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reijisteacup · 26 days ago

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I really need Carla nsfw things…please make it happen my savior 😔🙏🏼

Carla Tsukinami Head canon Alphabet

Nsfw Head canon Alphabet

A - Aftercare Carla Tsukinami, despite his cold and regal demeanor, takes aftercare seriously—though in a way that still fits his prideful character. After sex, especially if it was intense or ritualistic (which it often is), he insists on holding you close, inspecting any marks left on your skin, and tending to you in silence. If you’ve pleased him, he’ll murmur low words of approval in his elegant tone, brushing hair from your face or kissing your eyelids. He isn’t openly soft, but he shows tenderness through gestures—bathing you himself, laying your head on his chest, or commanding servants to bring food and water. There’s an underlying possessiveness in his touch afterward, like he’s reasserting that you belong to him. And if you cry or tremble from the aftermath, he’ll cradle you with an almost holy reverence, whispering that he is the only one who will ever take you so completely.

B - Body Part Carla's favorite body part on his partner is the throat. It’s a symbol of vulnerability, where the pulse beats wildly under his fangs, and he adores seeing it tilt back in submission. He’s drawn to the curvature of it, to the way breath catches in it during pleasure. He also enjoys the waist—holding it, pinning it, guiding it. On himself, he’s proud of his hands. Elegant but strong, capable of destruction or worship. He likes when his partner kisses them reverently, like a servant honoring their king.

C - Cum Carla prefers to cum inside. Always. Whether it’s for dominance, legacy, or sheer instinctual need, he finds no greater satisfaction than spilling himself deep within his lover. He is a creature of bloodlines and destiny, and the thought of planting his seed inside someone—of claiming them in that irrevocable way—feeds into his obsession with power and permanence. He will not pull out unless specifically denied, and even then, it’s with heavy disdain.

D - Dirty Secret Carla secretly fantasizes about being worshipped like a god during sex. Though he sees himself as above such human concepts, part of him craves a lover who begs for him, who calls him “Master” or “Your Grace” with sincerity and lust. He wants devotion so intense it borders on religious, and he would never admit that he sometimes imagines a partner weeping with joy just to serve his pleasure.

E - Experience Carla is deeply experienced, though he rarely partakes unless he sees potential. He does not bed for fun, but for purpose—testing a potential mate, asserting dominance, or enacting his desires. His past encounters were likely intense and meticulous. He knows how to bring pleasure to the point of madness, but he will never lose control. He is not casual, and he certainly doesn’t indulge for mere release. Sex is a sacred rite to him—an expression of fate.

F - Favorite Position Carla favors positions that allow him control and eye contact. The classic missionary—especially with your wrists pinned down—is his default, but elevated missionary with your legs on his shoulders is another favorite. He also enjoys taking you from behind while pulling you upright so he can whisper in your ear and sink his fangs into your neck. Regardless of position, Carla must dominate the rhythm and pace.

G - Goofy Carla is never goofy. Never. Sex is either sacred, primal, or brutal—there is no silliness, no awkward giggling, and certainly no fumbling. If his partner tries to be playful, he’ll shut it down with a chilling smirk and a firm hand on their chin. “Do not waste my time with nonsense,” he’d say before making them beg properly again.

H - Hair Immaculate. Carla is well-groomed and pristine. His body is smooth, likely as part of his royal blood’s traits, and he expects the same care from his partner. He doesn’t demand you shave, but he would deeply appreciate neatness. He sees grooming as a reflection of discipline and respect—for both your body and his.

I - Intimacy Carla can be intimate, but it’s always colored by dominance. His affection is overwhelming—suffocating in its intensity. If he’s truly fallen for you, you’ll see another side: his touch will be gentler, his praise more heartfelt. He’ll hold your face like it’s precious, as if you're both fragile and eternal. But his intimacy is never soft in a traditional sense—it is demanding, reverent, and haunting.

J - Jack off He doesn’t masturbate often. Carla sees it as beneath him unless he’s thinking of you in a particularly dangerous way. If he does, it’s controlled and clinical—never sloppy. He’d only do it when his frustration becomes a threat to others. Or if you’ve angered him and he refuses to seek you out—he’ll jerk off while thinking about punishing you, gripping himself with quiet fury.

K - Kink Carla is into bloodplay, domination, and power dynamics. He is drawn to breeding, bondage, and rituals—anything that makes sex feel like destiny. He enjoys pain, both giving and receiving in select moments. His kink list is dark and ceremonial: think candlelit sessions, silk restraints, and ancient languages whispered against your throat. He’s also into ownership—marking you, dressing you, commanding you.

