#carlos oliveira angst

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Drinks and a Dream

Summary: Trying to escape the outbreak in Raccoon City, you find an ally amongst the chaos- might as well flirt a little. (Carlos Oliveira x fem! reader)

Word Count: 3.1K

Notes: Back to Resi! Some love for my boy Carlos, the remake did him so well. Mentions of injury, blood, and death, as expected of Raccoon City. It might be a little short because I'm wiped rn (who knew graduating university would be so labour intensive? 😮‍💨) We are literally on the home stretch now, I really hope that you all have enjoyed my writing so far, and thank you so much for your lovely feedback as always.

Enjoy Lovelies~! xx

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Blood. Screaming. Chaos.

You'd just come back home from work, tired from your shitty shift at the local newspaper. Your key had been shoved into the lock a little rougher than it needed to be, and the door swung open to slam into the same dent carved into the paper-thin walls. Bag thrown on the couch, shoes tossed carelessly across the living room to clatter near the doorway for tomorrow, and phone pulled out with take out on speed dial.

You'd just settled into watching the first thirty minutes of your comfort movie, half eaten pizza in front of you when you'd heard it. The undeniable screeching of tires and the shattering of glass that seemed to shake the frames of your cardboard constructed apartment. alarmed you had sprung from the couch, shoving open the window that groaned with protest as you leaned over the fire escape to see better. From your apartment on the fourth floor, you could make out the crumpled frame of a car, hood smashed into a light post like a crumpled piece of paper. You winced.

Something was always happening around Raccoon City. Not to say that it was always as spectacular as a car crash, in fact, you'd been assigned some boring historical piece on the Raccoon City Orphanage earlier this week. No, Raccoon City was a place just busy enough to keep the press rolling, but still so dull as to make every hour one to regret becoming a journalist. However, as the panic started, and the pitches of the screams outside swelled into a chorus, the cold pit in your stomach told you that maybe Raccoon itself had been the bad choice.

One moment you're thinking of who's going to be the sucker headed into the RPD the next morning to try and get a statement from the police about the crash, and the next minute you're the sucker rattling the bars of the closed RPD station, flipping off Irons as they board up the windows and begin to barricade themselves in.

It's not like you had to scramble down the creaking metal of the fire escape ladder as the upstairs neighbour, Mrs. Smith, falls from her window on the sixth floor to make a sickening painting on the pavement. Or the fact that somehow the city went from a shithole to a shithole on fire in what felt like only an hour. No explanation for the dead that suddenly reanimated and chased you through the alley ways. No explanation for the barricades at the city exit. No explanation for why or what or who or how.

There had been survivors of this of course. At the start at least. you'd been lucky enough to live downtown to a hunting store but even by the time you got there you'd only secured a half box of ammo strewn across the floor and a shotgun you'd had to pry off someone’s body. You'd done everything, anything to get out of this god damned city, to not get bitten or scratched or grabbed or whatever the hell it was making people rapidly decay. To not die.

Yet here you were, propped up on some buildings fire escape, ladder pulled up so no one can follow you up while you clutch at your bleeding shoulder. Who knew your biggest threat was the living? Some asshole had shot you instead of the zombie, their shaky hands betraying their aim despite you calling for them to wait so you could get clear first. Instead of that there was simply the bang, the scream, and the retreating footfalls of the survivor that had left you out of fear or guilt. Either fit.

The crimson spilled between your fingers in small trickles, warm and sticky. It burnt like crazy when you put pressure on it, and despite your brain telling you to press harder, that you needed to press harder to try and slow the bleeding, it became a conscious effort. Your palm subconsciously lifted every now and then to try and reduce the pain and discomfort, unable to commit to pressing down hard enough as the body's override kicked in. You considered yourself lucky, as lucky as you could be in this situation. The bullet could have gone into your neck, but maybe that would've been a kinder death than whatever fate awaited you when the wound inevitably got infected. You sigh and lean your head on the cold railing of the stairs. How messed up.

"Hey, up there. You alright?"

Your eyes fly open and instantly your free hand goes for the shotgun, propping it on your knee as you point it to the man who had called up to you. Other hand still trying to press on your wound, you shoot him a glare. He raises his hands in surrender, palms open as you scan him over with a critical eye. He was tall and stocky, gun slung over his shoulder and armed to the teeth. A mop of dark, unruly curls fell over his eyes, which looked you over with a sense of concern and wariness.

"Did you get bit?"

You purse your lips before shaking your head once. "Shot."

His warm eyes widen slightly. "Shot? who shot you?"

"I wasn't really asking their name when it happened."

He takes another step towards you, and you readjust the gun, warning him. He freezes, reaching out with his hands slowly in a soothing motion. "Hey, hey, take it easy. I'm with Umbrella. I'm evacuating civilians, you can trust me." he says slowly and calmly. "We've got a train heading out of the city, we can put you on it, you just need to trust me, okay?"

you could almost cry from relief hearing that there was finally a way out of this hell, that someone somewhere had come to help.

"What's your name sweetheart?" he calls out, approaching where you are with a little more confidence once your shoulders drop. You heave a deep sigh, chest suddenly feeling a lot heavier than you thought before, eyes taking a second more than usual to pry themselves apart after each blink. Despite it you still get the energy to call out your name, making a boyish smile flicker at his lips.

"I'm Carlos. I'm going to get you out." he smiles back, lowering his hands once you pull the shotgun to your side once more. His gaze scans over you, flickering around your figure. "Can I come up there? help you out with that shoulder?" he asks. You just nod, sighing through your nose as you get tired, and a small moment of silence envelops the two of you.

"I need you to drop the ladder to get up." he tries to coax, eyes trying to maintain contact with yours after each languid blink. You shift your own blurring vision to the ladder you pulled up behind you.

"What’s the password?" you mumble, a lightheaded smile twitching upwards for a second. Carlos is almost taken aback, the crows’ feet at the corner of his eyes crinkling upwards.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your ladder," he calls playfully, yet voice tinged with the same shade of worry as before.

"Close enough." you grumble, thudding your heel into the ladder and causing it to unfold again. you swear you only blinked once, but when you open your eyes again hes crouched next to you.

