA aka simonte

... simona and dante from the argentinian series simona

LMAO this one is from when i thought i was straight

otp in 2018

uhh bi dante and pan simona bc why not

literally forgot they existed until now

please don’t bully me

i truly thought i was straight

background ships: marisiena, junior/ailín

i was one of THE FOUNDERS of this ship istg... i was THERE when we were deciding the ship name (i voted for simonte but damona won smh)

SIMBAR aka bi awakening

simón and ambar from the disney tv show soy luna

yeah... sorry

otp in mid 2018

they’re gay!!!

bi she/they punk ambar yesyesyes

totally forgot about them but they’re sexc af

so glad they were endgame

background ships: idk but luna is pan

STEVEBUCKY aka stucky aka the end of the line

so... steve rogers (captain america) and bucky barnes (the winter soldier)

otp in late 2018/early 2019?

personal hcs: trans steve, bi bucky

favourite fanfic trope: found family, high school smau

fuck endgame, all my homies hate endgame

background ships i like: thorbruce, scotthope, nat/sharon

im with u til the end of the line, pal :c

PERALTIAGO aka jamy

jake peralta and amy santiago from brooklyn nine nine

started shipping them in 2018/2019 (i have no idea)

personal hcs: bi jake

favourite fanfic trope: casefics, pretend marriage

(THEY’RE FUCKING MARRIED WITH CHILD NOW,,, BUT IN THOSE FICS IT WASN’T REAL YET)

background ships i like: gina and rosa, holt and kevin

PETERMJ aka spideychelle

peter parker (spider-man) and michelle mj jones !!1! from the mcu

otp in 2019

personal hcs: they’re both bi, mj is demisexual too

he/they & she/they solidarity

... trans/demiboy peter and demigirl mj🥺

fav fanfic trope: school trip to stark tower, meeting the parents/avengers, smau

obviously let’s ignore infinity war and endgame

background ships i like: ironstrange, pepperony, shuri/any woman

THORBRUCE aka gammahammer aka gays in space

thor odinson and bruce banner (hulk) from the mcu

started shipping them in 2019

personal hcs: thor also likes women

they both use they/them and neopronouns too

fav fanfic trope: university au, smau, no civil war, no infinity war

this one is from my stan twitter era

background ships: stucky, tony/strange, nat/sharon, scotthope

CARMUEL aka spanish sexiest couple

carla rosón and samuel garcía from élite

otp in late 2019

...they’re bi. bc yes. and he/they samuel.

she/vers carla sounds very sexc to me

i ‘shipped’ them in s1 simply bc they were both very hot and when it became canon in s2 i SCREAMED

deserved so much better.

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS aka i almost forgot about this one, sorry

crowley and aziraphale from good omens

uhh started shipping them in 2019/2020 ?

bi genderfluid crowley, non-binary aziraphale

idk they’re being anyways

fav trope: raising children!! confusing ppl bc crowley is sometimes a snake!!

background ships: uhh anathema & newton ig?

WOLFSTAR aka the one true way (and... puppies, too??)

sirius black and remus lupin from the harry potter saga

otp since 2020 (thank u, @aretheygayvideos)

personal hcs: he/they gay sirius, he/they bi remus

also love nonbinary remus and genderqueer sirius

fav fanfic trope: getting together !!!! FLUFF!!!!

background ships i like: jegulus, regulus/barty jr, dorlene, jily

VILLANEVE aka murdering wlw

villanelle and eve polastri from killing eve

s.s.t in 2020

she/they bisexual villanelle and pansexual eve

fav fanfic trope: flower/coffee shop :)

ty tumblr for spaming my dashboard when s3 came out bc that forced me to watch it to understand all the posts

sandra oh is the love of my life

ANDERPERRY aka this one is for the depressed dark academia folk

neil perry and todd anderson from dead poets society

started shipping them in 2020

personal hcs: nonbinary neil, trans todd, both gay/androsexual

demiboy/nonbinary todd has a special place in my heart

fav fanfic trope: ALIVE!NEIL, roommates

background ships i like: charlie/knox, meeks/pitts

ZUKKA aka my favourite blue/red gays

sokka and zuko from avatar the last airbender < 3

started shipping them in 2020

personal hcs: gay zuko, genderfluid and bisexual sokka

sokka has adhd !! zuko is autistic !

