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Carlos: “No cabrón”

Charles: “wait thats good, thats cool, ill do the same don’t worry”

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i’ve been thinking a lot about carlos with an innocence kink… would you be open to write something about that?

inocencia — c. sainz

nothing compares to the beauty in your innocent eyes expecting his next move.

cw: smut (innocence kink, inexperience, light manipulation)

And he shows me, he knows me

Carlos did not let go of the door handle as he entered your room. He feared the scene unfolding on his bed would cause him to lose all sense of balance. The unmade bed matched your frustrated expression, slightly furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes suddenly opening up in response to getting caught.

Your inexperienced body awkwardly straddled a pillow, underwear visibly misplaced though still covering your core. A thin tank top pressed against your chest, tracing with its softness your hardened nipples. Blown pupils consumed his dark eyes as he couldn’t take his sight off your corrupted figure.

''I was just playing around and it started to feel good down there." You explained with your head down as the door closed behind him. Strong footsteps got closer to the bed as you focused on the white crumpled object pressing against your pussy.

Silence reigned again as you could feel his presence right in front of you, an overpowering shade consuming your frame. His firm hands held your face with great delicacy, connecting his reassuring gaze with your lost one. “But it doesn’t feel nice anymore. I just feel— frustrated.” You confessed.

He pushed back a few hair strands, getting a steady grip on your hair and slightly pulling on it to make you look up at him. "I can make that little ache between your legs go, baby. It would feel so good, I promise."

You looked absolutely entranced by his proposal, almost admiring the way he handles you in such a sensitive state. ''Please make it go away, Carlos."

Absolute fucking music to his ears.

How could he deny his curious little girl an orgasm she had probably been chasing for hours? He would teach you how to take care of that needy cunt when he can’t be there to do it himself. Still holding you by the hair, Carlos brought you closer, lips about to be abused by his eager kissing. “I’m gonna show you how to make yourself orgasm, hermosa. But you have to make a promise too.”

You could already taste the satisfaction only he had been able to give you before. “Anything.” He smirked at your desperate response.

“Every single time you come, I’m gonna be the only thing in your dumb little head. Me fucking you stupid, baby. Promise me that and I’ll show you everything.” He didn’t miss the way your legs attempted to close, causing the pillow between your legs to press further against your clitoris.

“Fuck— I promise.” You almost moaned as expectation brewed inside you to unprecedented amounts. He immediately captured your lips again, his hand massaging your tits through your shirt. The room seemed to become hotter by the second as his wandering hand stopped right on top of your underwear, the mere touch of his fingers sending shivers down your spine.

“Quieta.” (Stay still.) Carlos instructed with determination as he looked into your eyes, his right hand feeling up the lace on the small piece of clothing. He pinched it in between his thumb and index finger, pulling the fabric upwards into your most sensitive spot. You screamed into the kiss as he played with your pussy, pulling from your underwear and moving it side to side.

A numbing sensation overtook your abdomen as he finally pushes the pair of panties to the side, stroking your folds with his fingers. He brought your own hand previously tangled into his hair down to your center, guiding it towards your wet hole. “Fuck yourself for me, preciosa.”

The sensation of your fingers loosening up your tight pussy was underwhelming, absolutely nothing compared to the girth his cock molded you for. Even as you curled your fingers in search of your release, a desperate tear ran down your cheek— you needed him to make you feel like only he can.

“Are your tiny fingers not enough, baby?” He mocked as he swiftly took over, pushing your hand away as he replaced it with his own. Thick fingers got so deep into you that your whole body rocked with his repetitive motions, his chest supporting your weight as you felt like passing out. “I can feel you tightening on my fingers, amor— just imagine how much better that would feel on my cock.”

Carlos felt your whole body finally collapse against his, eyes unable to open due to the climax controlling your every sense. The bed was absolutely soaked as the relentless speed of his fingers had you squirt for the first time ever. “I tried to teach you but you’re just too perfect not to fuck you myself. No one will ever make you feel as good as I do, hermosa.”

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Alone

Spirit! Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: angst, sfw, mention of grief, death of a loved one.

(This is based on a Character ai bot by @/somberkitty)

A/N: This might make you cry 🥲

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It's been a year since Carlos tragically died in Raccoon City. The incident left you empty and distraught. You'd miss him much more…if you didn't still see him every day.

You couldn’t ignore his ghostly figure floating behind you as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. His body was so completely translucent that you could see the other side of your room through him. The feeling of his hands was faint, barely there as they gripped your waist. His cold, spectral touch sent a long shiver down your spine.

"Don't look at me like that, babe. Aren't you happy to see me?" He teased, burying his face into the nook of your neck.

You couldn’t muster the strength to smile even if you wanted to. It wasn’t the same. His warmth wasn’t there. “I wish you were here.” You mumbled, still hurting internally from his death.

Carlos laughs in an attempt to lighten your mood, his faint grip loosening on you as he pulls back. “I am here, just under different circumstances. C’mon, don't be so gloomy, you know how I hate seeing you get all mopey." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but you couldn’t feel anything.

“I wish I could touch you.” You finally looked into his eyes as tears began to well up in your own. Your bottom lip quivered but you held it back with your teeth.

Carlos sighed as he noticed your pained expression, “Me too. You know what? Maybe if you close your eyes real tight and wish for it reeeaaal hard... it’ll work." He grinned.

You didn’t take too kindly to his joking manner, “Don’t joke about this.” you replied firmly

"Ah, don’t be like that, sweet pea. Here I am, being a cheery little ghost and you already hate me?" Carlos retorts with a faux pout, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on the top of your head. Although deep down he understood your pain, feeling guilty for putting you through it.

“You know that’s not true. I love you so much.” You sniffled as you tried to wipe the tears from your eyes.

Carlos’s smile dropped into a sorrowful expression at your words. He pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling you from behind. “I wish I told you that more in life, you know? If I had been more vocal… more affectionate, you wouldn't be feeling so much pain." He murmured, remorsefully.

Tears begin to stream down your face. “I miss you… Every. Single. Day.” Your pained tone emphasized each word.

You tried to hold back your tears as best as you could. His ghostly presence only reminded you of what you could no longer have. It brought you closer to breaking.

"I miss you too, more than you can imagine...” Carlos ushers you to face him, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands. “I feel so shitty for leaving you like this… I hate seeing you mourn. I wish I could just be here, to wipe your tears and hold you close when you cry..."

His thumbs stroked your cheeks. You only barely feel his touch, like a gentle breeze against your skin.

“I don’t know if I can live like this…”You croaked, attempting to lean into his nonexistent touch.

This time, Carlos wraps his arms around you. "Shh, please don't say that. I'm still with you. I'd never leave you all on your own. I want to be by your side, through thick and thin, and make sure you're safe, sound, and happy."

You scoff in frustration at the situation, “But I don’t want this to be my life. Talking to a ghost who I can’t feel or kiss…” You ramble on, sounding more pained than Carlos had initially thought.

He was your drive, your passion, your reason to live. Without that, what is the point of living?

"I know…” He sighed, leaning closer to press his forehead against yours. Carlos closed his eyes as he spoke, “It hurts me so fucking much that you can’t feel me… God, if I could go back and prevent everything, I’d be here.”

His voice was starting to crack with pain, “I’m such an idiot… couldn’t even protect myself..” He mumbled, looking away from you shamefully. It was evident he felt extremely guilty, and shameful that he died.

After an anxious beat of silence, you spoke up again. “Do you think I’ll join you when I die?” I look into his eyes.

Carlos falls silent for a moment, pondering the question. "I hope so. You’ve been through too much in your life… But don't think about that just yet, for now just live your life to its fullest. I will always be right here just in case, like a guardian angel." Carlos gives you a small smile while running his ghostly fingers through your hair.

You stare at him as he smiles back lovingly while stroking your hair. The small action is enough to make your willpower crumble beneath your feet. In an instant, you’re reduced to a sobbing, trembling puddle.

Carlos’s eyes widen once you start crying. His arms hold you close, and his ghostly hands attempt to wipe away your tears with tender caresses.

"No.. no no, please don't cry.” He coos, trying to comfort you.

His plea fell on deaf ears as you continued sobbing, “I-i can’t do it… I can’t do this without you…”

Carlos shushed you gently and attempted to wipe away your tears again, his body beginning to sway from side to side to soothe you.

