#carlos oliveira x fem!reader

[jks1uv]

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

summary: lululemon is expensive but does it make your boyfriend’s pockets hurt?

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!jeon jungkook | gf!fem!reader x bf!dick grayson | gf!fem!reader x bf!jason todd | gf!fem!reader x bf!re4remake!leon kennedy | gf!fem!reader x bf!re3remake!carlos oliveira

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance + a bit of comedy.

warnings‼️: these are my personal hc’s, i am in no way claiming that this is how they act + crude language + suggestive (kissing w some touching) + WHATS ALLAT MOVEMENT BACK DERE⁉️oh that’s just reader’s bodacious bakery 😛 + lululemon’s prices 😟

random disclaimerrr: the most random thought i’ve ever had oat. so unserious lmaoo 😭 like the song came on in the car & i was like ykw hell yeah. i’m so obsessed w that whim whamie song bro omg these boys would most def put sum lulu on that butt 🤭 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

jeon jungkook

• “put some lulu on this butt. that lululemonnnn~!”

• it’s just a song lyric, you’re just singing along to it. he knows that. but he also knows those black flare leggings you have in your closet make you look so toned and snatched.

• he thinks lululemon is an amazing brand (you wear those flared leggings one time and he loses his mind).

• jungkook is so down. “let’s go.” he says suddenly.

• you pause your carplay, wanting to hear what he said. “what, babe?”

• “let’s go put some lulu on that azz, ma.” he winks suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

• “oh hell no. never say or do that again.” you’re… disturbed to say the least.

• he pouts. “but i was just thinking about getting you in a new lululemon set. i have the bucks, too.”

• you’re not a huge lululemon fan, you just bought the leggings because they were on sale for far cheaper than the original price and they just happened to be cute, comfy, and stretchy. not to mention you look good in em.

• “they’re so unreasonably expensive, though. it’s not worth it.” you shake off his generous offer but he insists.

• “it’s really no biggy. i’ll pay, babe, pleaseee?” his eyes are all big and shiny, like puppy eyes.

• “i cannot believe you’re willing to spend so much money. on lululemon of all brands.”

• your boyfriend isn’t crazy about spending money but if he likes the quality, he’s game.

• he shrugs nonchalantly. “i know but my girl deserves the best! and i’m pretty sure your closet needs some well-deserved additions, so.” he smiles and you involuntarily melt.

• that smile. that damn megawatt, ultra fine, colgate white strips smile will always make you soft for him.

• “if you say so…” you’re unsure, you feel bad.

• $118 for a zip-up jacket is in no ideal world, sane. but you know jungkook is going to buy everything you look at for more than 3 seconds. he’d buy the whole damn store for you so, you indulge him.

• what jungkook wants, jungkook gets. and if what he wants is for his girlfriend to get a lululemon set then that’s what he’ll get!

dick grayson

• it’s been 7 minutes since the last tiktok video you’ve scrolled past and the 7th time dick hears that lululemon bar.

• seven, seven he thinks.

• coincidence? maybe. but he’s sure it isn’t when you pause the video and go to what he knows is your shopping cart for the 7th time since the audio plays from your phone.

• he deeply inhales, having indulged in this game for long enough.

• “alright. let’s go.” he stands and grabs his keys, making you question his motives.

• “where are we going?” you’re genuinely confused.

• “to lululemon.” he says as a matter of fact-ly.

• you’re pleasantly surprised. “oh, okay… well, it’s not exactly a walk in the park.” you’re implying the many people who go crazy over the brand and don’t care about the price. it goes without saying that the store is also huge, which means there’s a 99% chance you’ll go in for one thing and come out with 10 other things.

• but your boyfriend just smirks and flashes his black card at you. “i know, which is why i have this.”

• the light shining off it almost makes you momentarily blind.

• “shiiit, don’t have to tell me twice!”

• dick laughs and shakes his head at your behavior but he loves this. he loves having an infinite money glitch. he loves having his money spent because it’s well-spent on you.

• you can now confidently say that 777 is your lucky number.

jason todd

• it’s your birthday and what better way to celebrate than taking a trip to the mall?

• jason’s carrying your bags, all 3 of them. he asserted that he’ll carry the bags, no matter how many or how heavy.

• you tried to argue with him but he just got in your face and tilted his head to the side as if he didn’t hear you. all while maintaining eye contact and stealthily retrieving your things.

• “you’re unbelievable.” you say it from a place of amazement and disbelief at his ability to make you silently oblige without feeling bad.

• “and you’re beautiful.” he winks.

• y’all have been at this mall for 20 minutes and their things that you needed, anyway. until you see a big orange poster plastered on the glass wall of lululemon screaming “25% OFF. BUY 1, GET 1 50% OFF!” in bold black lettering.

• your boyfriend doesn’t live under a rock, he knows what lululemon is. he also knows they’re really fucking expensive for no reason.

• but it’s the look of interest on your face that gets him. it’s the question of “wanna look inside?” that’s on the tip of your tongue.

• only for you he sighs internally.

• “you wanna go?”

• you turn head to him, your eyes wide in excitement but an underlying sense of unease.

• “but it’s so—”

• “expensive, i know. but you’re worth it.” he softly explains.

• you sigh, feeling grateful and content. “what did i do to deserve you.”

• he smiles, a light pink cloud dusting his cheeks. “regardless, you have me.”

• he presses a quick kiss to your head, taking you by the hand and leading the way.

leon kennedy (re 4 remake)

• “pretty skirt.” leon murmurs.

• you look down and notice what he means. “thank you.” you smile shyly.

• he thumbs the material, rubbing it between the pad of his thumb and index finger. “where’d you get it from?”

• “lululemon.” you murmur, feeling hyper aware of how closely you can feel his body heat.

• “lulu…lemon?” he tries. what kind of name is that? he wondered.

• you can’t help but laugh at his confusion. “yes, leon. it’s a store for athletic wear.”

• he nods, suddenly interested in this “lululemon”.

• “so, what else do they have?”

• “well, they have compression shirts and shorts, zip up jackets. they have skirts, flared and regular leggings, sports bras and tank tops. basically everything.”