"Welcome back." he chuckles, and you have to stop your face form flushing as you take in his features up close. The sharp line of his jaw is visible as he turns his head to pull gauze and an alcohol pad out of one of his many pockets. His hair falls softly in front of his face, the stubble of his beard bobbing as the muscle in his jaw clenches. you're snapped out of the daydream as he places a broad palm over yours on the wound, pressing firmly and making you hiss. Unlike you from before, his hands are trained and deliberate, not easing up as they find the right pressure you were unable to.

"Sorry about that." he murmurs, eyes flicking to your face to see your reaction. He pulls back the shirt slightly, easing pressure only momentarily so his fingers can gently press on the inflamed skin around the wound. "Shit…" he whispers softly, other hand coming to feel the back of your shoulder.

"What?" you grumble, head lolling to the side to look at him, frown forming. His eyes meet yours, the hesitant glance still enough to send your heart fluttering. "Can't feel an exit wound." he winces, making the air in your lungs exhale in one long sigh.

"You've got to be shitting me," you mumble. He shakes his head, already packing his things.

"Come on, we've got some painkillers back at base and I'll have to get it out," he says, cringing as he imagines it. "we're not too far away, I can get you there before this gets worse."

He slings your gun over his shoulder, before dragging his eyes between your increasingly groggy state and the fire escape.

"You okay to get down?" He asks, boyish demeanour coming back. you lean forward slightly, eyeing the ladder before nodding.

"Fireman's carry okay?"

You head turns to him, where the grin has managed to stay on his face this time, albeit a little apologetic looking. "What?" you ask, eyebrows drawn together. He shrugs. "Sorry, it's the only way actually. Can't do bridal to get down the ladder unfortunately." without another warning Carlos strides over to you, one arm sliding under the bend of your knees and he kneels next to you, other coming around your middle to lift you onto his shoulder as you yelp.

"Hey!" you protest as he covers the distance to the ladder in two strides, and then he's climbing down. You must've slipped out of consciousness for another second, because the next blink that you register, he's patting your calves to wake you up. "There she is," he murmurs. "We're nearly there."

You groan, head light and dizzy. "You could've put me down; I got shot in the shoulder not the leg."

"I did. you folded like a pack of cards."

"Well why not bridal style then?"

"Who says you can't carry a bride like this?"

"Me."

"Well sorry, hot stuff. Need a hand free to use this." he says, and you hear the rattle of his gun as he shakes it in his other hand. "But on a good note, we're here."

When you had gotten into the transformed train station, he'd introduced you briefly to Mikhail, his boss who was running the evacuation operation. You'd just been able to nod weakly as Carlos set you up on a crate, ripping your shoulder sleeve more to get a look at the wound. Turning your head you could see the sticky mess it had made of your flesh, causing your skin to crawl at the metallic smell. "Is this going to hurt?" you whisper out to him. Carlos places a warm hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly. He offers up a small smile, the comforting curve of his lips betraying his words.

"It'll probably feel like hell."

He wasn't lying. While he'd been digging the bullet out of your shoulder, he'd made you bite onto some spare cloth they'd rustled up, although the flimsy material was hardly enough to block out the noises ripped from your throat. However, eventually it was done and he'd moved onto the more peaceful endeavour of wrapping it up, disinfecting the wound while you tried to catch your breath, sweat beading your forehead. "How you feeling, hot stuff?" he chuckled, catching your glare.

"I can't decide whether I'm pissed off or tired." you reply, throat aching.

"Probably both," he hums, tucking the bandage tight. "I know that I sure am."

You meet his eyes, and there’s a thrum that races across your skin. Maybe surviving wouldn't be that bad after all.

Carlos stays with you, and eventually the burning pain mellows out into a dull throb. "That's the stuff," you groan out, head against the brick wall with a light exhale. He chuckles looking down at you from his position beside you.

"Painkillers kick in?"

"Hell yeah they did." you mumble back, and it feels like the weight on your chest has lightened somewhat. You make small talk while his squad makes plans on evacuation the rest of the city. It bleeds from minutes and feels like hours, but you weren’t sure if that was the pain meds or Carlos himself. He talked in a smooth, low tone that had your tension melting instantly, smiling like he had known you all his life. he was friendly and optimistic despite the circumstances, and you couldn't help but feeling drawn to him and his persistent personality. The boyish grin he wore and the soft curling of his hair in front of his eyes made your pulse race, heart thudding every time your eyes met.

You both talked about basic things, like your favourite movies and meals. he rattled on about how much he couldn't stand the fake spray cheese, and you traded your childhood distaste of tomatoes. You weren't sure if it was the conversation or the blood loss to blame for the hazy glow that had appeared behind his head, or the tingle in your hands. That's when you make your next words, you can't help them when they slip out past your lips.

"We should go out some time," you tiredly say. "My friend lives in the next city over, runs a nice bar. I can get us some free margaritas." you shrug, dopey smile on your face. He gives you a stunned look, head whipping around so fast his hair flies. The sight makes you giggle, your filter slipping. "Come on, I'm not the worst company, am I?"

He regards you in silence before sighing softly, shaking his head as a smile creeps across his face. "Margaritas? Really?" he asks.

"Hey, what's wrong with them?" you defend. "Plus, they're free. You really gonna draw the line at margaritas?"

He chuckles, arm sliding behind your back to help support you. In your haze you can hear another soldier corralling the other survivors into a train cart, undoubtably where he's taking you too.

"I tell you what," he hums, a cheeky smile now flitting across his face. "If they're free, I might swing by." he grins at you. "And I might have you on my arm for that. Fair deal?"

Your head lolls arounds, the painkillers really starting to numb you out now. "Correction," you slur. "You're gonna be on my arm."

That pulls a bark of a laugh from him, as he helps you sit down in a train seat. He crouches in front of you, pushing your hair from your face and helping you sit up properly. The joking tone in his voice slips away a little as he regards you with soft eyes. "You're gonna be okay, sweetheart." he murmurs.

You can't keep yourself up properly, making him sigh and help you lie down. To him you look out of it, hair splayed out behind you and pupils dilated. He feels a stab of guilt, maybe he shouldn't have given you the painkiller that had the strong sedatives in it. However, to you, he looks ethereal. You smile, looking up at him to memorise his face before the claws of sleep fade over your vision. "See you on the other side, sweetheart." he grins at you, giving you a mock two finger salute. You grin lazily, blinking rapidly to stay awake. "Come find me for a drink, Oliveria." you say, tone beginning to taper off softly. When you fall asleep he makes sure that you're comfortable, stepping away as he hears the calling of Mikhail. He casts you once last glance, softly huffing to himself before he joined the rest of his team and Mikhail patted the side of the passenger cart, the train beginning to move.