"Shhh, shh. You don't have to do this without me at all.” He tried to get you to look at him. “Just think of it like this... We’ll just have a bit more distance between us and just can't hug and kiss like we used to. We can live this way, you will be fine I promise." Carlos responds, trying his hardest to be reassuring whilst hiding his misery.

“Carlos. Please be real for a second.” You beg between sobs.

The ghost suddenly stops swaying back and forth, becoming completely still with his arms no longer wrapped around you. Carlos looks back at you, his expression now changed to a more sober look. “This hurts me just as much as it’s hurting you. Trust me, baby.”

Carlos's eyes darken with sadness for a moment, “I try to hide it... put on a positive face and pretend everything is alright, for you. But every night I see you fall asleep with tears in your eyes and cry a little myself, missing the warmth of our bed and your beautiful body lying next to me." He confesses.

“I wish I could bring you back.” You sniffle.

"I wish you could too..." Carlos responds, his face changing to one of melancholy. "Just... promise me one thing." He looks deep into your eyes with adoration.

“Yes?” You reply.

"Keep living your life without me. Don't stop enjoying the little things in life. Like seeing the sunrise, taking a walk in the rain, or getting yourself a nice juicy cheeseburger. Don't let yourself fall into such a deep pit of misery that you're unable to pull yourself back out, promise me that, (Name)." He looks at you with a firm and serious glint in his eyes, hoping you’ll keep that promise.

“It’s so hard…” You pout, glancing away for a moment.

Carlos sighed, "But you can do it, for me. That's all I want. Just for you to enjoy life without me." Carlos offers you a soft smile, his face beginning to flicker as the ghost is consumed by sadness.

You sniffle again, “It’ll be really hard.”

"I know I ask a lot from you, but just try, ok? That's all I ask for. I have faith in you, I believe in you. Please. You are my heart and my life, but I don't want you to let my death take yours too. Live, for me."

You soak in his words, suppressing your doubts and slowly nodding in agreement.

"Thank you..." Carlos exhales with relief. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hits him, a weight settling on his shoulders.

"Hey, is it ok if I rest a little bit? I've spent so much energy talking to you that it's starting to take its toll on me... and I'd rather not disappear right now..." He explains

You blink a couple of times, not understanding what that entails, but you still nod. “Yeah, get some rest.”

Carlos nods in response, his energy beginning to fade. “Ok... I'll be back... just... let me rest for a while..." Carlos slurs, his body beginning to flicker and fade from your view.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow?” You ask.

Carlos nods again, his form almost completely dissipated. "This is my promise... I'll be back. Just need a little time to recover. You'll be fine until then. I'll see you soon alright?"

As the spectral figure of Carlos fades to nothing, you're left standing there by yourself, just listening to the silence around you. As you stare ahead at where Carlos just was you can't help but tear up all over again.

The silence is unbearable in many ways, but the worst of it comes from your inability to hear his voice.

You moved across the room to sit on your bed. Then you laid down. As you lay on your bed, there is nothing to keep you from crying... tears flow down your cheeks and you can feel a void spreading through your heart. All that you have left of your lover is a few photos and your memories, while your life without him seems dark and cold. You miss him, all day and all night. You just want to feel that warmth and love and embrace once more. You want your Carlos back.

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Guys I didn't know that the story would reach the goal so early lmao, I will make a part 2, but I have another fanfic coming up beforehand, so be patient alrighty 🫂👏

Edited:

Spoiler! It's a Carlos Oliveira fanfic

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One Missed Call

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, phone sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could feel his orgasm building steadily in his stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With another call of his name, you cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I heard enough.” He answered flatly.

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

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

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

“Every word.” He replied cheekily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sweating Bullets: Werewolf!Carlos Oliveira x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

You're evil >:))))

I fucking love it

I also got a little carried away :)

Contains: Werewolf transformation, blood, dubious consent, breast licking, werewolf sex, creampie

He couldn’t help but stare at your ass as you bent over, eyes glued on the monitor in front of you as your fingers diligently scattered across the keyboard. He tried so desperately to control himself, he really did, but fuck- he really wanted to fuck you senseless right now.

It was wrong.

He knew it was so fucking wrong to even think about doing it during a time like this where you both could easily die. From the zombies shambling around in the hospital or the detonation that was about to go off in a few short hours, he couldn’t really keep his focus.

He felt both blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. His entire outfit felt so fucking heavy on him like he was wearing a suit of lead, his bulletproof vest was the worst piece. It felt like it was squeezing at his chest, crushing his ribs, restricting his breathing.

The building heat inside of him was making him very uncomfortable. He almost just wanted to say fuck it and just take you right here, and whatever happens happens, but he couldn’t.

He almost felt nauseous, a sickening pull at his throat had his larynx bobbing as he swallowed. His stomach churned uncomfortably, the contents running empty as he suddenly found himself starving. The only thing that would cure his cravings was you. He could almost picture it; Bending you over the desk, slapping the keyboard and monitor out of the way as he fucked your from behind. He yearned to hear your voice crying out his name, begging him to fuck you harder and faster, pleading for him to cum inside of you.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard you say lustful things to him. You both were on the cusp of a relationship, not yet official but not really beating around the bush either. The things you would text him, especially when either of you were away on whatever bullshit mission, were sinful little things only for you to act innocent when he would confront you about later. You both never really got a chance to do much else other than a few lingering touches, always kept busy thanks to the piling work Umbrella slapped on the desk.

He almost didn’t want a relationship with you. Not because of anything to deal with work and especially not you, but because of what he kept hidden away. Almost, was the keyword. He found himself cracking under the pressure, found it hard to resist the voices in his head cooing in his ears to fuck you senseless and make you his own. Even now, he swears he could hear it baying at the top of its lungs, screaming to fuck you until you couldn’t walk and your cunt was leaking his thick and hot seed, his name being the only thing to come from your quivering mouth with a nasty bite on your shoulder for him to croon over later.

He could feel it stirring inside of him. He could feel it moving around under his skin like a parasite he always welcomed with open arms in times as intense as these. He bit his lip, his grip on his assault rifle tightened to the point he swore if he gripped it any tighter the thing would shatter. He felt it clawing at the back of his mind, his skull throbbing as he denied the beast inside of him control.

He couldn’t.

Not here.

Not yet.

He didn’t hear what you saying over your shoulder, the feeling only grew worse, only grew hotter the longer it bubbled in his gut before he suddenly felt like he had been thrown into a blizzard. Why the fuck did this have to happen now of all the fucking times? He had been doing so well so far with ignoring it, snuffing the feelings that came in strong waves for your safety. He wouldn’t know what he would do with himself if he lost control and went after you; With murderous intent or sexual, he couldn’t decide what was more worse.

It suddenly hit him like a sniper round to the spine. His nerves froze, his limbs went stiff, his heart pounded in his ear. His body felt the calm before the storm.

He was fucked.

Carlos was strangely quiet behind you. Normally, he would throw out sarcastic quips or talk about something completely random to ease the stress of the situation off of your shoulders, but he was as quiet as a field mouse. You could hear the zombies crawling around inside beyond the barricaded door, the shambling corpses groaning and gurgling sent an odd shiver up your spine only to be warmed up under Carlos’ intense gaze hitting you square in the back.

You caught an off glance at him on the monitor screen when you shuffled your feet to ease the pressure off of your back. He looked clammy and pale instead of his usual sunkissed tan, and he was breathing pretty hard. You briefly worried your bottom lip at the thought of him getting infected only to snuff that thought out. You two have been at each others side this whole fucking mission, there was no way he was infected.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to throw up,” you asked over your shoulder as you clicked through the files on the computer. You didn’t get a response, only his heavy breathing picking up. It was more than odd at this point, something was obviously wrong. You made to stand up and turn to him when you finally found what you had been looking for. “Carlos, are you okay?” you reiterated, eyes locked on the monitor.

You were so engrossed scanning the the lines of minuscule text packed so close together on a screen that was about to probably lose power any second now when a noise suddenly shocked your senses back into reality. It sounded like someone was being violently choked right behind you were Carlos stood, but somehow even worse. It was rasping and wet, like someone had suddenly latched onto his throat and was squeezing down on his larynx. You managed to pull your eyes from the monitor fully this time, spinning on your heel only to gasp at Carlos now groveling on the floor.