• while you’re talking, leon is daydreaming of you in more of their sportswear. he’d buy you this same skirt you have on in every available color. he’d get you matching sets if possible. he’s thinking about how good you’d look in these “flared leggings” that you speak of when you call out for him.

• “leon? are you listening?”

• “hm? yeah i’m listening, babe don’t worry.” he kisses your temple to hide the giddy smile on his lips.

• his hand find your thighs and he squeezes affectionately, not so sneakily setting his palm flat on the skin just shy of the hem.

• your breath catches in your throat at the contact.

• “what’re you doing?” you whisper.

• he just smiles lazily, leaning over to kiss you.

• leon kennedy is a man of simple taste but nothing about that skirt is simple. he knows that. but for his special girl, everything is too simple or not up to your standards.

• he can tell this skirt is of high quality and is on the pricier side.

• he pulls away, leaving you breathless momentarily. “if i get you more of these lululemon outfits, will you try ‘em on for me?”

• you titter gently, not believing your boyfriend. “leon, lululemon isn’t exactly affordable.”

• he shakes his head, his hair moving like soft waves. “it is for me. i promise.”

• you give him a look that says “you really don’t have to” but he looks back and sends a message of “i want to, so let me”.

• the things you do for love.

carlos oliveira (re 3 remake)

• “okay, which one?” you’re holding up two sets; one’s a sky blue a zip up jacket and skirt and the other one’s a baby pink zip up sports bra with biker shorts.

• he squints his eyes, trying to visualize them on you but can’t. he’d rather see the real thing.

• “try ‘em on, i can’t tell this way.”

• “yeah, you’re right.” you nod.

• it takes you a few minutes to put the first fit together and when you do, you love what you see.

• you come out with a sure smile on your face.

• “what do you think?”

• carlos looks up and he’s gone. his lips part a little and a sharp breath escapes the confines of his suddenly dry mouth.

• “fuck.” he just says.

• his reaction fuels your confidence. “that good, huh?” you tease.

• “do a lil spin for me.” he gestures with an index finger making an imaginary circle and he stands up.

• you humor him. you make a slow 360, taking your time on rotating your body.

• meanwhile he’s eating it up. carlos lives to see you in your element, to know you’re feeling yourself. it’s a turn on.

• when you finally face him, he’s all but there. he’s spacing out and you know it.

• “you can’t be serious right now.” you chuckle lightly.

• he smiles and looks down, raising his hands up in surrender. “i’m sorry you just look so good.”

• you look down and admire yourself. “that i do.”

• he walks you back into the dressing room, you tumble back but his hand on your back catches you.

• “what are you doing!” you whisper yell.

• the hellish smirk on his face tells you exactly what he’s planning on doing but really? in a dressing room?

• y’all are the only two back there, surprisingly, but still.

• “we are not fucking in here.” you deadpan as he locks the door.

• carlos thinks that’s funny. he laughs. “relax, sweetheart. we’re not doin’ none of that.”

• so he agrees.

• carlos backs you up against the mirror and cages you in. he zips down your jacket tantalizingly slow.

• “i just want a private a fashion show.” he mutters next to your ear, kissing the skin under your lobe.

• your breath catches. you ground yourself by gripping his bicep.

• “you gonna give it to me?” the double entendre doesn’t go unheard but you digress.

“yes.” you sigh as he kisses you fervently, reeling you into his warmth.

• chop chop babe, GQ awaits your arrival!

[rafairenlvr]

A Sloppy First With Carlos?

Pairings: Carlos Oliveira x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

SMUT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The orgasm. Carlos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thepunkranger]

Resident Evil Men: Would They Let You Peg Them?

(18+ only. Shared from my Reddit because Tumblr deserves these headcanons too)

Chris Redfield: No. Chris strikes me as a stone top. Even if he were to agree to bottoming, I doubt it would involve anything going inside of him.

Albert Wesker: 100% no. Might just disintegrate you for even thinking of asking. Despite his leather daddy aesthetic, I think actual penetrative sex with Wesker would be missionary and nothing more.

Billy Coen: Yes. Owns multiple Bad Dragon toys and can take them all. Has lost his taste for the Cuttlefish after the mansion incident, though.

Leon S. Kennedy: 100% yes. Might even buy you the strap-on for it. Super into it. Secretly likes it even more than traditional PiV sex, but you didn’t hear it from him.

Carlos Oliveira: Yes, but he takes a bit of warming up. Didn’t even realize it was an option until he saw a harness at a sex shop. Winds up absolutely loving it, though.

Luis Serra Navarro: 100% yes. Is already bent over for it. Did you want the J Lube or the Gun Oil this time?

Piers Nivans: Yes, but he’s super shy about it. Can’t even handle you mentioning it while out of the house. Also gets super flustered when you grab his ass.

Jake Muller: Surprisingly yes, and is a size queen about it. Will boast that he can take the gaper toys and actually can. If he doesn’t have a belly bulge he doesn’t want it.

Ethan Winters: Yes, but it takes a while. Starts out super uncomfortable with the idea of having anything “up there” but eventually gets curious enough to try. Winds up loving it for the intimacy.

Karl Heisenberg: Yes. Brings it up first and winds up basically heckling you the entire time. Probably makes increasingly improbable dildos out of metal as well.

[navstuffs]

Your (ex)boyfriend's neighbor

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-x-

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

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

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

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

Today is different.

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

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

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

"I see you found Cascão's picture."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-x-

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

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

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

"I want you, Carlos. Always had."

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

This is much better than any fantasy he had.

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

"As you wish."

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

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

He needs to have you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh, staring into his attentive eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good."

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

[leonskittybunwriting]

Plot: Carlos Is a werewolf and has a scent kink

Warnings: scent kink, werewolf Carlos. Chubby female reader. Smut and fluff. Very OOC.

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

Carlos whines softly as he wraps his arms around her chubby, curvy, soft body and pushes up against her body as he takes in a deep breath of her scent.

“Baby!” She whines softly and Carlos growls softly and he asks “I can smell your arousal just from your neck baby.”

He kisses down her and kisses her butt cheek before having her lay down her body and opens her legs.

He kisses her chubby ankle before kissing down her leg, down her thick inner thigh before licking at her cunt as his nose pressed against her nub.