favourite fanfic trope: fake dating

background ships i like: suki/yue*, ty lee/azula/mai, kataang

* please go check out s4pphos’ ig edit of them

CASMUND aka royal pirate gays !!

caspian x and edmund pevensie from the chronicles of narnia

started shipping them in dec. 2020

personal hcs: bi caspian, mlm edmund

love bisexual and nonbinary edmund too bc 👉projecting👈

fav fanfic trope: just. the plot of the movies but gay.

background ships: the dawn treader (ha-ha, get it? bc ship? im so funny)

tbh i don’t REALLY ship them that hard i just hate caspian/susan lmao

(susan is a lesbian)

BELLARKE aka m/f sexual tension™

bellamy blake and clarke griffin from the 100

started shipping them in 2021

personal hcs: she/they/xe bi clarke, he/ze omni bellamy

favourite fanfic trope: single parent bellamy, modern au (college, roommates)

i saw 2 seasons with my mom and then moved so,,, fuck i gotta finish it

EXTRAS

the “i don’t really ship them but if they’re together it’s better”

ty lee and mai

john watson and sherlock holmes

suki and yue

regulus black and james potter

azula and katara

regulus black and barty crouch jr

bugs bunny and daffy duck

emma and mr knightley

carol danvers and maria rambeau

valkyrie and carol danvers

natasha romanoff and sharon carter

sam wilson and bucky barnes !!! (post endgame)

charlie “nuwanda” dalton and knox overstreet

dorcas meadowes and marlene mckinnon

azula, ty lee and mai

klaus hargreeves and dave

paul coates and alec hardy

cassie and maddy

jules and rue

rue and lexi

fleabag and the hot priest

. . . more to add, probably

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but-where-is-your-heart · 4 years ago

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Thanks for tagging me @cupcakeb & @farygray :)

Top ten six ships of all time (I could only think of six & they're in no particular order, or more accurately Carmuel on #1 and the rest kinda shares the price)

Carla Rosón & Samuel Garcia - Elité (what a suprise lol)

Sara Howard & John Moore - The Alienist

Teresa Lisbon & Patrick Jane - The Mentalist

Jess & Nick - New Girl

Kelly & Jorkie - Black Mirror (3 x 04, "San Junipero")

Love Quinn & Joe Goldberg - You (they're my ultimate crackship because seriously wtf, but hey they kinda found each other)

I'm tagging no one because I'm pretty late to this and think everyone has done it already? If not & you want to do this feel nominated by me <3

#tag game #ship game

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elite-polos · 5 years ago

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30 Days of Élite Fic ♛ Day 10: Truth Pairing: Polo x Carla Rating: T Notes: Kind of a missing scene thing/alternate event from S2 I guess?

“Tell them the truth, Polo. You know it’s the right thing to do. Just tell them the truth.”

Carla’s words ring in his ears. Polo has been struggling with this for too long. It’s been a matter of months since it happened, but to him it feels like an eternity. He can’t even remember what it was like to live without the burden of this enormous secret bearing down on him. He can’t even remember it enough to know if that’s what he wants.

If he stays quiet, he’s safe. He’s safe from going to jail, from someone exacting revenge on him, from the judging glares of everyone he knows. But he’ll always live with the thought in the back of his mind that he can’t seem to escape: he’s living a lie. A lie that turns into more and more lies every day.

For the past few months, he’s been driving himself crazy going back and forth between the two sides, but he keeps ending up back where he is. He just can’t make himself say the words out loud. I killed Marina.

He can’t say them out loud to anyone besides Carla.

Which is how he ended up here, standing outside her house, throwing pebbles up at her window to try and get her to let him in. He’d tried calling her and texting her before he finally got the impulse to just go to her house. After ringing the doorbell eight times, he’d come around to the back yard.

He needs to talk to her. He knows she’s in there, doing whatever she can to ignore him, but he’s not going to give in.

At a time like this, Carla is the only person Polo has. She knows that just as well as he does.

After just six pebbles, Carla’s head pops up in the window, just like Polo knew it would. She cracks open the window enough to talk out of it.

“What do you want?” she says, sounding unequivocally tired of his shit.

