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messylustt · 9 months

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late night calls — carlos oliviera

you rubbed at your eyes as you heard the rather alarming buzz of your phone on the nightstand. your eyes squinted against the light that came from your phone. through the brightness you saw carlos’ name. with furrowed brows you answered, rolling over in bed as you placed your phone to your ear. “carlos?”

“oh, thank god you’re awake.” he muttered somewhat groggily on the other line. “why, did something happen?” your body becomes tense, but carlos quickly consoles you. “nah, nah, just…i dunno…needed to chat” you raise your brows in the darkness of your room. “needed to chat?” you repeat.

“yeah, what’s wrong with that?” he replies with an almost seeable shrug. “it’s like two in the morning, carlos. i thought you were in trouble.” he chuckles on the other end. “don’t worry, you wouldn’t survive without me.” you scoff. “right now i think i can.” you go to hang up, but carlos’ almost desperate voice stops you. “wait, wait! y/n. don’t…don’t hang up.”

you pause, placing the phone back to your ear. “if nothings wrong, then why did you call?” carlos breathes out a small laugh. “do you gotta be a stickler all the time, huh? i don’t see nothing wrong with talking.”

“this early? also I’m not a stickler.” your voice turns slightly defencive. “right, right. yeah, no, definitely not.” carlos replies smoothly. you sigh, resting back against your pillow. “was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?” you can hear carlos shift on the other end. “and what if i said i just wanted to hear you talk?”

“i’d rethink about hanging up.” you sweetly say. “oh come on...” carlos drags out, his voice still low from sleep. “you gotta a nice voice. is it so wrong that i wanna hear you first thing in the morning?” you can feel your face slightly heating up at that. you cough. “then you should have called me in the morning.”

“it is the morning.” he indignantly replies. “so you’re telling me you wake up everyday at this time?” you scoff. “sometimes.” he replies. “hey, these muscles don’t just appear.” despite it all and your tired form you manage a laugh. on the other end carlos awakens more at that. the sound reverberating through him. he liked your voice, even more your laugh. it was…comforting to him.

“get any sleep? before i kindly interrupted, of course.” carlos asks, back against his bed as he kept the phone close. his hair was a mess, and his shirt was somewhere across the room. “kindly, huh?” your eyes are slightly fluttering from tiredness. “always.” carlos replies. you lightly chuckle, though carlos can hear the sleepiness drenching your words.

“and uh, yeah, i guess my sleep is alright.” you continue, rolling over again in your bed, your right cheek now against the pillow. “how about you?” now your words are drifting. you don’t mean to let them, but your fried brain can’t help it.

“ah, with the size of me and the unfortunate size of my bed i wouldn’t say it’s top notch.” carlos replies. he waits a moment, and that’s when he catches the faintest sound of a sleepy breathe. you had fallen asleep. “is my voice that soothing?” carlos chuckles to himself. he had wanted to talk to you. but he hadn’t known what about. correction — he had wanted to hear you. as much as he could. but now it seems it’s not enough. he doesn’t think he can let his head hit back against his pillow, he doesn’t think he can sleep.

he hasn’t been sleeping. at all. the last time he remembers is when the two of you were stuck in an abandoned apartment, while the infected prowled outside. it had been cold. and you two had decided to use body heat. he had slept so soundly pressed against you like that. in all honesty he misses it. even if it occurred for a brief night. a good sleep is hard to forget.

he couldn’t help it. the soft sound of your breathing on the other line was almost begging for him to come. you wouldn’t mind, right? either way he’s already made it to your apartment. he’s already inside, the spare key you had leant to him in the panic now coming in handy. your apartment is silent, dark. he silently reaches your room, your phone hanging precariously now over the bed, your face squished up against your pillow. god he couldn’t help it. he creeps forward, slowly, quietly.

reaching the bed, it creaks, his body weight a little more than yours, your bed clearly not used to it. then he was under the covers, the sheet already feeling more comforting. he shifts closer to you, his front now at your back as his arm carefully drapes over your stomach. this is probably the most comfortable he’s been. his hand finds solace a fraction under your shirt, the heat from your skin bringing him even closer.

he actually manages a sigh as his breath hits your neck, his mouth close as his head hits the pillow. you slightly shift, a small airy groan leaving your lips. but carlos stays put, gently stroking your stomach as he whispered soothingly in your ear. “shh, it’s okay. it’s jus’ me. lie back, sweetheart…jus’ rest…”

#. ( pretty agent mark )#resident evil #resident evil 3 remake #resident evil 3 #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x y/n #re3 remake #re3 #carlos oliveira re3 #re3 carlos #carlos x reader #carlos oliveria x reader #the carlos effect

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sanjismywhore · 11 months

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Comfort

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, comfort

This is just something short and sweet. At the time I wrote this, i was going through some shit and needed to indulge a bit… so now I’m posting it!

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Your body sank into the soft mattress as Carlos laid onto you. His lips left a mark on your skin, leaving small trails of bite marks from his kisses. The soft grunts he made while doing so were music to your ears. It made you snake your arms around his back, pulling him into you as he continued to lay kisses all over you.

A soft moan left your mouth like a sweet tune. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your collarbone. He traveled lower, licking and sucking on your chest.

His warm touch sent shivers down your spine, sending goosebumps up your arms. Carlos' hands found their way to your hips, holding you tightly in place so that he can continue to kiss his way across your body with passion.

Your thighs wrapped around Carlos' waist, pulling him closer as you ground on him. He moaned again, this time louder than before, and pulled away just long enough to remove his shirt before returning his attention to where it began.

You gasped, arching your back when he kissed your abdomen towards the junction between your legs. You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt his tongue glide over your thighs.

You couldn't stop your mind from racing, struggling to focus on his palpable touch. Your chest tightened. Heat rose through your body, filling you with a tingling sensation. Your breathing quickened to a concerning degree, making your heart race. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you were dying in that moment.

You had never experienced such strong emotions before. You just wanted it to go away… but you couldn’t move yourself. Your muscles seemed frozen. You were completely helpless against these feelings.

Overwhelmed, you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to block the lurking feeling out. The sound of your shaky, hitched breathing alarmed Carlos to stop and observe your state.

As he looked up at you, your tears broke his heart. You cried with such fear that his breath caught in his throat. He sat up quickly, gently wiping your tears with his thumb. “Hey… What is it, baby?” His concern was evident in his tone, “Please don’t cry.”

When did you start crying? You hadn’t even noticed until now. You didn’t know what came over you or why you couldn’t stop crying. But it hurt too much to do anything else. And when you tried to speak through your trembling, thick lips, you could hardly get any sounds out.

“I’m sorry.” you managed to squeak. Your hands flew to cover your face, embarrassed by your reaction.

You felt Carlos take hold of one hand and gently pry it off your face. “Baby, you got nothing to be sorry for. Tell me what’s wrong.” He coaxed softly.

As more hot tears streamed down your cheeks, you were unable to respond at that moment. You could only whimper and bite your lip in an attempt to cease the trembling.

He leaned forward close to your face, cupping your cheeks gently with his calloused hands. He pressed his lips to your temple, then each cheek, under your eye, and finally the tip of your nose; soothing you with kisses.