Carlos eats her out for hours, sometimes he just keeps his tongue inside of her making a mess on the bed.

He just keeps eating her out until she's whimpering and pushing his head away from overstimulating her.

Carlos would pull away but not before kissing her nub and crawling on top of her and slipping his cock inside her before she falls asleep and he falls asleep on top of her because werewolves like to sleep on top of their mates for protection.

[inkievoid]

Resident Evil

Pink = Request

Carlos Oliveira

[N/A]

Chris Redfield

[N/A]

Jill Valentine

[N/A]

Leon S. Kennedy

💋 | Dad Bods are Hot

🐕‍🦺 | Service Hybrid Leon

💉 | Hunting to Infect

🇫🇷 | Running in the City of Lights

📷 | The Camera Loves You

🎨 | He's Your Muse

💃 | Saloon Dancer

🐎 | Horseback Riding in the Countryside

🐱 | Sheriff Kitty Leon

🗡️ | Protector of a Princess

🐑 | Boutique Owner x Cowboy Leon

🤬 | Shitty Boyfriend

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 | White Pickett Fences

🩰 | Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

🦢 | The Beauty of the Lake

🐴 | Horse Girl x Cowboy Leon

💡 | Taking Care of a Lamp Addict

✍��� | Practicing Tattoo Artist

[marzylics]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rockstarrat]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

—disclaimer, banners not mine

THE LAST OF US PART I & II

RESIDENT EVIL

FAR CRY

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

GROCERY STORE ( oneshot )

(CARLOS OLIVEIRA x MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 294

⋆★ warnings : fast paced, no format sorry😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ndisalover]

RESIDENT EVIL

"welcome to racoon city..."

leon kennedy

>fics- cumbersome pasts

>oneshots

>headcannons

ada wong

>fics

>oneshots - forbidden forever

>headcannons

carlos oliveira

>fics

>oneshots

>headcannons

[jks1uv]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 ; re 3 remake carlos oliveira | one-shot |

summary: you just wanna spend some quality time with your man.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!carlos oliveira.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance.

warnings‼️: suggestive but still sfw + angst if you squint hard enough + carlos drops an f bomb + making out + kissing + showing affection through tonguing + more kissing.

word count: 1,188.

random disclaimerrr: LOOK AT THE ARMS, THAT DANGEROUS ASS FACE-CARD, THE HAIR, THE BUILD, THE ARMS. THE EYES, THE NOSE, THE LIPS, THE ARMS, THE VOICE, THE HANDS, THE BEARD⁉️i’ve never been a facial hair girl but that bearrrd 😝 carlos oliveira if u can hear me, carlos oliveira if u can hear me pls pls pls save me. pls wife me up carlos oliveira pls. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

Your boyfriend is sat on the couch, his back bent forward to tie his boots.

You’re in the kitchen, staring at the back of the couch as you contemplate the next action.

You also wonder if you’re being selfish.

Is it really selfish to ask for some quality time, though? Is it selfish to seize these couple of minutes?

The other part of you comes out and asks you to see the bigger picture. She makes you understand the difference between want and need.

Finally, you come to a conclusion; you think not.

He hears you come up behind him but he doesn’t expect you to wrap your arms around his neck and slightly pull back, causing him to lean back and rest on the couch.

You press a faint kiss to the side of his head and it lingers. You feel him relax a bit and smirk in victory.

A little does go a long way.

You’re near his ear, your nose trailing a path from his jaw to his cheek.

“Y/n.” He warns.

“Come on,” You press. “When’s the last time we took the advantage of some alone time?”

Carlos knows he shouldn’t listen to you. He knows he shouldn’t let your pretty face and lovely voice influence his ability to make decisions for himself.

Carlos has a job to do but what good is he if he’s not even on time?

He sighs deeply, a hand comes up to grab a fistful of your hair and you relent for the time being.

“I gotta go to work, babe.” He sounds apologetic and you almost feel bad for doing this. Almost.

He moves his face to the side and grants you a kiss to your lips; something he always does before he leaves for work and when he comes back.

But you can’t help this insatiable feeling. You want more.

Both hands hold his head in place as you make the kiss last longer. You hear him sharply inhale and he pulls away.

“Y/n-”

You move fast. You come around and plant your body on his lap, your lips slot against his once more. His hands grip your hips and they squeeze.

You don’t know if it’s a warning but you don’t care. You’ve gone far too long without him and you’d be damned if you didn’t get your way this time.

He sighs as you lick into his mouth, your fingers curl into his hair and he grunts at the feeling.

You can’t help but feel egotistical. You’re the only one who makes him feel this way, the only way to see him weak for you.

He’s a 6 foot tall (6’2 with his boots on), 200 pound Brazilian Hercules of pure muscle. He’s a member of the UBCS (Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service) special-ops unit.

Yet you’ve got him wrapped tight around your finger.

You smile as he finds his resolve and breaks away again.

He’s a tough cookie but he’ll crack.

“Listen to me.” He pants.

“Mhm.”

You see how dazed he looks, his soft lips are a bit apart, his cheeks tinged a very light red. His dark chocolate coated eyes have an almost desperate glaze to them.

Why is everything an “almost” today?

“You know I love you,” He licks his lips and damn near groans at the taste of your watermelon flavored lip balm.

“I do.”

“And I love kissing you,”

Your eyebrows raise at his declaration. You’re delighted, however repeated it may be.

“You’ve said that before.”

“But I have to go now.”

You roll your eyes and deeply exhale. “You’ve said that already, too.”

Carlos can’t help but tilt his head and stare at you with that small frown on your face.

If it were any other situation, he’d think you’re adorable but right now you’re unfair.

He’d do anything you’d ask, without question but why was this the one thing you couldn’t compromise?

“It’s not fair.” You voice your thought out loud.

Both of his eyebrows raise as well. “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

And so you do.

“Umbrella gets to have you for as long as she wants but the one time I have you, I can’t have you for as long as I want.”

“She?” He’s amused and doesn’t hide it.

Jealousy isn’t a resident in your home but when she does come knocking, you’re too stubborn to make her go away. Thankfully, Carlos isn’t.

He lowers his chin to meet your gaze and you reluctantly give in.

“It’s always you I think about when I’m away and it’ll always be you. You’re my main baby, she’s the side.”