“I need to talk to you,” Polo calls up to her. “About...you know.”

“Polo, I already told you everything I have to say about that.” Carla moves to close the window, but Polo stops her.

“Wait! Carla, please.”

Something about the desperation in Polo’s voice makes Carla stop. She’s never really been the empathetic sort, never particularly moved by other people’s emotions. But hearing him plead, hearing his voice crack...it stirs something different within him, and she doesn’t know why.

Polo notices that she’s not quite shutting him out entirely, so he seizes his opportunity. “I just...do you really think it’s the best thing for me to do? To tell them?”

Carla swallows. “Polo, shh,” she chides him. “You’re yelling, anyone could hear you.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” he asks. “For this to finally not be a secret anymore?” Polo looks up at her, like a prince at the foot of a tower, except instead he’s waiting for the princess to rescue him. The irony is anything but unusual for the two of them.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Carla says, but even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not entirely convinced of them. It’s what Samuel has been saying to her, over and over again, so much that it’s been drilled into her mind. Truth equals right. Lie equals wrong.

“So I should do it,” Polo rearticulates. “I should go to the police station tomorrow morning and turn myself in, and that’s that?” He feels his palms start to sweat at just the thought. He had been hoping that he could come here tonight and convince Carla that she was wrong. If he and Carla are on the same page, then he’ll know he’s doing the right thing. With Carla, everything will be okay.

Carla wavers as she thinks of how to answer. She’s more uncertain than she’s comfortable with. This isn’t the Carla Rosón she’s been raised to be. Carla Rosón is confident, she’s decisive, she’s assertive. Now, it seems, everything has been turned on its head. Make up your mind, Carla, make up your mind, she implores herself.

“Because I’ll do it,” Polo continues. “You think I don’t want to stop living like this? I do. More than anything, I want this hell to end. I just need to know that’s really what you want. I’m lost without you, Carla. Just show me which way to go.”

Carla balls up a fist, digging her perfectly manicured nails into her palm. She’s willing herself not to be moved by Polo’s pleas. Not to react to his face looking up at her, so full of the emotion that she never learned to show like he does. She closes her eyes, as if she could block him out that way.

“Carla…,” he says, in one last attempt to get through to her. He must think she’s so cold-hearted, perched up there in her bedroom window, not even caring enough to open the door and let him inside. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

She doesn’t want to let him in because she knows she still cares about him. And if she lets him close to her, she won’t be able to deny it anymore.

There are so few people in the world that Carla cares for. But once she starts caring for someone, she can’t just let them go that easily. She doesn’t want to allow anyone to burrow themselves that deeply inside of her. The only person Carla should be looking out for is herself.

But Polo already has.

She looks down at him, the physical embodiment of despair. They’ve both grown up, but somehow he’s the same boy she fell in love with when they were twelve years old. Does she want to be the one responsible for ruining his life?

Carla takes a deep breath and, almost imperceptibly, lets a small smile curve her lips. Then she closes the window and pulls the blinds shut.

Polo can make up his own mind. She doesn’t want to be a part of this anymore.

Polo knows what she wants to say, even without her having to say it. He lets out half a sigh of relief. He’s not going to say anything. He’s going to keep living his life. To hell with the truth.

#30days #elite #elite fanfiction #polo x carla #polo #carla #i wrote a thing

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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

- Carla

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

pronoun: male, he/him/his

"I can't believe him sometimes." Lucrecia sighed dramatically as she swirled a glass of champagne, carefully watching the way (Y/N) engaged with Cayetana. She laughed along with whatever he said, hands touching on his arms and neck with a coy smile. It made Carla's blood boil.

They weren't serious. They couldn't be. For the sake of Polo, her ex and his brother. Their relationship had been simple at one point. A light-hearted rivalry filled with banter and teasing, even after Polo stained his hands with the blood of Marina. Then, it changed due to one too many drinks and poor decision making. (Y/N) wanted things to be normal, Carla needed things to change.

Lucrecia suddenly laughed and slapped her hand over her maroon-colored lips, eyes crinkling with amusement. "I just realized she looks like you, Carla." She giggled and Carla's jaw clenched.