When he goes out to continue his mission, his heart is still for the first time since finding you on that fire escape. Sure, you had been a bit forward, but he had found it endearing. He liked the way that your eyes sparkled when you smiled, and the way that your hair fell across your face. He respected how you had persevered by yourself until then, and it hadn't even been the zombies that had taken you down. There was a spark in you that he couldn't help but be entranced by, your fire sparking something in himself. He had ridden that content bliss knowing that in the midst of it all the carnage, life could continue on around it.

Yet that bubble got shattered the moment he had gottan the radio call from Jill, who should have been well on her way out of the city by now.

He could hear the panic in her voice even through the crackling of the comms. T looked at him in worry, glancing from the computer screen to Carlos' falling face. There was a certain type of dread that settled into his bones and froze his blood, stopping his heart when he managed to conjure up the sleeping image of you. You had been on that train too.

Words bounced around in his head, derailed, Mikhail, Nemesis...it all seemed to ring together in one droning sound. He can vaguely hear T calling him, Jill on the other side too. "Yeah, copy." he says into the earpiece before Jill cuts out.

"I've got somewhere to be," he calls at T, who waves him off with a nod. Carlos' steps are harsh and heavy as he finds his way out of the hospital. No matter how fast he walks he can’t get the image of you out of his head, alight with flame in your peaceful sleep. He had seen you just hours ago. He had patched that wound of yours and laid you down like it was a hospital. He had promised you that you'd get out.

Carlos lets his jaw clench, teeth grinding against each other as he hurries to the last location Jill had said over the line. When he said he’d see you on the other side, he didn’t think you’d go that far from him.

“They better have margaritas up there, hot stuff.” He mumbles under his breath as he reloads, anything to stop the shake of anger boiling in his fingertips. ��Have one for me.”

[leonskittybunwriting]

Plot: Carlos is a vampire that takes down vampires that go against the coven.

Warnings: Death, Murder. Mercy. Vampires and Humans. Carlos is a vampire. Y/N aka you is a human. It's very angsty with a fluffy ending. plus size reader. Death of a child.

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters and I don't own resident evil!

Note: Vampires with red eyes show that they are the head of the coven.

Vampires with silver eyes are warriors.

Vampires with golden eyes are special skilled vampires.

Vampires with purple eyes are evil vampires.

Vampires with brown eyes are just normal vampires that have the basic powers of vampires.

Carlos growls as he emptied his gun into a purple eyed vampire: Abe that killed a child once the vampire was dead he sets it on fire and glances over at the small child that laid on the ground, tears roll down his face as he remembered the past and he quickly sets the dead child on fire before the child come back as a vampire.

He makes sure both bodies are burnt to ash before cleaning up the ashes in different bags and takes the ashes back to the coven.

The vampire that's in charge of the vampire coven steps forward once Carlos steps into the door.

“How did it go?” Jill Valentine asked softly, she wore a pure black dress, her pale skin making the black dress glow, her eyes pure red showing how much power she had over all the vampires in the group.

Carlos bows to her out of respect and says “He's dead but he killed a human child before I could kill him, I'm sorry my queen.”

Jill sighs sadly and says “Find the family, Carlos let them know. I'll bury Abe with the rest of the vampires that went against the coven.”

Carlos hands over the bag of ash's of Abe to Jill who takes the bag with sad eyes and walks down the hallway other vampires bowing their heads to show respect for their coven queen.

Carlos sighs softly as he holds the bag of ashes of the child and sets off to find the family.

It took hours to track down the family but he was able to find the mom and hand her the bag of ashes of her son and he explains what happened with tears in his eyes.

The mother had cried as she clung to the bag of ashes, Carlos had glanced up to see the father having an angry expression before waking back into the house.

Carlos walks away from the scene, tears falling from his face as he walks down the sidewalk.

He hated his job only because of this, evil vampires attacking humans, ripping families apart. The only time he loved his job is when he could actually do good.

In order to get away from his emotions he goes to the one place that his favorite human is always at.

He goes to the nearby library and hides in the shadows as he watches his favorite human grab a book, his silver eyes roam her chubby form before stepping out of the shadows and presses his large muscled form against her chubby, and curvy form and he whispers deeply in her ear “How's my favorite human?”

The girl lets out a small squeak before turning around his arms and she hits his arm with a book and whispers yells “Carlos! You scared the shit out of me.”

Carlos chuckles and leans against the bookshelf before leaning down and gently kisses her lips as he cups her face gently and he nuzzles her gently before whispering “Want go to the coven Y/N? I know everyone would be happy to see you again.”

Y/N hums softly and wraps her arms around him and whispers “Yeah I can come to the coven today, did you have a bad day?”

Carlos's nods as the tears start up again causing Y/N to gently wipe away his tears and she whispers “What happened?”

Carlos sobs softly and says “I had to take out Abe, he turned evil and he killed a human child and I had to burn the ashes of the child to make sure he couldn't come back as a vampire.”

Y/N wraps her arms more around him tightly and she whispers “I'm so sorry, Carlos.”

Carlos kisses her lips gently and he whispers “I just need my favorite human to hold me tonight.”

Y/N smiles and says softly “I can do that.”

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔰 𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬

Second-chance/rekindled relationship scenario headcanons ft. Carlos Oliveira!

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character: Carlos Oliveira

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF // hate sex, second chance, jealousy, miscommunication (resolved), hints of depressive behaviors // ktober

a/n: i'm so eepy. that's all, just thought u guys should know 1!1!11!

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who's at fault:

Both of you could have responded better. Carlos doesn't always know when to stop, so when you weren't in the mood to indulge his pushy behaviors, it created problems. You started to view his enthusiasm as not understanding that you were busy or needed to be alone sometimes, and eventually, it morphed into you thinking that he just didn't care. Because of this, you started becoming quick to anger, often leaving Carlos confused as to what he did wrong.

The split:

The day you called it off, you were working on a very important personal project of yours. About a week beforehand, you told Carlos that you had a free time slot for a once in a while, and you stressed that you wanted to spend it working on your hobby. He was not to interrupt you at all costs.

Well, he did. He hadn't seen you for a while due to your mismatched work schedules, and he missed you greatly. He knew you wanted to work on your project, and he did know how important it was to you, but he thought it would be nice to surprise you by dropping off some food. He didn't intend to keep you -- just a quick drop by, kiss, and leave.