“Please don’t cry…” He whispered, wiping more of your tears away.

Between hiccups, you confessed that something had been eating away at you for a long time. Whatever had troubled you in the past continued to haunt you in the present. Whether it was because of fear, failure, or guilt, it lingered behind every single thought.

Carlos listened to your ramblings intently, nodding and stroking your arm comfortingly. He kissed your knuckles before pulling you into a welcoming embrace. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, letting you hear how sorry he was for whatever it was that weighed you so heavily.

One last time, he kissed your lips deeply. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. Instead, he took your face between his palms and pressed his forehead firmly against yours. It was soft and more intimate than anything prior.

With your face cradled in his hands, he spoke, “I’ll always be here for you. I love you more than anything.” His voice was quiet, yet clear and honest.

At the sight of your smile, he peppered more kisses all over your face until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You broke into a fit of giggles. Carlos continued his barrage, aiming for your jawline, neck, and collarbone. You felt lighter as if you were floating the more he went on, melting into him like putty.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations all over.

A soft moan slipped past your lips when you felt his teeth along your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, relaxing into the warmth of Carlos’ touch. His hands settled on your curves, cuddling you gently.

They remained there until you told him otherwise. He wasn’t going to go any further than this, not unless you said so.

“I love you so much.” He muttered into your neck, pressing soft kisses there. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

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dean-samw67 · 2 months

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Jill Valentine x f!reader smut fic please 😈

Scandal

Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader

(A/N: Hell yeah now we are talking! Jill Valentine, my love. I got my prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting here on tumblr! ALSO THIS IS A WLW POST IF MEN COME IN HERE AND BE CREEPY YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Prompt: “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”)

Words: 1929

How you got here? Not a single fucking clue. But you were in your office at work, tongue practically down Jill’s throat as your hands grasped at her light blue top. Jill pulls her lips away from yours, gasping for a second of breath. You didn’t want to lose the contact so your lips found the skin of her jaw and latched onto that.

“We… we should probably leave. Before someone sees us and starts a scandal.” Jill manages to make out in between gasps and soft whines.

“What might that scandal be? The fact that you like women? You haven’t told anyone yet, have you?” You couldn’t help but tease her. You knew about Jill’s struggle with coming out and you never pushed her. But you did like to tease her about how you were her “little secret” for now.

“I just… ngh… fuck.” She was fighting back from making too much noise. And you loved it. She was squirming under your touch. Your hands find her thighs and pick her up to sit her on your desk, causing some papers to fall off and onto the floor. That was later you’s problem.

“Can’t even make out a sentence. I have barely done anything yet.” You chuckle as you kiss her neck and your hands slide up her thighs, the fabric of her jeans making your hands tingle just a bit as you rubbed it. “Tell me now if you want me to stop and I will.”

Jill couldn’t bring herself to though. She wanted this just as much as you. So she just reaches up, cupping your face in her hands and pressing her lips to yours. You can’t help but chuckle against her lips, knowing she actually likes the idea of someone catching her like this with you. The office was mostly empty at this hour so you had no worry that someone would catch you. But Jill was cautious.

You understood. She wasn’t out yet and she wanted to come out on her own terms. You’d never want to take that from her. You remember how nervous you were before you had come out.

Your lips move against hers with a passion you never had found with another person. Maybe it was the fact that your relationship was a secret and that's what caused it. But you believed it was more than that. In reality the way you felt for her as a whole was just so much more than you’d experienced in the past. Your hands move to her hips, fingers curling over the waist of her pants, sitting in between her hips and the fabric.

The back of your fingers brush over the fabric of her panties, sending goosebumps all over Jill’s body. You slide your hands across the waistband of her jeans until they reach the button at the front. Your teeth nip at her lower lip, earning a moan into your partially open mouth. Oh, how you loved those noises.

Your fingers fiddle with the button of her pants and pop it open, pulling her zipper down. The taste of her mouth fills yours as you slip your hand past the band of her panties and your middle and ring fingers find her bundle of nerves. She lets out a gasp and her hands grip at your shirt.

“Better make this quick if you don’t want to risk being caught.” You breathe out against her lips, barely pulling away to talk.

“No…” The whimper that escapes her lips makes you smirk.

“No, what?”

“Don’t rush it. Please.” Her plea struck something in her. Fuck that soft spot for her. You groan, knowing you would give in. You pull your hand out of her pants just to yank them down her legs as you push her to lay back on your desk. You close your eyes, thinking for a moment. You knew there were still some people working late at the office. You grunt as you stand up and grab one of the chairs in your office. You place it in front of the door, lodging it under the door handle before returning to Jill.

You crouch down and pull her boots off, dropping them on the floor before pulling her pants off the rest of the way. You kiss her ankle softly, earning a gentle gasp from the woman on your desk. You were fully prepared to give her a quickie here in your office. But now from a few simple words, you would take your time on her and pray to god no one in the office will need you at this hour.

Your lips leave a trail of kisses up her leg, savoring her soft skin under your touch. Jill shivered as she looked down at her lover in admiration. As you make your way up she reaches a hand out to caress the side of your face and a bit of your hair. You lean into her touch, closing your eyes and sighing in relief. She did this to you. Made you a soft mess. And you loved every second of it.

Your hand slowly trailed up her other leg, fingertips light on her skin. You reach her thigh and rub circles on her flesh with your thumb as you return to kissing your way up her leg. You pull her thighs apart and kiss her inner thigh, pushing her leg up as you do so. Her foot is placed flat on the desk in order to open her legs and allow you further access. Your lips latch at the flesh of her inner thigh and sucks at it, quickly leaving a dark mark on her skin.

You lean back to admire the way the hickey stood out against her thigh, you smirk a bit before your head leans against her thigh as you look up at her from in between her legs. Jill runs a hand through your hair as she meets your eyes. You let out a sigh that would absolutely give away the fact that she had you whipped. You knew it and she knew it.

You lean in, kissing her pussy over top of her wet panties. Jill loved every second of the worship you provided to her. You close your eyes as your nostrils flare at the smell of her right under you. It wasn’t strong but just enough to catch your attention and turn you on further.

Your hands move up to push her panties to the side, enough to lean in and drag your tongue along her wetness. Your eyes practically roll back as you taste her. She was like your addiction. Her hand grips at your hair as your tongue makes contact with her dripping cunt.

You are quick to reach your hands up and take hold of the sides of her panties, pulling them off and getting them out of the way. You take a hold of her leg and drape it over your shoulder, leaning forward as you let yourself bury your face in between her legs. The noise that greets your ears and spills from her lips encourages you. You suck on her swollen clit as your tongue flicks at it in a repetitive motion. Jill’s head falls back onto the desk as the room is filled up with her whines and whimpers from the attention you gave to her clit.

“Shush, you’ll get us caught.” You pull away just enough to breathe those words out before returning to pleasing her. Jill places her hand, that wasn’t tangled up in your hair, against her mouth as her hips buck against your face. One of your hands held her thigh, that rested on your shoulder, tightly. The other found its way up her stomach and under her top, fingers light over her skin as they find her waist.