"I thought she was your friend, Lu. Or are you only using her for status like you always do?" Carla spat and the amusement vanished off Lucrecia's face. The blonde turned on her heel and tossed her purse aside on the booth, steely eyes turning back to the two by the bar.

"Carla?" Lucrecia called questioningly but she ignored her, striding down the stairs and crossing through the dancefloor. Cayetana smiled widely at (Y/N) and she laughed, hand moving to rest on his forearm. Her eyes moved to look at Carla and immediately widened, retracting her hand faster than lightning. Carla only had to arch a brow for Cayetana to bid him goodbye and go the other way.

"Carlita," (Y/N) sighed and leaned back against the bar, turning to look at her in mild annoyance. She took Cayetana's spot and eyed the drink she'd ordered.

"We need to talk."

"We had this conversation already. Polo fucked up big time and it's taken a toll on him. He drinks more, acts more reckless. If he finds out I slept with his ex, who know what'll do to him. You and I are friends and that's that."

"Maybe I don’t wanna be just friends with you. Maybe I want you to stop revolving your life around what Polo wants. He's not a baby anymore, (Y/N)."

"You're right, he's not a baby. He's a murderer who hasn't been caught and forgive me if I don't want him to lose his shit again and hurt someone else. Marina lost her life 'cause she chose to sleep with a thief and 'cause Polo loves you so much he wanted to make you happy."

Carla's throat tightened, gaze turning to search for Polo's figure among the crowd. "I didn't ask him to get the watch back." She murmured.

"It doesn't matter, Carla. He did it for you regardless. I'm thankful you... you helped him. But if you want anything more than friendship, I'm not sticking around."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #elite #elite x reader #elite x male reader #elite x you #elite x y/n #carla rosón caleruega #carla roson #carla roson x reader #carla roson x male reader #Carla Rosón x reader #Carla Rosón x male reader #Carla Rosón x you #Carla Rosón x y/n #polo benavent #lucrecia montesinos

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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❝ please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. ❞

- Carla

❝ please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. ❞

Pronouns: They/Them, Gender Neutral (tho written w an male y/n in mind)

There'd been something about the Spanish girl that had caught your eye the moment she entered your line of sight. Perhaps it was her expensive clothes or her neatly done hair or the foreign aspect about her. Or quite possibly the fact she'd come from a rich high school in Spain known for having two murders two years in a row, both of which she'd be interrogated for.

Carla Rosón Caleruega. The girl that had climbed up the ranks of King's College and created a name for herself. The Ice Queen. Wealthy, pretty, and with a talent for spitting venom, Carla had piqued your curiosity from the first day of school.

So, when you'd been assigned to work with her on an assignment, you'd taken the chance to chip away at her cold exterior and see if she truly was just another self-absorbed mean girl who just so happened to be connected to two murders.

Carla had been hesitant on working outside of the school library, but after a few days, you'd garnered enough trust to be invited to the penthouse she'd taken up residence in. Bought by her parents, of course. Though the topic of her parents only brought a frown to her pretty face.

"You live here? All by yourself?" You asked, setting your backpack down on the floor by the white couch. Coming from a wealthy family, penthouses were far from surprising to you. But living alone in an unknown country with no one familiar to keep you sane?

"It's nice. I like the privacy." Carla responded, a hint of an accent coating her voice. She slipped her coat from her shoulders and draped it over the armrest. She smoothed out the back of her short skirt and sat down on the cushion, manicured hands reaching into her bag and shuffling through it.

"You've never struck me as a lone wolf." You told her, taking note of the way her hazel eyes flickered away from you and her fingers curled around each other. She'd likely been a girl with many friends back in Spain. "Guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Guess not." She murmured, sliding down from the cushion and onto the floor. Slipping out her laptop and a spiral notebook, she set them down on the coffee table and patted the spot beside her. You took the invitation and settled down beside her, watching the laptop come to life. She took out her pen and clicked it, her eyes staring at it for a moment before she turned to look at you.

"Please, stay for dinner? I enjoy your company."

"Of course." You grinned. More time to learn about her and her mysterious past.