This makes you crack a smile and you shake your head at his lame joke.

“But I wanna be the main and the side.”

“Don’t be greedy.” He chuckles.

“Can’t help it.” You mumble as you lean in and kiss his neck.

He groans again and you know he’s not going to make it.

“I thought we were getting somewhere.”

“We are.” You reply, hopeful. “Back in bed. Where you belong.”

Your kisses trail from his neck to his jawline and it’s tantalizingly slow.

You want to break his will, tempt him to call it in and take a sick day. It’s wicked but if that’s who you’re going to become for your heart then so be it.

One day will suffice and that’s all you really want.

“I won’t be too greedy after. Promise.” You reason.

You can hear the gears twisting in his mind, an internal struggle between where his loyalty lies. It’s not even a question as his loyalty to you trumps everything.

Besides, it’s just one day.

“Fuck it.” He groans.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls you away before setting some ground rules.

“Just this once.”

You beam. “Whatever you say.”

He surges forward with a new approach, a thrill in his veins.

His mouth is hot on your neck and he’s doing everything at once. Biting, licking, kissing.

It’s overwhelming but not enough.

You’re smiling and can’t believe you did it.

He kisses your collarbone and grabs at your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

“We’ve got all day.” You chuckle airily.

He mindlessly grunts and adds on to the masterpiece of his artwork that is you.

You scrunch up his hair and feel his lips brush against your throat as he finds your lips. The wet and hot muscle of his tongue finds yours and you squeal at the feeling.

You don’t know how you’d gone so long without this.

He stands up and holds your thighs to his torso, leading you back to the bedroom.

“I love you.” You breathe.

He finds your eyes and as cheesy as it sounds, if possible, he’d work from home to see this look on your face.

“I never had a chance, did I?”

Carlos knew he’d lost the second you asked how long it’d been since he had time for you. It definitely paid to see how badly you craved him, though.

That cheeky, little rascal.

“Nope!” You exclaim, very pleased with his easy acceptance of defeat.

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 3 Remake

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

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

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

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

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

•••

Nicholai was a very calculated man.

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

That was until she figured out another thing about him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you working for?"

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

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

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

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

You'll pay, huh?

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

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

Respect on the other hand...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did she?

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

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

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

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

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

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

One meter - it looked like pure betrayal.

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

"Yeah?"

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

"Go on a vacation after this!"

"You'll come with me, right?"

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

She smiled at her friend.

Two meters.

"Go somewhere calm and sunny."

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

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

"What--"

Two and a half meters. She jumped.

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

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

She landed perfectly with a small, quiet puff.

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

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

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

Nicholai chuckeled, he understood the reference.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rafairenlvr]

MASTERLIST

( x ) = SMUT

( ෆ ) = SOME FLUFF & SMUT

( f ) = FLUFF

( a ) = ANGST

RESIDENT EVIL :

Trance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Lakeside Romance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Late Mornings — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Into The Night — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Well Rested Workout — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Egg Hunting Proposal — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Stormy Days — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Restless Comfort — Leon Kennedy ( a + f )

Needy Princess — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

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

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

A Sloppy First — Carlos Oliveira ( x )

Lustful Sweetness — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Fucked in a dressing room — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

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

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

Woman In Uniform — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Jill Valentine x F!Reader HCS — ( x )

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

THE LAST OF US :

Head Over Pussy — Ellie Williams ( x )

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

Moonlight Beauty — Ellie Williams ( x )

Heaven N` Back — Ellie Williams ( x )

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

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

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

VALORANT :

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

How they react to their short & shy s/o — Jett, Viper, and Reyna x F!Reader ( ෆ )

GENSHIN IMPACT :

Special Treatment — Zhongli x Fem! Reader ( x )

DRABBLES/THIRSTS :

Riding Him Until He Moans — ( x )

Anniversary With Ada Wong — ( x )

Overstimulating Him (Ft. Sub BF!) — ( x )

[dollfacefantasy]

WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE?

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield x carlos oliveira

summary: at a halloween party, you and your boyfriend play out a little fantasy with chris and carlos.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, anal, blowjobs, face fucking, foursome, cnc, praise/degradation, intoxication/alcohol, pre-planned roleplay scenario

wc: 4.2k

a/n: it's a little messy but i hope you guys like this one. it's set in an au where re characters are allowed to experience happiness <3 anyways comments, reblogs, and asks are always appreciated.

kinktober slot: day 26 - cnc

Holding Leon's hand tight in your own, you drag him along the cement pathway leading to Rebecca and Billy's front door. Their yard is decked out like it is every year you've been to one of these things. Cobwebs sprawl across the arch ways while purple and orange lights glow in each window. Skeletons hang by the doorway and loud music thumps from inside.

Pushing open the mahogany surface, you stretch your free arm above your head and announce your presence.

Rebecca who's standing near the entryway hears the call of your voice and turns to greet you. A smile spreads across her lips as she takes in you and Leon together.

"There you two are. I was starting to wonder if you couldn't make it this year," she says.

"Pfft. Please, the year we miss one of your parties is the year Leon's horrible driving has taken us out on the way here," you joke, earning chuckles from her and Billy who's come up from behind her.

Leon, in contrast to them, shakes his head before wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him. 

"Don't encourage her," he tells them with a suppressed smile.

Rebecca playfully rolls her eyes and waves him off. The song switches in the background, going from something low and quick to the slower melody of Eyes Without a Face.

"Really though, it's great to see you both. You guys look great," she praises.

"Thank you," you beam at the compliment, smoothing out the blood-spattered, white dress that covered your figure. Glancing up at Leon, you pull his Jason mask down over his features so that the looks are complete. 

"You and Billy look super cute too," you continue as your eyes scan over their simple matching doctor and nurse outfits, Rebecca being the one in the doctor's white coat and the tall man behind her in the little hat with the red cross on it.

She thanks you in return, and the two of you chatter on while you migrate into the living room to join the rest of the party. The usual crowd spans across the main part of the house, from the couches near the fireplace to the bar set up in the kitchen. While you yourself are not a government employee, you'd become friends with almost everyone here who is over the course of your relationship with Leon.

