#Carlos oliveira x fem! reader

[cinnaamela]

A Sloppy First With Carlos?

Pairings: Carlos Oliveira x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have been dating Carlos for quite some time and finally decide to let him claim you as his own, but it is more like some sloppy sex.

Cw. Smut (nsfw), p in v, praise, virgin reader gets their first time wit carlos, dom carlos?, some begging, needy/desperate reader, a bit body worship if you squint ur eyes just a bit, possessive & a bit of cocky carlos, relationship had already been established yet we skipping to the part of where he just gives u a sloppy first time just to enjoy every moment of him inside you! This man is gonna make you a milf after he’s done fr fr want u to be the momma to his kids. Some fluff at the end there is def aftercare but I got too lazy to write it….

A/N: I’ve never written for Carlos before, so this is my first time writing for him and feel free to give me feedback!

SMUT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!

Carlos Oliveira is definitely a charming guy when it came to women, but that all changed when you came into his life. He became so tough and cocky around you and others that it made him the kind of guy who didn’t let himself be vulnerable in front of people. It also caused you to fall for him a little bit faster. That was exactly what you wanted. Someone strong, and not afraid of showing it. The only problem with your choice was that he wasn’t exactly someone to get along with very well and was even more of an asshole than he already was.

Not something you expected from a man like that. But if it meant you could feel secure in his arms, then so be it. You could live with any kind of attitude. If he just wanted to keep you safe then so be it. You wouldn’t mind at all, actually. You enjoyed being near him, even if it made your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You thought his roughness was sexy, even if you were slightly scared of him sometimes. And as long as there wasn’t going to be too much violence in the future, maybe you would be able to handle things better. Just give him some time, yet It wasn’t like you couldn’t deal with the bad side of him.

I mean he could be a total dickhead at times, sure, but you could tolerate that, too. He still respected you, afterall, and that was what really mattered. As long as you were happy and satisfied in his arms. And you had been that all this time. All your years of dating with a guy like Carlos Olivera didn’t go wrong. He treated you right, despite your flaws and his ego.

His ego brings out the best in him wether it’s in bed or out of bed, so there is no doubt about what you saw with him in bed that night. He was absolutely gentle, but rough when he kisses you sloppily, his hands firm when they roamed your body, and he took his pleasure in making you squirm underneath him. His tongue is hot and insistent in licking every inch of your skin and his fingers are rough and warm when they caress your breasts through the thin cotton fabric of your tight dress. And his eyes. Oh, Carlos’ eyes looked as if they were dark pools filled with lust and possessiveness. Without hesitation he took off his pants dropping them to the floor, his erection already trying to poke out the side of his boxers. You tried to take his boxers off although he had prioritized in spreading your legs apart and placed his hard member between them, foremost, further apart.

Fingers had trailed straight under the waistband of your dress while his hands started ripping your dress off, and your bra followed. With quick movements he tore the straps and panties away leaving you bare beneath his gaze, completely naked from head to toe. His lips left yours. Carlos began to apply lube to his hardened and throbbing cock, before slowly inserting it inside you, setting a slow movement in and out of you in a way that was torturous in itself. You whimpered from the sensation, but his grip on your hips tightened making the pain go away momentarily. Sloppily beginning to thrust into you, his pace quickened until he hit a certain spot that made you scream with pleasure. “Oh, God...” you moaned breathlessly before closing your eyes.

You never felt that way with anyone else. This is not your first time to say the least, but definitely better than masturbation to say the least. It made you feel so incredibly sensitive that it left you weak, yet at the same time it made you feel powerful and desirable. “That’s my girl…” he growled in a deep voice, grabbing one of your wrists and positioning it over your head as he continued hitting your sweet spot with his thick shaft. You moaned again while tears filled your eyes from the intense pleasure he gave you.

Your breathing started becoming erratic as he kept slamming his heavy cock into you with such force. He held your face, placing soft kisses all over your exposed cheeks and neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your flesh. “You feel so good, baby...” he whispered against your ear. Soon following after with, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum if you keep this up...”

“Don’t stop...” you begged breathless, feeling a shiver go down your spine as Carlos continued pumping his stiffening cock inside you. He kept pressing harder, making you cry out and bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from begging for mercy. “Please don’t stop….” You could hear your own voice quiver slightly, almost like a sob. In a moment you lost your restraint, and threw your head back, arching your back as you screamed loudly. A loud moan escaped your mouth as waves of ecstasy washed over you, and your muscles started tingling from his relentless thrusts into you.

He was getting close, you could tell, and soon he won't hold himself anymore. “Carlos…” you murmured, unable to finish your sentence because your breath was short and labored, and your voice was hoarse from screaming out.

You needed him to get you to your climax and come, now, now, now, you thought.

“Please..please…” you whimpered, feeling your body shaking with both excitement and desperation. Suddenly, everything came rushing in.

The orgasm. Carlos.

Your surroundings. Carlos’ name coming out of your mouth, His scent surrounding your whole being. You felt as if you were being penetrated by a monstrous cock very sloppily, even though you were. His warm and hard cock rubbing against your inner walls in time with his frantic thrusts. “Almost there… ah- hold out a little longer, baby…” Carlos grunted out of breath, panting heavily, his entire body trembling. Your breathing was starting to come out ragged as well, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you climaxed once again. “That’s it, baby… Come for me…” The next few minutes passed by in a blur, each second passing with such intensity it was overwhelming you. Carlos finally stopped after a while, releasing his cum inside you.

Your throat was sore and raw from screaming and your muscles were tense and sore from all the stretching, while your back was arched which he forced you to do as your climax hit. Carlos laid beside you and pulled the sheets up around you as he kissed your temple. "Are you alright?" Your mind was fuzzy as you nodded and snuggled closer into his chest. "...Yeah," was your reply, barely above a whisper. Your eyelids were glued shut, as you struggled to stay awake.

Carlos chuckled softly. "Did I fuck you that hard?" You shook your head and mumbled in reply that you loved how wild he got. "Mmm...you're welcome." After a while you felt tired and sleep began creeping onto your consciousness. Carlos seemed to sense this and wrapped his arms tightly around you to keep you warm as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek. "Get some rest, baby," he said quietly. You hummed in response as you relaxed into his hold, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You were so tired that you were able to ignore the sound of heavy breathing, but it eventually woke you up when the covers moved slightly. Opening your eyes, and noticing your boyfriend staring at you intently. "Hey...sorry did I wake you up? Go back to sleep..." he whispered kissing the top of your head as he ran his hands gently through your hair. You buried your face deeper into his chest, and let out a small sigh as you cuddled up to his chest. Carlos laughed again, running his hand through your hair one last time before turning off the light with his other hand and lying down behind you, holding you tightly.

"I love you so much..." he said softly, kissing the crown of your head gently.

"Goodnight..." you breathed out before finally closing your eyes and falling asleep, enjoying the soothing warmth of his embrace.

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[navstuffs]

Your (ex)boyfriend's neighbor

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x F!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend cheats and breaks up with you, and you find solace in his neighbor's arms.

Warnings: SMUT SO MINORS DNI, porn with plot, carlos is brazilian in my fics, mention of cheating (not between the main pairing), carlos is taller than reader, p in v, masturbation (f), exhibition, some possessive!carlos, tiny cockwarmimg

Author's Notes: hiii! finally, finally i have a fic for my boy carlos prepared. fun fact: the cat carlos has/had is named after a character from a kid's comics in brazil: a boy named cascão who simply HATES water! all credits for the image go to @rysanf who so kindly let me use it their image, thank you so much! check their blog they have the BEST pictures (i mean it)! enjoy your reading!!

You slam the door of your boyfriend's apartment, tears flowing down your eyes. How could he? After years and years of commitment and promises of eternal love? For you get dumped just like that? You are furious, the ring on your finger burning against your skin. You have to get it out. You pull it and throw as far away as possible, almost hitting Carlos Oliveira returning home.

"Oh, sorry, Carlos, sorry!" You murmur as he looks at you, tears falling down your eyes. 

"You okay?" Carlos asks, worried. You shake your head, looking down at your feet, sniffling.

Carlos ponders for a moment before opening the door of his apartment. You think he will leave you alone, but he keeps the door open, motioning with his head for you to come in.

-x-

It doesn't take a genius to figure out you broke up with your boyfriend, especially for Carlos Oliveira, who almost got hit by your ring; Carlos never liked your boyfriend that much. He never treated Carlos wrong or anything, but something didn't sit right for him.

It could have been with the fact that on the day your ex moved to the building, Carlos watched you carry a heavy box while your ex carried a much lighter one. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions, Carlos immediately offered you two help, and your eyes went from his muscular arm before looking at his face and thanking him. 

Your ex never liked how comfortable you were with Carlos, but you used to tell him that was nothing to worry about. Because, well, there really wasn't. You would never have cheated on your boyfriend, and Carlos was way out of your league.

That didn't stop you from secretly admiring Carlos. Since your first meeting, the electricity pierced your veins when you accidentally bumped into or touched each other. There was a particular tension even when you two crossed eyes, but nothing you would act on it. 

Today is different.

You enter Carlos's apartment, and he closes the door. You are furious, angry, upset and confused. You sigh, looking around. It is your first time in Carlos's apartment: it is definitely not what you imagined. It is much more comfortable and full of light. You instantly feel safe and much calmer there.

"You want some water?" Carlos's voice comes from the kitchen, and you answer a distracted yes, your eyes wandering around his living room, stopping by his bookshelf.

There are a few pictures in there: one of a much younger Carlos with an older woman, both smiling, which you judged to be his grandmother. Another one of a big black cat with green eyes, which makes you smile.

"I see you found Cascão's picture."

Carlos is at your side, offering you a cup of water. You thank him, drinking it in a few gulps. 

"You have a cool place," You tell him as you are done. The cold water feels good against your throat. "Not what I would have imagined, anyway."

"Not as manly?" Carlos teases, and you shake your head, embarrassed. He chuckles. "Don't worry, I get that a lot. Not what you would imagine from a guy like me."

Carlos and you cross stares as he finishes saying this, and a chill goes down your spine. The tension is palpable in the air, especially after you notice Carlos probably just came from the gym: his hair is wet, some droplets in his dark jacket. Your eyes go down to his gray pants, and you are gulping. You shake your head, placing the cup on his bookshelf before you mumble an apology and move to the exit. Carlos holds gently into your arm, his dark eyes scanning your expression.

"You didn't tell me what happened," Carlos whispers, his tone so soft and caring that your legs turn into jelly.

You should leave now, you think. You should leave before you commit some sort of mistake with Carlos. Ignore that he is also breathing rapidly, his dark eyes focused on your lips. Ignore your heart beating fast against your chest and your body screaming to kiss him.

But that's what you do. You kiss him, and Carlos doesn't open his mouth back when you lock your lips with his. You separate, thinking you screwed up.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have—" You start before Carlos holds into your shoulders, scanning if you are serious.

"No," Carlos answers, his eyes focused on you. "But do you want this?"

You nod. You have never been more sure of something in your entire life.

-x-

You are in Carlos's bed in no time. You know you want this: you have wanted this since the first time you saw him. Carlos kisses your neck brings you back to the present as he takes the last piece of your clothing, your panties.

If you knew you would be in Carlos's bed, you would have worn something more sexy. He doesn't seem to mind your cringy comfortable pair of panties, no, his eyes are full of desire from the top of your head to your toes. He is engraving you on his mind, taking you all in. You are much, much more beautiful than he imagined; how many times has he touched himself and fantasized about you spread like that in his bed?

"Are you still sure about this? Last chance."

"I want you, Carlos. Always had."

Your confession seems to awaken something in him, and Carlos doesn't have to hear more. He shoves two fingers inside your wet cunt, making your back arch. Your hands look for him, anything you can hold, as Carlos fingers you, keeping a steady pace. Carlos watches, fascinated by your pleasure expressions as you bite your lips down. 

This is much better than any fantasy he had.

When Carlos finally, finally hits your pleasure point, his thumb focusing on your clit, you place your hands over your mouth so you don't scream. That's when Carlos realizes: he left his window open, so enchanted with you that he was, curtains and everything. A window right in front of your ex's bedroom. He motions to get up and close, but you hold into him, shaking your head.

"As you wish."

You are so close now, so close. But you don't want to cum without him, but it has been so long since your last orgasm. You try to move away from Carlos to signal you are about to cum, but he keeps you there, his movements much faster now. When you finally cum, your toes curl as your entire body shakes.

Carlos waits for you to recover, your breasts coming up and down. You look at him, drunk with your orgasm, as Carlos finally starts to undress, his eyes never losing contact with yours. Now it is your time to be left speechless: Carlos's body is built like a freaking Greek God or a statue to represent the peak of a male body. Your eyes wander from his toned hairy chest down, his arm, his abs, and his pubic hair. Your eyes widen slightly when you stop by his dick, and you wonder if you will survive tonight. Carlos wants to be gentle, he really wants to, but you bring something feral inside of him.

He needs to have you.

"Ready?" Carlos asks, and you gulp, nodding.

Carlos enters you slowly, groaning, feeling you squeezing down on him. It had also been too long for him: with his line of work, he was allowed a quickie here and maybe his hand at some night. Carlos knows he isn't going to last, not with your pussy squeezing him down so deliciously. You are perfect, made for him. His eyes roll in his head, and he needs a moment inside you to calm down and control himself.

"You are so tight. So warm," Carlos declares, his voice soft.

You can only bite your lips in response, your legs locking around his hips as your arms hold into his back. You need to hold onto something so you don't lose your mind. Before Carlos can start moving, he has a sudden idea.

"Hold tight onto me," He whispers in your ear.

You don't even care what he is about to do, Carlos could do anything with you at this point.