His hands were spread flat on the dirty tiles, his fingertips were pale as he clawed at the floor for support. He was on his hands and knees, his whole body was wracked with shivers like he had just been yanked out of a frozen lake. He was breathing like he had been shot right in the lungs, his gasps sounded worse than the zombies lingering around before he suddenly cried out in pain.

“Carlos?” you found yourself whimpering.

Your hands latched onto the desk behind you, firmly pressing your lower back against the metal. Your own gun felt so fucking heavy being strapped to you. Was he really infected? Was he turning? You didn’t know if you had the heart to put him down like this was Old Yeller, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself, especially if there really was a cure.

“(Y-Y/n),” he rasped.

You winced at the sound of his voice. He sounded like he had been left in Death Valley for days without water. His dark curls obscure his face, some locks sticking to his face now balmy with sweat. His back arched, you could hear his spine popping through his bulletproof vest. He suddenly bellowed out another cry of pain before he suddenly started hacking, a little bit of blood splattering against the floor.

“Carlos-?” You quickly spotted something wrong with his hands. His nails had started to lengthen, rounding off with points that could easily tear apart flesh, they were dark in color and gleamed eerily in the low lighting of the room. Out of the short while you’ve been here, you’ve never seen a zombie with claws like a fucking monster before. You hesitantly took a step forward despite your instincts begging for you to run. “Carlos, what-”

You shouted when one of his hands snatched at your thigh, his trembling hands squeezed down on the meat of your leg like a vice forcing a whimper out of you. His claws sank through the thick material of your pants and bit at the skin beneath. You saw how tight his clothing had gotten all of a sudden, to the point where you could hear the bulletproof vest creaking eerily with every breath he took, threatening to completely pop off of him. He was normally brawny but now? His muscles were rippling, gleaming with sweat as you saw the hair on his arm start to grow thick and hairy.

He wasn’t turning into a zombie.

“Please,” he begged. “Please help me.”

He suddenly cried out hunching in on himself as a series of cracks emitted from inside of him. You were absolutely horrified at the sight before you: The man you’d been pining for and flirting with for months was transforming into something horrific before your very eyes. His shirt tore beneath the vest, exposing the muscles on his back moving around as though something evil lurked just beneath his skin that was fighting to come out. His boots suddenly were no more, clawed feet scraped and scratched grooves into the tile as his legs started to bend at odd angles while his pants tore completely apart by the seams. His mouth hung open, bellowing out cries of agony that slowly got deeper and deeper until they almost didn’t sound human anymore.

“Carlos, what do you need?” you worried.

“I-” he winced horribly and gasped. “Just gonna get-” he snarled in pain briefly, “-handsy.”

He let go of your thigh, finally allowing you to back away quickly before he snatched at his shirt and vest that were woefully stretched out across his growing muscles. Clawed hands snatched at the vest and tore it like it was a sheet of wet paper, his shirt also suffered from the same fate, joining the destroyed vest in a scrap heap on the floor. You really got to see how his body had changed, muscles cut deep and sharp like a marble statue only become covered in thick, dark hair as it scattered down his body. His abs flexed with every breath, his ribs cracked and shifted to give his lungs more room to breathe.

His head snapped to the side, the changes in his face had your heart pounding in your ears like war drums. His face had lost all color, sickly, sweaty. His brow bone set heavy, brows a complete mess. His eyes were rimmed with dark skin, bags sunken in. His eyes were bloodshot, eyes glazed over with bloodlust, once honey brown you swore looked like real amber now glew an acidic yellow, cutting through the dim lighting like glowsticks. His irises had grown to fill the whites of his eyes, pupils dilated to a slit in the sea of gold. His cheekbones had pushed out to sit high upon his face, cheeks hollowed, jaw now pushed out to form an underbite, ears coming to a point against his head and hiding in his hair. His facial hair had become unruly, growing thick and dark across his jaw and chin.

He snapped his jaws shut before scratching at his face with his clawed fingers before moving to stand.

With his mouth open, you saw his face seem to melt. His nose and upper lip seemed to meld into the upper half of a muzzle, both sides pushing out to complete the look. Blood dripped from his mouth with an agonized cry, one by one, fangs had replaced his human teeth.

He was a fucking werewolf.

Fear suddenly spiked right through you once again. Fight or flight kicked in and your legs chose flight. As he stood fully like a towering giant, you found yourself stumbling over your own two feet as you made for the door only to be tackled to the ground by Carlos. His beastly hands pinned your chest down to the tile floor, claws sinking in deep forcing a cry from you. He roughly turned you over so you were lying on your throbbing back and your face was mere inches away from his muzzle of sharp fangs. His haunting yellow eyes pinned you in place as they wreaked havoc on your soul.

His clawed hands suddenly snatched at your vest and shirt and suddenly rip them both down the middle. He tossed away the torn materials somewhere behind him, now forgotten. You tried to shield yourself from his eyes, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment only for him to bat your hands away with one of his beastly ones. You sobbed as one of his meaty hands came down and planted itself on the left side of your face, pushing the opposite side into the tile floor. You winced as you felt him sniff and huff at your naked stomach, growling lightly. He was toying with you. Oh God, he was going to-

The sudden poking at your lower torso had your world shattering. You managed to glance down at the area only to see…

Oh God.

Your breath hitched in your throat, a whimper pushing past your trembling lips as you looked back up to his eyes.

He was really going to fuck you.

There was a brief second of what you had hoped was Carlos’ humanity when his eyes had softened only to fill quickly with lust and a desperate hunger only you could cure.

Was that even going to fit in you? Oh fuck, it was big.

His meaty hands came up and grabbed at the cups of your bra, claws snapping the band between the two cups and grasping at your now nude breasts. He pushed away the cups, leaning his head down. Opening his jaws, you groaned as his long, pointed tongue lapped at your nude breasts. You softly cried out, arching your back into Carlos’ sickly heat as his rough tongue rolled over the erect rose buds of your nipples. You knew it was wrong, but it felt so, so right. You were already getting riled up, feeling your core tighten and heat up. Your face was flushed, hot at the cheeks, you softly moaned and writhed under the werewolf, spurring a soft growl from him.

His dark mane clung to your sweaty skin, ears twisting and turning, flattening against his head as he lapped at your breasts. His hands grabbed at your hips, lifting your waist. You could feel it pushing harder against you. You shivered at how painful it would be, how stretched you would feel, how much pleasure would flood through your mind.

You didn't know how much time had been spent with him simply lapping at your breasts before he reared back. He looked you in the eye for a brief moment, it caught you off guard. There was this look in his eyes, the yellow dulling momentarily as though he was trying to apologize to you. His eyes suddenly glazed over, pupils shrinking, he tore off your pants with a ferocious snarl with both of his meaty paws. You cried, feeling the tips of his claws rake across the meat of your thighs, raising the skin angrily.

He had leaned down, you whining under your breath as his nose came closer and closer to your panties. You cried when you felt him prod through the fabric of your underwear at your dripping cunt. He wiggled his nose between your clothed folds, at a single huff you jumped under his grip, hiking your hips closer to his muzzle. He chuffed, almost like he was snickering at your writhing form beneath him.

You felt him nip at the waistband of your panties, slowly peeling them away before snatching them off your person as well, leaving you completely naked before him. Carlos narrowed his eyes at your naked flesh, noticing how dripping wet you were. You gazed up at the wolfman hovering over you, pleading softly to him for him despite fearing him just mere moments ago.

You suddenly found yourself pinned on your stomach once again while your ass had been lifted in the air by his greedy mitts. You felt his claws sinking into the soft flesh of your stomach and hips.

You felt it tap at your passage. You shivered, placing your head down against the cold tile, whispering a prayer to whoever was listening that you made it out of this alive and as uninjured as possible.

He dragged the head of his cock around, between the folds, smearing the head and coating it with your slick as much as possible before you suddenly caved in on yourself, hunching over and balling your hands against the floor, a lewd moan rolling out of your mouth.

Painful fullness overtook you, needing to screw your eyes shut and pant as Carlos sank further inside of you. You weren't the only one making noises, the werewolf situated behind you was crooning, tongue lolling out the side of his maw, grunting and growling at how tight you were around his huge cock. You sobbed, struggling to breathe as it penetrated right through you. You swore you thought he would tear you apart instantly. His claws sank into your hips, blood beading out and spilling into thin rivers down your ass. You gasped as you felt fuller and fuller by the second, your legs needing to spread to become more comfortable as the painful stretch continued until you felt something press against your asscheeks. Your fingers barely graced your lower stomach, you swore you could feel him penetrating through. You could barely look over your shoulder, eyes widening as you saw something swollen at the base of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass.