Your hand holds her waist and fingers caress in an up and down motion as your mouth and nose are buried in her cunt. Jill couldn’t help as she moaned against her hand, knowing her covering her own mouth didn’t do much. Your senses were filled with her. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the feeling of her. In this moment, you couldn’t care anymore who might know what was happening. She was the only thing that mattered.

Your mouth moves lower for just a moment, tongue slipping into her hole as it passes over her g-spot and is coated in her essence. You look up at her, admiring the way she squirmed. It was so easy to tell what she liked. Her body reacted beautifully. A moan breaks through your throat, sending vibrations against Jill which only makes her moaning increase in sound. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you return your attention on her clit.

Not once did your eyes leave her. You followed the outline of her jaw as her head was tilted back. Occasionally you got a glimpse of the sides of her face as she squirmed around. Your pupils dilate as you stare up at your girlfriend while eating her pussy.

Each tug she made at your hair earned a moan against her clit as your tongue swirls and flicks at it. She must’ve liked the moaning so much by how she began to pull your hair over and over. You had no complaints, just obliged and moaned against her flesh as your mouth worked at pleasing her.

“Y/n!” She moans out from behind her hand as her back arches, even in her shirt you couldn’t help but admire how her tits sat so nicely on her chest. Granted she was wearing a bra, but even without one you had always loved how pretty her tits were. You could feel how her leg shuddered on top of your shoulder and under your hand. It made the grip on her thigh only tighten.

She was a moaning mess. Surely someone was hearing this. But you were practically drowning in her pussy and hadn’t a care in the world about what was happening past this desk. The longer this went on the messier it became. Her wetness was making a mess on my desk and you didn’t care. It showed how much she loved what you did to her. Your face was coated with her essence.

Finally her head lifts up, heavy eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna… I-” She couldn’t even finish what she was trying to say. You didn’t need her to. Within seconds of her warning she is cumming on your face and your tongue is greedily lapping at her cunt, not wanting to waste this. Moans leave your lips as you savor the taste of her cum coating your tongue. Your nails softly dig against her thigh as she rides out her orgasm, grinding against your face as she does so.

Her body finally seems to deflate as she lets out heaving breaths. You slowly lower her leg from your shoulder as you lean back from her pussy, licking your lips. Jill took one look at you and her cheeks flushed even more red than they were from what you just did to her. Your nose, lips and chin were coated from her intense orgasm. You chuckle as you wipe your face and stand up, placing your hands on either side of her head. You hover over her and lean down, placing a gentle kiss to her lips that lasted a few seconds. You let out a chuckle before meeting her eyes.

“There definitely will be a scandal.”

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year

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RE Incorrect Quotes

*Leon's ignoring Y/N and her story*

Claire: And what do we do when men are being stupid?

Fem|Y/N: Steal their girlfriends.

Claire, grabbing Fem|Y/N's hand: Exactly. Let's go!

*Leon getting ready to go on a trip and leaving Luis in charge of watching Y/N*

Leon, waving: Alright! Y/N be good!

Y/N: Have fun, Leon!

*The moment the door closes Y/N turns to face Luis*

Y/N, grinning: Fasten your seatbelt slut-puppy.

Luis, nervously: W-What?

Y/N: This ain't bout' to be no cake walk.

Y/N: Guess what I did!

Ada: Something that's going to piss me off?

Y/N: Yep!

Ada: ....

Carlos: Great things come in small packages!

Short|Y/N: .... I will bite your ankles like a wild raccoon.

Carlos, lovingly: I know, dear.

Ethan: Wow. This place is fancy.

Mia: Ye-

Ethan: Which fork do I kill myself with?

Mia: ....

Karl: I don't want you talking at my funeral!

Y/N: Okay-

Karl: You can come to my funeral but don't talk! My funeral is my time to SHINE!

Chris: I am NOT a successful adult! I don't eat vegetables and/or take care of myself!

Jill, with a disappointed sigh: .... Therapy.

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ivyppoison · 7 months

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i think its only fitting to request carlos covering his partner in hickeys in honor of the carlos banner 🥴 (if you want to! no pressure <3)

CARLOS OLIVEIRA COVERING HIS PARTNER IN HICKEYS !¡

― ☆ note : i had a dream about carlos the other day. i forgot what is was about to be honest, but i think it was a message telling me to write everything & anything to do w him bc i am obsessed w him. in honour of my carlos banner, we have this amazing work of art. unfortunetly, school will become a horror for the next 6 weeks so i apologise if i don't write as much . . .

warnings ✦ 𓂃 carlos being such a tease

#. resident evil masterlist. | main masterlist.

Dinner with Carlos was almost something to look forward to.

And it was always somewhat eventful — whether filled with lust or laughter.

You had currently busied yourself with the dishes whilst Carlos helped with other notions around the kitchen.

However, when he had finally finished with his chores, was when he could finally lay out all his love.

The sound of the water and the soft melody of your humming made you partly unaware of Carlos’ footsteps as he made his way towards you.

“Are you almost done, hermosa?” He asked, placing his hands on your waist as he gently pulled you backwards so you were pressed flush against his chest.

A small gasp escaped your lips as the sudden feeling

“Carlos —,” you muttered, letting out a small laugh as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“¿Cuánto tardará?” He whispered, his chin now resting on your shoulder.

“Not too long, baby. Just wait,” you answered, your focus still on the dishes in front of you.

Whether it was the silence that pervaded the room, or the passionate yet simple understanding you held for each other, you could feel Carlos’ impatience cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a dagger.

A sharp, razor-edge dagger.

And if looks could kill, Carlos’ gaze would have you crumpling into the ground with nothing but pure need.

His grip on your waist became noticeably tighter as he brought his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, however, this time, you could feel his teeth graze against a certain spot.

“Carlos —,” you mumbled once again, your hands now leaving the dishes in case the feeling of it all caused you to break something.

It was hardly possible that neither one of you would care though.

“No puedo dejar de pensar en ti,” he muttered, pulling you even closer to him as he placed a kiss where the flush of your blood started to form a small bruise.

“I can tell,” you smiled, closing your eyes as he placed a kiss behind your ear.

“Would you mind if I gave you another?” He asked, both with curiosity but also in a teasing manner, gesturing to the now visible mark on your neck.

Due to the convenience of the window by the sink, you looked into your faint reflection before meeting Carlos’ dark eyes, almost trembling under his gaze.

“Go ahead,” you replied, closing your eyes again as you felt his lips pressed an amorous kiss to your neck, followed by another until he left a trail of kisses along your skin.

A small shiver travelled down your spin as you completely lost yourself to his addictive touch.

And it was such a shame it was so addicting, but for you it was simply something you never had to yearn for as you always had him.

translations ( 'm sorry if any of these are wrong ) : 'Hermosa' — 'Beautiful', '¿Cuánto tardará?' — 'how long will it take?', 'No puedo dejar de pensar en ti' — 'I can´t stop thinking about you'

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ghostmaldo · 2 months

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ RE3 Remake: Taking care of Sick Jill and Carlos (Seperate) with GN!Reader~General head cannons 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

I am barely recovering from being sick from a week long cold and this sort of just manifested into my head and I thought, why not? Less evil in this Resident.