Carlos lifts you from the bed, and you hide your face into his neck, inhaling his smell. Carlos carries you near the wall close to his open window. Your back welcomes the coldness of the wall until he starts moving, poking directly into your cervix. You sob, attempting to keep your voice down.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me." Carlos demands, and you open your eyes to find his staring directly at you: full of passion and lust. "Do not hold back. I want to hear you," Another thrust, making you wince with pleasure. "I want this whole building to hear you."

His hands go to your ass, keeping you steady as he snaps, his balls slapping against your ass. The way Carlos is gazing at you should give you an orgasm alone. It has gotten too much, and your voice comes out loud with every thrust. You scream his name, scream "Harder and faster!" You don't care anymore if the whole building can hear you. You want them to hear.

"That is it... let it all out," Carlos whispers in your ear, satisfied, biting your neck.

You both won't last, and Carlos's thrusts become even more erratic. You pull his hair, moaning incoherent things, when finally, the pressure into your core becomes too much, and you cum, screaming Carlos's name so loud you wouldn't be surprised an innocent bystander by the street could hear you.

"That is it, that is my good girl," Carlos whispers as he gives one final thrust before cumming himself. He grunts, his seed filling your walls, and he hides the face on your neck, giving one final bite.

Carlos slowly pulls away from you, a small, proud smile on his face as he sees small spasms in your body, a satisfied smile on your lips. He carries you into bed, placing you there gently, and when Carlos looks up, he thinks he sees a shadow in your ex's window.

Carlos can't help but smile, closing his curtains before joining you in bed. You seem awake now, and you look embarrassed. Breathless but embarrassed. You look adorable, Carlos thinks.

"You okay? Need water?" Carlos asks, lying at your side. He rests his head on his arm and places his arms around your stomach.

"Yeah. I am fine." Your eyes can't meet his. Carlos is worried you regretted this. He doesn't want to ask, but he decides to joke, "Regretting this already?"

"N-no! No!" You seem shocked, shaking your head. "No! I just- it is complicated."

"I get it. You just broke up with your boyfriend. Things aren't supposed to be easy..."

You sigh, staring into his attentive eyes.

"I don't want you to feel like I have used you, Carlos."

"If that is how it is, I can always be used by you. You call, and I answer." Carlos giggles, content you don't regret him.

"Of course you would," You laugh back, hitting light on his arm.

"I mean, I could invite you to dinner if you want. To make you feel less guilty," Carlos says, the teasing tone disappearing as he looks serious in your direction. You play with the hair on his arms, thinking.

"I would like that," You admit, a warm fuzzy feeling installs on his chest.

"Good."

Carlos kisses you on top of your forehead before nuzzling at your side. Not even five minutes pass until he falls asleep, and you watch him, his expression calm. You smile, closing your eyes. 

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[cherubify]

note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open. previously known as @puppyina.

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[tranquil-ivy]

Resident Evil

Pink = Request

Carlos Oliveira

[N/A]

Chris Redfield

[N/A]

Jill Valentine

[N/A]

Leon S. Kennedy

💋 | Dad Bods are Hot

🐕‍🦺 | Service Hybrid Leon

💉 | Hunting to Infect

🇫🇷 | Running in the City of Lights

📷 | The Camera Loves You

🎨 | He's Your Muse

💃 | Saloon Dancer

🐎 | Horseback Riding in the Countryside

🐱 | Sheriff Kitty Leon

🗡️ | Protector of a Princess

🐑 | Boutique Owner x Cowboy Leon

🤬 | Shitty Boyfriend

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 | White Pickett Fences

🩰 | Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

🦢 | The Beauty of the Lake

🐴 | Horse Girl x Cowboy Leon

💡 | Taking Care of a Lamp Addict

✍🏻 | Practicing Tattoo Artist

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[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── goodbye 〳 c.oliveira ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) one last night with the oliveira's

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, canon verse, husband!carlos, wife!reader, they're married in this cause the husband!character trope got me in a hold, written with black reader in mind, oral (f.receiving), hair pulling, carlos using his meat wand to make you forget some things hehe, doggystyle position, profanity, multiple orgasms, praise kink, squirting is involved, breeding kink, he eat it from the back, slight angst if you hold it upside down, takes place before the events of resident evil 3, a resident evil 3 remake line pun is included, wc: 2.2k, minors do not interact or i'm going bite you

YOU STOOD IN FRONT OF THE SINK STARING AT YOUR BEAUTY IN THE MIRROR. It was an eventful night tonight and you were finally ready to whine down after said events. Although, it was only a dinner filled with silence and soft chewing—any time you could actually get with your husband you were grateful for. Even during dinner, you could tell that your husband could sense you weren’t the happiest. With the news that he could be tugged into the dangers of Raccoon City, you’ve lost your appetite with quickness and frankly would rather be at home than eating expensive steaks. Your husband Carlos Oliveira was something. You like to describe him as a romantic asshole at times, but that’s what caused you to fall for him. 

Your hands went up to take out the diamond stud earrings that were in your ears. You could hear your husband shuffling around in the master bedroom, most likely kicking off the clothes he wore to dinner tonight. You just wanted to settle off in bed, not letting the bone-chilling words he told you during dinner get to you. But your mind had its way to wonder. Your thoughts were interrupted by Carlos’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chin resting on the base of your shoulder as you were removing the jewelry you wore tonight. 

“Are you mad at me?” Carlos asked as he met your gaze in the mirror in front of the two of you.

“No.” You firmly answered.

“It seems like it,” Carlos responded as his chocolate brown hues softened seeing the stare you returned at him.

“You know, I always get like this when you have to go away,” You answered truthfully. “I’m just worried you know, I have thoughts—“

Your words were interrupted by Carlos, “I told you to stop having thoughts like that.” 

“You know I can’t help it. What you do is a very dangerous job, Carlos.” You argued back, you attempted to wiggle your way out of his hold but the hold only tightened. “And the fact that you’re getting pulled away from me, again.”

Carlos was silent for a moment, basking in your words before his lips found their way to your neck. “I always find my way back to you, don’t I?” His words were hushed as he continued to pepper your soft skin with kisses. 

“You do, but Carlos that’s just—“ Your words were cut off when you felt his lips suck on one particular spot on your neck that caused you to relax in his arms. 

You could feel the back of your dress get unzipped, it fell to the bathroom revealing your body with just your seamless thong on. Goosebumps decorated your smooth skin as you eagerly stepped out of the dress and kicked the dress to the side. You hated to admit that Carlos had a way to ease your mind when you were stressed. If it was interrupting your nervous rambles with a passionate kiss or having you gasping out his name in the heat of the moment when he was in between your thighs. You hated that he could do that. When a nervous feeling like—him being transported away to rescue survivors in a city that was filled with the undead, he used his passionate ways to cause it to be a second thought in your mind. 

You felt his calloused fingertips tracing alongside the fabric of the one particular piece of clothing that was one thing in between from Carlos devouring you whole. Your eyes met his intense gaze in the bathroom room, and you could only nibble your lower lip innocently before letting him tug down your underwear. Similar to what you did with your dress, you discarded the panties anticipating Carlos's next move. 

His lips begin to kiss at the back of your neck to the back of your shoulder and soon he’s ushering you to bend over for him. Obediently, you did what you were told. Now completely bound for what was coming as your skin was decorated with goosebumps. You were sure if it was because of the faint chill in the large bathroom in your and Carlos’s home or the nervous anticipating feeling that suddenly overcame your body. You felt Carlos’s plush lips press wet kisses down the trail of your spine causing you to nibble on your lower lip. You knew this was heading. 

It was a way that Carlos ate pussy. It honestly depended on his mood and how horny he was. Some days he was the sloppiest eater when he was in between your legs. Nevertheless, it left you breathless. But nothing could top when he took his time when he was in between your legs (well in this instant behind you). When he kneeled behind you, he did just that. You could feel his facial hair tickle your soft skin and you let out a giggle. “That tickles.” You said out loud while attempting to make yourself comfortable. 

“Sorry,” Carlos uttered with a mouth full of your pussy. 

The flat his tongue glided across your cunt and you let out a sigh of relief finally being able to feel him embrace you. The pornographic sound of him lapping up your juices as if he was a dehydrated sound turned you on even more. Your fingers were grasping at anything in your reach just to hold some form of composure. The feeling of Carlos’s tongue tracing alongside the entrance of your sopping hole. His hands hold you in place just so you won’t run from him. 

“Fuck.” You moaned out before you begin to push backward impatiently, so enthusiastic to want him to taste more of you.

Carlos’s beard was stained with your juices with each indulging lick upon your pussy. His cock throbbed in response to your cute moans of his name. He could feel your hips moving slightly just so he could be closer to you. His hands gradually held you in his place while he continued to eat you out. Slow sensual kisses, rabid flicks to your clit, anything to make sure you felt like you were on cloud nine. With the way his tongue was moving, your breathing was growing uneasy. You reached behind you to give yourself some form of balance simply because your orgasm was slowly approaching. Each grind of your hips gained a low grunt from Carlos until you were a cumming mess. 

You coughed up soft moans as you rode your orgasm out, hips bucking exotically just so your orgasm could pass by. When Carlos removed his mouth from you—you felt so naked. Complete empty without his touch no matter if it came from his mouth or his hands being on you.

It didn’t take long before the both of you were both gratifying in wanting to feel more of each other. Your cunt already dripping wet from the previous activity and you hated to admit how eager you were to feel Carlos inside of you. Maybe it was the unsettling high you were coming down from when he was in between your thighs or the fact that he was leaving you. You could hear him shuffling behind you—most likely eagerly tugging off the remainder of his clothes from the dinner. Soon the comforting sensation of Carlos's fat tip brushing against your wet folds caused you to quiver. Your hands clutched at the marble tops of the sink as you could feel Carlos’s girthy cock shove himself further inside of you. 

Carlos and you had sex countless times—as usual, married couples would do. Each time you found your lips gasping apart in pure shock due to his size. He was one man that knew he was packing and he was sure to make you know that. From the different positions to the sensual strokes—each time he had you fluttering around him aching more. 

The hold he had on your waist while his hips begin to push forward. Now the only sound that swirled around the bathroom was the sound of your moans. Your back arched perfectly over the sink while Carlos was thrusting inside of you. His cock pushes upon those pleasure spots that your stomach forms butterflies and causes you to see stars. Your eyes shifted close in pure bliss taking in the wonderful moment of him taking you from behind. Each minute of his strokes had your breath hitching in your throat so violently that for a split second you forgot to breathe. You hated that he could make you feel so good knowing that due to his job he could not make you feel like this anymore. He could be taken away from you at any given moment. 

Was it selfish to think this way?

You could feel your knuckles cramping at how tightly you gripped the porcelain sink in front of your body. Your knees trembled with each buck of Carlos’s hips. Your body was completely coated in a sheet of sweat and you were a drooling mess slurring out Carlos's name in such a sweet tune. You were sure the sound of your moans only caused him to fuck you even better. It was just something about how you moaned out his name to cause him to be even more pussy drunk for you. His grip on your waist tightens each time the tip of his cock taps at that one spot that caused you to tremble under his touch. 

His fingers combed through his hair which seemed to stick to his forehead due to the sheet of sweat that covered his forehead. His brown hues averted down to the space in between the two of your bare bodies. The wonderful sight of seeing his cock inside you nearly drove the man insane. He was stuck in awe as his thrusting stopped just to stare in complete awe at his cum covered cock inside you. 

“Carlos—why’d you stop?” You whined as your hips began to impatiently back up upon his cock. 

Carlos couldn’t tell which was more of a turn-on—the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other or the wet squelching noises of your juices and his cum each time you rocked back for your ass to be met with his waist. Either or, you were driving him crazy, moving like that. 

“You’re so impatient huh?” His hand tangles in your coils to tug you upwards so you can see the view of yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Look at you, so desperate for me. Taking me so well.” 

Your teeth nipped at your lower lip now holding back your moans. Stubbornly enough, you didn’t want to give your husband the satisfaction of cockily knowing how wonderfully he was pleasuring enough. You only continued what you were doing—bucking your hips backward onto Carlos’s cock. Your juices stained the inside of your thighs with each rock backward and your moans croaked in your throat continuing to not get Carlos the ego boost on how he was making you feel. 

He took notice of that grabbing a hold of your hair once more tugging you closer to his broad chest. Your bare back was pressed against his chest and the thrusting only continued. You were forced to look at yourself in the huge bathroom mirror and you hated to admit how fucked out you were. Your hair that was once neatly done was a disheveled mess on your head. Your mascara that shaded the outline of your beautifully shaped eyes was smeared down your heated cheeks. You could feel Carlos’s breath tickling at the brim of your ear, already expecting some cocky comment to drive you even more insane from him. Once again, your eyes met with his and you felt yourself grow wetter. 

“You look so beautiful, mi amor.” His words whispered in your ear and instantly you could feel that tempting core in the pit of your abdomen tightens. You were about to burst and Carlos knew this, just by the way his intoxicating strokes slowed down. 

“Carlos...I’m about to—” Your words sounded like a broken record that was playing on a record player. Broken words and pleasurable sobs tremble out of you before you felt the burning pit of your orgasm explode. 

You could feel yourself fluttering around Carlos’s cock. Your body went through a group of spasms, body in complete trace while Carlos’s thrusting didn’t stop. You could feel his hand trace your naked body until his fingers found their way in front of you. His fingers were soaked with your essence before he begin to rub your clit in a circular motion. “Let it all out, baby. I know you want to.” He coos in your ear. 

And you did just that, another orgasm overcame you just in time to feel the warmth of Carlos’s cum. The thing with your husband is that he adored making sure that you endured every second before both of you came undone from the pleasurable bliss of being intertwined with each other souls. Similar to the quick movement his fingers rubbed on your clit, the wetness that oozed out your body came out quicker. Carlos held you so tightly as you came down from your temporary high of him making you feel like the most important woman in the world. His kisses on the back of your shoulder were so so soft—you could feel his facial hair prickling at your delicate skin. 

At this moment you realized that when he left, you could lose him. You appreciated that Carlos was just holding you at the moment, especially given that you were beyond exhausted. 

