#carlos is a werewolf

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Charlos on film in Miami🤭

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟐 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. smut. wolf shifter au. werewolves. no abo dynamics. outdoor sex. scent kink. vaginal sex. fingering. possessive behavior. predator/prey kink. tummy bulge. breeding kink. knotting (but not really). mention of heat/rut cycles. no protection. carlos’ filthy mouth. author may have cooked a little too hard 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: peek-a-boo • red velvet

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: fair warning this is the most foul thing i’ve written ever. like, i thought the first upload was unsettling, but this is terrifying in comparison. i think i’m getting better tho, low key. no, this was not an excuse to write a breeding kink 😒. this was an excuse to spread my personal feeling that i think carlos sainz jr is a massive freak, and i will take no criticism on that 😩. but i do apologize for his foul ass mouth at the end. imma try and get these out quicker because i realized that if i’m releasing one fic every week, i will not be finishing this b4 the end of the month. there unfortunately will be no part two to this, it’s a standalone, i got so many things to write now, im sorry :( i hope you all enjoy it (i did an embarrassing amount of research for this aka twilight wiki), and thank you for all the support !!!

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carlos is not a werewolf. carlos is a born wolf; he comes from a long familial line of shifters. while he and his wolf share a brain, carlos is in control one-hundred percent of the time. he can shift into a wolf at will and maintains awareness as the wolf. however, during the full moon, it’s extremely difficult for shifters to resist the call and refrain from transforming. werewolves, on the other hand, are created by a curse or from being bitten. they are forced to change into a beast every full moon, thirsting for blood and carnage. their humanity isn’t present in the half-wolf/half-human form; being a werewolf is like a parasitic disease. carlos’ family has found their calling in bringing a sense of order to the wild, and during full moons, their purpose is to contain and redirect the beastly werewolves from harming humans.

shifters are rare, and carlos prefers it that way (he doesn’t ever want to find out what tension multiple shifters on the grid could cause). his nature doesn’t give him any unfair advantages in an f1 car, sure, his reaction time may be a little quicker, and he heals faster–but, nothing that would classify as “cheating.” if he did have any extreme advantages, maybe he’d end max’s world champion streak, but that is not the case; anything about his nature still couldn’t make up ferrari’s shortcomings.

the only downside to being a shifter is how they’re mistaken for werewolves (even though they are obviously two completely different beings). the world doesn’t know about the shifter population at large, it’s mainly an “if you know you know” society, and werewolves are known to the masses with how many slaughters they’ve been caught doing from the beginning of time. which is massively unfortunate for carlos. if he were to be revealed as a wolf shifter, he’d probably lose everything he knows–formula one, his privacy, his family, you–and he would probably be scheduled for a public execution if those were still in place. he’s only trusted a small circle of people within formula one with the secret of his wolf; lando, charles, fernando, jon and rupert, and vasseur. it’s made his life easier having people that are aware of his true nature, so he can shift comfortably during race weekends if needed, when you are not able to join him.

regardless of how the world views carlos’ supernatural state, you genuinely don’t understand how people could be terrified of him. carlos is ‘the dream man’™, and you’re not accepting any critiques on that matter. he’s a personal-sized space heater, so you don’t have to worry about being cold at night–and he doesn’t even complain when you stick your icicle-like toes and fingers on him. he cleans without being told to, he’s an excellent home chef, he takes you golfing with him and even lets you caddy for him, he’s protective but in a respectful manner, and he even partial shifts around you so you can play with his ears and give him a good little scratch.

the only downside you could point out about carlos, is that he takes his wolf form a little too seriously. 

carlos was raised to train his inner wolf into a controlled, unfazed, unshaken, apex-predator being. the wolf has one purpose and it’s to guard his territory, the people he loves, and to prevent any werewolf murder sprees. but, you wish he’d allow himself to relax, and have a little more fun in his wolf form.

