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gorgeys · 8 months
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stay tuned bc carla smut is on the way!!
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bumblesimagines · 7 months
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You never cared this much before. Why now?"
"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"
- Carla Rosón
You never cared this much before. Why now?"
"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"
pronouns: they/them, gender neutral
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Cayetana hadn't been at all what you were expecting. Despite the photos she posted on her social media and all the boasting about her lavish vacations, one drink made her loosen up and ramble about her interests in fashion. You could barely keep up with her chatter, being rendered to confused nods and hums of acknowledgement.
Too enveloped in her own little world, she seemed to barely notice how she leaned against your side while scrolling through her phone and showing you different pictures. Your lips tugged into a small smile at her excitement but before you could even begin to try to make sense of her incoherent words, a purse dropped amongst the cups on the table and your head rose to look up at the other blonde.
"Move."
"Uhm.." Cayetana's gaze flickered between you and the infamous ice queen, slowly dragging herself away your side and standing up. A sling of nervous babbles left her but she quickly clamped her mouth shut and turned away, slipping into the crowd of clubgoers.
"Carlita," You cooed and leaned back in the booth, propping your arm up and raising a brow at her. "That was rude."
"You don't care whether or not I hurt her feelings. Stop acting like you give a shit about anyone but yourself." Carla said, smoothing the back of her dress as she lowered herself down beside you.
You whistled lowly and chuckled "Damn, what's got you in a mood today? Was it little Caye? Lu's not replacing you with her, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. She's pretty cute, huh? Real sweet and nice."
"Stop flirting with her."
"You're in no position to make demands, Carlita." Satisfaction pierced through you when she whirled her head to look at you with a scowl. You gazed back at her and smirked. "You never cared this much before. Why now?"
"Things changed." Carla looked forward again, crossing her arms across her stomach and pursing her pink-tinted lips. "I thought rivalry was our thing. Fighting, getting ahead of each other. Now it's turned into something... else?"
You shifted slightly in your seat and exhaled softly. You hadn't spoken to Carla since a party Lu had graciously hosted. One too many drinks had led you to a night with foggy memories where the only thing you remembered was waking up in bed with an all too familiar face. Even with the occasional flirting, things between you and Carla had always remained strictly off romantic or sexual grounds. For the sake of your brother, Polo, and his relationship with her.
"Nothing has to change. We forget anything happened and we don't mention it to Polo." Your eyes found him in the crowd with ease. He danced with Guzman and Ander, looking as content and gleeful as always.
"It doesn't matter now. Polo and I broke up-"
"Because he killed someone and you helped him make a false alibi because you didn't want to get arrested." Your jaw clenched and with your mood ruined for the night, you picked up your jacket and stood up. She watched you, an emotion other than smugness or cruelty finally showing in her hazel eyes. Hurt. "You've been playing a part since you were born, Carla. Continuing to pretend won't hurt you."
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colorspoem · 8 months
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യ ₊˚𖣠⸝៸ 🦐䩞 𓏸𓈒 (𝗻.)ᦕᩨω 𝕡𝗼ᩚ₴𝘁 ଳ ꩅ𓇼ꔵ🚦💍🗞 ᥫ᭡ 🎱 ℓ𝗶𝗸ᦸᩚ ★ᥰᩚ ⋆࣪ ℝ𝕖𝗯𝗅𝗼ິ̫𝗴 ꒷✺˙◌˚ ིྀ░ ✿𝆬?! ㍿ֵ (❁´◡`❁) ꕤ.゚❔❕⩇⩇ ぬ
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playsthetics · 11 months
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MBTI: My Favourite Characters
ENTJ (7/16)
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Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries + The Originals)
Blair Waldorf (Gossip Girl)
Spencer Hastings (Pretty Little Liars)
Carla Rosón Caleruega (Elite)
Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)
Light Yagami (Death Note)
Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)
Catherine Tramell (Basic Instinct)
Annalise Keating (How To Get Away With Murder)
Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo)
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coffeblackwithv · 9 months
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nostalgicninjas · 3 months
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ㅤ✧ stolen glances turned into trust ༄
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Samuel García Domínguez & Carla Rosón Caleruega in Season 1 of Elite
I swear she’s all right.
Carla’s here for a reason. Why else would she ask so many questions? She doesn’t trust me or my brother.
the way baby carmuel was serving gourmet crumbs all throughout season 1 and no one even noticed 🥺
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venusflytrpp · 1 year
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Carla Gif #2
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You were known as someone who constantly liked to please every one even if it meant that your own happiness was sacrificed.
"Look Y/n I like you and you like me we've know this for months now -" You were about to cut in with your standard response, she realised this and resumed what she was saying. "- I've told that I don't fucking care if you think there are others better suited to me all your doing at this point is pushing other people onto me so you hurt yourself, cause you don't think you deserve to be happy" (😋✌)
This seemed to shut you up as she hit the nail on the head.
"But what you don't see is that by doing this your no different that everyone else thinking they can make my decisions for me" She declares looking you up and down before walking away from you.