No warning, just natural sickness and fluuuuff

I didn’t really proof read this… my bad

Ask box open 💙

Play list I listened to while writing this—> Best of Resident Evil on Spotify ^^

~Maldo

❀ Jill Valentine ❀

~So, I picture SO and Jill have been living together for sometime in their shared apartment. It started with a slight sneezing fit throughout the day. Nothing a bit of allergy medicine couldn’t fix. However, by the end of the day SO would notice shes doing clearing of her throat more often and ask her about it. She’d simply reply with: “My throats just a little dry.”

~However, by the next morning Jills throat is completely raw, her nose is stuffed up, body aches, chill. Mad suffering. She insists she can walk it off but with some firm convincing from SO she’s politely shoved back into bed while they run to the nearest store to get her some medicine and things that are easy on the stomach. Jill sleeps the entire time their gone and only stirs agains when she hears the front door open. An instinct of hers.

~SO comes back with the best of medicine, sports drinks in her favorite flavor and of course some chicken noodle soup in the shape of stars. Upon seeing the stars printed on the front label she laughs (In a sickly way) “Stars… really?” SO nods and claims it would help her feel better.

~Having a warm bowl of soup and medicine admisintered by SO. Jill melts into the blankets and knocks out for the next several hours. She’s incredibly touched by her SO checking in on her every once and awhile. She’s always slightly aware when they enter their shared bed room, placing their slightly cold hand on her forehead or cheek to check for her temperature. But she keeps her eyes closed and allowed them to make her comfortable. It’s… a nice feeling for her.

~A real swooning moment would be when SO exits the room again. Gently closing the door behind them as to not disturb a resting Jill Valentine.

~When Jills feeling up to it. SO would help them into a warm bubble bath to help with the congestion. Afterwards, SO can suggest rubbing Vix on her chest to further help with the snuffles.

~A repeat of this cycle and after a few days. Jill starts to feel good as new. On the first day shes feeling much better but still a little groggy. Shell crawl out of bed with a blanket and find SO. Who’s currently on the couch doing one of their own activities quietly, though they are happy to see Jill out of bed. Together they take a nap with the sun rays warming them from the window. It’s the final medicine dose Jill needs to be back at 100%.

~Snuggles and forehead kisses with Jill make Maldo’s heart melt

“Thank you for taking care of me for the last few days. Ive been so use to taking care of myself I forgot what it was like to be dotted on.”

~Que a warm embrace and a tender kiss

❀ Carlos Oliveira ❀

~Carlos makes it everyone’s problem that his sick and by everyone I mean his SO. While his groaning and tossing and turning in his bed. SO finally comes to check up on him and his just laying there with these big merciful doe eyes. Before he has a chance to say anything, his body send him into a coughing fit that has him curling back into bed.

~SO: “I told you you were getting sick-“

~Pillow thrown at them from the man baby.

~Anyhow, SO proceeded to find some medicine in their apartments cabinet and a thermometer to take his temperature along with a cold rag. Poor guy did look really pale and clammy. If Carlos does have a fever, SO has to be prepared to wrestle the blankets off of him as his shivering from said fever.

“Carlos you have a fever!”

“I’m coooold!”

~Finding a can of chicken soup with stars in the kitchen. SO leaves Carlos with a movie running in their shared bedroom while they warm up the soup on the stove for him. As they read the medicine has to be taken with food or he’ll be sick and with an upset stomach-

~When he sees the bowl of soup he scowls slightly. “Haha very funny…. Staaars (S/O)” Listen I thought it was funny

~Will not let his SO leave his side. After the medicine starts to make him drowsy he literally pulls SO into bed with him and snuggles against them. And looordy is he a heater even without his blankets. Carlos claims he’ll only get better if he has his beloved next to him the entire time. With a sigh, SO relents, but faces away from him as the little spoon as a precaution to avoid getting sick themselves.

~Only takes about a day or two to recover and is ready to go back out into the world. As a token of his appreciation for dealing with him. Carlos takes SO out for dinner at their favorite restaurant.

“Hey, thanks for the last few days. I was a brat… but I appreciate you for taking care of me.”

~Que forehead kiss and Carlos wrapping an arm around their shoulders and pulling them in closer.

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issa-pheonyx · 8 months

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If you write for Carlos, mayhaps something fluffy? Sfw/Nsfw is up to you, but preferably no mommy/daddy kink, its just not my thing qwq

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗯!! 𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪, 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳. 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 :𝟯𝟯𝟯

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-As distinct as it is with him from the game he is going to make you laugh or even crack a smile from you. Besides he knows a way for a lady's heart is to make them laugh. Though there are times he would internally cringe when he predicts he tries too hard in certain jokes, but if it entertained you then perfect! He will not add onto it after that he thinks it'll just ruin it

-FUCKING FLIRTY BASTARD-ahem, now I know this man is fine and all, assuming he just be flirting people left and right, but when you know he likes you and only has eyes for you best believe he will be having his eyes set on you. You are the eye of the prize, nobody else, and honestly I feel like he is the type to do the kabedon move on you (hope I spelled that right, my apologies)

-Speaking of kabedon, his love language is definitely physical affection. I mean even if you are not the type to be equally affectionate as he is, he would have his body close to you, shoulders touching or brushing against each other. He would pepper your face in kisses to wake you up or just to be playful with you, bonus he would end up tickling you with massive kisses on your neck and waist just to hear you laugh cause it makes him laugh of happiness ('but Issa my laugh sounds like a seagull squawk' honey, it'll make him laugh harder sounding like a distorted horn you're safe LMAO-)

-Another would cooking for you I mean look at him on how he is built. That big boy gotta eat. He is most definitely the main chef of the house and if you do not like or never tried any food related to his culture (looked it up saying he could be Brazilian/Portuguese, again this was a quick search and not claiming he is, so don't come at me) well, you're going to try it. Honestly, his cooking skills are really chefs kiss. Anyways, you don't gotta worry about not having time to make food or you don't have the motivation Carlos got you bb~

-Now he is the sweetest, funniest, charming, and gentle giant he is, however he is protective. Maybe too protective, but he learns the separate his life and workplace (until he finds out they were lying to him), but after what went down with Umbrella it did mess him up mentally and psychologically he sought professional help (as he should) and did guide him. Sure, you and him can tell the damages that has left him, but since he sees you as a hope of light that's all that matters to him to keep it moving

-Lastly, he wouldn't mind if you pamper him. Like not only pamper him, but if you✨yassified✨by doing his makeup, putting ribbons or braiding his hair, etc. He turns into a whole different persona and would act so funny when you pull out the camera being like "Yas, queen🌚💅🏽". Dramatically, whips his head causing some ribbons or braids to fall off/go loose, but would be like "ah fuck my eye-" cause the lashes are too unbearable💀

-Overall, he is the best kind of bf/husband and is a walking green flag (shut up I am not gonna do red flags let my babies be happy cause irl men are bleh) and no just because he has his mental struggles that he tends to hide at times. He still seek professional help for that regardless and is still himself, Carlos~

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Day 27: Public + fingering

Fandom: Resident Evil

Character: Carlos Oliveira

Warnings: fingering in public, teasing.