L - Location He prefers private and meaningful places: the bed chamber, the ceremonial altar, his private bathing quarters. Carla believes sex should not be casual, so you’ll never catch him sneaking into public places. That said, he will command you to pleasure him on a throne, in a marble bath, or during a ritual before other vampires—if only to prove his superiority.

M - Motivation He’s most turned on by loyalty, submission, and genuine reverence. Seeing you kneel for him out of love and awe, not just obedience, drives him wild. If you beg with dignity, it pleases him. If you try to resist and then break, it excites him even more. He wants to see the shift in your eyes when you accept that you belong to him.

N - NO Carla will never tolerate mockery or sarcasm during sex. It’s sacrilegious. He also abhors sharing. You are his, and only his. He has no interest in group sex or swinging. Any form of casual, flippant intimacy disgusts him. He doesn’t want to hear jokes, laughter, or irony in the bedroom.

O - Oral Carla prefers to receive oral in a very formal, controlled manner. On your knees, hands behind your back, eyes up—he will guide you through it like a ceremony. He doesn’t mind giving, but only when he wants to overwhelm you with worship. When he does, he is skilled, slow, and unrelenting, keeping eye contact as you break apart under his tongue.

P - Pace Slow and punishing. Carla doesn’t rush—he savors. But if you displease him or beg incorrectly, he can become ruthless and fast, all while keeping his composure. He has the uncanny ability to fuck you hard while looking completely in control. His rhythm is hypnotic and devastating.

Q - Quickie Rare, but possible. He prefers full rituals, but if the bloodlust strikes, he’ll take you against the wall in a shadowed corridor with one hand covering your mouth. It’s not for pleasure—it’s for dominance. Quickies are reminders that he owns you, no matter where you are.

R - Risk Carla is a sadistic immortal with nothing to fear—so yes, he’s very open to risk. Whether it’s fucking you after a bloody battle, tying you up in a thunderstorm, or performing ancient bonding rites that could kill you, he thrives on danger. But it’s always calculated. He doesn’t do chaos—he controls it.

S - Stamina Boundless. Carla can go for hours, days if needed. He does not tire easily, and once aroused, he will not stop until he decides you’re finished. His endurance is supernatural, and he will push you until your body and mind are undone—then hold you tenderly as you shiver in his arms.

T - Toy He has elegant, cruel toys. Velvet-lined cuffs, ceremonial blades, vibrating restraints imbued with enchantments. Carla likes tools that blend pain and beauty. He doesn’t use toys on himself, but he’ll use them on you during rituals or to punish disobedience. He collects rare devices from across the world.

U - Unfair He is the master of teasing. Carla will edge you until tears streak your face, praise you only to deny you, and whisper commands just to watch you stumble. His teasing is exquisite torture—every moment orchestrated for maximum need. He enjoys watching your desperation grow until you beg with your soul, not your words.

V - Volume He is controlled but not silent. Carla’s voice is low, commanding, and full of grit when aroused. He growls orders, breathes heavily, and lets out long sighs of pleasure. When pushed to his limit, you might hear him groan like a wounded beast—but only if you’ve earned the honor.

W - Wild Card Carla has a ritual where he binds you to him through a ceremonial claiming, mixing blood, sex, and ancient chants. Once completed, no other being can touch you without invoking his wrath. He may do this in secret, making you his without you realizing it, then watching as other suitors mysteriously fall ill or disappear.

X - X-Ray Carla is well-endowed. Long, thick, and perfectly sculpted—like the rest of him. It curves slightly upward and is veined, though he’s careful not to overwhelm you until he’s sure you can take it. His arousal is intense, almost inhuman, and comes with a heady aura of power.

Y - Yearning His sex drive is controlled but powerful. He can go weeks without touching you, but the moment he desires you, it's all-consuming. He doesn’t need sex often—but when he wants it, nothing can stop him. His yearning is like a storm: rare, but unstoppable.

Z - ZZZ Carla does not sleep immediately after sex. He watches you, tracing your features, inspecting your body like a possession. Once he’s assured, you're safe and marked, he may fall asleep holding you tightly—his arms like iron, his breath slow and deep. He sleeps like a god with his favorite offering in his grasp.