Oh fuck, what the fuck was that?

"C-Carlos," you moaned, looking up at the werewolf only for him to buck his hips, knocking your head down to the floor.

You cried out, the werewolf snorting at how tight you had become.

If you were already a trembling mess with just one short movement, how would you be when he started thrusting?

You lost your breath, gasping for air as he pulled his cock back, the stretch becoming almost too much for your person to handle it, pulling his thick and meaty cock out right to the head only to slam right back into you. You screamed, your pussy tightened on his cock, earning you a short howl from the beast. He sank his claws deeper into your flesh.

He had thrusted slowly at first, both of you struggling to breathe as the tightness. You swore you would climax just from how pleasurable the tightness was. It was only after you had pleaded softly did he quicken his pace.

You flushed at what was happening. The man you had been flirting with all these months is a big, hulking monster that turns into this every full moon, and here he was: Fucking you.

No.

Mating you.

He was doing this to get you pregnant, to fuck children into you, to breed you relentlessly until you gave him children, little werewolf pups.

And you were enjoying the fuck out of it.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, mouth wide open, moaning and crying and screaming, spurring him to only fuck you faster until you came with a scream. Your body sagged against him for a second as your body loosened. He snorted, baying loudly as you tightened around him so deliciously.

It had gotten to the point where you went limp, his hands had been holding you up with his claws that dug into the soft flesh of your hips and belly. He had been leaning against your back, his dark fur clinging to your sweaty skin. He had started to lap at your shoulders with his pointed tongue almost as if he was trying to find something.

You shivered, swallowing the lump in your sore throat.

What if he was trying to bite you? Turn you into a werewolf too?

You moaned softly as you saw him open his maw, sharp fangs hovering over your shoulder only for him to pull away and snarl as you suddenly came around his cock for the second time. Somewhere deep within your mind, you wouldn't have minded if he did bite and turn you.

"C-Carlos, please," you whispered pathetically, pressing the side of your face against the blissfully cold floor as your orgasm ran down your legs. He growled as a warning, he twitched inside of you. You cooed, your eyes flinched as you prepared yourself. You clawed at the floor, you curled your toes, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

A sudden explosion of warmth had you crying. Carlos arched himself back and unhinged his jaws, a loud, lingering howl echoed throughout the room as the something that had been brushing against your ass all night had somehow managed to pop inside of your aching, sensitive pussy. You screamed at the added pressure, the dammed thing acting as a plug to keep you full and heavy with his hot seed.

Carlos’ claws had finally released your hips, blood still slowly trickling down in small beaded rivers to the floor to mix with your own cum. His hands instead snatched at the floor on either side of you, scratching deep ravines into the tiles as he shuddered and came inside of you, yowling at your tight pussy around his knot. He sniffed and huffed at the back of your neck, lapping at the sweat cascading down your back as an attempt to probably cool you off.

You didn't know how much time had passed before the knot in your pussy had deflated enough for Carlos to slide fully out of you.

Hot cum flooded out from your throbbing, abused pussy. You were numb by this point, but still somehow conscious as you felt the werewolf grasp at your person multiple times, moving you or a single body part as he lapped at your body rather strangely until you realized he was trying to make you comfortable… and rather fast…

He was groaning while doing it, whimpering lightly before you felt his meaty hands grasp at your bottom again.

Your eyes widened.

There was another tap at your passageway, the same thick head spreading apart your folds.

He wasn't done.

He was ready for a second round almost immediately.

"Carlos, please," you whimpered, pleading with the werewolf to halt his actions.

You shivered, feeling the filling stretch nearly tear you apart once more.

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Comfort

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, comfort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The seashore or the sheetswhore

Diluc needs attention whilst you're distracted by your new book

TW CW// diluc x fem!reader, mention of the sea, fanfic, smut, dubcon kinda... I guess??, fingering, cunnilingus, fondling chest, diluc is being harsh on you, skull fucking, reading spicy things, temperature play if you squint hard enough, exhibitionism, marriage, diluc calling reader a whore and a slut, reader is a female, overstimulation, bondage but not really...

Definitely 18+ so minor dni

[[I'm not responsible for any minors reading my posts]]

I wrote this months ago but I wanna drop it here since it's baby's first smut writing!! Also I am posting this from a phone so I'm sorry for the layout, I tried my best to not be cringy, I really tried guys

please be kind to me :(

6k+ words (not proof read)

❗SMUT UNDER THE CUT❗

You looked outside of the window of the dawn winery. You can best describe the view as a winter wonderland. With the grape vines and trees covered in cold white dust, flickering fairy lights outside the manor and the crackling sounds of the fireplace next to you. Its atmospheric properties makes you yearn for the warmth of multiple layers of soft and comfortable blankets, a glass of hot cocoa on your bedside table, and cozying on your warm bed whilst you read a nice book that your husband brought to you as a souvenir from his business travel in Snezhnaya.

That book has been on your wishlist for a while now, it's a limited edition version with full sculpted leather hardcover and a beautiful hand painted spine by a Snezhnayan artist. Lisa has convinced you to give it a try since it's one of her favourites, and your husband has been generous enough to have snatched one when he's on a travel to Snezhnaya, which makes you giggle and kicking your feet like a child recieving a birthday present, at last you gave him a bunch of kisses that day.

You relaxed on your comfy bed whilst sipping the hot cocoa that's almost hot enough to burn your tongue, you decided to wait a little longer for it to become a humane temperature for your tongue. You place your favourite mug on top of the night stand and continue to read your romance novel. You read the book and become lost in your own imagination, following the story line about a young fisherman falling in love with the emperor's daughter.

As the story progresses you didn't even notice the fact that your bedroom door opens slightly

"Y/n?"

Your husband called out your name, but you're still focused on your novel that he gave you

"Y/n answer me"

Your husband peaked from outside the door, he noticed the book that you're reading and he chuckled lightly

"Dearest are you enjoying that book that I bought you? That's really cute dear but please take a break and have dinner with me. I made your favourite casserole and some skewered chicken"

He said as he leaned against the door frame

"Darling, let's eat okay? You can continue the book after dinnertime is over"

He said sternly this time. He is still tired and easily annoyed from the long hours of travel. He just got home from Snezhnaya a few hours ago and he already made you your favourite food by himself, you definitely married the right guy.

But the problem is that you're just getting to the spicy part of the book, when the main character and his love interest decide to explore the harbour after midnight and they end up sharing their deepest secrets and desires by the sea side. They shared a kiss, and it turns into something more, more than a hug, more than a peck on the cheek, more than the "I love you"'s

You are so focused on the story that you didn't even realize that diluc called you four times, you didn't even realize the fact that he's in the room with you right now.

As you're still in the fantasy of your book, you felt a hand on your thighs. You finally snapped into reality.

"D- Diluc, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you're here, I-"

"Keep reading."

Diluc said with a stern tone, making you oblige every word he said

You continue reading the book, the part where the fisherman undresses the girl whilst they kiss softly. As you're still reading, Diluc uncovers the blankets that have been doing a good job keeping you warm for this long.

You yelp as you feel the coldness, even with the help of a fireplace. Diluc gave you an expression that you don't need to know without words. You continued reading.

The young man begins to unbuckled his belt as his bulge swung open, shocking the girl in the process by the large size of it. She has never done anything quite like this before, the man held her hand as he careses her large chest that's still inside of her bra, her skin soft and delicate like a birds feather. This scene reminds you of the first time you did the deed with Diluc, a month after you became miss Ragnvinder. Diluc doesn't have the heart to ask for intimacy the first month of your marriage, he loves you too much to see his delicate and inexperienced darling crying because his girth is too much for her ((which happens a month later because he caved, so what's the point of waiting smh))

You felt your husband's hand caressing you in between your thighs, already discarded the pajama pants that kept you warm. You shiver down your spine, either from the cold air, or the excitement that you're experiencing from your husband, or maybe even both I'm not sure. You don't want your husband to be mad at you, so you continued reading the book in your hand. Trying your best to ignore the wetness of your underwear.