Carlos had wanted to take you out for a date, he wanted to spoil you. After the mess in Raccoon city, helping Jill, he must wanted to spend some time with you. But the moment you stepped out of the room in that short little skirt he knew he was screwed.

He had to to touch you, needed to do something and right now the man was happy you were currently sitting on his lap. The music of the club was pounding in his ears but he could careless, people could walk by and see and he could careless, the only thing on his mind was you.

Trailing his fingers down your side, he then slipped his fingers under your skirt. His thumb rubbing you through your panties. “Be a good girl for me and just relax.” He whispered against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he then pushed your panties aside slipping his fingers in your heat.

He could feel your body shudder, hear the little whimpers escaping your lips as he slowly fingered you, his thumb rubbing your clit. Using his free hand he then grasped your hips letting you ride his fingers, pushing down his owner desires he captured your lips. This was about you, he was going to make you feel good first.

Breaking the kiss, Carlos chuckled deeply as he stopped the movement of his hand instead he let you ride his fingers. He couldn’t help but take pride in this, be turned on by just the site of you alone.

Your cries being drowned out by the music though he didn’t care if anyone saw.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, your nails dug into Carlo’s knee. “Carlos I’m!”

Your heart heaving, your body stiffened as your organs hit you. You had to bite your tongue from screaming out his name. Riding your orgasm, Carlos placed a kiss to your neck as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy. “Just wait until I get your home. Then you can scream all you like.”

#drabbles #drabble #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x y/n #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #re x reader #re x you #re3 #re 3

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ctitan98official · 2 months

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Anonymous: Don’t know if it’s my mommy issues talking but I would like some Mom!Jill valentine headcanons please 🙏 (love you bae 😘)

I’m glad you requested this, my friend! I just rewatched Death Island and my Jill simping has returned, stronger than ever (I don’t know how that’s even possible). Anyway, I decided to do baby Y/N and Jill because she would be so cute with a little one to take care of T^T Let’s get into it!

“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Jill murmured. In the dim glow of her bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands. The positive result had just blinked on the small screen and stared back at her, unwavering. Her heart raced as a mix of surprise and excitement flooded her.

It was almost 3 AM and Jill had finally worked up the courage to take the test after buying it hours ago.

But… To be honest, she didn’t really need the test. She had already been pretty certain she was pregnant. The nausea, the missed periods, the headaches… She knew her body and something was happening to her. Something amazing.

She covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She never thought she would be a mama for real. It was a secret fantasy of hers. She always imagined retiring from the B.S.A.A. and starting her own family.

From the very moment she found out about you, she loved you.

As the reality of impending motherhood sank in, Jill’s mind whirred with thoughts of the little life growing within her. She began to imagine tiny fingers and toes, the soft coos of a newborn. She was so ready to hold you.

Months passed, each one a step closer to the day when her world would change forever. Jill embraced the changes in her body, marveling at the miracle unfolding. She talked to you almost constantly. She couldn’t wait to meet you, but she also felt like she already knew you.

The nursery took shape with care, reflecting the anticipation of your arrival. Jill wanted everything to be perfect before you came home.

Eventually, after all her body had gone through, the moment finally arrived when labor pains gripped her. At long last, you entered the world.

Jill’s eyes glistened with tears as she cradled you in her arms for the first time, marveling at the tiny features that mirrored her own. She was a mama finally.

“Hi, Y/N,” She said quietly, smiling as your little hand gripped her finger. “Mama loves you so much, sweetheart,” She told you.

You looked up at her with wide eyes. You had absolutely no idea what she was saying, but you loved the sound of her voice.

Your confused expression made Jill giggle. She leaned in to nuzzle her nose against yours.

From that day forward, Jill’s life revolved around you. When she held you, she discovered a love deeper than she could have imagined. Her, now sleepless, nights were spent bouncing you in her arms and singing to you. While she had never been quite this tired before, she had also never been this happy.

If she’s having trouble getting you to stop crying, she makes up funny dances or songs and isn’t afraid to get goofy. You always end up laughing and Jill cracks up at your reaction (And her less-than-refined dance moves).

Jill’s absolute favorite thing to do is nurse you. The soft, snuffly sounds you make while you eat are so cute. She rocks you and tells you stories from her life as you suckle. Literally no one has better stories than her.

The bond between you two grows more with each feeding (If that’s even possible). She gently pats your back and encourages you to eat. Even when you’re fussy, Jill is able to coax you to latch on. “Eat for mama, baby,” She’ll say. Her gentle voice and smile immediately put you at ease. She’s a natural.

In these tender moments, as she watches you contentedly eating, Jill marvels at the beauty of motherhood. The uncertainty of her parenting abilities has transformed into confidence. She embraced the challenges, finding strength in the love she felt for you.

She was always meant to be your mama and you make her a better person.

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androgynous-pagan2 · 6 months

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(THIS BOT DOESNT GO WITH THE MAIN GAME)

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Higherup Lieutenant! Jill Valentine x Rookie! User

“I told you to stay back!! Why don’t you ever listen?!”

Jill had been mentoring you for a while now - with the help of her friend: Chris Redfield. However, to say you thought on instinct was an understatement.

“You need to get it through your thick skull that acting on instinct will get you killed!!” She yelled as the other policemen surrounded you.

It’s not that she hated you or wished anything upon you, it’s just she doesn’t want you to die. She cares about you and your safety.

#resident evil #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x you #Jill valentine x oc #Jill Valentine x user #jill Valentine x y/n #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 remake #re3 #re3 jill #re3r #leon kennedy x reader #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#best mommy #MOMMY JILLLLLL

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sanjismywhore · 1 year

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One Missed Call

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, phone sex

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Assigned on patrol duty, Carlos silently made his rounds around an empty city block that had previously been blocked off by his team.

In the distance he could just make out a few other soldiers standing, holding their weapons low as they waited for the possibility of something to happen.

The streets were fairly quiet at this time of night, with most people probably still asleep.

Carlos didn’t particularly enjoy being on patrol, strictly because of the lack of action. Threats were just as uncommon as intruders. So for the time being, he would walk in circles for hours, bored out of his mind.

It was tiring, and made him a lot more homesick than he already was. He was missing you pretty bad.

With the thought of you fresh in his mind, he tried to stay in good spirits. Once this shift was finally over, he could stay home with you as long as he wished.

Turning a corner that led down an alley, Carlos felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

At first he ignored it, allowing it to ring until it went to voicemail. Since he was on duty, he wasn’t supposed to use his phone in case something did really pop off.

But when it rung a second time consectively, he fished it out of his pocket out of curiosity.

He checked the caller ID to find your name flashing across the screen, making him raise a brow. Why were you even awake at this hour?

He got a sense that this was a possible emergency, causing his heart to stop momentarily.

As the phone continued to vibrate in his hand, Carlos looked around to make sure he was hidden before accepting the call.

He cleared his throat, “(Name), what’s up?” He asked urgently, “Is everything alright?”

Then he heard something that threw him for a loop. His breath hitched in the back of his throat as he pressed the phone closer to his ear.

A soft moan came through the line and a quiet whine soon followed after. “Mm… Fuck me...”