“I’ll return to you Y/N. Won’t leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world.”

TAGS — @hellavile @eiflawriting @woahhajime @thismf7 @zcmbi @elitodoroki @anasuckia @jellymantra33 @ramenaddicted @ivysone @endeavours-jockstrap @astennu @stunnababyyabyyy @billiholliblaze @marnixbokuto @everstoneluna @shirohyorin

#carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil x reader #re x reader #resident evil 3 x reader #video game x reader #carlos oliveira smut #resident evil smut #female reader #black reader #x black reader #carlos x reader #carlos smut #fem reader

[marzylics]

hello lovely! Can you please write headcanons for Carlos Oliveira with an artsy reader? Like something with him rescuing her and taking her to his security shelter only for her to start drawing him out of appreciation for saving her? No pressure and thank you for your consideration!💝

I love love love this idea. Tried my best on gn!Reader not spell checked and sleep deprived when written.

When you first start drawing him he would be kinda awkward and shy about it not looking directly at you well you sketch out his features.

Once he gets more comfortable around you he would look at you clearly like he was your own personal model

If he can he would get you something to draw with or to show that he cares for you. He would get like a pencil or a sketch pad.

He thinks you are a very talented artist and always feels happy that you like drawing him a lot. He always make sure to complement you art and meet at least one drawing in his pocket

#💝 #carlos oliveria x reader #carlos oliveria smut #carlos oliveira fluff #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria fanart #x reader #Carlos oliveira x fem! reader #carlos oliveria x gn!reader

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

GROCERY STORE ( oneshot )

(CARLOS OLIVEIRA X GN! READER)

⋆★ word count : 294

⋆★ warnings : fast paced, no format sorry😭

⋆★ summary : you meet your ex carlos while running errands and you rekindle

⋆★ extra : it’s cringe and I hate it, it’s super fast paced no structure either (I didn’t have a title on this for a hot minute)

You're running errands on a sunny Saturday afternoon when you run into Carlos at the grocery store. It's been years since you last saw him, and your heart races as you lock eyes. You exchange pleasantries, and he tells you he's in town visiting his family. You talk for a while, catching up on old times and reminiscing about the good times you had together.

As you say goodbye, you realise how much you've missed him and his presence. You invite him out for coffee, and he says yes. You're excited to see him again, and when you meet up, things feel natural and comfortable. You find the easy rapport you once had, and the conversation flows effortlessly. You leave feeling happy and hopeful.

Over the next few days, you can't stop thinking about Carlos. You think about the way he used to make you laugh, the way he always knew how to comfort you when you were upset, and the way his touch sent shivers down your spine. You realize that you still love him, and you can't imagine living the rest of your life without him.

One day, you're lying in bed, unable to sleep, when you realize that you need to see him. You grab a jacket and run out of the house, driving to his apartment. When you arrive, you're nervous, but you knock on his door. He answers, looking surprised to see you.

You tell him how you feel, how much he means to you, and that you still love him. You're nervous, but you pour your heart out, telling him everything you've been feeling since you saw him again. You tell him that you regret not asking him out again after your coffee date, and that you've been thinking about him non-stop since then.

He listens quietly, taking in your words. When you finish, he takes your hand and tells you he's never stopped loving you either. You both stand there, feeling the warmth of the sun on your faces, holding each other tightly, feeling like no time has passed at all.

You realise that sometimes, second chances are worth taking. You and Carlos start dating again, and it feels like you've never been apart. You go on long walks together, talk about your hopes and dreams, and make new memories that you'll cherish forever.

Years later, you look back on that sunny day when you ran into Carlos at the grocery store, and you know that it was the start of something beautiful.

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #writers on tumblr #x male reader #x reader #x fem!reader #resdient evil

[babyyweebbitch]

Carlos with an S/O who has SH scars

so i’ve done something like this before but this is a comfort thing for anyone (including me) struggling with SH or something like that. i wanna say i (and carlos) love u and hope ur getting better 🥰

content warning for : female reader ; SH scars ; talk about SH

carlos obviously has a few scars from his job so he doesn’t mind scars that much, he actually thinks you’re more attractive with them. he knows you have some on your arms and your chest you said were childhood accidents or something

the thing is you never wore shorts or anything that showed your legs around him. not that he cared because he knows everyone is different and don’t like shorts but after a year of dating him he thought you would’ve been more comfortable with him but he didn’t say shit out of respect to you

carlos had brought up going to a pool party he and Tyrell were thinking about having. well not exactly a party because it was just gonna be you, carlos and tyrell — more of a little hang out with friend plus girlfriend. you panicked on the inside and you said you would think about it

carlos nodded and noticed your attitude changed after he mentioned pool. during the days leading up to the day you kept asking if you had to swim and kept asking if you had to wear a bathing suit, he obviously said you didn’t have too but if you wanted to you could if you wanted to

the day before the hangout was when he finally asked why you were acting so weird and asking so many questions about bathing suits and swimming

it was around 7:55 at night when carlos found you sitting on the couch with your phone in hand and earbuds in your ears. he had a few seconds to decide if he was gonna question you on why you kept asking so many questions or not and he decided last minute he was going to. he walked over to you and tapped your knee to get your attention. you sat up and pulled the earbuds out your ears to see what he wanted

“listen… you don’t have to answer but why do you keep asking about swim suits and swimming…? like you’ve been asking alot and i dont…. know —“ you felt your heart sink into your ass when he asked that, you looked down and played with the cord of your ear buds

“uh… well—“ you started, you knew he wasn’t gonna shut up about why you kept asking so you decided you’d show him instead of having to explain. you stood up and untied the strings of your sweatpants you had on and pulled the pants down and stood there, looking away because you were scared of his reaction.

you had scars on both your thighs and hips, some even in your calves. a lot of them were different sizes, small, big, medium. some looked deep some looked faded. carlos kinda just stood there staring at them and he thought of everything they could be that wasn’t what he knew they were

“y…you got hurt…? or you fell on glass….?” he asked, in a gentle voice he couldn’t stop looking at them but when he did he saw you crying

“c-carlos….”

“you…. no — it can’t be that… right…? it’s not is it?”

all you could do was nod and try not to sob like a baby. he was in shock… he had no idea what to say or do so he just sat down

“y/n… it’s…. why?”

“it was the only thing i had to do and i got addicted…. i was hospitalised three or four times and almost died because of how much blood i lost…” you explained to him and he reached out to grab your hand and pull you to him. he pulled you into his lap and that’s when you started sobbing into his chest. he held onto you and rubbed your head and back as you cried

he held you until you stopped crying and he looked down at the scars before looking at you “you’re okay now right? you’re not… still doing that are you?” you shook your head and wiped your eyes from the tears. you sniffled and played with the end of your shirt avoiding eye contact with him

“i…im sorry—“ you mumbled, he almost didn’t hear you but when he realised you just apologised he shook his head

“do not… do not apologise… i should be sorry i didnt realise sooner — a year of not knowing about this is too long…” he pulled you closer and he gently traced your scars making you tense up a bit but then you relaxed realising he wasn’t going to hurt or yell at you like your parents did when they found out you started and didn’t stop until you were almost dead from it

“b-but i—“

“no buts…. just know i’m proud of you… for not doing that anymore and being strong…” he said making you cry even more and harder. he held you the entire time you cried and even slept on the couch holding you. he felt guilty he didn’t know but at the same time he’s glad you’re okay and healthy again

✨Bonus 💃🏾🕺🏾✨

the day you had the hangout you actually put on a swim suit. you went to show Carlos who was getting snacks ready. he didn’t tell you this but that entire morning he was thinking about you and what you went through, what caused you to do that to yourself but he didn’t ask.

“carlos….” you said, standing there with the swim suit on and your hands to your side not knowing what to do with them “do you think… he will notice…?” you asked, very scared your mutual friend will bring it up at the pool

“no… he’s not like that — even if he did you shouldn’t care… you’re okay now that’s all that matters” he said, a smile on his face as he closed the bag with snacks and drinks in it and he handed it to you

“i know… but what if—“

“ah! Y/N, no ifs or buts! i have scars, he has scars. we all have scars and we shouldn’t care what people say” he was pretty good at keeping you on track and making sure you know you were doing well and that you shouldn’t care about what people say or think. you nodded and he gave you a kiss on the forehead before going to get changed. you went and grabbed one of his big jackets that looked like a Parka but minus the fur and 70 pounds of fabric. you put that on and zipped it up before putting on your shoes

you waited for carlos to come out and the two of you were on your way to Tyrell’s house. once you two got there you both went to the back yard where the pool was and you got the drinks and stuff set up while Carlos and Tyrell were inside getting the rest of the stuff

“hey… she has some stuff — ya’know scars and whatnot on her legs she’s kinda insecure about…” he leaned over and said quietly while the two were alone and close enough to be able to talk quietly.

“what happened..?”

“i’ll let her explain that to you whenever she’s ready but for now you don’t see them and you don’t bring it up, okay?” carlos said

“i would never — but zipped and locked away. not a word from this mouth, Car” tyrell nudged him and the two laughed before they went out to where you were, already on a floaty in the pool

“already in without us!?”

“i couldnt help it! you have a freaking duck floaty! i had to!” you called out, slowly turning on the floaty and you looked over at the two

“you know how she likes ducks, T”

“you’re gonna love the duck cups i got for you then”

“you have duck cups?! :O”

i know ppl wont like this because it’s “sensitive” or something but it is a comfort thing so 😀 hope u all enjoyed! i’m rusty because i havent written in a while. this also isn’t proof read so enjoy the potential typos 🕺🏾💃🏾

edit: i can do another one of these with another character too! i actually wanna write more about serious topics like this one

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira headcanons #x fem reader #fem reader #resident evil x fem!reader #resident evil x reader

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 3 Remake

THE PRICE OF LIFE: Nikolai Zinoviev/Nicholai Ginovaef x fem!reader

Summary: Nicholai was too interesting to not care about. He was too interesting to be left behind - maybe she cares a bit too much.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Russian isn't the best, I only know a few words in that language so I used Google translator to help me. If something isn't correct and/or something is used in the wrong context, please tell me so I can learn and improve :)

Warnings: mentioned wounds, referenced manipulation (only vaguely, you have to decide what it really is), slightly unhealthy relationship tropes

•••

Nicholai was a very calculated man.

She was very well aware of that fact as soon as she first saw him and talked to him. He knew what to expect from her, when to expect it and how to use that knowledge in his favor. She knew that it was a very useful skill to have, especially in a situation like theirs.

That was until she figured out another thing about him.

Nicholai was also a man mostly driven by greed and power.

And greed mixed with the ability to deduce someone's next move and worth was a pretty dangerous skill.

He may have been greedy, but he was also too interesting to not care about. She liked to listen to him talk and then understand the meaning of those words, because even if money was clearly the main motivator, he was right. He was a great survivalist who understood the very basic rule of life: no one else's life matters, but your own.

He wasn't an ordinary man she'd meet around every corner and that led to her being too interested in him to leave him alone. Even if Jill didn't trust him, even if he made her leave her friend behind to save her own life - she knew he was right and she was glad she decided to stick with him.

If anyone can make it out of the city alive, it was Nicholai - and perhaps, if she isn't too annoying and boring - she can leave with him too.

It was because of these facts she had managed to know about him that she became scared, doubtful and a bit disappointed. There he was, the man she decided to trust, the man she decided to believe - and he was wounded.

He was wounded, defeated - destroyed because of his own ego. He thought he was clever, he thought he knew Jill Valentine, yet he underestimated her.

She shot him to save her own life - she learned that from Nicholai himself.

"There's a price tag for everything. Even letting the world burn."

Once again, he was right. Even if it wasn't a thing she'd do, it was something others are definitely doing right in that same moment somewhere else.

"Who are you working for?"

Carlos was on his way towards the helicopter and he tilted his head, trying to make a silent sign so she'll get moving and help him. She shook her head and looked at Jill - I can't: that's what her movements said, but I don't want to was what she really wanted to say.

Carlos nodded, seemingly understanding - or misunderstanding - what she meant to say. He thought she tried to look out for Jill, when in reality it was another person she tried to look out for.

"I'll tell you if you get me out of here." that first line was for Jill, she was sure of it, but then his eyes found hers as he continued: "I'll pay you whatever you want."

As Carlos climbed into the helicopter leaving no one to look directly at her, she tilted her head with a small smile.

You'll pay, huh?

She did her best to look inside herself and find her main motivator what followed her throughout the whole night. It was the want and need to survive. And she survived - she was here and Jill will for sure take her out of the city. They were friends and Jill won't rub anything into her face or scream at her saying: 'What did you do to save yourself?' No, she loves her too much for that.

But money? She doesn't want the money. She doesn't need it at all. She won't be able to spend it, knowing at which part of her life she had gotten it.

Respect on the other hand...

"You're a fool. You're a fool!" Jill turned away and walked up to the chopper, she followed her letting Nicholai shout all he wanted - it wasn't the right moment. For a second she couldn't decide who he shouted at, but then realized it was for Jill - it was the performance for Jill. Nicholai would never beg. "If I die you'll never find out the truth."

There it was - the effect he had on her and on her whole being from the first second they've met. She liked him. She respected him. She could love him.

She didn't want him to die. Sure, he'd deserve a punch or two, but not death.

As Jill helped her climb into the chopper she realized that Nicholai knows that. He knows she likes him and respects him and that a part of her wants him in ways she shouldn't. He knew from the first talk they've had that he won't die here - no, because she will be the right escape plan.

"I don't mind a little detective work."

Jill climbed in - she didn't. She sat down, letting her legs dangle. Jill disappeared behind her, deciding to talk to Carlos.

She kept her gaze on Nicholai, who kept pressure on the wound. Their eyes met.

She tried to make herself unreadable, something new and uncertain - she wanted to shock him, surprise him even if she knew nothing can really come as a shock to a man like Nicholai Ginovaef.