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gorgeys · 1 year ago

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Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house. She’s definitely late. Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party. In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything. She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day. His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him. It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed. She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz. She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder. Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina. He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her. He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible. She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up. Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it. You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him. She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place. You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance. You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys. You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire. You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt. She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end. And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you. Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat. Everyone knew it. Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want. Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not. It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match. Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend. Everyone but you. Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter. “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through. “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction. She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink. It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you. Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand. But you weren’t alone, not even close. Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably. You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side. Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap. Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck. His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile. You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass. She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing. She knew that one very well. She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it. You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off. She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body. It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man. But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it. You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl. She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor. It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway. He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant. His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh. If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes. You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it. You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket. It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave. And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile. It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly? She couldn’t bear you. You looked so fake and well-mannered. Two things you definitely weren’t. Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you. No, she was everything for you. She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you. But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her. He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight. You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit. She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!” You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little. She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes. She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim. You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table. With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap. He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him. He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs. Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside. You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet. On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you. She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip. Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense. She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you. “Looking up at me.” Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile. These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees. You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head. Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty. The title fit you too well. “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished. Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange. You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs. You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is. I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning. “Actually, it was right here, on his bed. You should have seen it, Carla. I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull. You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you. She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure. You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back. Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her. “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile. "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair. She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you. She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?” She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours. She grinned like a maniac. If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck. “The pictures meant for me. And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head. “You wanna be his cam girl? His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time. Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine. Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt. She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone. She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat. She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw. You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises. She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her. She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?” Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again. Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response. She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs. Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from. She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys. You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay. She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth. She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat. You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper. Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her. Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand. She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss. “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust. She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you. The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered. That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene. One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers. She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke. Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes. She made you feel unusually small. “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets. You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different. If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly. No one was ever meant to see you like this. No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures. What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek. She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens. Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting. Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth. She was getting a little too anxious looking at you. “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face. She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera. Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck. She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs. You hated how much she was ruining your plans. Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers. Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up. You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach. “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone. She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties. She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you. Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior. “Already spreading your legs? You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy. She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit. A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly. She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this. She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best. You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better. Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes. She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement. It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me. Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place. You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her. She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view. You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make. She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression. All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess. It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips. She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar. Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure. “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy. “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit. You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other. She points it directly at your entrance. “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole. You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you. The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle. Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby. I want to see all of you,” she says. You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest. “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider. She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper. She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure. She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess. You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her. She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video. Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again. You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot. She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says. You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command. “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand. You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens. When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started. You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time. Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch. You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum. All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video. She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face. She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying. Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

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gorgeys · 1 year ago

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finally the long awaited carla smut will be coming in the next 24 hrs 👀

btw it's 4.7k words

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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❛ i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together. ❜

❛ do you really think we can make it work this time? ❜

- Carla Rosón

❛ do you really think we can make it work this time? ❜

❛ i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together. ❜

"Are you stupid or what?"

"Hey!" Whirling around on the couch, Rebeka brought her hand down on your arm, scowling up at you. "You're supposed to be tutoring me, not making fun of me."

"It's my job as your older brother to humble you every chance I get." You grinned, pinching the top of her ear between your fingers. Rebeka groaned, shoving your hand away and turning back to the textbooks scattered across the coffee table. You snickered, glancing toward the door when the doorbell rang.

Pushing yourself off the couch, you left the livingroom and headed down the hallway, approaching the security panel mounted beside the door. Pressing a button, it switched to the camera next to the gate out front. You blinked, feeling your mouth dry as you stared at the person waiting by the gate. Carla glanced in the direction of the camera and you almost contemplated pretending not to be home.

"Who is it?" Rebeka called.

"Uhm, a delivery person. I'm gonna go sign the papers." You responded, pulling the door open.

"Delivery? Wha-" You shut the door and made your way down the driveway, approaching the tall black gate. An exaggeration in your opinion but your mother had always been one for the extravagant. You opened the door beside the gate and met her gaze.

Carla still looked the same, perhaps a bit older and with darker hair. But her icy stare, fashion, and demanding presence remained. The blonde stared at you for a moment, pink colored lips parting as she inhaled.

"What brings you back? Was London not up to your standards?" You questioned, head tilting and arms crossing. Carla pressed her lips together, swinging her purse over her shoulder and mimicking your posture by crossing her arms as well. She took slow steps forward, heels clicking on the pavement.