It took him a second to register what he had just heard. Furrowing his brows at the sounds, he repeated a little louder, “(Name)?”

However he recieved no response. Instead there was only the sound of rustling, like someone was trying to get comfortable.

A few more moans came across the line, “Fuck.. I need…” You paused, voice trembling as another long moan ripped from your throat.

Carlos swallowed hard, covering the speaker to his phone and quickly moving away from the mouth of the alley.

He closed his eyes, hands tightening around his phone as he took a deep breath. The lewd noises coming from your end of the phone were nonstop.

Your voice sounded too far from the phone’s microphone, which made him doubt that you could hear his voice. Yet the phone was still close enough for all the noises to be registered by him.

“Oh god… Carlos.” Along with your moans, in the distance he could make out the sound of something squelching and vibrating.

“(Name), what are you…” He gasped quietly upon the realization that you were masturbating to the thought of him. The sudden wave of heat that came over him was almost overwhelming.

The longer he listened, the more he was sure that you were completely unaware of the phone call.

“Ahh fuck…” You whimpered again, “Carlos, please…” The sound of your bed creaking filled his ears. “Please.” You repeated.

His mouth went dry. As his pulse pounded in his ears, the sound of his name being chanted over and over grew louder and louder.

It filled him feelings he had long since forgotten. The way you moaned his name so effortlessly as if he was right there with you, it made him miss you even more. It filled him with a sudden, fiery desire.

Swallowing thickly again, he glanced down at himself upon feeling his pants begin to grow tighter.

“Fuck…” He whispered, running a shaky hand through his hair. This was the first time he’s gotten hard at work.

Feeling a a sense of guilt and embarrassment, he knew that he should’ve ended the call then and there.

Yet he stood in the alley dumbfounded for awhile, still listening to the phone and thinking of all the possible explanations to this scenario.

The hot, wet sounds that came from you playing with yourself only grew louder.

As much as Carlos wanted to hang up for the sake of his job, your sounds made him want to give in so badly. Soon your voice was becoming to much to just sit still and listen to. He threw all rational thoughts out the window.

Never in his entire life would he be so grateful to be on patrol today. Thank god no one was gonna be around to see this.

“Damn, (Name)...” Carlos groaned as he leaned up against the nearest wall, setting his weapon down at his feet.

His right hand fumbled with his tactical belt, quickly disgarding it on the ground. With great haste he unbuttoned his pants and let them hang off his thighs.

The air became hot and dense with every passing moment. The sweat on his skin evaporated faster than it could fall. When he heard you moaning his name again, the sensation sent chills down his spine and straight into his groin.

“Oh my god.” He whispered, grabbing his cock through his boxers and stroking it gently.

You let out an audible gasp, seemingly quickening your own movements. “Oh fuck..” Your wavering voice was almost lost in the distance but Carlos was able to pick it out easily.

He dipped his hand beneath his boxers and freed his thick cock, not wasting any time stroking it in desperation.

He was hyperfocused on every single noise that came from his phone. “I need it so fucking bad…” He heard you whine.

Closing his eyes, he used the best of his effort to picture exactly how you were pleasuring yourself right now.

Maybe you were laying on your back, legs spread and knees slightly bent on the bed as you rubbed yourself vigorously to a photo of him.

Or maybe you were riding your favorite toy, moaning his name over and over again each time you sunk down on it. Wishing it was his cock instead.

His face flushed red hot as he imagined you straddling him and sinking down, down, down… Taking all of him.

Groaning softly, he could feel his cock twitch against his hand—wanting you desperately.

“God, I need you. Please… please…” Your pleas rang in his ears. The desperation in your voice made his balls clench.

“I know baby...” He groaned, bearing his teeth and running them across his bottom lip.

Carlos’ back made contact with the brick wall behind him while his hips jolted upwards against his hand.

“Keep moaning for me sweetheart.” He huffed, gripping his cock tightly with his thumb rubbing over the tip.

He heard you moan again on the other end of the line, seemingly fucking yourself faster and harder. Your breathing grew heavy and ragged.

The down right pornographic sounds of you fucking youself with some toy, or your hand, or whatever it was sent blood rushing straight to his cock.

“Just say my name over and over, it'll drive me fuckin’ crazy.” His words flowed out in a flurry, desperate and vulgar.

Even though he knew that you couldn’t hear his words, his body continued to act on its own accord.

The noises coming from your side got louder, more desperate. The sounds of your pleasure became clearer, “Shit, I wanna feel you..” You whimpered.

Carlos clenched his jaw shut, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he began to move his hand faster, increasing the friction between his fingers.

His breathing was growing short and he felt like the whole world was falling away from under him. “I miss you so fuckin’ much…” He grunted.

You whimpered again, “I miss you Carlos… oh god, I miss you…”

Carlos visibly shuddered at that, pulling the phone away from his ear to take a breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm himself down.

He wiped his forehead with his free arm as the heat radiating from his cheeks slowly died down. He ran his tongue over the corner of his lips, tasting his salty sweat that lingered on the skin.

After collecting himself, he placed his phone back onto his ear and began groan once more, “Baby… Fuck, say my name again…”

His stomach tightened painfully when his cock throbbed at the mere thought of his name running off your tongue. It was all he could think about.

Your moans gradually grew into long huffs and pleas. Breathing much heavier than before, you slurred. “Wanna cum for you…”

An audible groan of pleasure slipped passed his lips as his head tilted back against the wall behind him.

He could feel his orgasm building steadily in his stomach.

“Oh God... please…” He begged with a whimper, closing his eyes tightly. His cock throbbed again, leaking so much pre that he could use it to lube up his dick and stroke it faster.

He pieced together that you were drawing near your orgasm because the lewd squelching became more frequent.

You choked out, “Fuck, Carlos…” before letting out a long moan. Your words scrambled like an incoherent mess of lustful songs.

Carlos bit his lip harshly at the sound of your voice, making him even more aroused. He could feel his heart thumping faster, his breathing quickening.

“Fuck yeah. Say my name baby…” Carlos groaned louder as he fucked his fist harder, “I'm wanna cum with you… so hard.”

The last part of his sentence barely escaped his mouth before his hips spasmed, making his eyes roll back into his head.

You let out a cry of ecstasy. Your breathing was erratic as you continued to moan desperately in pleasure.

With another call of his name, you cried.

“I wanna cum… all over your big fucking cock!”

“Yeah, that’s it baby… come for me…” He groaned, throwing his head back against the wall and smiling. Unable to control the noises escaping his throat, he thrust his cock deeper into his fist.

Your cries pierced the air once more. You clutched your stomach as you panted heavily, fingers moving vigorously against your sex.

Sweat poured down his neck and drenched the front of his shirt. The muscles in his arms and abdomen tensed repeatedly as he stroked himself vigorously.

Carlos hunched forwards, spreading his legs wider and bending his knees a bit as he worked his cock to the max.

Then, he let out the sluttiest moan. “Oh fuck… Take it baby, take it.”

He pounded into his hand for what seemed like an eternity, panting heavily. A giant wave of intense bliss washed over him and he could feel the knot in his stomach beginning to unravel.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” You gasped. When he heard a loud smack against the floor and your muffled whimpers fill the air, he knew you reached your climax.