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cheryc0la · 4 months
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lolittakrum · 6 months
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peikos · 2 years
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Things they might do if they have a crush on you (Headcanons) (Seperate) Carla / Valerio / Lucrecia x Genderneutral Reader
Series: Elite Words: 530+
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Carla: 161 Words -I could honestly see her buying you your favorite snacks and drinks before school merely to make your day a little brighter and, at the same time, make sure you eat and drink something throughout the day.
-I truly believe that she trusts you a lot, so she comes to you first whenever she's feeling down. You're her anchor. You keep her secure and from falling apart.
-Maybe she'd like to set up a movie night every Friday or Saturday. Where it's just you both, talking from light to weighty topics and watching your favorite movies.
-Carla probably likes going to restaurants too, but she may insist that she pays every second time (especially if you come from a poorer family)
-She probably cares about your family's/friends opinion a lot and tries to make a good impression every time.
-Carla would maybe make you try some of her hobbies,  hoping that you like them.
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Valerio: 163 -Valerio would glance at you whenever he got a chance to, trying not to get noticed by anyone.
-If you are into clubbing, he may buy you some drinks, either alcoholic or not. As long as they're delicious (and expensive), he'll buy them for you.
-Valerio would ask you to tutor him quite often. And if you should accept, he'll be looking at you for most of the time, trying to remember every detail on your face and form.
-He'd drop by your place quite often and hang out. Bonus if you have Animals, he would pet them the whole time.
-Valerio would try and stick to you during and outside school. I believe that he thinks that he has to watch over you, kind of like in a big brother way.
-He'd bring you your preferred drink every morning, hoping it'll wake you up. He would melt if you'd smile at him after.
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Lucrecia: 179 -Lucrecia tries to act independently, even in front of you, but there are times when she has to get a hug from you. It'll calm her nerves and helps her forget everything.
-She asks to come over quite often and tries to make it a sleepover. Whenever you've fallen asleep before her, Lucrecia caresses your cheek, looking at you quite lovingly.
-Although she does love expensive things, I could see her appreciating every small thing you'd do for her. If it's either holding a door open or even giving her a handmade gift. It's going to stick in her head for quite a while.
-She'd maybe get jealous often, perhaps a little more if you're hanging out with Carla or Nadia.
-I could see her as someone who likes PDA. She may hang off your arm quite often, and she'll melt if you would do the same.
-She would try to get you to meet her family early in her crush. I believe she seeks their validation and would hope her parents say that they'll like you.
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I'm happy to say that I'll be posting again, and honestly? I’m very happy to post this!  Anyway, I'm happy to say that I've also been working on my requests (which I thank you for dearly. I'm hoping to get them out soon :] I wish you all an awesome day/night and if you liked these short headcanons, feel free to like, reblog and perhaps even comment :]
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voideddangel · 2 years
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elite writers love breaking up the best couples on the show like why? it’s not that hard letting them have a happy ending
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gorgeys · 7 months
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Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut
PORNSTAR ★ carla roson
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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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“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”
- Carla
“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”
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"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."
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Elite’s Season 5 Ending *Contains Spoilers*
Was anyone else incredibly let down and disappointed by the ending of this season? It was known going into this season that it would be the last for the characters of Samuel, Cayetana, Omar, and Rebeka yet they didn’t really have goodbye storylines/scenes like Guzman and Ander got last season. The average person watching wouldn’t even realize that those characters are no longer going to be in the show. This probably means that next season they will get a passing comment saying what happened to them/where they went, or they won’t even be mentioned at all. I’m also still annoyed that Guzman basically peaced out after commuting murder last season, while Samuel took the fall (which is exactly what I said would happen).
Now let’s talk the “death” of the season. First of all WTF was that? Were the similarities to Marina’s death supposed to represent a full circle moment for the shows lead character? The fact that the man Samuel saw as a father figure was the one to do this to him was just dirty, Samuel never has good things happen to him. Is it an ambiguous ending? We don’t exactly see one way or the other what the outcome is. The police come and arrest Benjamin, but what about Samuel? It definitely doesn’t look good with the actor not returning and his character bleeding out for a while before anyone shows up. However, we don’t see if an ambulance or a coroners van shows up. You’d think they would show him being taken away in an ambulance and either being pronounced dead or making it in time to be saved. You also would think they would show him being zipped into a black bag by the coroner. Yet we don’t see either. We also don’t get to see someone telling his next of kin (his mother and Nano) if he’s dead, or see a funeral for him. With the previous main character deaths of Marina and Polo, we saw all of those things. Is this something that will be wrapped up in another short story? If he’s alive, then will we see him in the hospital, possibly reuniting with some old friends, and then moving away? If he’s dead, then will we see his funeral with the possible return of people like Carla, Nano, and Guzman? Or will this all be answered by Ari or someone else making a comment about her father killing her boyfriend or the principle killing a student?
I’m personally hoping that against all odds he manages to survive and reunites with Carla. They were always the shows best couple, and deserved a much better story and ending than the writers and showrunners ever gave them. Thinking about the alternative, where Carla has to burry yet another man she loved is just too devastating and sad. Also if he dies, it’s such an awful and sucky ending to his character, who’s pretty much been the shows punching bag throughout the entire series. Knowing this show though, he’s probably dead and will be quickly forgotten about by all the characters.
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