"I came home to see my mother until school begins again. I was in the area so..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"How'd you get this address?"

"Samuel." She responded, smirking when your brows furrowed. "I told him we were back together and that I wanted to surprise you."

"I always knew you were a stalker." You couldn't help but tease. Carla looked away, too prideful to acknowledge she had sought you out unexpectedly. You stepped closer to the young woman, lifting a hand to toy with the ends of her long hair.

"You can go now that you've seen me." You pointed out softly. Carla inhaled, eyes shutting briefly.

"I wanted to talk about us." She admitted quietly and you hummed, letting her take your hand in hers. Carla gave it a small squeeze, meeting your eyes.

"I care about you, (Y/N). Going to London and being away from you... I know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together."

Snorting softly, you leaned forward and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You missed me that much, huh?" You grinned, feeling Carla smack your arm as she huffed and rolled her eyes.

"I can still book a ticket back-"

"No, no, no need for that." You laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and resting your forehead against hers. "Do you really think we can make it work this time?"

Carla smiled and nodded, raising her hands to cup your face. "Obviously." She replied, pressing her lips against yours.

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gorgeys · 2 years ago

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So Naive (Carla Roson x Reader)

Carla overhears Guzman talking about you and has to remind him of his place…

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Carla Roson x Fem!reader

Part 2

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Carla walked into class, heading for a seat in the back when she overheard Guzman talking to Ander.

“You’re not gonna believe who I was with last night,” Guzman said, wearing a cocky smile and confidently leaning back in his chair.

“Who?” Ander asked, clearly a bit distracted by his phone.

“Y/N,” he bragged, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk. Ander immediately stopped scrolling, turning his head toward Guzman. He searched his face for any sign of a lie, but could only find an immense pride.

Carla also paused mid stride beside Guzman’s desk. His eyes had an arrogant glow, a medal of honor he now possessed for cracking Y/N’s vain and snobby shell.

Y/N was known to be lusted after by everyone, but rejected every advance. Everytime someone approached her she always led them on, made them believe they had a chance, before embarrassing them with a snarky act or remark. She took pride in feeling bigger and better than those she surrounded herself with. Carla had seen it many times.

Y/N knew how expensive she was so she wasn’t going to let anyone handle her carelessly.

“Did you guys…” Ander trailed off. Guzman quickly understood what he was implying.

“3 times,” he gloated, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as he held up his last three fingers.

“No fucking way,” Ander exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes fucking way,” Guzman laughed a conceited laugh, his mind replaying the images of the previous night. Carla didn’t realize the sound could irritate her so much. But she didn’t show it. She simply chuckled along with him.

Upon her laughter, both Guzman and Ander snapped their heads toward her. Neither had noticed her before and didn’t know how long she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“3 times?” she questioned with a mocking grin. Ander stared at her blankly while Guzman’s pride faltered for a moment. He knew Carla and Y/N were casual friends.

Carla stepped toward the desk, planting her hands on the cool surface as she leaned uncomfortably close to Guzman. Her hair hung around her face, shielding her patronizing expression from onlookers.

“That’s it?” she asked, her minty breath taunting him.

When he was at a loss for words, Carla snickered once more at his dumb expression. He had never seen the blonde’s eyes look so possessive and dark.

“Yeah, you’re full of shit,” Carla spat, beginning to turn away and take the seat behind him. But she didn’t get far before he called her back

“I have proof,” he said, grabbing her by the arm. His tight grip and locked jaw showed how offended he truly was by Carla’s comments. She stopped, skeptically looking down at him. “She sent me pictures.”

“What? Nudes?” Carla chuckled under her breath. It was so unrealistic that it was laughable. Why would Y/N even think about entertaining him?

“Almost,” he said. Carla would have instantly called his bluff but his look seemed a bit too stern. This didn’t seem like a joke to him. She was somewhat inclined to believe him.

“Almost?” Carla furrowed her eyebrows while displaying a sardonic smile. “What does that even mean?” she asked, shaking Guzman’s hand off of her.

Without a word, Guzman pulled his phone out of his pocket. Carla leaned over his shoulder as he opened up his text conversation with Y/N. Ander couldn’t restrain himself and leaned over to get a peek as well.