You were not happy when you saw him. In fact, you were pissed. This is because he hadn't texted you beforehand that he, who has a key to your apartment, would be coming to see you. So when you were completely concentrated on completing your project, music blasting in your headphones, you didn't hear him come in. You only felt him stalk behind you, tapping you abruptly on the shoulder.

Scared by the sudden intrusion, your work was ruined -- if it was a painting, there was now a giant smear across the canvas; if it was writing, your documents were no longer readable from spilled coffee either breaking your PC or staining the paper; if it was knitting, the thread was now ripped and torn in two, and so on.

That was the final straw. While he apologized profusely, trying to offer suggestions on how to save the work, you snapped. You very angrily told him it was over, that you were sick and tired of him doing whatever he wanted, and that you hated how clingy and desperate he was. You hated how you never had any peace around him.

Carlos didn't take it well. He was still in shock. He didn't fully believe that this was happening and tried to defend himself. You simply stormed over to the drawer with things for nights when he slept over, grabbed articles by a bunch, and handed them to him. "There's the door," you said, forcing the pile into his arms, watching him stand still for a second before stomping away, locking yourself into your bathroom. He banged at the door for a while, pleading for you to talk about it, but after he realized you wouldn't relent, he left and that was that.

How you handled it:

You held yourself together okay. Much better than Carlos did. You cried some nights, missing how things were before you argued almost every day. Missing him. It felt lonely without him pestering you anymore, and for a while, it was unbearably difficult to get used to the new silence. But you did. Eventually.

How he handled it:

Carlos was a mess. Inconsolable. He shut out pretty much everyone around him, and whenever someone asked if he was okay, he told them he didn't want to talk about it. Carlos, who had usually been a pretty charismatic and extroverted man, shut himself off. He stopped leaving the house as much, often spending most of his free time either sleeping or idly watching shows he didn't even care about. Anything for him to stop replaying everything in his head, wondering what he could have done differently your entire relationship.

Meeting again for the first time:

You walked into a bar together with your friends, six months after the break-up. Immediately after being seated, you noticed Carlos at the bar with one of his friends, Tyrell. Carlos was face-down on the bar's counter, his wide back on full display, with Tyrell attempting to comfort him with a couple pats on the shoulder.

Stressed, you began slapping one of your friends on the arm, urging them, telling them that you needed to leave. Confused but understanding of your situation after you explained it to them -- you all got up to leave.

As soon as you stood, though, you noticed a woman walk up to Carlos, sitting next to him. To you, she had the most lustful look in her eyes, and something about that didn't sit right with you. You were jealous.

You stopped in your tracks, thinking for a moment. You watched as she placed a soft hand on his bicep, feeling it up. Suddenly, you told your friends that you would be back, and left them to walk up to Carlos. They were even more confused than they had been before.

You approached the two with a burning fury, placing one of your own hands onto Carlos' free shoulder, leaning down next to his head as you looked her in the eye. "He has such nice arms, doesn't he?"

Carlos froze, recognizing your voice. Tyrell watched, ordering another glass. As for the girl -- she removed her hand, apologizing for, "misunderstanding."

As soon as the girl left, you took her seat, ordering the strongest drink on the menu. Carlos didn't dare to speak first.

After a couple moments of silence, Tyrell excused himself. When he did, you began conversing with Carlos in a very agitated manner. Carlos seemed nervous.

The two of you talked about many things -- how you'd been, what you were getting up to -- and, most importantly -- "did you miss me?"

You were the first to answer -- and you did so truthfully. Carlos then followed along, answering honestly as well, informing you of how the past few months had really been for him. You felt a mix of emotions upon hearing it -- anger, guilt, sadness -- and flattery?

Start of NSFW:

Eventually, after downing drink after drink, and the mysterious disappearance of both side's friends, the two of you got drunk enough that you were becoming touchy with one another. You were the one to initiate most of the flirting, and ultimately, you were also the one who invited Carlos to come back to your place for sex.

He agreed, still in love with you, and the two of you used a rideshare service to get to your apartment. As soon as you arrived, locking the door behind you, your hands were on one another almost immediately.

Carlos was pretty rough with you, which was much different from how he had been when the two of you were together -- you had known him as a very soft, gentle, passionate lover. Tonight, he would be passionate, just in the opposite way.

There was a lot of very intense kissing when you first began your escapade. The kind of kissing that feels feverish, very vigorous and uncontrollable. Both of you are fighting for the lead and losing -- it's almost like the two of you are trying to prove something by it. For you, it's that you want to convince Carlos that you're the only one he should look at; for Carlos, it's that he wants to convince you that he's good enough that you'll take him back.

Eventually, the two of you move on to something more. Carlos is the first to break the kiss, going down toward your lower half, ready to start pressing his tongue in between your folds as soon as he possibly can. You let him lick, and suck, and kiss, and lap at your sensitive areas as you roughly tug on his hair, pulling his head up into you as hard as you can. He can barely breathe by the time you cum, riding his face with broken breaths.

You then decide it's his turn next. You push him down, pinning him in whatever position you choose: if it's 69, you flatten your lower torso to his chest, forcing him in place; if it's traditional standing-up, you press your forearm against his hip-stomach area, holding him to the wall; if it's traditional laying-down, you hold a firm fist and out-stretched arm at one half of his ribcage, straightening his body out. No matter which you choose, he cums pretty quick, his seed spewing out in thick loads. He seemed to have been pretty pent up, but for how long, you weren't sure.

Neither of you were ready to call it quits yet though, despite the two of you already cumming once. As soon as Carlos caught his breath, you were fighting with your tongues once again, dragging your hands all over one another's body. You took the initiative in mounting him, while he took the initiative in making sure you were comfortable, grabbing your hair into a makeshift pony and pressing his thighs together for you to bounce on. The sex you had was pretty vocal with both sides moaning, grunting, and egging the other on. You came at the same time, thanks to him timing your orgasms (something he had gotten pretty good at during your relationship) by rubbing your clit as his cock drove in and out of you. As you came, you scratched up his chest pretty harshly, and as he came, he gripped on your hips outstandingly roughly. Both of you left marks on one another, and funnily enough, both of you were happy about it.