She kept her mouth in a straight line, pressured her muscles to keep herself from smiling. But her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Nicholai smiled and let out a laugh. She didn't laugh with him.

"Did you learn?" the question came as a shock.

Did she?

She learned the basics. She knew what her own life meant and what a good accomplice meant. She learned to survive...

... yet she's about to do something what could kill her.

The answer is no. She didn't learn. Her wants and pure needs were greater than the voice inside her head saying: Go with Jill and repair the friendship as long as it can be repaired.

She didn't want to go with Jill - or Carlos.

The propeller started to move and then the helicopter started to ascend.

Half a meter - for a moment she saw something new on Nicholai's face.

One meter - it looked like pure betrayal.

"Hey, Jill!" she shouted through the sound of the propeller.

"Yeah?"

One and a half meters - she has to make sure they'll go without her.

"Go on a vacation after this!"

"You'll come with me, right?"

Right? She left her when the Nemesis attacked them in the subway. She felt sorry she did that, but she didn't regret it one bit.

She smiled at her friend.

Two meters.

"Go somewhere calm and sunny."

Jill's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

"It was nice to meet you Carlos." she looked at their temporary pilot and then back at her friend. "Have a great life Jill."

"What--"

Two and a half meters. She jumped.

She jumped and she heard Jill scream after her. She jumped and saw as the chopper stopped in the air for a few seconds.

She heard Carlos' voice through the noise, probably explaining that they don't have much time left. They knew that - everyone knew that: Carlos, Jill, Nicholai, herself. She calculated it perfectly.

She landed perfectly with a small, quiet puff.

"You didn't learn at all, did you?"

She made sure the chopper moved away and only then did she start to walk towards Nicholai.

"Sure thing I did." she started, trying to not grin. "You said it yourself, there's a price tag for everything."

Nicholai chuckeled, he understood the reference.

"And I really hope you'll pay me well enough."

She stretched out her arm, letting him grab her hand so she can pull him up.

"What makes you think I will? I could kill you, we could both die here."

She looked up at him when his grip on her hand changed. His hand moved up until it had a firm hold on her wrist.

"We won't die here. I'm pretty sure you have the keys for that other chopper right there." she tilted her head towards it. "You're too calculating to just wait for your own death."

"Why did you jump? You could've escaped with your friends. You have no further use of me just like I have no further use of you."

She looked up at him as if this would be the first time she really looked at him, examining his features, his eyes, his grin. She looked at him and for the first time she really saw what he tried to hide. She saw that he fell into the same trap she did.

"I did it for the same reason you didn't kill me." she started, swallowing, getting herself ready to say the next words: "You like me. And I like you too."

His gaze was cold. It explored her whole being, all the small cuts she had on her face and shoulders.

And he smiled. He smiled like he knows something she doesn't.

"Ty vazhen dlya menya. Ya nenavizhu eto." she didn't understand a word he said even if her heart fluttered at the sudden Russian. "Malen'kiy vyzhivshiy." he grinned.

"So," she began as she swallowed down the softness and hope she felt when he spoke up in Russian - it was pretty attractive just like his accent. "let's get out of here, no?"

His grip tightened even more and for a second she was afraid there'll be an ugly purple mark left behind. Her heartbeat quickened. God he had such a hold on her, on her whole being, he could control her in ways no one else could.

"What'll happen if you're wrong?" he leaned in, she was able to feel his breath on her face and he kept the eyecontact no matter where she looked. "What'll happen then, zólotse? You'll get nothing out of it, no? No money, no man, no life. Nichego."

She didn't hide away. She didn't take a step back. Nicholai wouldn't like that.

No, he wants her to answer, to say something, to prove what she is: is she worthy of survival or is she too shy and meaningless? He wouldn't leave her. It'd hurt him a bit too much, but she'd get a place in his book, a term.

She put one of her hands on his shoulder, her fingertips getting lower, closer to the wound. He took a deep breath - it must've hurt like Hell.

"But I am right. So it doesn't matter, does it?" she watched as her fingertips became red. "And let's be honest if I'd die tonight your money wouldn't be able to buy me back. I'm too interesting to play with, no?"

He liked that. He liked that short challenge. He liked that she didn't back down.

Her hand traveled lower until it reached a pocket. She kept the eyecontact even as she reached in to grab the keys she had suspected were there.

"Let's get going so we won't have to figure out what happens if we both die." she said after she held the keys in her hand.

She took a step back, but he stopped her. Even if he was wounded, he was still strong - stronger than her at least. He pulled her close, much closer than before. He only stopped when they were so close their noses almost touched.

She felt her eyelids get heavy. Her stomach fluttered, her heartbeat quickened. Every instinct in her, every piece of her body told her to get comfortable and get ready. Everything inside her told her to lean closer and kiss him.

But she didn't. And Nicholai didn't move either.

He just smirked and then whispered: "Malen'kaya ved'ma." It sounded like he teased her.

"You really want to die tonight, don't you?" she whispered too. "We should hurry up."

"Fine." he let go of her and then continued to press his hand on his wound.

They walked toward the other chopper and just as they got in, he continued to talk: "Ty mne nravish'sya."

She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded honest and soft - and Nicholai was a pretty rough man. He smiled and so did she.

No one was left behind that night. No one died and no one got paid. Because she didn't want to leave him and he didn't want to let her go.

Nicholai was a man driven by greed. If he found something he liked, he kept it. And he didn't like to share.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 remake #re3 #nicholai ginovaef #nikolai zinoviev #nicholai ginovaef x reader #nikolai zinoviev x reader #nicholai ginovaef x fem!reader #nikolai zinoviev x fem!reader #jill valentine #carlos oliveira

[cinnaamela]

MASTERLIST

( x ) = SMUT

( ෆ ) = SOME FLUFF & SMUT

( f ) = FLUFF

( a ) = ANGST

RESIDENT EVIL :

Trance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Lakeside Romance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Late Mornings — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Into The Night — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Well Rested Workout — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Egg Hunting Proposal — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Stormy Days — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Restless Comfort — Leon Kennedy ( a + f )

Needy Princess — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Teasing Him & Under The Desk — Leon Kennedy ( x )

Giving Him Head & Making Him Cum More Than Once — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

A Sloppy First — Carlos Oliveira ( x )

Lustful Sweetness — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Fucked in a dressing room — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Helping you after a bad day — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Riding A Cocky Woman’s Strap — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Woman In Uniform — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Jill Valentine x F!Reader HCS — ( x )

That’s It Baby Focus On Me — Ada Wong ( ෆ )

THE LAST OF US :

Head Over Pussy — Ellie Williams ( x )

Easy, That’s My Girl — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Moonlight Beauty — Ellie Williams ( x )

Heaven N` Back — Ellie Williams ( x )

With F!Reader she loves to spoil — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Comforts the F!Reader after a nightmare w/ a intimate session — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Met Her In A Seattle Bookstore — Ellie Williams ( f )

VALORANT :

Strolling Through The Parks — Gekko, Kj, and Jett x F!Reader ( f )

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[dean-samw67]

Carlos Carlos carlos!

But hear me out, Leon and Carlos sandwich with reader in the middle I think I would PASS OUT.

Bonus points if it’s like…. At a gym or a pool and they’re all sweaty or wet (I will see my perverted ass out)

Hot and Heated

Carlos Oliveira x Fem!reader x Leon Kennedy

A/N: No because I will always take a Carlos x Reader x Leon!!! This is like my biggest fantasy!! Hope you enjoy! I am a little rusty so I hope I did okay! Also I am not a big fan of anal but for Carlos... ANYTHING

Warnings!: Pure self-indulgent smut, porn without a plot, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, dirty talk, threesome

Words: 2704

You had known Leon and Carlos for as long as you could remember. So it wasn’t an odd thing to find you at the gym with them occasionally. If you weren’t at the gym, you definitely were at your house with them, in your pool. 

Today just happened to be a super hot day, so both boys decided crashing your house was the way to go. You were sitting out in a pool chair, eyes closed as the two boys lounged in the pool. You were sweating heavily, even in your bikini. 

“Come on in, Y/n. You know we don’t bite.” Carlos calls you over, causing you to lift your head and look at the two men. 

They were both wet, possibly from a mix of sweat and pool water. Your tongue swipes over your lips as you drink them both in with your eyes. Yeah, you found your two friends quite attractive. Who wouldn’t? And to have both of them in swimsuits in your pool was any person's dream come true. 

Carlos runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Due to it being wet, it held from his face. You sigh with a small smirk to yourself as you get up from the chair. 

“I guess.” You playfully act annoyed. 

“Are we not good enough for you?” Leon chuckles as you sit at the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the cool water. It did feel nice with how hot it is outside. 

“She’s just a stubborn one, Leon. She just needs a little…” Carlos’s hand wraps around your ankle, a smirk spreading across his face. “Push.” Before you could react, Carlos yanks you into the water. You had enough time to hold your breath as you went under and then come back up, wiping your face as you gasp. 

“Carlos!” You smack him in the chest as you come back from his sudden surprise. 

“What? I was cooling you off.” Carlos chuckles as he watches you with a proud smirk. You give him a small glare as you back up in the water. 

“And this is why Leon is my favorite.” You hook your arm with Leon’s as you stop next to him. 

“I am?” A soft blush reaches Leon’s cheeks as he looks down at you. 

“Come on, Darling. I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be like that.” Carlos chuckles as his eyes scan up and down your body. You roll your eyes at the dark haired man and then look at Leon, standing on your toes in the water and kissing his cheek. Yeah, maybe you were trying to get a rise out of Carlos. You loved it though. Leon gasps as his face becomes a deeper shade of red. It made you giggle as you landed back on your feet under the water. Carlos smirks and dives under the water. You watch as his figure gets closer underneath you. You squeal as he jumps up and out of the water, right behind you, his hands then resting on your hips. You were now in between the two of them, your face now red. 

“Aw, are you gonna get shy now?” Carlos stares down at you as his thumbs rub circles on your hips, causing your heart to beat so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself think. 

“No.” You scoff as you roll your eyes, looking at Leon, who now faces you. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the nerves get to you. Stuck between two, hot, half naked, wet men. Yeah, you had to be dreaming. But the tightening of Carlos’s grip made it feel just as real as it is. 

“She’s pretty like this, huh, Leon?” Carlos chuckles. 

“She is.” Leon’s thumb strokes over your cheek as you meet his eye. You can feel as Carlos leans closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing your skin. 

“You have goosebumps.” He whispers against your ear, his nose skimming over your skin. 

“What?” You gasp as you pull your eyes from Leon and look back at Carlos. 

“You have goosebumps.” His hand rises out of the water and trails over your arm, where the hair stood up. “And I know there is no way you are cold.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because you are stuck between two warm bodies and it is already pretty hot out.” Carlos chuckles in your ear, sending more shivers along your body. It is like electricity as you feel Leon’s hands caress over your sides. You take a deep inhale as you close your eyes, taking in all the feelings. 

“Give us the word, and we will do it.” Carlos whispers. It. You knew exactly what he meant. It was something you had wanted to do for quite a while. 

“Please.” You beg, your voice just above the whisper. With that one word, Carlos was attacking your neck with kisses, which made your heart pound even louder from the action. As Carlos was working on one side of your neck, Leon leans forward and leaves kisses along the other side. It made you let out a gasp of pure enjoyment as both men step closer to you, Carlos tightly against your back and Leon’s chest against yours. 

You had experienced pleasure before but this… this was something you couldn’t put into words. Words couldn’t describe how you felt in this moment. It was raw and beautiful and it didn’t matter about anything besides that it felt amazing. Carlos’s hand slips across your front and into your bottoms. His fingers just grace over your clit causing a jolt of pleasure and a loud gasp to release from the back of your throat. 

He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck and moves his fingers back over your clit, placing pressure on it. He rubs slow, torturous circles as you let out lewd noises that filled the air. You grip onto Leon’s arms, looking for stability anywhere. You had no doubt your neighbors would know what was going on in your backyard, even if it was fenced in. 

“You make such pretty noises.” Leon whispers against your neck as his hands move up your sides to cup your breasts. You were breathing heavily as you rested your head back on Carlos’s shoulder. 

“She does, doesn’t she?” Carlos had a wide smirk plastered on his face as he was still rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck…” You let out a heavy gasp, your chest heaving up and down into Leon’s hands. 

“Well, that's not such a pretty word coming from those pretty lips.” Carlos’s voice was extremely cocky. 

“Shut up.” Your hips buck against his hand as he slows his rubbing even more. 

“Ah, ah, ah. Do you want to be rewarded with our touch? Because if so, you need to be nicer.” You open your eyes and look up at him with a glare as you continue to moan and gasp softly, your breath hitting his face. “I mean…” Carlos begins to remove his hand from your bikini bottoms. You grip his wrist quickly with one of your hands. 

“No… please don’t stop.” You whimper as you feel the pleasure receding. Leon glances up at Carlos, your breasts still in his hands, but not moving. 

“But you were being mean. That doesn’t deserve a reward.” Carlos raises an eyebrow. 

“No… I didn’t mean it… Carlos.” You whimper as you reach your hand up to his face and cup it in your desperate need to get him and Leon to please you again. 

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t think you deserve it.” His eyes lock with yours. 

“Please.” You beg, leaning up a bit and pressing your lips softly to his for a few moments. He smiles softly in the kiss just before you pull away. 

“Good girl.” He chuckles as his fingers find your clit again sending a jolt of electric pleasure through your body, causing you to tremble a bit under his touch. Leon takes to now slip his hands under your bikini top and massaging your breasts under his hands, his palms swiping your nipples as he does so. 

Your hand that was on Carlos’s face slides up to his hair, gripping at the thick locks. Your other hand claws into Leon’s arm. This was just some touching. You were completely at their mercy. Leon leaves gentle kisses along your chest and shoulders. You arch your back, your chest pressing further into Leon’s hands. 