Sure enough, there were two pictures Y/N had sent, back to back. Guzman clicked on the first one and Carla couldn’t hold back a small smirk. Even if they were in Guzman’s hands, the sight of Y/N was too good not to enjoy.

There was that familiar shiny skin under the glow of red LED lights, only covered by a red lace lingerie set that perfectly complimented her skin tone. She had taken a mirror selfie, her top half facing the camera while her bottom half was slightly turned, showing off just a little bit of her ass.

The shot ended around her shins, showing off her gorgeously long legs and cut off at her neck as to ensure she was unidentifiable in case the photo fell into the wrong hands. But Carla would’ve recognized that body anywhere, not to mention the silky hair that fell past her shoulders. Just looking at it, Carla felt as if she could smell coconut conditioner that made her hair so lush.

Even though Carla had memorized every single sculpted curve, the raw beauty of Y/N always stole the breath from her lungs.

Guzman swiped to the next picture and Carla’s eyebrows instantly shot up in surprise, her smirk growing into a shit-eating grin. That pose was probably her favorite. Y/N was lying on her stomach over her cream bedsheets, the same red lace barely covering her. She held the phone a little over her shoulder, allowing her to get some sideboob action, but mostly her arched back and ass. The lack of face left Carla to imagine her puffy lips and sinful look in her eyes. It felt like an addictive high every time she even imagined Y/N in such a state.

“So she sent you that one?” Carla said, nodding at the picture, obviously unimpressed.

“What?” Guzman asked, clearly confused by Carla’s knowing smile.

“It’s old. She sent me that one ages ago,” she said, pulling her phone out of the waistband of her skirt.

“No, but she was-”

“It’s cute that you think she’d do that just for you,” Carla giggled. “So naive,” she said shaking her head. Her finger scrolled through her photo gallery until she found the folder titled Y/N.

“Don’t be jealous, Carla,” Guzman lamented, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest once more. “Like hell she’d send them to y-”

“Holy shit,” Ander mumbled under his breath as Carla showed the boys one of the more recent photos Y/N had sent her. Watching both pairs of eyes pop out of their heads like cartoon characters was the best feeling Carla could ask for.

It was a mirror selfie of Y/N topless. Although her free arm was draped over her chest, covering her nipples and pushing her breasts up, it didn’t leave much up for imagination. Her face was painted in reds and pinks as she had taken the photo before she left to attend an elegant fundraiser her parents were hosting. Her hair was still slightly wet from her shower, making it slightly curlier than usual as it covered her ears and the corners of her eyes. She enchantingly stared into her own reflection, lips slightly parted.

It was taken in an effort to tease Carla, who she would see at the fundraiser, and ended with the two of them pushed up against a wall in the bathroom. Y/N knew the curves of her bare shoulders leading to her breasts and her hips drove Carla crazy. That’s why most of the photos of Y/N in Carla’s phone were quite indecent and couldn’t be exposed, especially not to Guzman and Ander.

Guzman was simply speechless. He looked up at Carla before reverting his eyes to the last time he’d ever get see Y/N even close to naked.

Carla felt the boys had enough time to ogle once Y/N made her entrance just before the bell rang. She stuffed her phone back into her waistband as Y/N spotted her, instantly making a beeline for. Y/N walked past Guzman without a glance, even though she could feel his pressing stare.

“Hey, baby,” Carla greeted her, using the nickname since they were being watched so intently, although it was usually reserved for when they were alone.

“Hey, Carla,” Y/N replied. Carla wrapped her arm comfortably around Y/N’s waist while Y/N leaned into Carla. Y/N brushed the blonde’s hair behind her ear to leave a chaste kiss in the spot where her jaw met her ear lobe.

The two walked to their seats behind Guzman and Ander as the teacher began her lecture. Guzman peered back at Carla, his shock morphing into anger. All he received was an insultingly cold smile that made his blood turn to ice.

Carla wasn’t concerned with him for much longer as she had already deemed herself superior. She had enough time to gloat and now it was time to get down to business.

Carla leaned over to Y/N. She violently tugged her closer by the collar of her blazer, allowing her lips to barely graze against Y/N’s ear. A shallow breath escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Guzman told me about last night. You’re gonna pay for it tonight.”

Kinda tempted to make a pt. 2…

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