Reconciliation:

Once the two of you were finally satisfied with one another, and had a sufficient amount of oxygen in you, you got half-dressed and began to talk. Carlos didn't bother to throw his shirt back on, while you didn't bother putting on a bra, and instead of wearing your bar clothes again, you wore some clean pajamas.

You both explained things from each of your point-of-views. You went first, explaining that you thought he hadn't cared what you would want, steam-rolling you with whatever he wanted to do. To which, he apologized, admitting he probably did get carried away sometimes.

He then explained his side of things, telling you that he didn't do things because he didn't respect you, but because a lot of his actions were made with the intention of making you happy -- he just didn't know how to execute them well. You said sorry to him as well, acknowledging now that you were wrong for blowing up at him without talking to him first, assuming things.

After you had both forgiven one another, Carlos was the first to pull you into a bear hug. It was slightly suffocating, but it was the good kind of suffocating. The two of you agreed then that you would get back together, however first implementing some ground rules on how to prevent miscommunications in the future. And that was that.

For the rest of the night, you lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat thump wildly until falling asleep.

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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Tw: English is not my first language I'm sorry if it's badly written T_T, unrequited feelings, angst, use of Y/N (I recommend you to read this on a computer/laptop and use InteractiveFics extension and change it to your own name if you don't like the use of Y/N ty!), not proof read.

You had always admired Carlos from afar, admiring his bravery and strength in the face of danger. You had worked alongside him for years as his subordinate, but despite your close working relationship, you had never been able to express your true feelings for him.

It was clear to everyone that Carlos had eyes only for Jill, the woman he had fought alongside in Raccoon City. You watched as they worked together, their bond growing stronger with every passing day. You could see the way Carlos looked at Jill, the way he smiled and laughed with her, and you knew that you could never compete with that.

But you were determined to do everything you could to help Carlos and Jill survive the horrors of Raccoon City. When they faced off against the Nemesis, you volunteered to be the bait, hoping to distract the creature long enough for Carlos and Jill to make their escape.

As the plan unfolded, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction in your actions. You had done your part to ensure the safety of your comrades, even if it meant putting yourself in harm's way. But as they fled, you found yourself separated from Carlos and Jill, lost in the chaos of the city.

For hours, you wandered the streets, desperately searching for your friends. You fought off zombies and other creatures, using all of your training to stay alive. But as the hours turned into days, you began to lose hope. You were injured, exhausted, and alone.

Just when you thought you couldn't go on any longer, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. It was Carlos, and he had finally found you. With tears streaming down your face, you threw yourself into his arms, grateful to be reunited with your friend and mentor.

As Carlos held her tightly, you felt your heart swell with hope. Maybe, just maybe, he had come to realize his feelings for you. But as you pulled away from each other, you saw Jill standing beside Carlos, a smile on her face. You knew then that you could never compete with the bond that Carlos and Jill shared.

Determined to move on and accept your place as Carlos's subordinate, you began to distance yourself from him. You kept your interactions with him strictly professional, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you. It was hard at first, seeing Carlos every day and pretending that you didn't care for him. But as time went on, You grew used to the routine.

One day, as you were working late in the office, you heard a knock on the door. When you opened it, you found Carlos standing there, looking tired and disheveled. He walked into the room without saying a word and closed the door behind him.

For a few moments, you both stood there in silence, neither of you knowing what to say. Finally, Carlos spoke up. "Y/N, I need to talk to you."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Could it be that Carlos had finally realized his feelings for you? You looked up at him, trying to keep your emotions in check.

"Listen, Y/N," Carlos said, his voice low and serious. "I know things have been a little weird between us lately. I just want you to know that I value our friendship more than anything. You're one of the strongest people I know, and I couldn't have made it this far without you."

You felt a pang of disappointment. It was clear that Carlos saw you only as a friend and colleague, nothing more. You forced a smile and nodded, trying to keep up appearances.

"Of course, Carlos," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I feel the same way. We make a great team."

For a moment, they stood there in silence. Then Carlos stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the warmth of his body against yours.

"Thank you, Y/N," Carlos whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your mind was racing as you felt the weight of Carlos's body pressing against yours. Could it be possible that he was finally realizing his feelings for you? Or was he simply expressing gratitude for your loyalty and friendship?

As Carlos pulled away, you looked up at him, hoping to find some clue in his expression. But his face was unreadable, and you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you.

"Hey, you wanna go grab a drink?" Carlos asked, his voice lightening. "I could use a break from all this work."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief that you both could still be friends, even if nothing more. You both left the office and to a nearby bar, where you sat together in silence, nursing your drinks.

As the night wore on, you found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable. You couldn't shake the feeling that Carlos was keeping something from you, that there was a reason for his sudden interest in spending time with you.

Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, you spoke up. "Carlos, is there something you're not telling me?"

Carlos looked at you, surprise registering on his face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, it feels like you're keeping something from me," You said, your voice trembling. "Like there's a reason you're suddenly so interested in spending time with me."

Carlos looked away, his expression pained. "Y/N, I know this isn't the best time to bring it up, but there's something I need to tell you."

Your heart began to race as you waited for Carlos to continue. You couldn't imagine what he might have to say, but you knew that it was something important.

"Listen, Y/N," Carlos said, his voice low and serious. "I know that I've been distant from you lately, and I'm sorry for that. But the truth is, I've been struggling with my feelings for you."

You felt your heart skip a beat as Carlos spoke. Could it be true? Could he really feel the same way you did?

"I know it's complicated," Carlos continued, his voice growing more urgent. "And I know that we're both risking a lot by even considering this. But Y/N, I can't stop thinking about you. You're the bravest, most amazing person I've ever met, and I can't imagine my life without you."

You felt tears streaming down your face as Carlos spoke. You had dreamed of hearing these words for years, but now that they were finally coming true, you didn't know what to do.

"I love you, Y/N," Carlos said, his eyes searching yours. "Will you be mine?"

You felt a sense of relief and joy wash over you as you realized that your dreams had come true. You threw your arms around Carlos, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, Carlos," you whispered. "I love you too."

As you pulled away from each other, you saw Jill standing across the room, a smile on her face. You knew then that Carlos and Jill would always be friends, that they would always share a bond that you could never fully understand. But as you looked up at Carlos, you knew that you had found something even more precious: a love that was truly your own.

[homicidal-slvt]

"That character wouldn't say that!!!"

That's your opinion. However, I am fueled by the power of delusion and the need to fuck them. I do what I want and you can't stop me.