Each touch just sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each gasp becomes a little louder. And just as you felt yourself beginning to reach the finish, Carlos slips a finger into your hole, his thumb still working on your clit. 

“Oh shit!” You whimper at the unexpected, but welcomed, feeling. Carlos’s other hand takes your face by the chin. 

“Language, darling.” He smirks, enjoyment coming from messing with you. Your eyelids flutter closed as your eyes roll back, his middle finger moving in and out of your cunt. In the midst of it all, Leon pulls down the cup of your top and leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue working wonders. 

“Carlos… Leon…” Both their names came out as broken cries of pleasure. Your legs were trembling under the water as your nails drag along Leon’s bicep. With a light tug at Carlos’s hair, and a grunt earned from it, you are whimpering wildly as your walls clench on Carlos’s finger with your release. As Carlos slows his pace and pulls his hand from your bottoms, Leon lifts his head from your nipple. Both of them had eyes on you, soaking in your post orgasm state. 

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up through hooded eyelids, meeting Leon’s eyes. “You’re such a mess already.” He had a small smirk on his face. 

“And we aren’t even finished with ya’.” Carlos chuckles as his nose brushes against your neck, the smell of your arousal and sweat, turning him on further. You could already feel it. Him and Leon were both erect and their swim trunks were tight. 

“I need you both to take me.” You beg as you glance between the two of them. 

“At the same time?” Leon looked at you in a small state of shock. 

“I have multiple holes for a reason.” You seductively bit down on your bottom lip as you meet his eye. 

“I like how your dirty little mind works, Y/n.” Carlos lets out a low, dark chuckle that came from his chest. 

Within an instant the two of them had you completely undressed in between them before discarding their own trunks. All your clothing was tossed onto the ground at the side of the pool. You could now feel each of their erect cocks, rubbing against your skin. Leon’s against your stomach, and Carlos’s against your back and ass. 

You gasp as you feel Carlos lift you up, hands on your inner thighs so your legs are spread open. You lean back against his chest for stability, Leon’s hands holding you by the hips. Carlos leans against the wall of the pool as the two of them hold you up. It was obvious they didn’t need assistance from each other to hold you up but it made it all hotter. 

“You go in her first.” Carlos grunts as he looks at Leon. Leon nods and you feel his tip rub against your entrance. He meets your eye and a small nod was all he needed to push his whole cock into you at once. You let out a cry of pleasure, and a small amount of pain. It had been a while since you had sex so it was a bit uncomfortable at first. But within a few thrusts your walls wrapped around his length perfectly. 

“You ready, darling?” Carlos whispers in your ear, his accent strong with each word. It had you melting in his arms. 

“Yes…” You let out a breathy moan as Leon places his hand on one of your thighs for Carlos. Carlos takes a hold of his cock and lines up with your ass. His tip grazes your tight hold and it causes you to tense a bit. You never took someone back there before. 

“You need to let yourself relax.” Carlos rubs circles into your thigh he was still holding as Leon slows to a stop to let your body calm. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting my body relax, waiting for him. You feel Carlos reach to your pussy and smear some of your wetness to your back end and his cock, to lube you up. You were soaked that even the water wasn’t completely washing it away. Carlos lines up with your hole and very cautiously sinks in with a groan. You let out a whimper of pain, the walls of your ass clenching tightly on him. 

“Fuck… It- it's so tight…” Carlos stutters with a grunt. You were shaking as he bottoms out and places his hand back on your thigh. He places his forehead against your shoulder as he gasps. As he holds his place to let your body adjust, Leon begins his pace again in an attempt to allow pleasure to take over the pain. 

“Shit… She's clenching so much.” Leon whimpers as his fingertips dig into your hips. Each movement sent the water around you three splashing a bit. Your eyes roll back as the feeling of it all quickly becomes a lot. You felt full. Your body is in a mix of pain and pleasure, already overstimulated from earlier. With slow, long thrusts, Carlos begins to move.

It started off painful but each move was a step closer to your body giving into the pleasure the two men were bringing you. Within a few minutes both men were thrusting into your holes at fast paces that had your jaw hanging open, your moans piercing the air. All that could be heard was grunts, groans and cries of pleasure, mixed with the splashing of the water. 

It didn’t take long for your body to begin to tremble against theirs. “You like that?” Leon mutters against the skin of your chest, kissing it. 

“Yeah, she does. She loves being this full with the cocks of her two best friends.” Carlos grunts out as he drinks in the mess they were making you. It was a beautiful sight. Mouth open, body practically limp and to their mercy now, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and body damp from a mix of sweat and water. 

The two mens rhythms lined up perfectly, slamming deeply into your holes, which clenched hard on them. Neither of them thought they could last long, but it was clear you couldn’t either. 

“Where do you want us to cum, sweetheart?” Carlos gasps into your ear. 

“Inside. Inside me, please. Fill me up.” You whine through the pleasure, each stroke pushing me to the edge. The louder they got was more of a signal to their pending release. Your whole body was shaking from head to toe. Even the guys were trembling. You had your back roughly pressed against Carlos’s chest, nails digging into the flesh of Leon’s shoulders. 

“I can’t hold on…” Leon gasps as he buries his face in your neck. One last thrust and he was finished, coating your walls with his seed. It took a few more thrusts out of Carlos to then release his hot cum inside your ass. This all sent you over the edge as they both filled you up. Your body shivered with its release as you arch your back, letting out loud whines. 

Each of you came down from your highs with heavy breathing as both men stilled inside you. Your body, now completely limp in their arms, could barely move aside from trembling. 

“How about we clean you up and take you inside?” Carlos’s lips skim over the temple of your head. 

“We can lay with you in between us.” Leon cups your cheek with a gentle hand. 

You give a breathless nod with a small smile, having a strong feeling this wasn’t over.

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#fandom #fanfics #x reader #video games #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria smut #carlos oliveria x reader #leon kennedy x reader #fan fic smut #shameless smut #I was foaming at the mouth writing this

[ivysoul]

me when i’m the first person to request a lil carlos fic from youuu 😁 here’s what i’m thinking.

carlos is a pussy eating god. literally would stay between your thighs for hours, and he has. reader starts feeling bad, feeling like she doesn’t give him the proper gratitude he deserves for taking care of her all the time. so she’s determined to give him the most toe curling, sheet gripping, life altering head imaginable, not letting up until she feels like he’s had enough.

tl/dr: reader gives carlos the head of his lifetime, practically overstimulating him ^^ (i hope this made sense.)

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 masterlists

pairings carlos oliveira x fem!reader

summary since the beginning of the relationship, carlos has spent majority of his time in between your thighs, bringing you to the stars. now it’s time to return the favour and increase it tenfold than what you were doing before.

warnings most sheet gripping oral i’ve ever written (m), praise, reader calls carlos good boy like once, overstim, two orgasms. nothin too crazy !! (carlos also calls the reader mama a lot don’t talk abt it i literally can’t stop.) not proof read don’t come for me.

notes me when you me when venus me when when when

“What’s gotten into you?”

It was right of Carlos to be suspicious of you when you all but jumped on him the moment he walked in the door. Your hands ventured across his body, giving his large biceps a few firm squeezes before going to wrap around his neck. And the kisses were passionate (as always), but needy. So incredibly needy.

You were never this visibly antsy, you were always able to tone it down even if all you wanted was Carlos. But he was gone for almost two weeks and you found yourself missing his company and feeling incredibly lonely.

“What, a woman can’t miss her boyfriend now?”

Your fingers looped into the waistband of his pants, but not venturing too low. However Carlos, having spent too fucking long away from you, felt his body react before his brain could catch up. His t-shirt made him feel too hot and clammy and he needed to get it off. Preferably in the bedroom. With you.

“You’re acting like I was gone for such a long time, sweetheart,” even he didn’t believe the words entirely himself, because it was a long time. Any amount of time away from you is a long time to him.

You didn’t respond, figuring your actions would speak for themselves. So, you dragged him by his belt loops to the bedroom and took his clothes off for him one piece at a time.

Carlos smiled down at you but furrowed his eyebrows. “Y’know, I was gonna take a shower. I would assume that’d be more hygienic before we do this.”

You chuckled lightly. “You could roll around in cow shit and I would still wanna fuck you,” he stared at you. “Okay maybe that’s a bit of a stretch but you get the point. A bit of dirt never scared me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling your way over to him. You sat hovered over his half hard cock, reattaching your lips to his and tugging roughly at his hair. The action caused for him to moan into your mouth and squeeze his arms around your body tightly.

Your gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Missed you so much, baby,” you pulled away to say, a bit breathless.

“I missed you, too, honey,” he smiled at you lovingly. He’ll never get tired of looking at you. “Want me to make you feel good?”

You almost nodded, too into the routine of him coming back and finding home in between your thighs. But instead, you shook your head, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin from looking at his confused expression.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s your turn.”

Those words alone caused his cock to reach a full erection.

You didn’t give him head often, he always insisted on the fact that your pleasure came before his. Plus, in his eyes, if he got to have sex with you, it was enough. He got most of his pleasure from giving you yours, and he didn’t have a problem with that one bit. But you did, for the most part.

So when you did suck him off, you made sure it always topped the last occasion. This time was no different.

You started placing kisses on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones, leaving little lovebites on his skin. It looked like a trail going from his collarbones to behind his ear and it made you giggle, which in turn made Carlos giggle.

Though his laughing stopped when your brushed your thumb across the tip of his cock. The laugh trailed off into a whine, and it made you smirk.

Your lips are at his v-line now and your free hand is tangling in his happy trail. Your kisses are sloppy and wet, and when you lean back to look at his cock, you audibly moan at the sight.

The tip was an angry red colour and leaking pre-cum. And god, you didn’t even know he could get this hard. “So pretty, baby. Your cock is so, so pretty.”

Carlos didn’t expect you to take his entire length down your throat in one go, but here you were. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately accumulating in your eyes, but you kept going when Carlos let out a throaty moan. The sound made your clit throb.

“Holy fuck,” his voice was strained. You freed his cock from your mouth and trailed your tongue up a prominent vein, circling around his tip when you made it to the end of the vein. You pumped his cock with your hand, relishing in the way he was so needy for your touch.

Then, you ducked up head down and took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and kissing at it as he groaned. His fingers laced through your hair, trying his best to keep it at light tugs, but he found it harder and harder as time went on. “Shit, mama. So fuckin’ good at this.”

You squeezed around his tip and hummed in appreciation, which of course, only made him whine. Moving to his cock once again, you took him into your warm mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down agonizingly slow.

Carlos tried—he really did—to keep his self control, but every ounce of it was lost to you. His hips suddenly bucked up into your mouth and made you gag, not that either of you were complaining whatsoever.

You sped up your pace now, leaving Carlos a moaning and whining mess. Moans of your name repeatedly leaving his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Hair disheveled, lips swollen and wet from the previous kissing and him biting down on them. The pleasure he was feeling in this moment was intense. He hasn’t felt like this in a while. His head was spinning and his abs were tense. He felt like a fucking teenager with how badly he needed you.

“Mama—‘M so close. Fuck, fuck,” his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged harder than he meant to, but it caused for you to moan around his cock, which sent vibrations of pleasure directly through it. “Uhng! Sh-hit…”

You moved one of your hands from his thigh to his balls and cupped them, groping them firmly, just how you know he likes it. So it was no surprise when he felt his orgasm approach way too quickly for his liking.

You lifted your mouth from him, a thick string of saliva connecting you to his tip. With a hand moving up and down his cock in fast motions and the other on his balls, you looked up to him through your lashes, wet with tears. “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum down my throat?”

“Fuck yes, mama. Gonna fuckin’ cum. Needa cum so bad. Please,” you always loved it when he begged. So how on earth could you possibly tell him no?

And he came when you resumed your actions. He released a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and groan as he came down your throat, shooting hot, white ropes of cum. You swallowed every bit that he gave you without once lifting your head. And then continued.

If he was gonna spend hours on end with his mouth on you, you were gonna spend some time with your mouth on him. Despite his overstimulated state and his whines for you to lay off.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit!”

His sounds were like music to your ears that wanted to bottle up and keep to yourself. Unlike his usual deeper voice, his voice now was higher pitched. You loved it when he got like this.

The pain mixed with the pleasure made him see literal stars. His chest was heaving and his ears were ringing, but god did he love it. “M-Mama—oh f-fuck! Can’t. Can’t.”

You squeezed his thigh assuringly, letting him know that he could get through this. Besides, you weren’t sure you quite payed back the favour yet. You could tell he was getting close again, by the way his hands were getting more and more restless and the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

And then he was cumming inside your mouth a second time. Unlike last time, you lifted off of him to swallow, deciding to give your throat a small break before you went at it again. You could definitely see why he loved to eat you out for so long.

You beamed at him, smiling sweetly and rubbing his thighs soothingly. “You did so good f’r me, my love. Such a good boy, yeah?” Your voice was hoarse and your throat burned a bit, but quite frankly, you didn’t care one bit.

He looked down at you with low lidded eyes and smiled weakly. “Yeah. ‘M good f’r you, mama. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, hon,” you manoeuvred your way up to straddle his hips again and kissed him deeply, and he moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ carlos oliveira ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #i kinda wanna write another part to this #like where it’s carlos eating the reader out #since he most definitely is the pussy eating god #also he’s a bit more subby than i intended but i literally couldn’t help myself it just happened #sorry guys😔 #i’m such a switch but mostly a dom i can’t help it #fully prepared for this to flop too #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira resident evil #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 #re3 remake #resident evil smut #smut #reader insert #saintlulls

[hearts4maddison]

All to much

| Lando Norris x Reader

Paring: Lando Norris x Fem!reader. warnings: Panic attacks,Mentions of ex, gossip accounts, Angst, Fluff. summary: In which already dealing with the long distance the gossip accounts certainly do not help. word count: 4023

Note: This is probably terrible it was a midnight idea and this rushed so it’s not the best! Again my spelling is bloody horrible! also no hate luisa! love her so much!