The fisherman caresses the girl's cunt through her soaked panties. Her soft breaths and moans decorate the ambience of the shore, as if singing with the seagull and the sea. You're so deep in the story that you didn't notice the fact that your husband already pushed your panties to the side.

He unexpectedly started licking your bare cunt without any warnings

"A-AH DILUC I-"

He looked up giving you an eye contact. Yet again, you always know what that means without him saying a single word. That look always makes you feel like a fool for thinking that you can deny his wishes. You continue reading the book as he's sucking and slurping your cunt.

You turned the page of your book and continue reading as your husband wishes. The man started kissing her glistening cunt softly and gently, ironic that's what I'm experiencing right now. He inserted a finger into her, preparing her for penetration.

"AH-"

You yelp as diluc entered his girthy finger inside you, you can't do this anymore. You can't handle this teasing, you can't handle his fast hand movement. His finger hitting all of the right places at the wrong time, making you lose control of yourself.

Fuck it, fuck this, fuck the book, you can't do this anymore. You need to apologize for ignoring your husband. You let go of the book from your hand. Causing it to fall into the cushiony bed mattress.

Diluc smiles softly as he glances up, seeing that he won, your attention is fully on him and the pleasure that he's causing you. His hand and mouth movement stern as he glances up looking at your lustful face, as if begging him to insert more, more than just a finger. And he obliged, he added another finger inside of your glistening cunt. Causing you to cry out of pleasure.

"Mmm- I'm so- sorry Diluc... ple- please slow down... ummm~ hurts- please..."

Diluc refused to slow down his pace, he continues pumping harder. Much more than what you're capable of. He's going so fast pace but your body can't keep up with his movements. You can't do this much longer, you'll come sooner or later.

"Luc... Please stop-"

He stopped when you told him to. You regret blurting that out nearing your end, he edges you and it's your own fault. So you must take the consequences of your own action. Diluc unbuckled his pants and reveals his ginormous cock. He finally says something

"Suck"

It's impossible. It's impossible to put that in your mouth with your gag reflex. Shoving that up your cunt is already difficult enough, you can imagine it closing your airway. You kneel close to his cock, still crying from the orgasm denial that your hubby gave you.

"For fuck sake it's an easy fucking job. Just fucking do it-"

Diluc says as he rammed his cock with his mouth, ignoring your tears and muffled cries. Your whines sent vibrations onto his cock, making him feel good. You continue to cry harder as your husband grabs your hair and continue slamming it hardly onto his cock. You can't breathe, but you let him continue until he's satisfied with the warmness of your mouth.

"Fuck. A slut like you shouldn't have felt this good."

He continues ramming your head onto his cock. He finally comes in your mouth. Releasing his sperm deep into your throat. He releases your hair as you choke on his semen.

As you continue to choke and cry, Diluc walked out of the room. He comes inside again in a bit, holding a rope on his left hand, closing and locking the door with his right hand.

"You thought I'm done with you?"

Sorry for the title, I thought that was funny, or it's just how my brain works at 4 in the morning lmao

Part 2? If this post got at least 150 interactions at least, hehe :p

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Better Than Your Average Sleep Medication

Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader

Note: it is real hard trying to find words to describe a vagina and a penis without getting cringy

Summary: Carlos is a pal and helps (Y/N) fall asleep.

Warnings: afab reader, smut

Word Count: 2074

(Y/N) and Carlos had been spooning in bed for hours, though neither could sleep. Ever since the Racoon City incident, insomnia seemed to take over more and more.

“I can’t sleep,” she huffed, “can you?”

He shook his head, “Me neither.”

She hummed in dismay, “It’s like ever since everything went down, all I’m seeing when I close my eyes is RC and those… things.”

His eyebrows furrowed. He knew the feeling, of course, but some part of him felt that he was partially to blame. Although, realistically, none of it was his fault, shit added up. He’d thought back to it a million times. What he could have done different, saving (Y/N) sooner, better, not putting her on the subway car that got ripped up by Nemesis, moves he could have used on Nikolai to grab the sample and save those infected. It was all dead ends, yet the simple fact that he had worked for Umbrella gave him a sense of responsibility toward (Y/N) and helping her in the aftermath of the tragedy.

(Y/N) herself had grown attached to Carlos in the midst of the disaster. Although she hadn’t known him before, he protected her every step of the way. Even taught her to protect herself. The trauma bond they built was what made it so easy for him to wiggle his way into her life outside RC. To repair what he felt he’d broken.

He’d take it all one step at a time. Now, his mission was coaxing her to sleep. But how to take her mind off of everything? A thought popped into his head, as though there were a lightbulb shining above him.

“I have an idea on how to help, do you trust me?” He asked.

“With my life.” She murmured.

He nodded, voice seemingly deepening, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Before she could voice her confusion, his hand moved down from where it was wrapped around her side to gently press against her bare stomach where her shirt had ridden up. He gave her time to object before slowly slipping his hand toward the waistband of her night shorts. She allowed him to put his hand in her pants, breath hitching as his hand slid over her underwear.

She bit her lip as his fingers traced up her clothed pussy, testing the waters. Steadily, he cupped her, pressing his hand directly against the area where she felt need growing. With his middle and ring finger, he once again traced her from vagina to clit, letting them linger in the clit area where he pressed down, slowly moving his fingers in circles.

She let out a quiet moan, feeling herself growing wetter.

“Does that feel good?” Carlos husked.

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath, “Mhm, so good.”

“Are you okay if I take these off?” He muttered, lightly snapping the waistband of her underwear against her skin before continuing drawing patterns into her covered clit.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He wasted no time, pulling down her shorts and underwear at the same time and tossing them somewhere to his side. Still in the spooning position, he grabbed her top thigh and pulled it back so it was flush against his own, spreading her out for easy access.

With the barrier between his fingers and her vulva gone, he dipped the tips of them into her vagina, wetting his fingers so he could glide them across her slit. His fingers now lubed up, he graced her clit with his touch once more. She gasped at the feeling.

He started off slow but quickly fastened his pace as she moaned for him.

“Nnngh Carlos,” she whined, writhing in his arms, back arching.

“So responsive,” he cooed, placing kisses to the crook of her neck.

Her mind became fuzzy, taken over by pleasure. She closed her eyes, chewing on her bottom lip in attempts to muffle at least some of her moans. Her jaw went slack at the feeling of Carlos licking up her neck before biting down and sucking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She cried. She tapped on his arm to get his attention. “Inside… need you inside me.”

“My fingers or-”

She cut him off, “Your dick, need your dick, Carlos, please.”

With the state of his penis, he wasn’t one to object. The combination of her moans and her squirming right up against his crotch had him rock hard. But, ever the gentlemen, he still wanted to help her finish at least once before penetrating her.

“Would it kill your drive if I got you to cum on my fingers first?” He asked.

She shook her head, “Mm-mm.”

With her okay, he didn’t hesitate. Now that he knew he had to prep her to take him, he gently slid his middle finger inside of her, having his thumb take over rubbing her clit.

After pumping just his middle finger in a few times, he added his ring finger. He curled them inside of her before going back to pumping them in and out. As he got into a rhythm, his mouth drifted back to her neck, going back to where he left off in marking her up.

“Carlos,” her moans spilled out more frequently as she felt her orgasm fast approaching, “I’m- fuck, ‘m close.”

He detached from her neck, tilting his head up so his lips brushed her jaw. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, oh god yes.” She shook as her orgasm tore through her, cumming all over Carlos’s hand. He smirked against her jaw, fingers never once stopping until she came down from her high.

When he finally pulled his hand out, she turned over so she could look at him. Her gaze shifted from his lips to his eyes before she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He reciprocated, pulling away only to laugh.

“Someone’s eager, huh? Why don’t you let me pull my cock out before you swallow me whole?”

Dazed from her recent orgasm, she whispered a quiet, “Please.”

“Your wish is my command,” He muttered. He stood and took off his shirt, pausing for a second when he got to his pants and looking down at her, “Take off your shirt for me, yeah?”

She nodded, scrambling to pull her shirt over her head. She tossed it across the room like Carlos had done with her other articles of clothing and went back to watching Carlos strip.

He pulled down his pants, leaving his underwear on so that he could drag out her eager gaze watching him. Ever so slowly, he slid his boxers down off his legs and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened at his size. She hadn’t realized how much he was packing until now.