you’ve started training him, funnily enough, to allow his wolf to be off the clock sometimes. subconsciously, in the comfort of the spanish villa you two call home, he’s started to allow his ears to pop out whenever he’s relaxed enough. the spaced out and confused faces and noises he makes, with his head and ears flicking and tilting to match, invokes an unhealthy sense of cute-aggression from you. sometimes, you manage to persuade him enough to shift to his full wolf form, and that’s where you find the most difficulty of calming his behavior.

he’ll go around sniffing and rubbing his body along all of the walls and corners of the house to spread his claim, and even refuses to nap or sleep with you while he is shifted. he’d sit in the doorway of the room you were in and remain in an alert state to protect you from whatever dangers that may appear, even though he’s already sure none are present. there was one time you were able to convince him to lay with you under the guise of you being cold; he allowed himself to curl around you and rest his snout on your chest, but the way his ears remained cocked let you know that he was wide awake even though his eyes were shut.

he’s thoroughly unamused whenever you try and get him to play with dog toys. it doesn’t matter if it squeaks, crinkles, or smells–he wants nothing to do with them. he can’t say no to an old-fashioned game of fetch, though. whenever you grab a stick from outside, you hear his thundering paws running towards you before skidding to a rapid stop, his haunches firmly touching the ground while his front paws anxiously tip tap in front of him, and his whole body shakes with anticipation for your throw. and from there you started to get him to appreciate tennis balls and frisbees in fetch games. even though his massive jaw and teeth have you ordering replacements way too often.

and the thought of his massive ears, eyes, hands, and teeth—led you to your halloween costume idea. 

little red riding hood.

it makes the most perfect amount of sense. carlos can be the big bad wolf to your red riding hood! except he refused, stating that it would be shameful to use his wolf in such a manner. of course, you're disappointed at his refusal, but you respect his boundaries at the end of the day. so, you were just going to have piñon (your dog) be your big bad wolf. and then, that fell through as well. 

piñon was staying over at carlos’ parents house a few days before halloween, and ended up losing a battle to a mouse that he tried to catch through a fence. the fence scratched him a little deeply on his tummy and he ended up getting stitches and a cone of shame. while his stitches are in, he’s staying with reyes and carlos sr.–and, you’re back to square one; you’re ‘big bad wolf’-less-ness.

you don’t attempt to try and convince carlos to join you again, you just decide to keep your original costume and sit out on the porch handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, missing the other half to your costume. it’s very simple attire, just the red-hooded cloak and a picnic basket full of candy. carlos peeks from the front window’s curtains and watches you smile sweetly at all the children and compliment them on their costumes. he hears you fein terror when kids dressed as werewolves ask for candy, he hears you fawn over the cutest kids and their costumes, and he hears your happiness falter when anyone asks where your ‘big bad wolf’ is. 

you’re in the middle of explaining how piñon wasn’t feeling well to a little girl, and you hear a muffled bark. your head perks up in question, thinking you just imagined it, but then you hear scratches on the door. confused, you go to open the door and carlos comes slinking out to join you on the porch. 

his wolf is massive, when standing on four paws his head nearly reaches your chest, his coat is a silky coloration of a brown so dark it appears black, but in direct sunlight it radiates warmth. his paws are larger than your face and the claws he’s got on them are big enough to match. the little girl shrieks and hides behind her dad’s legs, and the dad backs them up off the porch frantically. 

“no, no, no,” you reassure them, and carlos tries to shrink his body behind your legs, whining lowly, “he’s friendly! i promise he’s a sweetheart, he’s actually pretty shy!” carlos skimpers behind you, quickly managing to shove himself under the outdoor couch, only allowing his head to peek out from underneath. the dad doesn’t quite believe you, and just apologizes and just ushers his daughter to the next house.

you sigh, and plop down a little forcefully on the couch. you hear carlos crawl from underneath the seat, and rise to a sitting position at your side, resting his snout on your lap. you look down and purse your lips at his wide, apologetic brown wolf eyes and raise your hand to give him a few pets. you question softly, “are you going to join me for the whole night?”