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You knew The whole Long distance relationship was hard. especially being in a relationship with a Formula 1 driver. You also knew that before getting into a relationship with Lando. And yeah You missed him like crazy even if he’d only been gone for a week. But You told yourself you could do it and that you could handle the time zones.

So everyday at night you found yourself awake at 3o’clock at night Cheering,shouting and jumping up and down every time Lando was about to over take or when he got a podium. And just seeing him enjoying himself was enough.

You found yourself awake curled up in bed scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Waiting and waiting for a text from Lando or a call from him. The last time you had talked to him was 2days ago he was more likely busy with all the post race interview or the meetings.

You didn’t want to look desperate mostly you didn’t want to look like a “overbearing girlfriend” who keeps blowing her boyfriend’s phone because she’s desperate for atleast one text. Now you just felt kinda ridiculous thinking the whole Long distance and the time zones were easy.

you scrolled and scrolled through people’s story’s until one Particular story had caught your eye Max Fwetrell. It was the normal Clubbing and having fun. Until someone in the back of the video stuck out.

Zooming in closer to the video you realised it was exactly who you thought it was..Lando and clearly by the looks of it he was living his best life drinking. It wasn’t just that he was extremely close to a girl a girl you had seen before but couldn’t exactly remember where.

You tried to shrug it off your really did. It’s not like Lando would just cheat on you without a single care in the world he wouldn’t…would he?

You decided to just leave it alone to just shut your phone and go to bed that would’ve been the best thing to do. But scrolling through multiple gossip accounts Fan accounts who were already posting about it.

| F1DriverGossip!

Liked by: Landolover, Mclarenforeverr and 14,611 others.

Caption: F1 Lando Norris Spotted in Jimmy’z Monte-Carlo With his ex Girlfriend Luisa oliveira could it be the two possibly getting back together? 👀

View all comments:

| Landolover! : Hoping this is true! Missed seeing them! > User982: agreed. >LN4: I thought i was the only one!

| Mclarenforeverr: I thought Lando had a girlfriend? >Oscarlover: Same? i mean she barley even goes to the paddock with him? Maybe he finally got bored? >User 5: Gurl i am his girlfriend 😛

User10: Didn’t know Lando was a player. 🔥 >Pastry16: Tea is piping hot and i’m here for it.

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You couldn’t believe, you didn’t want to believe it. You knew him and luisa stayed good friends after breaking up but this? That look wasn’t the I think of you as a firend it certainly looked like more.

You couldn’t breathe you tried to but you just couldn’t it felt as if a huge weight was suddenly put onto your chest and you couldn’t do anything about it. You felt the hot tears streaming down your cheek as you hugged your knees to your chest.

Did Lando still Love her? how could he just cheat on you in a whole different country!? or did this whole relationship mean nothing?

You hated it,You hated him and you didn’t even think it was possible to hate him. Those stupid gossip accounts! They were so toxic for what? And just because you didn’t go to the paddock all the time? You felt stupid.

You took deep breaths to try and calm down until a low buzzing sound came from next to you picking up the phone.Not bothering to wipe the tears away as you picked up the phone only to be greeted by Lando smiling a face.

“..Hey baby- Hey..hey..what’s going on..” he asked eyes widening taking in your running noes and tear stained cheeks.

“..seriously!…y-you have the audacity..to act clueless..!” You mange to hiccup out breathing.

“..Y/n..Whoa slow down..What’s going on..?” Lando asks his face scrunching up.

“…Slow d-down!? Like..you and Luisa weren’t..cozying up to each other..!” You say breathlessly

“…No..Y/n no..! baby..you have it all wrong..!”

“Really!? Enlighten me then..What were you doing..!” You ask taking deep breathes

“…Luisa came up to me..And we talked! nothing else i swear…We just talked and caught up and she left after that..” he says desperately

“…T-then..how am i supposed to know that..”

“y/n i love you so much..and the thought of even doing that..I can’t even imagine.” he says while sighing.

“..i-i’m..-sorry..” you mange to get out tears welling up.

“..Hey it’s okay..Just breathe my love..breathe” He says taking in deep breathes as you copy his actions finally being able to calm down.

“..You okay?” He says his face softening and the sight of you.

“..yeah” you respond wiping your tears away.

“I love you,You know that..so much?”

“..Love you too..Lando”

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Preference: You're injured

Resident Evil Characters X Fem!Reader

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira & Chris Redfield.

Requested ✅

Leon Kennedy:

Leon glances over at you, his expression tense as he assesses the situation. "Just stay close," he says. "Stick together, and watch each other's backs." He brandishes his knife, ready to fend off the Ganados.

"I don't think we'll be able to kill them all-" You're about to finish your sentence when a Ganado comes up from behind you, to which you have barely any time to react. "Y/N!" Leon calls out. You spin around just in time to see the Ganado lunging at you. Acting quickly, Leon pushes you out of harm's way and swings his knife, severing the Ganado's arm.

"Let's get out of here before more of them show up," you suggest, to which Leon nods and the two of you start to make a break for it.

After narrowly escaping the horde of Ganados, you and Leon find an abandoned building. As both of you catch your breath, you suddenly wince in pain, clutching your arm where a deep gash is bleeding profusely.

Leon notices and rushes to your side. "You're injured," Leon observes, concern evident in his voice as he gently examines your wound. Leon quickly rummages through his pack, pulling out a first aid kit. "Hold still," he instructs. You nod, grimacing against the pain.

His hands work carefully as he cleans and bandages your wound, his touch gentle yet firm. Leon's focused expression softens as he tends to your injury, his touch bringing some form of comfort to you.

"Thanks, Leon," you say, offering him a weak smile as he finishes dressing your wound. He returns the smile, albeit a bit strained. His gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer, making sure you're not injured anywhere else.

As the adrenaline begins to fade away, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. Leon sees this and silently offers you a shoulder to lean on. You gratefully accept, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Leon asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern as he looks down at you. "Yeah, I think so," you reply.

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Luis Serra:

Your heart races as you find yourself surrounded by a group of snarling Ganados in the abandoned house. You fumble for your gun but the sheer number overwhelms you. Fear grips you as you realise you probably won't make it out.

But you hear a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" Luis comes into view and with steady hands, he aims his gun and fires, each shot hitting another Ganado.

You feel relieved but that joy is short-lived because as the last Ganado collapses to the ground, it lunges at you; its claws tear through your flesh. You cry out in pain, feeling hot blood trickle down your leg.

Luis reacts swiftly, putting down the creature with one final shot. He rushes to your side, concern etched on his face as he assesses your injuries. "Cariña, are you alright?" he asks, voice filled with worry.

You nod weakly, trying to stand up. Luis gently supports you, his strong arms steadying you as you struggle to stand. "Easy now," he murmurs, his gaze soft and caring. With his support, you manage to rise to your feet. Luis keeps a close eye on you, his concern evident as he guides you out of the house to a safer spot.

As you both make your way out of the abandoned house, Luis keeps a protective arm around you. The adrenaline begins to fade, and the reality of your injuries sets in. You wince with each step, but Luis supports your weight with his body.

You find a relatively safe spot to rest, away from any potential threats. Luis carefully inspects your wound, his brow furrowing with concern as he assesses the damage. "I'm going to have to patch you up, okay?" he says, his voice firm but gentle. He starts rummaging through his pack, searching for supplies to tend to your injury.

As he begins to dress your wound, his touch is surprisingly gentle, his focus unwavering. Nothing is said between you two, but you don't feel the need to speak - it's a comfortable silence. When he finishes dressing your wound, he meets your gaze with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you," you whisper softly, your voice barely above a breath. Without a word, he pulls you into a tender embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You lean in, closing the gap between you, and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

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Jill Valentine:

Jill instinctively steps forward, hiding your body behind hers. "Stay behind me," Jill whispers, her voice remaining steady despite the current situation.

You have no time to even respond as the B.O.W from earlier - Nemesis - lunges forward, coming right at you both. Without thinking, you push Jill to the side and you both fall to the ground - out of the creature's reach.

Jill quickly rises to her feet, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. "We need to find a way out of here," you say, scanning the area for any possible escape routes. Jill nods, her expression determined as she grips her weapon tightly. Together, you make a dash for the nearest alley.

When you can no longer see or hear the B.O.W, you and Jill stop to catch your breath, leaning against the wall of a building that appeared to have been some sort of restaurant before this whole mess.

"Are you alright, darling?" Jill asks, concern etched in her voice as she checks you for any injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though the close encounter with Nemesis has left you quite shaken.

Jill pulls a slight face, as if not believing your words. She takes a closer look at you and as she looks at your shirt, she realises, "Y/N, you're bleeding."

"I am?" You glance down at your shirt, noticing the stain spreading across the fabric. "That thing must've got me earlier." You shrug, trying to downplay the injury but as the adrenaline fades, the pain worsens.

Jill's expression softens, her concern deepening. "Let me see," she insists, gently lifting the edge of your shirt to look at the wound.

Jill carefully inspects the wound, her brows furrowing in concern. "It's not too deep, but we need to clean and bandage it quickly," she says, her voice firm, leaving no room to argue. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a first aid kit, efficiently cleaning the wound and applying antiseptic before carefully bandaging it up.

Not long after, she's done. "Thanks, Jill," you say softly. She looks down at you, her eyes softening with a small smile. "Of course, darling," she replies.

Gently, she reaches out and cups your cheek, drawing you closer to her. And without another word, you lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips against hers in a lingering kiss.

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Carlos Oliveira:

In your cozy kitchen, Carlos and you are cooking together, getting ready for a fun night. You joke around as you chop some vegetables, but as you laugh at another one of Carlos' stupid jokes, you fail to pay attention to what you're supposed to be cutting.

Looking away from the vegetables for a split second, you manage to accidentally cut your palm with the knife. Pain shoots through you and you wince, dropping the knife with a clatter.

"Fuck!" you exclaim, clutching your hand to your chest as blood begins to seep from the wound. Carlos's laughter dies away instantly, replaced by a look of concern as he rushes to your side. "Hey, are you okay? Let me see."

You wince as he takes your hand in his, examining the cut with furrowed brows. "It's not too bad," he says, his voice gentle yet reassuring. "But we should clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

He gets you some paper towel to try to stop the bleeding and while you try to stem the bleeding, he goes to grab the first aid kit. With his steady hands, he cleans the wound carefully, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Thanks, Carlos," you murmur, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

He smiles warmly, his brown eyes softening. "No problem, mi amor. Just be more careful next time, okay?"

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Chris Redfield:

You and Chris are on holiday in a small cabin in the middle of the woods, a place for you to get away from your busy, demanding life. This was the perfect place as it was quiet and a way for you to just relax.

Next to you, Chris is fast asleep but you find yourself restless and unable to fall asleep. With a sigh, you slip out of bed, deciding to go for a quick walk to clear your head.

After what felt like a couple minutes, you start going back towards the cabin but lost in thought, you fail to notice the tree roots in front of you. With a sudden jolt, you stumble, pain shooting from your ankle and up your leg as you crash to the ground. You struggle to stand as the pain overwhelms you.

You manage to lean against a nearby tree and start thinking about how you're going to get back now. Just as you're about to rise and start limping the rest of the way back, you see what looks like a flashlight in the distance and a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" It's Chris.

"Here!" you call back.

You hear his pace quicken, coming in your direction. As Chris approaches, concern etched on his face, he looks at you and notices something is wrong. "What are you doing out here so late? Are you hurt?" he asks, crouching down beside you.

You wince, trying to hide the pain in your ankle. "I... I tripped over some roots," you admit sheepishly, trying to brush it off as nothing serious.

Chris's expression softens as he gently examines your ankle. "Let me take a look," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's swollen," he observes, his brows furrowing slightly with concern. "Let me help you back to the cabin and then we can ice that ankle," he offers, gently lifting you up and supporting you as you hobble back. He wraps an arm around you protectively, guiding you every step of the way.

As you reach the cabin, Chris helps you settle onto the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, he returns with a bag of ice and a makeshift wrap.

"Here, let's get this on your ankle," Chris says, kneeling beside you and carefully placing the ice pack on the injured area. His touch is gentle yet firm, comforting you despite the pain.

"Thank you, Chris," you say, to which he smiles warmly.

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Silly Little Fantasy (Carlos Oliveira x Reader) 18+

Carlos x Fem!Reader 18+ MINORS DNI

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Concept- Carlos was dreaming again... dreaming of you. And he didn't know what to do with himself. You hadn't known each other very long, hell he didn't even know your name. All he knew was that you were driving him crazy. 

Content- NSFW 18+, masturbation, oral, degrading, reader has a thing for accents, reader also has a cute tummy pooch 

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Carlos's eyes roamed across the room, though he wasn't entirely paying attention, just trying to make himself look busy. He hated these stupid things. It wasn't always Umbrella had to deal with national threats however, and he much preferred boring little parties than being sent out to wherever to extract people and secure overrun areas. That didn't mean Carlos paid much attention when it came to them. 

At least he usually didn't, but today he found something worth paying attention to. Rather... someone. Carlos couldn't quite explain how or why you stood out, there were several people that attended these things. Several people that could just have easily been perceived as attractive.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself. Maybe it was the way you quickly snubbed one of the rich assholes that decided the seat beside you needed filling. Maybe it was the way your pretty little throat seemed to move, as you swallowed the drink in your hands. Or maybe even it was the way your manicured nails wrapped around the stem of your wine glass. Whatever the reason, Carlos couldn't stop staring. 

That's where it had started anyway. Despite seeing the many failed attempts of others, he knew he'd be a fool not to at least try and get your attention. After all, you had already effortlessly captured his. 

As a guard, he was supposed to patrol around anyway. It wouldn't look too suspicious to walk around for a bit, casually bumping into you. He made his way over to the bar.