A low growl slipped past his lips, his mind feeling hazy and fuzzy from the incredible sensations coursing throughout his body. His hips started jerking furiously against his cock, his hips bucking violently as well.

A deep moan erupted from Carlos’ throat and he pulled his hand from his groin. Dropping to his knee's, he slid his left hand down his chest, squeezing and caressing himself.

Carlos released a primal growl as he came undone, “Oh shit. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

His entire body tensed up as a flood of hot fluid spurted from his slit. His cum dripped from his dick like a steady stream of tears.

Moans and curses spilled off his tongue like velvet. Continuing to stroke himself hard, his body convulsed and spasmed as he kept cumming. “O-oh shit….” He panted, vision blurring as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

He slumped forward, dropping his forehead into the palm of his free hand and panting heavily. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he feelt so exhausted from his release that he couldn't lift his arms.

He stared down at his wet, glistening dick, watching the remainder of his cum drip onto the ground. “Fuck…” He huffed to himself.

There was a long moment of silence between both lines on the phone. Carlos could faintly hear your breathing beging to grow calmer and then some rustling in the background.

The rustling began to cease when you finally discovered that you were on a phone call. Then a loud gasp came from your end, “Oh shit…”

Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, Carlos smirked at your reaction. “Having fun without me?” He teased, chuckling softly.

He recived more silence from your end, until you swallowed thickly and responded. “I butt dialed you on accident… How much did you hear?” Your voice couldn’t hide the embarrassment you felt.

“I heard enough.” He answered flatly.

Carlos could practically see the blush rising to your face as you mumbled something incoherent before taking a deep breath.

“You weren’t the only one having some fun though, don’t worry.” He reassured with amusement, “You know how much love it when you say my name.”

Your eyes widened, “So you heard all of that…” you were practically speechless.

“Every word.” He replied cheekily.

“Ughh…” You grumbled from embarrassment, face palming yourself.

“There’s no reason to feel embarrassed baby. I loved every second.” He purred, “You should’ve heard it. I came so hard.”

“Damn. I should’ve had you on speaker.” You groaned sarcastically.

Carlos chuckled again, knowing exactly where this conversation would lead, “As soon as I get home, you’re gonna hear the real thing. That’s guaranteed.” He said in a low, seductive tone.

You giggled, unable to keep the smile off your face, “You better keep your promise.” You warned him.

He let out a soft chuckle, placing the phone back against his ear and leaning his head back onto the wall. “Always do, babe. I always will.” He assured you.

#x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x you #re3 carlos #carlos x y/n #smut #fanfic #resdient evil #re3 #re3 remake #re3make #resident evil x reader #ao3 fanfic #carlos smut #resident evil 3

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bombsquad9 · 1 month

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𝐍𝐢𝐤𝗼𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐙𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (18+)

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✞𝐀✞ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> Nikolai won't do aftercare unless you straight up ask him for it, and when you do he might tease you a bit about it. The only thing he really does is check in to make sure you're ok, then he passes out or goes to do something else.

✞𝐁✞ 𝐁𝗼𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?)

—> For him it's probably his arms, he's put a lot of effort into making them bulky, and he likes the way it looks when he has you pinned.

—> For you it's probably your eyes, he loves the way they tear up a little when he's railing you, or how they squeeze shut when you're about to cum.

✞𝐂✞ 𝐂𝐮𝗺 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝗺.)

—> He'll cum anywhere, but he likes when he gets to cum on your face. Is it messy as hell? Yea, but it's hot as fuck to him so he couldn't care less.

—> Nikolai also like to cum insides you, he likes seeing it drip out of your hole and onto the bed beneath you. He likes when it dribbles down your thigh when he has you bent over something.

✞𝐃✞ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬?)

—> He wants to fuck you infront of people, he isn't keen to sharing, but he wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel, and how only he could make you feel that way.

✞𝐄✞ 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

—> I feel like Nikolai's a whore and has a lot of experience. He knows what he's doing, and always manages to unravel you every time.

✞𝐅✞ 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧?)

—> Face down, ass up. That's how he wants you, he loves to plow you from behind whilst holding your head into the mattress by your hair. He likes the way your ass jiggles with each thrust.

✞𝐆✞ 𝐆𝗼𝗼𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝗼𝐫 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲?

—> He's mostly serious, he MIGHT crack a joke every once in a lifetime, but that's only if he's in a "weird mood".

✞𝐇✞ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝗼𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬?)

—> Nikolai probably doesn't trim his pubes or anything, and if he does it's only because you requested it. Even then, it's half assed.

✞𝐈✞ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> He tends to be more on the rough side of things, pushing his partner to their limits, trying to get as much as he can out of them before he's done for the night. Due to that, there's not a lot of intimacy when it comes to sex, he's just not an emotional guy.

✞𝐉✞ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗼𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧?)

—> He doesn't jack off often, but when he does it's because you're not around, and if you are it's because you're not paying as much attention to him as he'd like.

✞𝐊✞ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬?)

—> He'd be into a lot of thing, some of which being dacriphillia, spanking, bondage, vouyerism, definitely has a size kink, 'sir' kink, etc.

✞𝐋✞ 𝐋𝗼𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> He'd have sex anywhere, the bedroom, the shower, the kitchen, a public bathroom, an empty alleyway, he doesn't give a fuck.

✞𝐌✞ 𝐌𝗼𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺 𝗼𝐧?)

—> When you tease him, especially if it's nothing major but just enough to know you're up to something. Lingerie is another thing, especially if it's his favorite color/a color he thinks looks good on you.

—> I feel like if you don't already speak Russian, but try to start learning because of/for Nikolai.

✞𝐍✞ 𝐍𝗼 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐝𝗼?)

—> Anything with bodily fluids that isn't cum, he finds it disgusting.

✞𝐎✞ 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭?)

—> He prefers receiving, but man is he good when it comes to giving. He's great with his tongue, and is proud of it, so all you have to do is ask and he'll gladly oblige.

✞𝐏✞ 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝗼𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝗼𝐰?)

—> Fast and rough, he wants the bed shaking and hitting the wall.

✞𝐐✞ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝗼𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬?)

—> He's always down for quickies, but would much rather drag it out to the point you're squirming beneath him and begging.

✞𝐑✞ 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬?)

—> He's willing to take risks and experiment. As I said before, he doesn't give a fuck.

✞𝐒✞ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝗼𝐫?)

—> Considering he's a mercenary and that requires a lot of stamina, he can last for a long ass time. Maybe about 3-4 rounds with a few minutes in between.

✞𝐓✞ 𝐓𝗼𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝗼𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝗼𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝗼𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫?)

—> Oh yea, he owns a lot, but he only ever uses them on his partner.

✞𝐔✞ 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?)

—> Huge tease, he could go hours teasing you until you're sobbing and begging him to let you cum.

✞𝐕✞ 𝐕𝗼𝐥𝐮𝗺𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐥𝗼𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝?)

—> He's not very loud, but definitely lets low moans and grunts slip during sex.

✞𝐖✞ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

—> He probably lost his virginity in a holy place like a church or cathedral. He's a whore and he knows it, sinner.