[sanjismywhore]

Love Bites

Vampire Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings:

Ansgt, mentions of blood, self-harm, suggestive content🔞, reader has boobs

Happy Halloween 🎃

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The glass fell out of your hands as loud gasp left your lips. “C-Carlos… Is—is that..?” Your trembling voice echoed through the halls, filling the deafening silence the moment you opened the door.

Carlos put out his hands to you as if to show he was harmless, “Baby, this.. this isn’t what it looks like.” He attempted to reassure your trembling form that was slowly backing away from him. There was blood smeared on his lips, blood on the collar of his shirt, and even blood in his teeth.

The front door remained open with him just outside the doorway, the storm behind him serving as a backdrop to emphasize his black silhouette. He looked so fragile in front of you, trembling. And eyes so large, shaky, and black that you could’ve been staring at a frightened pup.

“I can explain… all of this.” He whimpered. He was scared. Carlos tried to take one step but stopped after realizing you would increase your distance. “Just let me inside, okay?” You could hear the desperation in his voice. The last thing he wanted right now was to scare you more than he already had.

“I need you to say yes, otherwise I can’t move from here.” Carlos urgently gestured to the doorway, looking deep and firmly into your eyes as if silently pleading for your compliance.

Your brows furrowed with confusion, “Wha.. why do you need permission?” You mumbled, your expression a mix of fear and hesitance as you took another step back. “The door is already open—“

But before you could question him further, he let out a groan, low and whiny. “No—I need you to say it, please just let me in,” Carlos begged, nearly crumbling to his knees. “Please… just…” His head lowered as he held it in his hands, shivering from the cold, wet air. He cried in his hands as if all of his hope had crumbled. He needed help. He was scared. And no matter how many people he went to, they all turned him away as if he were a monster.

“…I need you, (name)..” He sobbed, “I… I didn’t mean to hurt those people… I turned into this—a monster…” Carlos confessed, his voice so soft that you weren't sure you heard him right, “You’re all I have…” He lifted his head at you, his eyes glassy. “Please say you’ll let me come inside.” He pleaded.

Carlos was all over the place. You were completely in the dark about what happened to him. Deep down you felt bad for him. You wanted to hold him close and reassure him, yet you were too paralyzed by fear to move. You could feel your heart clench with each beat as if it had stopped working, It was painful. To watch him beg, to watch him cry, to watch him be in pain. Tears nearly fell from your own eyes.

You couldn’t turn him away, not when he was bleeding and sobbing like this. He was distressed.

“Carlos..” You started, yet your voice fell short the moment you stepped forward. “Come inside, I’ll help you.” You said finally, your resolve firm despite your fear.

Carlos’s eyes seemed to sparkle with hope as he quickly scrambled to his feet and entered the home, “Thank you..” He huffed with relief. It took only a couple steps before he was towering over you, scooping you into his arms and burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Thank you… I love you so much, I-I’m so sorry…”

Your hands shook as they took their places on each of his shoulders. Blood smeared onto the side of your face, neck, and shirt thanks to his closeness. The coppery stench filled your nostrils, making you turn your head away. “C-Carlos—what happened to you?” You choked out.

His grip tightened around you, “I don’t know. I…” Carlos took a breath as he pulled his head from your neck. When he looked at you, the whites of his eyes were red. “Something drank my blood… I blacked out, and when I woke up… I had blood in my mouth and everyone around me was dead.” He swallowed hard, the sound echoing through the entire house. “…I think… that I killed them..”

None of his words made sense. You widened your eyes at him, clearly distressed and confused. Carlos watched your eyes for any sign that you understood, but when he didn’t find anything, he pulled away from you. “You don’t believe me..”

He brought his own hands to his face, “Look,” He opened his mouth wide, using his hands to stretch his lips to reveal his bloodied fangs. His canines were long and sharper than you’ve ever seen them on any human.

The sight of it made your stomach drop. “W-what..?” It came out sounding like a whisper. You covered your mouth with both hands, feeling like someone had punched you in the gut. You were gonna be sick.

“Oh god..” You turned away from him, letting yourself process what he was implying. “A vampire.” You realized, your tone filled with disgust and horror.

“I was bit and turned. Whatever that monster *was*, it wasn’t *me*.” Carlos protested. He walked closer to you until he stood just behind your shoulder. “I swear to you, (name), I didn’t want to do it. I had no control over it!” He pleaded to you.

You felt Carlos’s warm breath fan against the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to pop up along your skin. “You have to help me.” He gently cupped your face so that you could look into his eyes. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Carlos begged. “Please… I can’t keep this up… I’m afraid I’m going to lose it…” His eyes glimmered with tears again, only this time he was crying blood. “(Name), you need to kill me..” Carlos whispered, placing his forehead on yours. “Kill me before I lose my mind. Before I hurt you.”

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, holding you close as if it were to be the last time. “I love you.” His voice quivered.

The way he spoke made you shudder, it sounded so sincere but also so broken. “N-no… Carlos, I can’t—I can’t kill you.” You breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself. “There has to be another way. I can’t—“ Tears were starting to stream down your face. “I-i won’t..” You repeated, shaking your head violently.

This time you clung onto him tightly, burying your face into his blood-soaked chest. “You can’t just ask me to do that..” You sobbed. “…You’re the last person I want to lose.”

“God damn it, (name). There isn’t another way!” He raised his voice, holding you by the shoulders and making you look at him. “I’m so thirsty… I can smell your blood just from being close to you. My body is aching to taste you, to sink my teeth into your skin and drink until you run dry.” His voice is low as he holds you tighter, veins slightly bulging from his neck with restraint.

“If you don’t kill me right here, right now, I will tear you apart,” Carlos utters with utmost firmness. The seriousness in his voice makes you take an involuntary step back from him.

Your throat closed painfully. You shook your head. “Carlos, no….” You begged him to stop. To make some kind of sense. But his gaze never left you. His eyes burned with desperation.

With the last of his efforts, he pulled away from you to retrieve a kitchen knife. Taking the blade out of the knife block, he returns and holds it out to you.

“(Name), just do it for me. Please.” He insisted, grabbing your wrist with his free hand and forcing the blade into your hands. He wrapped your fingers around the handle before turning your hands so that the end of the blade was against his heart.

Carlos looked deeply into your eyes, hoping that you would understand what he was telling you. You shook your head slowly, tears streaming down your cheeks.