You prance over to Claire and Jill sitting on the sofa first, giving the younger woman a big hug over her shoulders from behind before reaching for Jill and bringing her in too. Claire returns the embrace by covering your forearm with her palm while Jill pats your bicep in acknowledgement.

You take in their costumes too. Claire has ditched her red jacket for the night and instead dons a black sweater with bat wings attached to the back. Jill, on the other hand, looks like she just got off of work, but you suppose soldier could technically be a costume.

"How are you guys? Oh my gosh, Jill it's been so long since I last saw you," you gush.

They give the usual small talk responses, checking in on you as well. Their eyes flit to Leon a few feet behind you with brief waves.

"Have you been keeping him in line?" Claire teases with a smile.

You nod proudly and lean back, wrapping your hands around his arm. "You know it," you chirp.

The small group of you banter back and forth for a while, catching up, talking about plans for the future. Even though these are Leon's friends, you're often much more talkative with them than he is. It's an arrangement that works for you both. You never mind taking the weight of socialization off his shoulders.

After the conversation with Claire and Jill runs its course, the two of you head to the bar. Your hips sway to the pulsing of the music playing while Leon rests a hand on the curve of your side. You and him traverse through the gathering of less familiar faces, friends of friends or newbies you hadn't acquainted yourself with yet. When you reach a clear area on-looking the kitchen, you immediately spot Chris leaning against the wall with a drink in hand. A generic wolf mask sits next to him on the counter, the costume he'd already abandoned.

You dart over to him with a smile on your face, ready to hug him as soon as you're close enough. He startles a little from the sudden contact against his chest, but once he sees it's you, your happiness infects him and softens the look in his eyes. His large palm lands on your back, giving you a few small pats.

"Hey you," he says.

"Hey yourself," you respond and pull back.

He nods at Leon and looks between the two of you.

"Cute costume. You supposed to be Leon's helpless victim?" he teases.

"Mhm," you hum with a nod.

You're about to say something else, but the man in the kitchen who'd been making a drink with his back towards you turns around.

"Carlos?" you say when you catch sight of his face, your smile morphing into a grin.

He wears a similar expression and rounds the counter to be closer. You spring against him with more enthusiasm than you had for Chris, and he returns the sentiment with a crushing grip.

"Oh my god, I didn't know you were gonna be here!" you say.

You hadn't seen Carlos in a while, longer than you hadn't seen Jill. He only came to these things when he was in the area, which wasn't all too often these days. Leon wasn't the closest with him either, but you always thought he was so fun. He was outgoing and funny, charismatic with the perfect level of charm. Plus, it didn't hurt that he looked like a god. To put it in simple terms, you had a little crush on him. Nothing too serious but definitely enough to trigger involuntary butterflies in your stomach when you saw him.

"I think Leon wanted it to be a surprise," he says with a little smirk.

You glance at your boyfriend. He nods at you with a knowing look, still watching you in the other man's arms.

Even without words you know what it means. While your touchy behavior would have been an absolute no with any of your past partners, Leon didn't share that same possessive outlook on the matter. He enjoyed watching you be all over others only to be the one that got to take you home. He liked when his friends like Chris or Carlos lusted over you, trying to cop a feel during a hug or speaking as if you're available for the taking. It just prodded at some primal part of his brain that he didn't have control over. None of it ever upsets him. He doesn't get jealous, he gets horny.

That aspect of his personality was why Carlos's appearance was a surprise for you. Tonight after the party, you and your boyfriend had already made plans with Chris, but obviously now, Carlos was going to be involved too, and that was more than ok with you.

You press your cheek to his chest and tighten your arms that are already wrapped around him.

"You look so good. You totally need to visit more often," you say to the bulky man against you.

He chuckles, giving you another small squeeze in return. "For you, I would," he teases, his hand grazing over your ass as he lets you go.

A giggle trickles from your lips, and you follow him back around the counter to the main part of the kitchen. From here, you get a good look at his body. He's muscular as ever, his tight white shirt only accentuating that mass. In your excitement, you hadn't noticed his costume which was similar to yours. White fabric with red dye flicked across it. Only he had some face make up too. You guessed a zombie or something in that vein.

He catches your stare. "You really missed me, huh?" he asks teasingly.

"Of course I did," you say, "Now are you gonna pour me a drink, or do I have to do it myself?"

He laughs and grabs a few nearby bottles, pouring a mix into a black cup for you. Passing it into your hands, he watches you take the first drink.

Things would only get better from there.

Over the next few hours, you get yourself buzzed. You gulp down each drink you're handed with joy. The smile gracing your features grows hazy, your eyes become cloudy and your voice gets extra giggly.

Suddenly, you're super touchy. Your hand lands on the forearm of whoever you're speaking too. Sometimes it trails up a bit, teasing the bicep of the person. You bite your lip more and nod emphatically at points that probably don't deserve it. Leon keeps an eye on you, but so do Carlos and Chris.

After a while, you migrate over to the open area closer to the speakers. You dance to the blaring music, your body bobbing around to the pulsating beats. Even though Leon had never been one for dancing, he holds your hips and grinds up against you from behind. You feel his breaths on your neck and the tip of his nose brushing your jawline.

The song switches over to something with more guitar rather than synth, and a firm set of fingers wraps around your wrist. The mysterious force tugs you to them, but becomes a lot less confusing when you look up and see Carlos smiling down at you.

"Mind if I cut in for a second, Kennedy?" he asks.

Like he's supposed to, Leon stares him down before tersely shaking his head. This was all part of the game of course. Everyone had to play their part to earn the high score with you.

You giggle and lean into him, your head resting against the plush muscles in his chest. He starts swaying the two of you to the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon move to the wall where Chris is standing. Carlos keeps you focused though, grabbing your chin and turning you back towards him.

He guides your movements. His hips roll against yours in deep motions. One of his muscular arms is wrapped around your back while the other sits in the position to hold your ass. Both feel so good, like live wires resting against your skin.

You dance with him. Your arms rise up and drape around his neck. You follow his movements, letting him take you through the sequence with ease. it makes your head spin. Not only the thrill of being with someone else, but the feeling of your boyfriend watching on.