He walked to the edge of the bed where (Y/N) was splayed out, ogling him. He took his penis in one hand and laid it on top of her stomach, showing her how big he really was.

As she felt the weight of him on her stomach and saw his length and girth, she murmured, “Jesus you’re huge.”

He tilted her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want this.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated for a short moment, looking into her eyes and finding only pure desire (and maybe a little bit of adoration too, but emotions are too much to deal with for one night).

“I’ll start slow and then you tell me when you adjust, okay?” He asked. She nodded in agreement.

With the reassurance from her desperate gaze and eager nods, Carlos wasted no more time.

He rubbed his penis down her vulva from clit to vagina, slowly pressing the tip in. He carefully pushed in, inch by inch, keeping watch of (Y/N)’s facial expressions to make sure she wasn’t in pain. He planted his arms on either side of her, leverage for when he would eventually start thrusting. His arm muscles tensed when he bottomed out, she had a similar reaction, tensing her jaw.

When (Y/N) finally adjusted, she tapped his forearm, “You can move.”

And he did. He started off slow, exploring her body to find out her inner workings. What made her tick, what pleasured her to the highest extent. His experiments offered high reward.

As Carlos switched up the angle ever so slightly, (Y/N) let out a loud whimper. His eyes flitted to her face and he leaned down so his cheek would be flush against hers.

“Oh?” He rasped, thrusting again in the same spot, pleased with the noise that spilled from her lips, “Did I find your sweet spot?”

He knew without a doubt that he had, but he wanted her to admit it. He smirked as she nodded and whined, “Mhm.”

Carlos sped up the pace, keeping the exact same angle. (Y/N) clenched hard around him, leading him to let out a long moan, closer to his fast-approaching end.

As he nailed her g-spot over and over again, she reached her hands up to grip his back. He adjusted too, moving his arms so that they wrapped around her waist, one hand on her lower back. He took their close proximity as a chance to kiss her, bodies and lips pressed together as Carlos continued thrusting. They exchanged muffled moans and saliva, both dreading having to separate for air.

After they parted, Carlos felt her tap his shoulder, he looked down at her, ready to stop in case she was about to tell him to do so. “What do you need, princess? You want me to slow down? Stop?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “Mm-mm, I wanna mark you, can I mark you?”

Carlos laughed at the question, “Baby, if you saw how many marks there are on your neck right now, I don’t think you’d feel the need to ask. Go ahead.”

She nodded, trailing kisses across his neck and collarbone, moving lower. He groaned loudly as she bit down right on his upper pec, sucking on it for a good length of time to ensure it left a mark. She kissed where she bit and then continued kissing his neck.

He could feel his resolve breaking down but he was dead set on making her finish first. He slipped one hand down to her clit, fingertips gently rubbing patterns into it. As she felt herself on the edge, she buried her head into the crook of his neck and bit down. He grabbed her jaw and pushed her down into the pillow, making her whine.

“No hiding, sweetheart, I wanna watch you cum.”

He got his wish, with Carlos’s words being the tipping point, (Y/N) came. Her orgasm was intense, mouth open, moaning, practically clawing up Carlos’s back.

As Carlos got close to his own end, he let out a whimper. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“I’m on birth control, just stay inside me, please.” She pleaded, shaking.

He did not object, spilling inside her while whispering sweet words of praise in her ear, “Atta girl, just like that. Fuck, such a good girl.”

His erratic thrusting slowed and he gently pulled out. He couldn’t help but watch his cum leak out of her, mesmerized at the sight. As it leaked onto the sheets, he finally realized he should probably clean up.

After kissing (Y/N)’s forehead, he leaned in and whispered, “I’ll be right back,” before heading to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water. He hurried his way back to the bedroom so he could clean her up.

He looked at her apologetically while she winced at the feeling of the wet washcloth touching her sensitive heat, “I’m sorry baby, I’ll hurry up.”

She nodded and tried to muffle any sounds of discomfort and leftover arousal that escaped her mouth from the contact.

“All right, all done.” He muttered, tossing the dirty rag into the clothes hamper.

She looked down at herself, “there’s cum all over my side of the bed.”

“We’ll just have to snuggle on my side then,” he smiled, crawling into bed and patting the area next to him, “I’ll deal with it in the morning, don’t worry.”

She nodded, cuddling up to his side.

“Goodnight, Carlos.” She whispered.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)”

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FIXING MORE THAN ENGINES ! CARLOS OLIVEIRA ੈ✩‧₊˚

your car coughs and sputters its way into the mechanic shop, and then you were met with an unexpected sight. a rugged, yet undeniably attractive man covered in grease and grime. your eyes lock with his intense gaze, and there's an immediate spark of chemistry between the two of you, evident through lingering glances and subtle touches.

you struggle to focus on your cars issues as you find yourself drawn to the mechanic's magnetic presence. his confident demeanor and quick wit leaves you feeling flustered and inexplicably drawn to him. you were determined to not disappoint your financially conservative father, contemplating your options, feeling desperate to find a solution.

amidst the clatter and clangs, and the loud reggaeton blasting out the speakers and throughout the mechanic shop, you learned about the high repair costs which only adds pressure onto you. you shared your concerns with carlos about your father and were taken by surprise when he sympathizes for you.

you put your seduction skills to the highest of your ability, innocently suggesting that the two of you could work out something to reduce the costs.

you stood there practically offering yourself to him, bravely and confidently. he was first taken aback by your boldness, yet he couldn’t deny the thrill of the unexpected proposition.

so there you were, on your knees sucking him off with the best of your knowledge and techniques you gathered together. you swirled your tongue around the fat head, moaning at the pleasant taste of his pre. the vibrations of your humming sent waves of ecstasy down his spine, and with a strong feeling of tension leaving his body, followed with a rush of warmth running to his cheeks. something snapped and his abdomen tightened, and with a buck of his hips he pulled out of your hot mouth, his cum splattering onto your face with a groan.

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Reader having a stomach bulge when carlos fucksthemjadkedjkednen PLEASE I NEED IT SO BAD and also like sort of a size kink ig

OK POOKS!!!

(ignore how i wasnt here for like 100 days, that never happened guys!!)

mdni, nsfw below, requests open

Carlos Oliveira who sometimes forgets just how much bigger he is then you, and it should remind him the difference every time he fucks you. Oh he just loves The bulge you get in your stomach.

He'll for sure fuck you infront of a mirror, having you sit ontop of his thighs, legs spread wide ass his cock eases its way into your pussy, hand on your stomach where the bulge is.

call him cock(im so funny) about it, but he just takes pride in the way he can fuck you dumb on his large cock, how easy it is to cage your body in prone bone, or how smaller you look when you sit on his lap while he whispers the dirtiest of things in your ear.

He'll also tease you about the bulge too, but praising you on how beautiful you look when taking his cock, or maybe he'll degrade you. who knows <3

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In The Middle ~ Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira

~Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira x fem! Reader~

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Content warnings: smut, sexual content, MFF threesome, friends to lovers, lots of heavy making out, love bites, oral female receiving, oral male receiving, fingering, light teasing, light begging, p in v sex, praise, slight use of daddy, face sitting, creampie, love confessions, pure filth and sin tbh but a little bit of fluff too

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Kinktober - Day 23

Prompt: Lap pillow

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Author’s Note: When I first got into RE, Carlos was my MAN and he still is and I feel bad this is my first time writing for him, I need to do some more with him!! Enjoy!

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used for reader, fingering, oral sex.

“Here, lift up for me, baby.”

Carlos’ voice is almost a whisper, leaning over the side of the couch where you’re laying down, dozing off. You stir when you feel his hand on your shoulder and he repeats his request. You prop up on your elbow before sitting up more, allowing him to sit on the cushion, Carlos guiding you back down, head in his lap.

You hum, settling against him. His soft but muscular thighs create an expansive plane for your head to rest, while his hand begins to pet your head. Beginning to wake more, a small smile on your lips at his ministrations.

You nose into his thigh, breathing in his scent. The fresh smell of his clothing mixed with the citrus and woodsy scent of his cologne, combined with his hand’s movement, wraps you in a sense of security and protection. 

You bring a hand up and lightly trace patterns over his thigh, reaching as far down and his calf before coming back up. You feel Carlos shift, his fingers scratching at your scalp now. The television illuminates you two, quiet murmurs coming from the speakers as you both bask in each other’s presence.