For a moment, nothing else mattered besides the cold metal blade in your hand as you prepared to slice open his flesh. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest and through your ears. You felt lightheaded.

Everything in your body seemed to tense up as you stared at Carlos. “Carlos…” You whimpered, unable to look at him anymore.

“Just… do it, baby.” He cooed as he watched you tremble.

Gripping your hand tight, Carlos leaned in close, his lips just above yours. Your lips met his in a soft, gentle kiss. It wasn't passionate or heated. It was sweet and fragile. Just a simple brush of lips. You couldn't bear to let go, not even when he caressed your cheek.

You broke the kiss and drew away as he held you in his arms, “I love you.”

Then, all of a sudden, when he thought he had plunged the knife deep into his heart, he heard you whimper in pain. The blade was no longer facing him.

Carlos’ eyes fluttered open to find your shirt had been ripped open by the blade, a shallow wound on your breast. “W-what?” He jerked back, almost pulling the blade out of your hand and letting it clatter to the floor.

"What the fuck did you do?" He cried, stunned at the fact that you were willing to stab yourself for him. His eyes flickered between your face and your bosom, jaw clenching with such anxiety that he might faint.

Carlos backed away from you, his face contorted with anger and disbelief. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his fists balled. "Wh—why?" He froze when he saw a pool of crimson seep out beneath the wound.

The veins on his arms and neck bulged, his undead heart pounding to life. His skin began to perspire with sweat, and his tongue swept over his lips with thirst. The sight of your blood drove him mad, like dangling food in front of a starving man.

The sight of the red fluid trickling down the curves of your breast made it even worse as his mortal lust threw itself into the mix. Carlos tried to hold himself together, but everything within him was screaming at him to bite into you, to drink your blood.

“(N-name)..” He stammered his warning, “Get… away from me..” He forced himself to take one more step back.

When you moved to follow him, he held his hand up to your chest. “No! Don’t come any closer! Stay where you are!” His voice was hoarse like he was having trouble breathing. “I can’t hurt you.”

“Drink, Carlos.” You stated calmly, despite your trembling. The way you were offering yourself made him sick—not because of your devotion, but because of the way it made him feel. It was arousing. Inhuman. Horrifying. And it frightened him greatly.

Carlos took one step backward, stumbling over his own feet in the process. He nearly fell but managed to catch himself with his hands. “Stay...stay there. Don’t come near me.” He commanded you.

“Drink.” You repeated. “It’ll help.” Your voice cracked while pleading. You even ripped your shirt to reveal more of your bare chest.

Carlos felt his mind splitting from the desire to drink from you, and the need to keep you safe. His self-control was dissolving. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and before he knew it he was steadily coming closer as if you were luring him in.

His hands found their way to your waist, gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling you towards him. He brought you to the edge of the counter, pressing you to his chest. His head dipped down towards your chest as he ghosted his lips over your collarbone.

His tongue swiped against your skin just once to taste you. Then, his head sunk lower to the valley between your breasts and his tongue swiped over the bleeding wound. Carlos shuddered with the intense burning sensation as your blood touched his tongue.

He let out a low mewl against your skin, “Fuck.. you taste...” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he bit into your chest, sucking deeply for more of your blood. His vision blurred with the force of the blood gushing into his mouth.

He moaned and moaned as he drank from you, closing his eyes and fondling you to give some form of comfort through the pain. You bit back your pained whimpers, raking your hands through his hair as you help his head at your chest. He needed this, needed to drown himself in you.

After the third time he swallowed, you noticed how he wedged one of his thighs between yours and ground his hardness against you.

You gasped softly and placed your hands on his back. “Carlos..” You sighed, biting your lip. You were starting to feel weak, very weak. As much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“Too… too much..” You groaned, weakly tugging him by his shirt. “Carlos.. stop..”

He groaned against you, tightening his grip on you and sucking as much as he could before reluctantly pulling off you.

With a gulp, he swiped his tongue over your nipple to collect the smeared blood and sucked your breast briefly before pulling back. He opened his eyes, licking his lips.

His eyes were dark and glazed over. “Ahh...fuck..” He huffed, his voice raw and desperate. “You’re so fucking good...” His words were slurred as if he were drunk off your blood.

Despite being dizzy from lack of blood, you pressed your thumb against his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob up and down as he swallowed. “Did that help at all…?” You asked him tenderly, trying to distract him from the hunger consuming him.

“Yeah..” Carlos nodded weakly, his head lowered as his breath came out heavy and ragged. He was still grinding himself against you, strangely igniting the desire in your core.

He closed his eyes again and breathed heavily, still holding onto you. “I’m not in my right mind..” His body trembled uncontrollably as though every nerve ending was being shot with electricity. The urge to consume you was becoming unbearable.

You glanced down at your chest, noticing that the wound was steadily healing itself. “What’s this..?” You reached down to touch it gently, afraid that it might reopen.

However, it didn’t seem to hurt anymore.

“I did that..” Carlos murmured, finally regaining his composure. He looked up into your eyes, staring into them lovingly, “I used my strength as a vampire to heal you.”

You were shocked, “Why would you do something like that?” You whispered, your brow furrowing.

“Because I need you.” He said earnestly. “I can’t live without you. Even as I live without life.”

[nytedove]

them but younger and maybe Leon finally has a break from his shitty childhood??? maybe???

[aussiepineapple1st]

Have some Valiveira and Chreon Angst/Whump.

[elliesbff]

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topics i will write for ; smut (light or heavy) , fluff , angst (light or heavy) , bdsm kinks (nothing incredibly vulgar / violent) , sensitive topics (notes will always mention them beforehand)

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[delicatebluebirdruins]

i really love the ending

there is Jill and Carlos (though we don't get to appreciate it as much) bathed in golden light

the mushroom cloud (I am curious as to how many times mushroom clouds get used to signify explosions just across the board... i vaguely recall it being used in the croods where they made popcorn by accident)

Jill having a monlogue/ thinking to herself and wanting to bring Umbrella down

honestly the direct aftermath of this is them tending to each others wounds, change of clothes, food and as much sleep as they can get before the world comes knocking again. Also a lot of talking because i need Jill talking about the spencer mansion (and she fucking tells them that the zombies aren't dead)

from how well Carlos and Jill work together in this I can imagine them both catching up with Chris and they have a mission together something happens to Carlos (between OG Nemesis and whatever is the next thing we see Jill in there is a fairly large amount of time from what I remember)

[vsurg3-c]

Don’t  Touch Them.