While thinking about how to approach you however, you moved a seat over, sitting right beside him. Carlos was stunned but wouldn't deny it had given him a little confidence boost. Of all the guys that had attempted to swoon you, he was the only one to successfully have you move and sit by him. 

"You stalking me?"

Carlos felt his cheeks flush, all potential game he had flying out the window. He let out a nervous chuckle, embarrassment creeping up along his neck. He had thought he was being subtle checking you out... How long had you noticed his gawking? 

"What... I... No, I work here," he replied, hating how he seemed to stumble over his words.

"At the bar?" you asked, raising one eyebrow skeptically.

This only seemed to make him more flustered, as he shifted in his little bar stool, suddenly feeling much too big for the chair.

"No, for the host. I decided to take my break now... I... needed a drink."

He couldn't quite go into details. All guards were undercover tonight. While Umbrella expected for things to go smoothly, they could never be too cautious. You didn't seem to buy it, still holding that same unamused look on your face.

"You needed a drink?"

"Well... I don't exactly mind the company either," Carlos teased, giving you a crooked smile. He seemed pleased with himself, finally finding his words. 

You didn't say anything, only rolling your eyes, as you reached down, taking another sip from your glass. 

"Hmm..." was all you said in response. 

Carlos was usually good with people, and he knew it. He knew he was attractive as well, which certainly helped when it came to wooing those around him. Despite all these qualities, he was no stranger to rejection either. 

When it came to you however, he wasn't quite sure where he stood. Being good with people and attractive to most, didn't seem to carry over when talking to you. 

"You find me attractive."

It wasn't a question but a statement. One you weren't asking confirmation for. You didn't need it. The way his lingering gaze seemed to rake over your body, his fidgety movements in the bar stool, and his inability to find his words all but confirmed this. 

After not giving a response, you flashed him a teasing smile, and the look you gave him somehow terrified him and turned him on. Your head tilted slightly, as you ran your index finger around the rim of your glass.

"And you want to know if I find you attractive?" you continued. 

Carlos could practically feel his clothes clinging to him rather tightly, the material growing a bit uncomfortable in all the wrong places. It took everything in him not to come off as desperate. 

You didn't need an answer, only reaching over and squeezing his thigh lightly. 

The little movement drove him wild, as his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his body felt a lot warmer. He was itching to get out of these clothes. 

You flashed him an inviting look, as you gracefully slid off the bar stool. You didn't have to tell Carlos twice, as he followed your lead, his heart pounding. 

If you had told him he'd be receiving the best head of his life, in the tiny bathroom of some hotshot at Umbrella's house, he would've laughed in your face. But here he was, having your pretty lips, carefully kissing and licking in all the right places, as your head bobbed up and down. 

Carlos's back was pressed against the wall, as he grabbed the shower curtain for support, unable to formulate any sort of word. It took all his focus to keep quiet, knowing the walls were pretty thin. That it wouldn't be impossible for them to get caught. Part of him also grew harder, thinking about being caught. 

Fuck... were you good at this. Every little sensation made his thighs shake and his back arch. Carlos was practically vibrating from your touch. Your cool hands against his warm flesh sent jolts down his spine. As your tongue ran along that spot, his hips gave an involuntary jut forward, hitting the back of your throat.

The gagging noise that came from your mouth only seemed to drive him further, as he felt that all too familiar heat build up inside him.  All the blood rushed down into him. 

You seemed pleased with his response, picking up speed. Carlos's grip tightened, as he threw his head back, biting on his tongue to hold back any potential noises. He wanted so desperately to let out a series of moans, as sweat formed along his forehead. 

Your tongue was rough, brushing against all the right places. He was surprised at how well you took in his length, knowing just which places to linger and rub against. Just as you built him to that spot, the shower curtain snapped under his large hands, crashing. 

You were startled at first, pulling your mouth back, as Carlos released all over the tile floor. The white liquid is a stark contrast in color against the sleek black tiles. He felt heat creep up his neck, as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

After realizing what happened, you simply laughed, though the noise was short lived as a knock erupted on the door. 

"Is everything okay in there?" 

Carlos recognized the host's voice, his neck burning. Before he could speak however, your hand went to his mouth, as you spoke, almost effortlessly. 

"Yeah... just a bit too much to drink. I slipped and fell. I'm fine, but I broke your shower curtain. I promise I will replace it." 

"Don't worry about it, just... be careful in there."

Once you both heard the footsteps draw away, you removed your hand from Carlos's mouth, laughing once again. 

"I told you to be quiet..." you teased, eyeing the mess on the floor. 

Carlos only rubbed the back of his neck, smiling softly. 

"You know how impossible that is when someone as good as you is on my dick?"

You only rolled your eyes at him, however based on the coy smile you were, you were clearly pleased with yourself. 

Then... that was that. Carlos didn't see you again. You had slipped out of the bathroom as quickly as you came, disappearing into the crowd. He thought he would be content with that. He had successfully gotten you alone, unlike anyone else that had approached you that night. 

It had the exact opposite effect though. Many nights, Carlos found himself craving your mouth on him again. Wondering what it felt like to be inside of you, watching as he pounded into you relentlessly. You had given him the night of his life, and he was desperate to return the favor. Not to mention you had taken the blame for him damaging the shower curtain. 

Carlos went back to that night often, as he touched himself, but nothing could quite replicate the feel of your mouth. Hell, even sleeping with other people felt empty compared to that moment in the cramped bathroom. 

You'd even taken over his dreams, as he tried to imagine all the noises he could get to escape from your lips. Tonight was no different. 

He had awoken in a cold sweat, just before the release. All he could think about was you, as he let out an annoyed groan, running his hands along his face. It took everything in him to ignore the pulsing between his legs, desperate for any sort of contact. The clock on his bedside table seemed to blink urgently, as Carlos studied the number.

Too late to fall back asleep but too early to get out of bed. 

Carlos collapsed back into his pillows, letting out a breathy sigh. He couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of shame, imagining what could have possibly been hidden beneath your dress that night. Thinking about the way your chest bounced a little, as you moved against him. 

Reluctantly, he reached over, grabbing the lotion bottle he kept in his nightstand. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he applied some to his dominant hand. Carlos's skin tingled at the coolness. 

His hand made it's way into his boxers, as he once again fell back into the familiar memory. Your legs, carefully crossed, as you slid off the barstool. The color of your underwear that night. The way your eyes seemed to wander his, as you pressed him against the wall, immediately going for his pants. How quickly you managed to slip his belt off. The ferality you had attacked him with.

This was becoming an unhealthy obsession. 

Carlos started to gently stroke himself, eyes closed. The mattress beneath him, becoming the cool bathroom wall. Unlike before... he could make whatever noises he wanted.

With every tug, he felt his breath almost stop, his heart rate quickening. He tried his best to replicate your speed, squeezing himself a little tighter. The coolness of the lotion was nothing like the heat from your mouth, but it was the closest thing he'd get. 

He only seemed to grow hotter, when he pictured your lips making quick work on him again, letting out a low groan. Carlos's hips bucked into his hand, as he began to quicken the pace. 

The blanket suddenly felt too hot against his skin, as he moaned softly. Carlos was mostly annoyed with himself, annoyed that he didn't ask your name. Annoyed he didn't try harder. Annoyed that all you two had been was a sloppy blow job in some pompous asshat's estate. 

His frustration mixed with his desire, only built up to his orgasm, as he worked along the length. What finally did him in was imagining your throat, moving up and down, as you sipped on the wine. 

Carlos screamed at no one in particular, arching his back as he relieved himself on his sheets. The feeling was nothing compared to what your mouth had done, but it would have to do. 

"Fuck..." he mumbled to himself, as he rolled on his side, a panting sweaty mess. This was getting bad. Carlos would do anything to run into you again, but it was starting to feel damn near impossible. Not to mention, you'd probably find his obsessive behavior creepy. He just couldn't help himself. You practically had him in a chokehold. 

It wasn't until Carlos had started giving up on the idea, that he ran into you again. Well... sort of. 

Carlos followed after his supervisor, his shoulders tightened, as he kept alert, his gaze sweeping the area. They hadn't informed him of much about what was going on, just that the supervisor wanted to speak to him in private.

Part of Carlos was worried that his little secret about the party had been revealed somehow. He tried to ignore the tightening in his stomach, as he stepped inside the office.

The man that escorted him took a seat in the leather chair, turning slightly. 

"Mr. Oliveira..." he started stoically. 

Carlos only nodded softly in response, holding his gaze. He was practically frozen in his spot, his chest tightening. Then he exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"You seem nervous."

"Just... a little on edge,” more like he wanted to get edged. “Haven't been sleeping well Sir," Carlos replied, trying his best not to move. He hoped he'd sounded more convincing than he felt. 

The man doesn't seem to care too much, shrugging, as he leant back in his seat. 

"Is that so? Do I need to change your patrol so you can get your sleeping schedule under control?"

"Absolutely not sir, I know I've been slacking a little, but I promise today I will redeem myself. Rogers and I planned on doing a bunch of extra exercises today in preparation for next week." 

The man shook his head, sighing.

"Scratch that, I have a task for you Oliveira. Normally I'd ask my second, but he's still busy with the Europe issue. It's a personal matter."

Carlos seemed to perk up, almost intrigued. Though, he stopped listening when he spotted a photo on the man's desk. His blood ran cold, and he felt all the color drain from his face.

It didn't take a genius to figure anything out. Without a doubt that was indeed you on his desk, smiling. 

Carlos's Supervisor seemed to take note, looking somewhat annoyed. 

"Ah... I forgot, you haven't been here before. That's my daughter... a pain in my ass. Here's a word of advice, kid, don't have children. Nothing but trouble. She embarrassed me last week at the party I threw. The audacity. Brought some stranger into my bathroom and fucked him. She thinks she was clever and quiet about it, but I know. The second I find the bastard that went in there with her..." 

Carlos's heart rate only increased as he let out a nervous laugh. Of course the one woman he'd ever been obsessed with would be the kid of his supervisor. Fuck... he was going to loose his job so fast. Maybe even end up dead in a ditch somewhere. 

"Sounds... like a mess..." he replied awkwardly, shifting his footing. "What... What was the task?"

The man nodded, waving his hand.

"Of course, it actually pertains to this. I want you to keep an eye out, anyone that so much as glances at her, I want you to report it to me. I'm having her come by today. I want to figure out which one of them disrespected me like that. Who just... right on the floor."

Carlos felt his eyes widen, as he sucked in a breath, chewing his bottom lip. Heat once again crept on his neck. Not his proudest moment. 

"Sounds like a real piece of shit..." Carlos replied, believing every word. 

After feeling lectured, despite the Supervisor never directly addressing him, Carlos made his way back towards the training rooms, with his head down. This of course did not go unnoticed by his colleagues, who were used to the charming and charismatic casanova practically bragging about his endeavors. 

"Oliveira's finally gone quiet, that's a first."

"He always locks up when he gets a really bad rejection. Things must've not gone well in Hardy's office." 

Their teasing only made Carlos smile awkwardly, as he waved a dismissive hand. 

"Nah... nothing like that. Rough morning, and Hardy is just on edge. Picked out a special task, just for me, but I'm not feeling so lucky about it," he replied. 

The first one that spoke, a blond Carlos remembered as Rogers, laughed slightly, as he began doing pull ups. Carlos settled at the work bench beside him, not really focusing on exercise. His eyes scanned the room, practically expecting you to pop up out of nowhere. 

"Yeah? Why's that? He sending you to Europe too? I wouldn't wanna touch that mess with a ten foot pole."

Carlos shook his head, unsure what to say. Surely, if he brought it up it would land him in hot water. Or... maybe he could get lucky, pawn his sins off on one of the other poor suckers here. He never was a fan of Terwilliger. 

"Nothing of the sort thank god, Hardy's pissed someone made off with his daughter at the last little party he hosted."

"Shit, someone managed to not get rejected by Hardy Jr.? She must've been super pissed off at her dad that night then. Any clue who it is? Lucky son of a bitch whoever it is, I gave up after the first two rejections." Rogers replied, still focused on his little exercise routine. 

Carlos absently lifted one of the weights, hoping he didn't look as red as he felt. 

"Hardy seemed clueless, whoever the perpetrator is hasn't been caught yet." 

The conversation didn't get to carry on, as a familiar head poked itself into the training room. It took every ounce of self-control Carlos had not to react, as you peered around, a mischievous look on your face. For a moment, Carlos was worried you'd approach him and give him away. 

"Good morning boys," You greeted, never once looking at Carlos. For some reason that upset him more than the potential of being caught did. 

Rogers smirks slightly down at Carlos, glancing around the room. 

"Who do you think she's looking for?" he whispered. 

Carlos doesn't reply, shrugging, as he moves off the workbench. 

"Hardy is in his office, though the view is arguably much better here," a brunette teased, leaning against the wall. Terwilliger.

You eyed him slightly, still not meeting Carlos's gaze, as you hummed quietly in response. 

"Really... I haven't noticed anything worth seeing." 

Carlos rolled his eyes, brushing past you, as he made his way out of the room. He wasn't sure what he expected, or why he even had expectations at all. It's not like you were obligated to feel any way about him. 

He sighed, making his way to the bathroom. No surprise to himself, he was already starting to feel himself get hard, just from seeing you. He groaned in annoyance, staring down at himself. He was a very weak man, and part of that made him feel pathetic. You hadn't even acknowledged his presence, and he was begging like a dog. 

Carlos couldn't help but also smile a little... he now knew your name. Dangerous information. 

He glanced around once more, and after realizing he was alone, he loosened his belt. Again? This is pathetic. As Carlos shamed himself, he felt his pants getting tighter against him, practically begging to be set free. 

Such a sad little bitch he was. Oh but how badly he wanted to be your bitch.

Carlos groaned slightly, as he slipped his hand into his pants, instantly getting a chill down his spine from the pressure. His once cool fingers instantly increased in temperature as he carefully started on the tip, massaging himself. All he could think about was you, standing in the doorway, taunting him with those devilish eyes. 