All the excitement swirling with the liquor leaves you feeling kind of dizzy as the song ends. You stumble back from Carlos. He reaches for you, trying to make sure you stay up right and don't go crashing down on your ass in front of everyone. That isn't part of the plan.

"'m fine," you say, "Just gotta go to the bathroom real quick."

Waltzing away, you snake around the furniture without any grace and make your way to the hall that leads to the rest of Billy and Rebecca's home. You find the door to the bathroom easily, but opening it doesn't come with the same lack of difficulty.

Before you can process what's happening, someone is right behind you. Your hand rests on the cool knob. A little shudder goes through you at the feeling of the weight against your back.

"Are you sure you're ok, princess? You look a little wobbly," rasps Carlos directly into your ear.

"I'm fine," you say again, this time with a little more whine in your voice.

"I don't know... you look like you're barely standing on your own," he murmurs in your ear, "I think your boyfriend would want me to look after you."

His hands slide around on your waist. They coast up over your ribs to cup your breasts through your dress. You pant at the touch, your skin breaking out into chills.

"No... I don't, 'm fine. I'll be right back..." you say. Your voice sounds airy and distant. The movement of your hands match as they fruitlessly try to push his hands down.

He chuckles, the deep timbre of his voice rumbling beside your head. Pulling you backwards, his back lands against the wall and your body presses into him. His arms close around you in a tighter circle.

"Cute girl like you... I just don't think you should be left alone," he teases.

You whimper and squirm your hips, pushing them back against his pelvis. He lets out a soft groan at the sensation and keeps you right there.

"Look at you, just asking for someone to take advantage," he whispers.

You're about to turn your head to look up at him, but before you can, a new set of fingers nudges your chin upward in their owner's direction. Chris stares into your eyes, smirking at how helpless you look.

"He's right, sweetheart," he chides, "You're lucky you have us watching out for you."

His voice is husky as he leans closer. You can feel his breath fanning over your face.

"The way you were prancing around out there, showing yourself off in your little dress... anyone could've followed you back here. And who could blame them? Who wouldn't want a taste?" he continues.

His fingers skim your thighs and ghost over the space below the white hem. They toy with the fabric, teasing the idea that they'll peel it upwards to reveal the lacy panties you wear underneath.

Another pathetic noise trickles from your lips because you want him to. God, you want him to. You'd let them both ravish you right there in the middle of the hall. One holding you in his strong arms while the other pumped his dick in and out of your slick cunt.

Carlos noses at your jaw. His lips graze over your pulse point while his hands grope your breasts with more intent. There would be no mistaking his touches as accidental now. He grabs at them through your dress, pinching at your hardening nipples over the barrier.

You rock your ass back against him again. "Guys... we can't..." you babble as heat floods your body.

"Why not, princess?" Chris asks. He presses his front against your thigh, letting you feel his swelling bulge.

Your legs squirm and drift together. You try to squeeze your thighs for some friction, but he knocks them back apart with one of his knees.

"Leon... I'm with Leon," you breathe, doe eyes looking up at him with all the desire in the world.

"Oh, Leon, huh?" Carlos croons, "Would Leon have a problem with the way you’re rubbing up on me? With the way your pussy is dripping for Chris."

You whine and bite your lip before speaking. "It's not," you whimper.

"It is, baby," he says. One of his hands starts to slither South. "You're telling me that if I slipped my fingers under your dress and into those pretty panties, that I wouldn't feel you completely soaked for us? Is that what you're saying?"

Before you can defend yourself further, someone clears their throat from the end of the hall.

All of your heads snap in that direction to find Leon standing there, stiff as a board. He has his arms crossed; though, almost immediately they shift to rest on his hips. He looks like a disapproving parent staring at the three of you with disapproval all over his features.

Still, his harsh expression doesn't conceal the outline of his stiff cock in his pants.

"I don't think that's appropriate, guys," he says, "Feeling up on my girlfriend while she's telling you she has me?"

"It's not like that, Leon. We're watching out for her. Making sure she doesn't get into trouble. We're doing you a favor," Carlos grins. His hands drop from your breasts to your waist, but he makes sure to give the area a squeeze to let you know he's not done.

"Mhm. You know how she gets when she's been drinking," Chris says to him.

"I mean look. She may be saying no, but her body was just about begging for us," Carlos adds.

Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgement and watches with the same unyielding eyes. "Still don't think this is the place to deal with it," he says.

They both huff out laughs. "Probably not," Chris agrees.

"Some privacy would be best," Carlos continues.

You stand there, trying not to squirm as they talk like you're not even there. None of them look at you nor directly address you. The conversation is between them, deciding your fate. You just wait to be handed your sentence.

"Maybe we should head back to our place. Make sure the booze didn't get to her too much," Leon proposes, as if it was entirely his idea he thought of in the moment.

"Sounds good to me," Carlos says, patting your hip before boosting you forward.

"Same here," Chris grins.

You stumble over to your boyfriend who takes you under his arm. He looks down at you as if he's disappointed, though you can see the desire in his eyes. The two of you snake back through the hall and toward the front door.

"Were they bothering you, sweetheart?" he asks like he's truly concerned.

"Mhm," you hum and nod against his chest.

Your pair keeps walking, waving at Rebecca and Billy and giving them brief thank you's before walking back outside into the brisk October air.

Like you planned Chris and Carlos wait a little before following your path. None of you wanted to make it too obvious what you had planned for the rest of the night.

Each of you makes it back to your and Leon's house in record time it seems. He drives you and himself while the other two trail on their own. They enter through your front door only a few minutes after you and your boyfriend settle on the couch.

After that feels like a blur. There's hands all over you. They pass you around from one lap to the other. Your clothes fall to the floor piece by piece until you're left bare. They talk but rarely to you.  The voices and touches all swirl together in one big mess until the three of you land in a collective position.

Leon looms above you, his piercing eyes locked onto your face. His hips roll against your center. He pumps his cock deep between your soaked velvety walls with each precise thrust. His hands cradle the back of your thighs, keeping them spread apart so that you can't shut him out. He grins down at you.

"You might think it's too much, baby, but she clearly doesn't," he teases, "So, so wet."

"I'm not even in your pussy, and I can feel that. Such a messy girl," the voice behind you says.