Carlos moves again, nudging your head forward, more towards his knees. Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion, before noting that he’s moving you away from his crotch.

Oh.

Sly smile forms on your face, you continue to run your fingers along his leg, his sweatpants a thin barrier between his skin meeting yours. You nuzzle against his thigh once more, sighing, hoping your warm breath is felt through his clothing.

It is, because once more he adjusts you, this time clearing his throat. “Amor…” he says, voice low and breathy. Humming again, you turn over towards him, the bulge in his pants confirming your thoughts.

You smile up at him, heavy lidded. Your hand splays across his left thigh, dragging it upwards to his waistband. He’s bashful, tanned cheeks stained red. “‘M sorry–” he starts but you shush him, fingers hooking into the lip of the pants, but your fingers don’t move any further.

Instead, you move your face closer to the tent steadily forming, kissing it. He groans, head tilting back against the couch. Carlos has always been so sensitive, allowing himself to be soft and pliable in your hands. You mouth his clothed cock, his scent still present along with musk. Reaching further into his sweats, fingers splaying across his skin, hot to the touch.

“Baby, please,” He whispers out, hand tightening in your locks. You oblige, reaching further in to grasp his dick, Carlos pulling his sweats down further with his free hand. Now exposed to the temperature of the room, he hisses, before moaning as your mouth kisses his tip. You pull the foreskin back, licking into the slit. 

Carlos swallows hard, a breathy fuck as he watches you. His eyes venture down your body, silhouette hardly seen through the long nightgown you wear. ‘Easy access’ he thinks, his hand running along your curves. You hum, the vibrations pulsing through his cock cause him to shiver.

He persists, hand slipping under the hem and running up your leg. You let out a surprised noise but allow him to continue, spreading your legs for him, inviting. He bites his lip, gown going up along with his hand, until he’s exposed your underwear.

He cups you, rubbing your cunt through the cotton. You moan, sinking further down his length. Carlos grits his teeth but continues, pulling your underwear down just enough to have his palm directly against you. “Tão Molhado,” he mumbled, your hole dripping already. His large fingers dip in, gathering wetness to slide in easier. 

He slides a finger inside your tight heat, and you guide his dick towards the back of your throat. Working you open little by little, slipping in another finger, you cry out around him. His thick fingers, two just enough to fill you up. The stretch feels good, and when he begins to slide them in and out of your pussy, curving his fingers and pressing deeper at each pass inside, your eyes roll back.

Your free hands skates down your body, finding your throbbing clit and rubbing it in fast circles, picking up speed with your mouth as well. Grunting, Carlos gets the memo and mimics your pace, fingers noisily pumping in and out of you, your slick running down your thigh. 

Carlos' hips begin bucking, getting desperate for release. The motion sends him further in, you gulping around his thick cock. He lets out a choked noise, his hand grabs your hair and keeps you down on his shaft, coarse curly hair ticking your nose at the base of his dick

Hips twitching as he finally cums, releasing inside your throat with a guttural sound escaping him. His dick bows inside your mouth, spurts of hot seme that you eagerly swallow. His slumps against the sofa, satiated. His fingers had stopped moving in you when he had cummed, and he realizes he’s still knuckle deep in you, dick softening in your mouth and your hand still circling your engorged clit. 

Slipping out of your mouth, he pulls your body around, your cunt now facing him. “What–” is all you get out before his fingers plunge back inside and his mouth latches to your clit. Crying out, it doesn’t take long for you to cum, spilling over his fingers and clit twitching against the powerful suction he has around you.

Carlos licks his fingers clean, picking you up and settling you in his lap, stroking every inch of skin he could reach. You bury your face into his neck, inhaling his scent once more. “So…What was that about?” you say against his skin, a grin forming. He chuckles, “Was just thinking about my baby, that's all.” He grabs your face and angles it upwards. “Incrível,” more of his sweet words said in between kisses, his hold firm and providing that sense of safety once more.

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now playing: <the knight's confession> 00:00/45:00

starring: knight!Carlos x princess!reader

tw: smut, guilt, masturbation, oral (f) receiving, corruption themes (?), first-time, pulling out, inexperienced-ish, nsfw, mdni

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☆ starlet's note: can be separated from part 2

"so how's the missus? for someone as young and outstanding like yerself, captain, surely you'd come home to a warm meal and a pretty little thing?"

the gruff voice shook him out of his daze. he lets out a soft distracted chuckle, folding his shirt and hanging it across one arm. he was a knight through and through. impeccable reputation, good with the ladies, chiselled body, and a looker on top of that too? it would be ridiculous if he wasn't already snatched up by any noble single lady.

"nobody's home, Sir Mullins. just me."

Carlos sighed, giving the older man a smile.

"yer pullin' my leg, cap. no missus?"

Mullins looked at him incredulously. the captain of the royal knights was a well respected man who was wise beyond his age. he had every experience needed for field and guarding duties having grown up in the war where his father, the previous captain fought. the Oliveira name was respected by all despite their humble beginnings.

"my priority is my job. and that job is to protect her highness, the princess. make sure no harm comes her way."

Carlos said and the older man pursed his lips and simply nodded. he didn't want to prod at the captain too much and besides, he himself had a home and warm dinner to return to. so much so that he missed the softer look in Carlos's eyes when he was talking about the princess. a foreign look from his usual hardened gaze that made him look older than he was.

Captain Carlos Oliveira was a revered name throughout the kingdom. the kingdom’s youngest captain who was born on the battlefield and raised in its bloodshed. he was intelligent, strong, agile, and easy on the eyes. so it came as no surprise when the king of the land elected him to be his daughter’s personal guard. you. and all that didn’t matter when it came to you.

he was but a lowly mutt in your grace.

as soon as he first saw you and the bright smile that you flashed his way, he felt every ounce of weariness in his body melt away. you were an angel who descended the heavens, basking him in the holy light of your halo. he began to smile himself. and as time passed, Carlos’s infatuation only deepened. you were a divine blessing who dispelled all of his bad thoughts. he was head over heels for you, the princess of the land.

however, despite your floral innocence, kindness, and naivete, you were lonely. your father had always wanted a son and it shows in the way he resents you to your very core. you barely went out and your every hour of the day was jam packed with preparatory courses to be the perfect royal wife for a suitor deemed appropriate by your father. Underneath the soft layer of cosmetic that they make you put on every day was a cracking mask, on the brink of shatter. and the only one who saw it was him. 

he was naturally perceptive, being able to read even the most well crafted blank faces and disguised intent. but with the way you wore your heart on your sleeves, frills, sequins, bows, and all, he didn’t even have to try. and so he tried to the best of his ability to make your burdens his. even if it was a simple check in, a small joke or two, or even disallowing your mentors from entering your room with the excuse that you’re unwell when in reality, he had heard you crying behind the wooden doors of your chambers.

at first, he had planned to toughen it out. disregard your crying and just do his job. he had watched men cry at the edge of his sword, begging for mercy, only for him to retreat with a trail of scarlet in his wake. but like everything else that he was beginning to realise upon meeting you, his heart made exceptions. so on the second night of his duty, he caved. he gently rapped on your door.