He felt himself twitch slightly in his hand, as he let out a quiet moan from the pace mixed with your image. 

"Fuck... that's right," he said to himself, his voice quieting as he said your name. No not said... practically purred it. It was like a symphony to his ears, making that heat inside of him build up. You were so perfect to him. 

Right as he was reaching that spot, his hand slowly traveling up and down, the sound of the door opening caused his blood to freeze. Carlos stood, hand still in pants, as his gaze jerked towards the door. He felt that heat creep up his neck, his cheeks flushing in color. He couldn't move, as his eyes met with yours.

You weren't staring at him in disgust or judgment though, which only seemed to make him more scared. You carefully stepped in, locking the door. You were in the men's restroom. Fuck... Carlos was so dead. 

"You already started without me?" 

Your voice sent chills down his spine, as he stared blankly at you, his erection now forgotten. You jumped on the sink in front of him, smiling coyly. 

"Well don't stop on my account. Don't suddenly act shy, like you weren't calling me in here." 

After a few moments of silence, and Carlos not doing anything but staring stunned, you rolled your eyes, sliding off the sink and tugging at his pants. 

"If you wanted my help, all you had to do was ask, pretty boy."

"I'm sorry... I'm not quite sure what's happening here..." Carlos replied, slowly pulling his hand out of his boxers. 

"Really? You're not sure, because it looked like you were pleasuring yourself to the idea of me."

Carlos threw his hands up defensively, wracking his brain for an explanation. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, or what to even say. What could he possibly say? 

"It's not... I mean I... Well..."

He was surprised when you let out a little chuckle, eyes lighting up in realization.

"Ah... you're embarrassed. Isn't that cute. So you actually weren't trying to get my attention? You just happened to be that loud thinking about me." 

The subtlety in your tone, the way you batted your thick lashes at him, and how your lips pulled into that coy smile had him going mad. Your tiny fingers were still wrapped around his belt, gently flicking the buckle back and forth. The noise was enough to drive Carlos wild. You were toying with him, and he hated how much he loved it. 

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..." Carlos breathed, his shoulders dropping. 

All shame was now tossed out the window. If you hadn't left now, chances are you probably weren't going to. He tried to ignore the little flutter in his heart at the idea that he might've been occupying your mind just as much. Carlos was desperate for any form of contact with you, and now that he had it, it was impossible to not tell you every dark desire in his mind.

"Aren't you sweet, I bet you touch yourself to me often."

"Almost every time now."

His response made him bite his tongue, and he's worried he's said too much. Carlos's heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He was a sweaty mess under your gaze. You'd hardly done anything, and he was already winded. 

Carlos's words only made you smile in response, tilting your head, as you let out a soft hum. 

"Almost huh... guess I didn't leave a lasting enough impression last time."

Before Carlos could question you, your lips were on his, and you were making quick work of the buttons along his shirt. Your skin flush against his, a desperation in both your movements. Your teeth gently bit his bottom lip, causing Carlos to moan softly into your mouth. 

Once you'd pulled his shirt off, your lips traveled to the side, running along his jawline. 

"After today, I'm all you're going to be able to touch yourself to," you whispered in between kisses. 

Your words made Carlos practically burst out of his pants. His head was throw back in pleasure, as you kissed along his neck, your hands gripping his waist tightly. Everything about you sent jolts through his body. 

The way you spoke, the hunger in your lips, how your thigh brushed along his, your legs slowly intertwining. 

Carlos was practically acting on instinct, as he grabbed your thighs, lifting you on the bathroom sink. You seemed pleased, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands pressed against the small of his back. Both of your hips were moving in a fluid motion together. 

His lips found yours again, as he made quick work of the jacket you had been wearing, peeling it off. It fell to the floor with a little slap, but the noise was unnoticed. Your hands trailed to the front of his pants. 

The clanking of his belt buckle only seemed to drive the both of you further, as you slipped it off, the accessory taking it's rightful place by your jacket. 

You smiled softly against Carlos's lips, your tongue brushing along his teeth, as he allowed you access. You made a pleasurable noise, fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Carlos trailed his kiss down the length of your jaw, smiling as you threw your head back.

"Fuck..." you whispered softly, responding to the week of pent up desire for this man. 

"Need," you practically growled, unable to get the words out.

It didn't matter, Carlos seemed to understand you, as he pulled your shirt over your head. Without words, you two managed to communicate your desires efficiently. Almost as if you were wired to work together. 

Carlos nipped gently at your collarbone, his hand making quick work of your bra clasp. He hadn't gotten you to strip before, and now he was enamored by you. As the black fabric joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, Carlos stared at you, gently kissing along the top of your breasts. 

"So beautiful..." he whispered, not wanting to take his lips away. 

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, as you pulled it up, breaking contact with his lips temporarily. Before you could do much else, Carlos was pulling off your own pants, running his hands along the inside of your thighs. 

His brown eyes stared up at you hungrily, as a small smirk made it's way to his lips. You didn't have to ask why, you knew what he was excited about, as he aggressively tugged your underwear down. The roughness in his touch had you practically soaked, as you let out a breathy gasp. 

Carlos seemed pleased with the noise, pressing a soft kiss against your left thigh. 

"You have no idea what you've done to my mind..." he whispered against your flesh, biting it softly. Your fingers tangled into his head, as you tried to urge him forward, pouting down at the man. 

"Screw your mind... look at what you're doing to my body," you practically whined. 

"I'm just getting started, bonita."

The way the words roll of his tongue, has you practically arching your back, despite the fact that he hasn't even kissed inside you yet. Fuck... did you have a thing of accents. 

Before you could respond, you felt his warm yet damp tongue slide along you, brushing against a particularly sensitive spot. Your hips jutted forward involuntarily, causing a dark chuckle to erupt from Carlos. Despite the front, you both knew how quickly the roles had changed. This man now had control over you, and you were loving every minute of that. 

You could feel his stubble gently brushing along your thighs, while he licked inside of you. His tongue darted in several different directions, causing your grip in his hair to tighten. Considering how much the man seemed to run his mouth, you were unsure why you were surprised at the speed his tongue moved inside of you. You were starting to regret being on the giving end the first time you two had encountered each other. With a tongue like that, you had really wasted Carlos's potential. 

Your hips bucked against his mouth, pulling back as he did, so when you met each other it increased the pleasure. You were surprised at how quickly this man was getting you off already. With every flick of his tongue, you were burying deeper into his face, your breathing becoming rugged. 

You were like a rubber band being stretched too far, and you could feel yourself wearing down. You were practically seeing stars. Carlos seemed focused however, his smile never faltering, as he licked along all the right places. You were practically shaking from the movements, biting your tongue to avoid screaming. But fuck did you need this man. Holy shit, you didn't know what you had been missing, as a quiet moan escaped your lips. 

After enough resistance, you felt that band finally snap, finishing with Carlos still inside of you. Your head thrown back, as you moaned his name, shaking involuntarily. The man between your legs let out a throaty laugh, as he began licking up the mess. 

He licked his lips, gazing up at you with a sultry look in his eyes. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Carlos purred, admiring his work. 

You couldn't speak, at first, your heart was pounding. You were a sweaty heap, and your legs were starting to ache. Carlos didn't quite look down, as he lowered you, pinning you against the wall. His hands traveling along your shoulders, slipping down your sides, and squeezing the small of your back. 

Fuck... your body was so beautiful to him. He was practically captivated. Each little curve. The way your stomach poked out. The texture of your skin. Every little scar and mark. How hot you felt against him, your body flush. He loved how much he had to work with. Carlos placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, smiling against the skin. 

All his senses were going haywire in your presence. 

"Your taste... your smell... how you feel. Fuck, you're driving me crazy maldito bebe." 

You attacked him hungrily, your nails grazing his back. He didn't seem bothered by your kiss, only moving to drop his own pants, as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You could taste yourself still on him, and part of you grew a little red at the thought. This man stirred a fire in you in so many ways, you couldn't keep up. 

Carlos pulled away slowly, staring into your eyes. 

"Are you comfortable with this? We don't have to do anything else, if you don't want to." 

You couldn't help but laugh. After the way you had just attacked him. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him against you.

"Shut up and fuck me," you replied. 

Carlos smiled like you had just told him he was heaven on earth. Those words were all he needed, as he began pressing kissing all over your body, squeezing your thighs. You could feel him poking against you through his boxers. Your own fingers worked around the hem, until he sprang free, his boxers falling beside his pants. 

Within seconds, he was lifting your legs up, gripping your thighs as he used the wall for support, guiding himself in. Careful as always, he started slow, allowing you to adjust to him. 

It was obviously much bigger than his tongue, and you could hardly contain yourself, as you let out a slight wince. The noise evolved into a moan, as he shifted inside of you. Your walls were a little tight, resisting his movements at first. This only seemed to please the man more, as he let out a breathy sigh. 

"Fuck... this is so much better than my dreams. Mmm, such a good girl." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he kissed all over you, nibbling on your neck. There was no way you were going to leave this bathroom without telltale signs of the things you two had done to each other. His praise made you grip on to him tighter, feeling that familiar fire burn up inside of you.

Carlos was so good at everything he did, every little touch, thrust, and kiss leaving you a whimpering mess. Your flesh practically burned from his grip. 

"Is that so... Mmm, so much better than all those filthy thoughts you've had about me, isn't it?"

You were surprised at first, when he rammed into you, his grip on your thighs tightening. It made you excited, as Carlos let out a quiet grunt into your skin. Your words seemed to stir awake something primal within him. The way he attacked your skin, while pounding into you was almost... animalistic. 

"So many...So horrible..." he groaned, "Fuck... I'm pathetic."

You couldn't help but smirk, noticing his own words seemed to affect the work he was doing. He stiffened inside of you, and his teeth scraped a little rougher against your flesh. Carlos's hands grabbing at your thighs was certain to leave hand marks. 

You were learning things about this man that made your spine tingle. Fuck... this man had to be fictional, the way he was working you up. 

"You're worse... you're so weak Carlos...you ought to be ashamed of yourself, fucking your supervisor's daughter right here where you work. Betraying his trust like this. All on the line and for what, a quick fuck like you're some common whore." 

You were pleased to see you had been correct, as you felt him slam in just that right spot, rubbing against your walls. It was enough to take your breath away, as he pressed himself further into your skin. His stubble tickled your collar bone, while sucking on a particularly sensitive spot, moaning into your skin.

"Fuck... do that again, I'm so close."

It was hard to focus on words, with how much this man was pushing your senses into overdrive. You couldn't believe this man was already leading you towards a second orgasm. 

"It's probably not even going to be your last time is it? You're so sick Carlos. Finding pleasure in betraying the man who relied on you. In fucking someone in the very bathroom of the place you work. You had one simple task, and you couldn't even accomplish that. Pitiful."

The words seem to be all he needed, causing Carlos to let out a loud moan. Heat spread through your body, as your hips rolled into his, making a noise of your own. You both were practically shaking. At this point shame was a foreign concept with neither of you trying to keep quiet anymore. Not like that felt entirely possible. 

Carlos’s forehead had beads of sweat, and he was a panting mess, his head resting against your chest. He let out a small laugh, his movements slowing down, as he looked up at you with sleepy eyes. 

With just one look, Carlos says so much, as he presses a careful kiss where he had bitten you moments before. His movements are much more gentle, as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. Fuck… you were like a dream to him, leaving him dazed and happy, while he got lost in your skin. 

His breathing slowed, and he let out a quiet chuckle, pulling his head back and gently caressing your face. 

“So… this wasn’t the last time right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of your own at the gentleness in his tone. The way he looked so soft… so docile in comparison to the primal way he had attacked you moments ago. Your heart fluttered a little, as you brushed your fingers through his long hair, smiling down at him.

“Definitely not…”

Carlos seemed pleased with the answer, pressing soft kisses over the newly created bite marks on your skin. 

The moment was interrupted, as it often is, by a loud bang on the door. You looked up startled with Carlos’s lips still on your skin. You chewed your bottom lip, using the wall to keep yourself positioned upright.

“Oliveira, what the hell are you doing in there? We’re supposed to be in the training room right now.”

Carlos smirked up at you slightly, as he backed up, retrieving his discarded clothing.

“Fucking the supervisor’s daughter.”

Your eyes widened at his words, opening your mouth. As Carlos pulled his shirt on, he eyed you mischievously, raising one finger to his lips. 

“Shhh,” he mouthed. 

You only smiled back in response, following Carlos to your own clothes. You couldn’t help but be disappointed that he was that the moment was over so quickly, and Carlos’s body was now covered. 

“Ha, really funny. Don’t let Hardy hear you talking like that. Hurry up and finish your business, before we get extra hours this week.”

Carlos didn’t reply, as the sound of footsteps leaving the door filled the room. You fiddled with your pants, carefully putting all your clothes back on. You were definitely going to need a shower. Once you were certain the man was gone, you punched Carlos in the shoulder.  

“Are you trying to get us caught?” 

The dark haired man only smiled in response, tightening his belt. 

“I knew he wouldn’t take the comment seriously…” his words trailed off, as he stared at you. 

Even with all your clothing on, there were certain marks you couldn’t quite hide. Particularly the darker spots on your neck. Carlos couldn’t help but feel a little proud, knowing anyone that saw you would know exactly what happened. Even if they didn’t know who. Fuck, even if he did get caught, everything that had just happened between the two of you would be more than worth whatever his punishment would be. 

Carlos was surprised when you stepped closer to him, shoving something into his pocket. Before he could ask anything, you were already slipping out of the tiny room, glancing down the hallway.

When he reached into his pocket, he couldn’t help but feel his face flush, instantly recognizing the lacey texture of your underwear. Realization dawned on him, as he glanced back towards the bathroom door you had slipped out of. I guess… it was a good thing you were wearing pants. 

Carlos smiled softly to himself, as he pushed the garment deeper into his pocket. He couldn’t wait to give them back to you. 

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