Chris sits below you. His warm bulky thighs support the parts of you Leon's hands can't. Your back rests against his chest while his strong hands play with your nipples. His dick is buried snug inside your ass. He's not moving, thank god. The stretch is enough to nearly reduce you to tears.

"She's messy up top too," the man above you adds with a grin, his thumb swiping away some spit that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth.

Carlos had your head between his palms. He kept a firm grip on you as leverage to rock his hips, sliding his length into the plush wetness of your throat. Deep groans and sighs leak from his mouth as his head falls back.

You whine around the girth of his shaft, but you can't squirm. There's so much going on. Even though you're in a relatively simple position, it feels as though you're tangled up with the three men surrounding you.

"No backing out now, baby. This is what you wanted," Leon taunts as he thrusts.

"Such a little slut. Your boyfriend isn't enough for you, huh?" Chris teases, nipping at the shell of your ear.

You whine louder around Carlos as he fucks your face, but he takes no mercy. He doesn't slide out to let you defend yourself. He slides as deep as he can, nestling your nose against the thick dark hair that curls above the base of his cock.

"Sounds like a yeah to me," he chuckles.

A soft gagging noise echoes from your throat and your eyes water. He holds his position for a few seconds longer before pulling back to give you a few moments to breathe. You gasp in a few breaths. Your head spins with the return of sufficient oxygen. But you still feel hazy from the two cocks inside you, one unmoving and keeping you constantly full, the other rocking back and forth, striking every little spot inside you.

"Leon," you cry. Your head falls back on Chris's shoulder, "Too much."

He smirks at your repeated protest and keeps going. "Nope. You can handle it, babydoll. You wanted to play with other guys, so I'm letting you."

Chris's fingers rub at your clit, causing you to tighten up around Leon. He hisses from above, but it only makes him move faster. The harder thrusts rock you on Chris's length. He grunts from the added stimulation and keeps the rough pads of his digits twirling around your sensitive little nub.

"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax and take it," he mutters in your ear.

Carlos strokes your cheek while jerking his cock right in front of your face. You watch as precum pearls at the tip, dripping from the slit in sticky beads.

"Fuck... you're pretty, so fucking cute," he mumbles from above you.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The urge to squirm becomes more pronounced. Your clit throbs under Chris's tender fingers while your walls clamp down on your boyfriend.

"Wanna cum," you whimper desperately.

"What happened to too much? Thought you said no more?" Carlos mocks.

"Don't care. Just wanna cum now," you cry. Your lip juts out into a quivering pout as you feel the pleasure growing more intense and spreading from between your legs all throughout your body. Tears dew at your waterline, making your lashes shimmer.

"Again? So greedy," Chris tuts from behind.

But in front, Leon nods with self-satisfaction all across his face. "You can cum, angel. Go ahead. Just know it won't be the last one."

You whine at the idea. You wanted release so bad, but you were already so overstimulated. It's not like you had any control over it though. You were climbing to the peak fast, and there was no way of going back down. Watching Carlos stroke himself to the sight of you getting your insides rearranged had your tummy fluttering with the urge to let go.

You try to hold it. Try to prolong it a bit more so that they're closer and cum with you. But at a certain point, you can't hold back anymore. Your back arches off of Chris's chest, and your whines fill the air. You shudder in his arms, quivering between him and Leon. Release crashes over you, wave after wave. It feels like the euphoria will never end when Leon finally groans and bursts inside you.

His cum floods your insides, filling you up just how you need it. He tilts his head back and sighs as the feeling seeps into him. As you're feeling the added effects from his high, Carlos reaches his. He moans nice and loud before painting your face with white streaks. The warm sticky liquid lands on you in patternless blotches.

You whimper but not in protest. It was what you wanted. The only thing that would make it better is Chris filling up your other hole too, but he stays hard and still, not giving in just yet.

Your boyfriend comes to a halt with his thrusts and slowly pulls out. Some of his cum leaks out as his length leaves your cunt. You whine at the empty feeling.

"Hush," he murmurs as he steps back. He catches his breath from a distance, but he knows none of you are done. Even with him and Carlos temporarily spent, they'd get it back up soon enough. "So needy. You still got one of us inside you, and you're complaining."

"Easy thing to do is to just give her what she wants again," Carlos says, "You and I could switch since Redfield seems comfortable."

Your boyfriend nods, looking between you and the other man.

"Sound good, baby?" he asks as if you actually get a say, "Carlos will put another load in your pussy, and I'll let you actually swallow mine this time around."

Even though your cunt aches with all the pleasure it's endured and your jaw feels sore from taking a dick in your mouth for the last however long... you nod. Despite what you said, you hadn't had enough. You really didn't know if you ever would.

[leonskittybunwriting]

Foursome ft. Leon and Chris.

Plot: Carlos blind folds you and brings in his two best friends: Leon and Chris because they both have been in love with you. 

Warnings: surprise foursome! Free use for Leon and Chris. The reader had consented, but she just didn't know when Carlos would bring the two in. 

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

Also on ao3! My Ao3 username is: loving_leon26 and this oneshot would be posted in the book called Carlos Oliveira Works.

Carlos keeps his finger to his mouth as he, Leon and Chris walk into the bedroom. 

Carlos shuts the door behind him and motions the two of them to go sit down before stripping and going over to his girlfriend: Y/N who he has been dating for many years.

“Hey baby, how are you doing?” Carlos asks softly as he opens her legs and keeps them open by hooking them up to the straps that hang from the ceiling. 

Y/N bites her nervously and softly “I've never been blind folded before baby So I'm kinda nervous.” 

Carlos hums softly and he whispers softly “I got you baby.” He gently puts his large hand on her fat pelvis before gently rubbing his thumb against her nub as he lets out a low hum when he sees her get wet. 

“Look at you baby, already gushing for me.” Carlos says deeply, his voice becoming hoarse slightly. 

Y/N bites her lip and she whispers “it feels so good.” Carlos smiles and says “yes it does baby.” 

Carlos pulls back and steps off the bed and waves over Leon whose cock already rock solid and free from his pants and he walks over to him and whispers in Leon's ear “Go slow, she can't find out about you two until after my round with her.” 

Leon nods and climbs onto the bed and he hovers over her before gently sliding his cock inside of her, he watches her moan and bites her lip. 