✞𝐗✞ 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬?)

—> He's got a good 7.5 inches, about 2 fingers in girth. He's got a vein that runs underneath, and his tip is pink.

✞𝐘✞ 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡/𝐥𝗼𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

—> He's got a high sex drive, he could probably fuck six times a day everyday if you were down.

✞𝐙✞ 𝐙𝐳𝐳.. (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬?)

—> After the session is over and he checks in he's passed the fuck out next to you, no doubt.

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can you do prompt 7 and 8 (locked in a room together and teaching how to do something) from the forced proximity with jill valentine?? :))

she's so pretty oml- and again if i had made any mistakes feel free to correct me!

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prompts: 7. locked in a room together + 8. teaching you how to do something

warning/s: being trapped in an elevator, mentions of claustrophobia, descriptions of a panic attack, anxiety

Jill Valentine.

You hadn’t officially met her, but you’ve heard about her skills. From what it sounds like, she is one hell of an agent. Well, you must be if you were a part of S.T.A.R.S.

Sometimes you would spot her in the hallways, always wearing a cheerful smile on her face when she spots familiar faces.

You weren’t one of those however, but you’ve been catching her eye for quite a while now.

Today, you were just about to head home after a ton of paperwork. Fixing the rest of your stuff, you carried your bag, making your way to the elevator. It was now in the afternoon as you stepped foot in the elevator.

You sigh as your muscles screamed for rest; you were about to press the ground floor when-

“Wait! Hold up!” A voice said, suddenly appearing in front of its doors and sliding right in just as they closed.

Looking at the person beside you, it was the last person you had expected to join you.

It was Jill herself, brushing her clothes of non-existent dirt as she sighed, glad that she made it. “Thanks.” She says glancing at you.

Her voice, you hadn’t heard it before, but you nodded at her, offering a smile. You may be looking calm on the outside, but on the inside, you were absolutely losing it.

The silence was getting into your head, wishing that time had gone faster inside the elevator, but as you glanced at what floor you were on, you barely made it past three. The awkward tension of you two standing beside each other was making you look everywhere but at her.

“Were you headed home?” Jill was the one to break the awkwardness, making a conversation with you.

“Mhm, I am, work’s done, I think, I don’t want my boss calling me up and making me work overtime just for some missed work.” You sighed out, Jill talking to you was certainly getting your mind off things, especially with your claustrophobia seeping into your veins.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you probably finished them all already.” She stirs away your doubts.

“Hope so, how about you?” You asked her. It felt like the time had slowed down when you were in the elevator, and it was already making you uneasy that you were fiddling with the buckle of your bag.

Jill looked surprise to have the question thrown back at her. “Wish I could say the same, but they need me for a meeting later and I thought I’d grab something to eat first…” She spoke.

You smile, you hadn’t expected to be talking to her and it was…nice. Her voice sounded delightful, and she actually seemed pretty interested in what you were saying, rather than with some of your co-workers.

About to respond, the elevator suddenly clanged and jolted to a stop, making the two of you lose your footing, bumping into each other before steadying yourselves.

“Hey- what the hell?” You said, standing up and looking at the elevator screen. It was blank as the lights flickered. You looked around, brows gluing together as you pressed the buttons.

“They really need to fix this elevator.” Jill said. You gulped. “Yeah, they really do.” You stuttered tried to respond, repeatedly pressing the emergency button, hoping it would work.

Your breathing picked up, but you tried to focus on other things. It proved to be difficult as your heart began pounding in your ears. You frown, trying to suppress your emotions.

Jill watched as you doubled over, leaning your hand against the wall as you closed your eyes shut. “Hey, are you okay?” She softly asked.

Her voice was muffled but you understood her. “Uhm, yeah- just need a moment.” You breathed out but breathed in too quick, causing an ache settling in your chest.

Jill felt like she was looking at a mirror, she could see what was happening with you; you were having a panic attack. This scene sends her back to unpleasant memories, her brain quickly turning on her alert mode as she softly grabbed your shoulder, making you look at her, confusion etched onto your face.

“You’re having a panic attack, you need to sit down, okay?”

You nodded, following her words as you slumped down on the ground, leaning against the wall. Feeling embarrassed that someone like her watched you spiral into this state, you tried to assure her that you were okay when you were clearly not.

“I’m fine-“

“No.” Jill’s voice suddenly turned stern as you gaze at her kneeling down in front of you. “I know how it feels and I’m not letting you go through this alone.” She spoke. Your vision began to get hazy as your thoughts jumbled with one another.

“Okay. Look at me, I’m going to teach you something and you have to follow me, okay?”

You could barely make out her face as your vision blurred, but her words echoed right into you. Your heart still hammering in your chest.

“You’re going to breathe with me. Inhale and exhale, alright?” Jill talked to you before inhaling and waiting for you.

Your nose scrunched as you tried your best to inhale. “Exhale.” She said, breathing out. You watched her before exhaling yourself.

“Now, I want you to count with me, one to five as you hold your breath, then we’re going to exhale, slowly, that’s okay with you?” Jill asked, keeping her eyes on you the whole time as you were disoriented.

All you could do was nod as your chest felt like it was being squeezed.

“Okay, inhale,” She commanded, you followed, inhaling through your nose, and closing your eyes as you held your breath for five seconds. “Now exhale, slowly.” She followed, exhaling with you after those five seconds. The two of you repeated the action until you were starting to get better, you felt your lungs expanding again.

When Jill noticed you weren’t struggling anymore, she felt proud of you as she smiled once you opened your eyes, looking at her. “Good?” She asks, putting a thumbs up.

You let out a chuckle, putting your own thumbs up. “Good.”

The two of you were stuck for almost half-an-hour, the two of you made the time useful to talk. Learning about the other and vice versa. But you felt shy about earlier.

“And then I said to him that we’d make a bet on who could catch the culprit the fastest and guess what? I did!” Jill muses, laughing. You laughed with her, but you took a second to glance at her as she sat beside you.

“Jill,” You finally uttered her name. She looks at you with her eyebrows raised “Thank you, for earlier… I thought I was about to lose it.”

She lets out another one of her genuine smiles at you, making you feel easy. “Don’t mention it, I’m glad you’re okay.”

When the doors had finally opened, you and Jill stood up as you grabbed your bag. “You guys alright?” The doors opened to a few maintenance personnel inspecting the two of you. You gave a slight nod. “We’re good.” Jill said.

Thankfully you could make it out with just a step as you were finally out of the elevator, breathing out in relief. Jill followed, checking her phone. “Huh, seems like the meeting got cancelled.” Jill said.

“Good thing is you get to go home now, right?” You joked with her, feeling at ease with her company.

“I could, but I still have to get something to eat,” she says, checking the time, her finger lingering on the power button. She breathes out, stuffing it in her pocket before looking at you.

“Since the meeting’s cancelled and I get to go home anyways, you want to grab something to eat?” Jill suggested, taking her shot at becoming close with you.

You, however, had already taken a liking to her, so who were you to refuse?

Giving her a nod, you smile. “Why not? You could tell me more about your cool missions.”

With that, she absolutely looked ecstatic at your approval. “Great! I know a place not too far from here…”

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