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reijisteacup · 15 days ago

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can u pls make yandere carla or shin (or both hehe) x reader who is also founder but has been living with vampires (possibly sakamakis or mukamis) her entire life cause she was stolen as a baby and she grew up thinking she was a vampire but is actually a founder

Ouuuu ill make this a VS drama <33 hehe

"You are ours by blood"

VS Drama

Carla Tsukinami vs Shin Tsukinami

Synopsis: Whether you want to run or stay, love or hate — it doesn’t matter anymore. To them, you are blood bound. And they will never let you go.

They found you by accident — or so it seemed. A young woman with unmatched energy flowing in her veins, claiming to be a vampire... and yet the scent of your blood didn’t lie. You were not like the others. Not a leech, not a human hybrid. No. You were something ancient. Something theirs. “She is a Founder,” Carla said flatly, voice taut with rage beneath his icy composure. “And yet she’s being raised like this?” Shin narrowed his eyes, licking his fangs slowly as he watched you walk among the Sakamaki's, laughing like you belonged. His possessiveness ignited like a wildfire in his chest. “They stole her. They touched her. They made her think she was one of them… Heh. Big Brother, I’m gonna rip their throats out.” But you… you were confused. When the Tsukinamis cornered you under moonlight, when Carla's gloved hand brushed your cheek and Shin growled about "taking you home," you only blinked. “What are you talking about? I’ve always been a vampire—!” “You’ve always been a lie,” Carla interrupted, his tone hard. “But we can fix that.”

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Carla drugged you with a single drop of paralyzing fluid on his fingertip. Shin carried your unconscious body like treasure, and when you awoke, you were in a sprawling royal estate — First Blood symbols etched into the marble, thorned roses blooming along the balconies. “You belong here,” Carla whispered one night, brushing your hair with mechanical tenderness. “Not with those mongrels.” “We’ll teach you how to use your true power,” Shin added, arms crossed as he leaned on your doorframe, pretending he hadn’t been watching you sleep for hours. At first, you resisted. Fought their advances, snapped at their endless coddling. But their obsession wasn’t violent — it was smothering. Soft. Calculated. They filled your room with silken nightgowns, books on Founder history, rare fruits you liked, and — of course — chains made of gold laced with runes, “just in case you got curious about leaving.” Weeks passed. You couldn’t deny it anymore — the power in your veins wasn’t vampiric. You could command nature. You healed from wounds the others couldn’t. You began remembering flashes of a golden palace, a lullaby in a deeper language… and two voices calling you “ours.” Carla began speaking to you softly at night, sitting beside your bed, reading old First Blood poetry. His fingers would linger at your wrist, his lips ghosting your ear as he recited passages about eternal mates. Shin, meanwhile, grew restless in your presence — always touching, always watching. His jealousy burned hot anytime you so much as mentioned the Sakamaki's. “Tch. You really think they loved you? They only wanted your power. We want your everything.”

You tried to run. Once.

The woods were glowing with mist, your heart thundering, unsure if you were more afraid of being caught — or of not being caught. You didn’t get far. Carla appeared like a shadow in the trees, his hand against your throat, pinning you to a trunk. “Running from your King, little flower?” he hissed, breath brushing your lips. Shin was behind him, furious, panting. He yanked your body from Carla’s grasp and hauled you into his arms like a bride. “I told you not to test me. But you wanna be punished, huh? That it?” Back in the palace, they didn’t hurt you. Not exactly. Instead, they undressed you piece by piece, each movement slow and reverent — treating your skin like sacred scripture. Carla kissed your shoulder while whispering ancient Founder vows, his voice a deep rumble against your neck. Shin gripped your hips and buried his face in your chest, muttering that you were theirs, only theirs, and if you tried to leave again, he’d bite deep enough to scar. They didn’t take you that night — not fully. They just touched, worshipped, claimed. Their tongues marked paths across your collarbone, their hands explored every inch, but the moment your breath hitched in panic, Carla paused. “Consent, little one,” he murmured, brushing your cheek with his knuckle. “Even obsession honors consent.” And Shin, as rough as he was, kissed your knuckles like a knight.

You stopped resisting.

You wore the silken gowns. You allowed Carla to teach you ancient Founder rites, permitted Shin to feed you with his fingers. You began to smile. Even laugh. Sometimes, they argued over who got to hold you that night. Sometimes, they shared. But every time you whispered that you were scared, or lonely, or still missed your old home... Carla would hold you in his lap, stroking your hair: “They were thieves. You’re with your real family now.” Shin would curl around you, snarling low: “Let them try to take you back. I’ll rip them apart.” You were theirs — by blood, by fate, by bond. And whether it was in soft kisses or twisted devotion… they’d never let you go again.

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