Carlos goes and sits down quietly where Leon sat and watches Leon to start thrusting, he only let out a few grunts here and there which was good because Carlos told them that he wasn't very vocal in bed and if they were they would need to work on it. 

Carlos watches as Leon starts to kiss her neck as he starts to pick up speed sense he is close to cumming, just as Leon was about to cum he pulls out and cums on her stomach. 

Carlos gets up and walks over to Leon and hands him a damp cloth so he clean his cum off of her.

“Are you ready for a second round baby?” Carlos asks Y/N who was panting, and very sweaty. 

“Y-yeah baby, next time can you go a bit harder?” Y/N says softly. 

“Of course baby.” Carlos says as he motions Leon to go take a shower downstairs and Leon quickly and very quietly left the bedroom and went downstairs. 

Carlos goes over to the radio and puts a CD in and turns the radio up slightly. 

It was a song about sex. 

Carlos goes back over to Y/N and gently kisses her lips as he motions Chris to come over who does rather quickly and gets onto the bed and instead of Leon slipping in slowly, Chris just shoves himself inside of her which causes her to whimper and moan against Carlos lips. 

Carlos pulls back from Y/N's lip and he whispers to her “You like that baby?” Y/N whimpers and nods biting her lip. 

Carlos looks over at Chris and nods before pulling away completely from Y/N as Chris leans down and slams his lips against Y/N's who moans into Chris's lips as he starts just pounding inside of her hard and fast. 

Carlos watches as Y/N whimpers and moans loudly and wraps her arms around Chris's shoulders and cries out in pleasure from how rough Chris was being. 

Carlos could hear how wet she was and the skin slapping against each other. 

It didn't take for Chris to cum  and he did he pulls out and cums of her inner thigh and Carlos hands him another damp cloth and watches him wipe away his cum from her thigh. 

Once Chris got off the bed, Carlos motions to the door so he too can go take a shower downstairs and Chris leaves stiffly and quietly.  

Carlos gets on top of the bed and between Y/N’s legs and he pants softly, he was sweating as well from watching his love get pounded by his best friends.  

“You ready to go another round baby?” Carlos asks as he leans down and licks at her nipples and kisses the valley of her large breast.  

“Yeah baby.” Y/N whispers and she moves her body down some and Carlos asks “You alright baby?” 

Y/N smiles and she whispers “My lower back hurts. Can you put the pillow under my back?” 

Carlos quickly grabs his pillow from beside Y/N's head and gently lifts her lower body and slides the pillow under her and laids her back down on the pillow. 

“Better?” Carlos asks softly. 

Y/N nods and Carlos smiles at that before sliding his cock inside of her, she was so soaked and used that Carlos loved it. 

He knew he wasn't going to last long. He thrusts into and out of her hard and fast, he watches her breast bounce with each thrust, he lets out a few grunts and moans as he leans down pressing his body fully against hers and holds her close as he starts pounding into her hard and fast, like jack rabbit speed which cause her to scream a little and wrap her arms around him and grip his hair. 

He watches and feels her cum around his cock hard, before he slams into her cums hard, he stays inside of her for a few minutes before pulling out and he leans back and watches his cum leak out of her and smirks. 

he unhooks her from the straps from the ceiling and takes off her blind fold and asks “How was it baby?” 

Y/N looks at him with a blush and she whispers softly “that was amazing baby, I loved it.” 

Carlos smiles and leans down and gently kisses her lips gently and he whispers “Did anything feel different?” 

Y/N thinks about it before asking “Did you use toys baby?” 

Carlos chuckles and says “No, remember about the foursome we talked about? About Leon and Chris?” 

Y/N nods and Carlos chuckles nervously and says “It was them baby.” 

Y/N gasps softly and covers her mouth before asking “Who was first?” Carlos smiles at that and answers “It was Leon baby.” 

“His abit gentle, I didn't think of him to be a gentleman in the bedroom.” Y/N says before leaning back and says “It was nice, I'm guessing Chris was the second?” 

Carlos nods and lays down beside her pulling her chubby, curvy form against his muscled body.  

“He was rough, to be honest I kind of expected him to be.” Y/N says softly and Carlos nods at that in agreement. 

“And You were the last.” Y/N says softly as she holds onto him as she looks into his eyes. 

Carlos smiles and kisses her lips gently before asking “and how was I baby?” Y/N giggles and says “extremely rough and fast, I loved it.” 

Carlos chuckles and says “I'm glad that you loved it, are you mad though?” He asks nervously. 

Y/N shakes her head and says “No, but I wish you gave me the heads up.” 

“There's always next time, baby.” Carlos answers. 

“True.” Y/N says before she kisses him gently. 

[j4desblurbs]

CARLOS OLIVEIRA HEADCANONS

carlos oliveira x fem! reader

hey….been a while. anyway this is just general hcs for carlos 🫶 includes sfw & nsfw so minors dni

sfw:

love language is physical touch

hand around your waist, arm slung over your shoulder, you name it. he loves physical contact.

all your friends love him, he’s a walking green flag

great cook

collects colognes

rare drinker. drinks very recreationally but overall just doesn’t enjoy it much

if someone leaves the room with their phone on the table he’ll take 10 million selfies on it

his favorite pastime is annoying jill

if you’re cooking he’ll be in the kitchen with you helping/stealing bites of food

one time jill somehow set her kitchen on fire and although he helped her put it out he wouldn’t stop bringing it up and laughing for like 3 months

laughs really loud and really heartily

snorer.

moves around a bunch in his sleep, once you woke up to him upside down

hates waking up early

either can’t live without coffee or abhors it

nsfw:

he’s big.

very much a switch. top him! he’ll love it

thigh guy

likes getting his hair pulled when he’s eating you out

speaking of, MUNCH! sit on his face, you won’t regret it

takes it slow to start, then builds up speed as you both get comfortable

absolutely not into pain

thinks stretch marks are hot (i’ll bet he has some too)

really, really good kisser. down to just make out for a while

gets off on getting you off

PRAISE KINK! tell him he’s doing a good job and you’re getting it even better

goes crazy if you mark him up

shower sex lover

makes a lot of noise so sex with people in the house is out of the question

you tied him up once and he loved it