carlos blinks at you once. an eager grin spreads across your lips, “yay! aren’t you just such a good boy,” you tease sarcastically. carlos huffs, the force of his exhale swooshing your cloak, before he turns his back to you in dismissal. you laugh at him, and the next group of kids run up yelling for candy, and carlos tries to appear as small as he can so he doesn’t scare these ones away.

after the initial scare carlos caused, everyone seems fascinated at your “wolf-dog,” and how well mannered and amicable he is. carlos lets all the kids who are brave enough pet him, not snapping once even if they accidentally tug at his tail or ears, and sits incredibly still so he has no chance of accidentally crushing them. several dads even pause to give him a sturdy little dad-pat on his side, and inform you of how “that’s a good guard dog you got there, he takes a pat like no problem.” you even impress a few of the moms with how well trained you have him, and how he listens to all of your commands and can do many tricks (so far, the most impressive trick is having him harmonize to your voice with a howl). carlos preens silently next to you whenever little kids can’t help themselves from telling you how pretty you are (his tail thumping on the floor the only giveaway), and seethes when overzealous men and women try and hit on you (growls rumbling out of his chest). you brush off their advances and charmingly tell them, “i don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me cheating on him…especially in front of his dog,” with a disguised smirk. overall, carlos does so well cosplaying as your big bad wolf, that you decide to give him the present you planned all along. 

after the halloween celebrations die down, you and carlos return inside, and you lead the way up to the bedroom as he trots behind you. carlos shifts back into his naked human form, and you giggle and pull him into a hug.

“thank you, my love! everyone loved you tonight–you know you didn’t have to join me outside, right? i didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something you were–” carlos cuts you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek and dismisses your worry, “mi luna, i wouldn’t have gone out there if i did not want to, sí? i am happy i could make the night more fun for you, by playing your “big bad wolf.’”

you pull away with a small ‘aha!’ of remembrance and rush into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind you. carlos stares at the space you were just occupying and shrugs, figuring you have to pee really badly–considering you were sitting on the porch the whole night without a break– and that you’re probably changing out of the costume, before turning to the closet and pulling on clothes. 

he hears the toilet flush, and then the water runs for a minute too long–almost like you’re covering up any noises carlos may hear with his enhanced hearing, but he doesn’t think that you’d have anything to hide from him, anyways. you fling the door open excitedly, still in your riding hood, and pull carlos away from the closet and start dragging him downstairs. 

“ay–” carlos objects, “i don’t have a shirt on yet, mi amor! where are you rushing too?”

you don’t respond verbally, only glancing back at him with a cheeky smirk, and continue to lead him to the backyard. you drop carlos hand once you’ve stepped outside, shutting the sliding glass door behind you two. walking back to him, you stand in front of him–pausing as you stare into the warm depth of his brown eyes, before you take one step backwards. carlos automatically goes to parrot your movement, attempting to take one step towards you to eliminate the space, but you ‘aht-aht’ at him disapprovingly causing him to freeze. you press your hand against his chest near his clavicle and guide him to his original position. patting once with intention, you order, “stay.”

carlos’ eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. he allows you to back away from him, twitching towards you when your bare feet slip off the paved patio onto the grass. you come to a stop when you’re halfway into the yard. 

carlos calls out to you, confused, “amor? what’s this, i do not want to play fetch right now–”

“we’re not going to play fetch carlos,” you start, “we’re going to play a new game called chase.” carlos does his adorable head tilt at you, continuing to question your actions, “qué? i don’t know the game you are talking about, mi luna–wh-what-qué haces (what are you doing)?”

you unbutton the collar of the cloak, and spread the front open, from where you wrapped it tightly around your body, and reveal a matching set of the scantiest, laciest, and most mouthwatering red bra and panties. carlos is stunned to silence, mouth dropping open as his eyes fall to your exposed body. the way your smooth melanated skin is complimented by the rosso corsa-colored lingerie, the way you’re holding open the cloak to allow him to get his fill of your body, the way your hips seductively rock from one side to the other, the way the smell of your arousal begins to become apparent to his sensitive nose–before you abruptly wrap the cloak shut, tying the waistband tightly and shattering the moment.