Featuring: Infected!Reader x Carlos Oliveira

Summary: When she is infected, she is left to turn, but when Jill and Carlos find themselves cornered, she returns, with no intention to harm them, but instead, to protect them.

“Pretty shitty way to die huh?” “Shut up, who said I’m dying?” “Only ‘I’m dying?’ so I die?” “Pretty much.” It was indeed a pretty shitty way to die, stuck in a room, a horde of undead banging on the door, the hinges breaking with each bang, they both ran out of ammo, vest damaged “Goddarn it.” Jill cursed, before falling silent, well, not so silent anyway, the banging and groaning of undead giving noise “Real nice work on losing your knives too” Jill commented which Carlos responded, “Even If I did, we’d still be dead meat.” He seems to be in deep thought as well. He was thinking about the past mission, having to leave [name] behind, a part of him hated his decision of leaving, but she was bitten, and it was her last request, so he couldn’t argue anymore, even if he wanted to bring her with him. The banging of the door gets louder, as more undead were attracted to the noise and the smell of blood from their oozing injuries, at this current situation, the choice they only have is just to accept it. The first hinge of the door broke, then the second, and the window in the room shatters, making the two jolt in surprise, and a familiar military uniform is what they see, “[name]?!” Jill exclaimed, surprised, but she was only met with a growl and a pistol being slid in front of her, Carlos couldn’t even muster up words to confirm it was her, the nametag was enough to prove it, He was snapped out of his trance as the undead poured in, and this supposed figure only dashed towards the horde, holding them off by using herself as a distraction, it was [name], but wasn’t she infected? He thought.  “Carlos hurry! She made an exit for us!” Jill shouted, climbing out the window [name] had just jumped in. Carlos looks at Jill, then at [name], her skin was one to an undead, surely she’s gone right? Jill snaps Carlos out of his thoughts once more, pulling him by his vest. “Snap out of it!” She shouted, which he quickly did, Helping Jill up to get her outside, before climbing out the window himself, turning back one last time, he meets her eyes, her [e/c] eyes were replaced with yellow, but her facial features remained due to ongoing transformation, she holds eye contact with him, and he couldn’t grasp whether if she was still there or was she gone fully. 

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But then she blinks, and then nodded, before turning back to the horde, making as much noise as she can as she drove the horde away from them. “Carlos come on!” Jill hurried, pulling him out from the window frame, and the two set off.  Despite her being infected Despite her being in pain She still remembered them and saved them once more. And Carlos thanked her silently for that.  Despite the feelings he never got to say.

Taglist;

[leonskittybunwriting]

Warnings: Dead Dove, step incest. Step father Carlos. Virginity taking. Not really non con, the reader in this scenario wanted it. IT'S just really twisted!.

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters and I don't own resident evil!

Part 1 of the series!

Also on ao3

Carlos married your mom when you were 17, he had a son and brother that moved in as well.

You and him hung out a couple of times, you got along, but you mostly kept to your room unless you were doing chores.

When you turned 19, your mother passed away and everything changed within the household.

It was more…happy sense your mother wasn't the best mom or step mom to Chris and she currently wasn't nice to uncle leon either.

She also wasn't a good wife to Carlos, of course you all still grieved her in some way, but that didn't change how she treated you and everyone else.

After she passed away you took up on the chores around the house, you added Carlos, Chris and Leon's laundry to your list.

You already cleaned, cooked and took care of them and that was before your mom passed away.

When you turned 20 that's when Carlos snuck in your room at night as his son and brother were in the living room watching TV.

You were still up reading a book wearing your glasses.

“Carlos?” You whisper softly when you see him.

Carlos climbs on the bed And says “whatever happens don't scream.”

You look at him confused but gasps when he grabs you by the ankle and yanks you down on the bed.

You let out a yelp and gaps more when he undoes his belt and you whisper “what are you doing?”

Carlos chuckles darkly and says “You've been such a good girl, you always take care of me, your step brother uncle leon. It's my turn to take care of you.”

You whimper when he tears off your underwear and wraps his hand around your throat as he roughly shoves his cock into your pussy causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure.

You put one of your hands on his wrist as he slams into you roughly causing tears to fill your eyes.

“D-dad!” You choke out.

Carlos chuckles and removes his hand from your throat and he whispers “That's right, call me daddy. Daddy will take care of you.”

You whimper and mewl a little before whispering “daddy.”

Carlos chuckles and grips your hair causing it to become messy as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

You shake as you cum cause Carlos to pull you close as he cums inside of you.

“Mmm, you're mine now.” Carlos whispers as he wipes your blood away.

“Didn't know you were a virgin, Otherwise I would have gone gentle.” Carlos mumbles as he gently strokes your head and whispers “Next time baby girl.”

You blush and nod before whispering “It felt good, though.”

“Good.” Carlos says.

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Second-chance/rekindled relationship scenario headcanons ft. the men of the Resident Evil universe!

NSFW, Angst, (eventual) Fluff

Characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy, Luis Serra, Piers Nivans

Gender: Fem! reader

CW: NSFW, arguments, miscommunications, etc.

my prompt/tags: Hate sex, second chance, jealousy

a/n: since this is made for the 3rd day of ktober, I'll only be posting one character at a time when I can. thank you to those who are being patient with me, and I promise I'll try to get them out whenever I can!!

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 (𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯)

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 (re3r)

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 (re:5) + ( re: death island)

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (re7, re8)

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚂. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢 (re2r) + (re4r) + (re: infinite darkness)

𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 (re4r)

𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚜 (re6)

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↬ “I wasn't a complete ass during our marriage. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ a date ' | i, f| coworkers!au, mutual pinning | 1.9k

↬ “Let's go out. Just the two of us. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ secret santa ' | i, f| coworkers!au, mutual pinning | 1.8k

↬ “ What do you want for secret santa? ”

↪ Carlos Oliveira ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ’ Ice skating ' | i, f| roommates!au, mutual pinning | 1.2k

↬ “I feel like i still wanna watch you fall over. ”

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others i am open to writing for ; chris, ada, claire, jill, luis

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

i’m off to work but oh how i will miss you guys

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[sanjismywhore]

The light shot diamonds from his eyes 💎

Hungry for life

And thirsty for the distant river~