“princess, are you…alright?”

your sniffles halted immediately. your door cracked open and his heart broke when he saw you. your eyes were puffy, your skin flushed, and fresh tear tracks marred where your smile once sat on your features. he went in your room and sat by you as you cried. his gloved hands itched to touch you and reassure you but he settled for fidgeting with the leather of the gloves quietly.

he knew his place. he was but a mongrel in your divine presence. and yet he still fell for you. he longed for you in ways that filled his guts with guilt. especially when he’s sitting next to you and you’re wearing your usual satin nightgown that hugged at your every curve like whispers of sin and temptation. you were crying and he should be doing the noble thing of being there for you because you clearly need it and here he was, trying to not ogle at you like a freak of nature.

and when he finally gathered his thoughts and leaned in a little closer to wipe the tears off your face in a composed gesture as a friend (of sorts), you kissed him. it was clumsy and inexperienced, but the fervour and eagerness that you had was enough to blur his thoughts as he kissed you back. and as his lips began to part yours, his helmet slid off the side of the bed where it sat and clanked loudly onto the cold tiles of her bedroom floor. you both jumped away from each other as if the other was a lick of flame that seared skin.

after his little chat with Mullins, Carlos left the knight's quarters for the knight's communal bath. it was always empty this time of night. he liked how peaceful and quiet it was. he shedded his pants and sunk into the warm tub, letting out a content sigh. he let his eyes close and all he could think about, was you. the princess who he had to guard with his life.

you who smiled so sweet whenever he's around. you who's beauty rivals any noble lady. you who kissed him. what he wouldn’t do to have one more taste of your sweet lips against his. then his mind began to wander. he thought of how your soft lips would feel trailing down his body and his hands began to move on its own. trailing down his toned abdomen to his hardened cock beneath the water.

he imagined how pretty you'd look beneath him as he thrusted into your pretty little mouth. how your lips would be plush around his cock. and he imagined your soft mewls and pleas as he pounded your cunt. ravaging you beyond saving. watching your soft and innocent persona crumble only before his eyes. nobody else's. a lowly knight like him shouldn't be having such thoughts.

his calloused hands softened and pruned by the water wrapped around his cock as he began to stroke it. soft stifled moans and strings of cusses spilled from his lips and his eyes began to burn with tears. he was disgracing you. tainting your image with lust and desire and sin.

in a haze of guilt and unbridled need for you, his hips staggered against his own hand beneath the waters. it was your name that spilled from his lips in a groan. he was breathing heavily, head filling with cotton. you were driving him to the brink of madness. and as the water cooled around him, he finally broke out of his daze.

"shit."

he cussed softly, sniffling a little. he finished up his bath quickly and got ready to take his post outside your quarters. he missed you deeply but he had to switch to the night shift. he couldn't face you. not with the knowledge that he jerked himself off to the thought of you almost every night since that incident.

and so as he finally reported for night door duty of your quarters for the sixth day in a row that week, he stood there rigidly and thanked any higher being that was somehow above you and your divine state that you were probably fast asleep-

"Carlos...have you been avoiding me?"

how did you manage to come right next to him undetected? his heart hammered against the confines of his ribs. god he wanted to kiss you so bad. the pout that tugged at your lip was enough to send his heart into a frenzy. oh how he longed for you to be his.

"princess...what makes you say that?"

he asked you in his usual tone of tenderness, feigning oblivion at your words. his head was lowered, gaze maintained away from you. you frowned.

"did you…regret what we did? what i did to you?”

you asked him so softly, that you sounded almost afraid. he took a deep breath and sighed softly.

“princess, you know whatever this is between us…it cannot happen.”

he tried to reason, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. despite your better judgement, you pressed on. he was the one good thing in your life and you’d be damned if you let it go just like that.

“is that your way of letting me down softly, captain?”

you ask him almost bitterly, your frown deepening. 

“you know that’s not true, princess.”

“if it isn’t, then why won’t you even look me in the eye?”

he sighed shakily and his dark gaze finally met yours desperately. his eyes held all of the things he wanted to say to you. how he loved everything about you. how you make life worth living again after living and reliving bloodshed over and over again regardless of whether he’s in the field or in the emptiness of his own home. you were his angel, the beat of his heart. 

“i crave you, princess. so deeply. you live in the recesses of my mind, your shadows on the back of my eyes when i go to sleep. but we cannot be together. the repercussions are far too dire.”

he broke. your eyes stung and blurred with tears.

“so you’re just going to let what we have go? because it’s unacceptable in the society we live in?”

your voice was raised, clawing for the loose strands of hope in the situation.

“You deserve better, princess. a suitor of your standards. not some nobody like me.”

his voice cracked softly. he took a deep breath and looked down in shame. his words, so honest and raw, sent a shiver down your spine. you turned his face towards you. the way his stubble pricked your soft unlaboured hands and the way he was looking at you made your heart still. you came to a realisation that you wanted him. needed him. loved him.

so that was how he ended up in your quarters, doors locked behind him as you both engaged in fervent kisses that were so warm it felt feverish. you began to shed your clothes as if the heat in the room was sweltering physically and his armour pieces clanked as it hit the floor. strands of his dark curls tickled your skin as he kissed you so depravedly. like a man starved. you gasp softly into his lips when you felt his larger hands grip at your waist to lift you onto your bed. you sat there with dilated pupils as he shakily tugged at his clothes to get it off. 

his physique was what you would see in the halls of the royal castle. stone carved torsos of greek gods that stood frozen in place. so when he moved and his skin glistened in the dim lantern of your room, you felt giddy. your hands subconsciously reached out to feel him. feel his taut skin that ran over muscles. the scars that he had from the time he served under his father in the war years ago as an arrow collector to the time he duelled the most fearsome of enemies and opponents to protect the kingdom. you were in awe.

"princess...if you keep touching me like that, i'm afraid i won't be able to hold back."

he says shakily. he felt seen in your gaze. a battered mutt being caressed by the soft feathery wings of an angel. he saw that he wasn’t just a soldier or a knight or a loyal guard dog to you. you gazed at him as if he hung the moon, with shiny eyes filled with a tenderness that cannot be falsified. he shivered beneath the cold touch of your fingers.

“princess...are you sure? about this?”

he asks softly. your response was to slip out of your nightgown, allowing him to gaze upon your bare skin. something akin to a higher being's celestial body to him.

"please, Carlos. make me yours..."

he was so close to you as you both sat on the edge of your bed and he was so painfully hard again. he ignored the way his cock was practically begging to sheathe itself inside you. but then you kissed him, tongue swirling with his own taste and your saliva. your clumsiness and inexperience overshadowed by your eager need to show him just how much you wanted him too.

so he pushed you down onto the mattress, his large warmer hands caressing and squeezing at your chest. his fingers gave your nipples a teasing pinch which made you gasp into his mouth, whining softly. his stubble left a trail of red in its wake as he kissed down your soft skin. you smelled so good. better than any noblewoman he had ever touched. and your taste, honeyed on his tongue as he suckled on your swelling clit was enough to drive him mad.

he licked and sucked and nipped at your pussy, nose stroking at it so deliciously and stubble rubbing the skin around it raw. you didn't seem to mind as your fingers tightened in his hair, trying to tug him closer and deeper into where you needed him the most.

when he added his fingers, coated in your own slick and scratching the inside of your gummy walls with precision, loud mewls spilled from your lips and your back arched against the mattress. you were moaning his name like a divine blessing as you came onto his tongue and perfectly curled fingers over and over. your legs shook on his broad and sturdy shoulders when he finally pulled away, pupils having enveloped his whole irises and your slick dripping sinfully down face. precum stained the part of the mattress where he rubbed his cock raw as he ate you out. he sucked on his fingers, eyes closing before he kissed you once more.

your nails dragged down his back, stinging when he finally made it to the hilt between your legs. he was panting from his effort not to move and hurt you. it was clear you had never done this before. he would have felt the guilt of corrupting you, return if it weren't for how warm and perfectly you squeezed around his cock. it was beyond heavenly. it was even better than whatever he envisioned as he stroked his own cock night after night. he rubbed and stroked at your clit, making you whimper and moan.

you whispered through your glazed eyes, pleading for him to move. and how could he deny you? the sounds of skin slapping went from soft to loud as he lost himself in you. the tip of his cock brushed your cervix over and over, the bulge of him protruding from the smooth expanse of your stomach. he pressed down on it, moaning almost primally as he fucked into you.

"princess, you're so perfect- mmmf- so perfect f'me."

he moaned against the shell of your ear, kissing down your collarbone as his hips snapped against yours at a dizzying pace. you were moaning so loudly, he had to clamp his mouth over yours, afraid of waking the whole castle with how loud and cockdrunk you were being and when you tightened around him from your own release, you said it. moaned it out, really.

“i love you.”

those three words made the coil in him snap and he pulled out, cumming hard all over your stomach. the cum pooled in your belly button and dripped down the sides of your bruisingly held waist. did you really say that? the whole 2 years of pining after you in secret was mutual? 

“princess, you-”

“i love you. you don’t have to say it back but i do.”

you sighed out as you tried to catch your breath. despite the absolute mess and severity of the situation, Carlos smiled. the type of smile that made his cheeks hurt. he leaned down once more and kissed you so gently with all the love he had for you.

“i don’t have to, but i want to. i love you too, princess.”

he had ruined you. tainted you with his rotten love and devotion and touches. but the way your flushed face smiled at him through shiny half lidded eyes, he wouldn't trade it for the world.