“we are going to play a game called ‘chase’, carlito. where i run into the woods behind us, and you…chase me.”

carlos’ entranced state is shaken by his protective instincts, “qué? no, no! absolutely not. the woods are dangerous, mi amor–”

“carlosss,” you whine, “you patrol the woods every other week! you know there’s nothing that could hurt me out here, because you’ve already gotten rid of it. you’re going to give chase and you’re going to like it!”

carlos shifts anxiously, not fully persuaded, so you decide to not give him a choice, “ten minutes, love. after that, come catch me.” you turn and run into the densely packed woods, ignoring carlos’ exclamation for you to stop. he doesn’t suddenly appear and stop your disappearance into the forest, so that’s how you know the game is on.

your chest is already heaving from adrenaline and excitement as you run through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over rocks and fallen tree limbs. you pant and the nerves start to set in, not out of fear of what’s in the forest, but fear of giving carlos an easy chase. you stop suddenly and take a sharp turn, running for a minute that way before you circle back and run at a slight diagonal in the opposite direction, overlaying your scent to try and give some added time to your pursuit. running deeper into the woods, it begins to get darker, the only light source are the scraps of moonlight that manage to find a pocket to slip through. your eyes adjust to the reduced light level, pupils blown wide not only in necessity but also arousal, and you come to a halt again. you quickly slip off your red panties and hang them on the nearest branch, hoping that the wetness that’s already seeped into them distracts him from your true location. 

you start to traverse your way through an uphill part of the forest, exhaustion finally beginning to become apparent after that first rush of adrenaline–but then, a familiar howl cuts through the air; your time is up, and carlos is loose in the forest, hunting after you. reinvigorated, you continue running deeper and deeper into the trees, changing directions multiple times losing track of exactly where you’re going.

the wolf fucking losing it. you–his luna, his mate–are out in the forest he protects—his territory—inciting him into a relieving game of chase, allowing him to be just as uncontrolled as he wants in his pursuit of you. he’s quick to catch on your trail, seeing the way you’re rushed heavy steps in the start leaves an easy path for him to follow. and then, he notices you employed different tactics to delay him. he catches himself running in circles you intentionally plotted, and notices how your scent and foot-trail overlaps multiple times. and then, he can tell you switched from running with the full bottom of your foot and just on your toes for a moment to disrupt your trail. his breaths have started to mirror yours, forceful with the adrenaline from a good chase, and he freezes. he smells you.

he speeds up to a full run, paws thundering against the earth under him, loud and uncaring if you hear him coming or not, before he bursts through the trees where your scent is the strongest. but, you’re not there. the wolf whines disbelievingly, bringing his nose to the floor to analyze your scent trail before a glimpse of red catches his attention from the corner of his eye. he spins around swiftly, expecting it to be the swish of your cloak as you run from, but it’s not you.

it’s the damn red panties you kindly left behind for him. 

he rocks up on his hind legs to knock it off the branch to the ground, and presses his muzzle to the barely there fabric, inhaling your arousal deeply. an unhinged growl tumbles his way out of his chest, before it morphs into another full howl, letting you know how much he appreciates your present. carlos won’t be fooled by any more of your tricks again, and he takes off running.

you’ve taken a brief break from running, leaning forward with your hand against your knees as you catch your breath. it’s loud around you; bugs are buzzing and you can hear the hoots of several owls echoing through the forest. suddenly, it goes completely silent, quicker than a drop of a pin. you slam your mouth shut, quieting your inhales, and you slowly shift your stance into a running position, trying to use your hearing to tell what direction the wolf is coming from. you hear the rustle of a tree on your right, and you make to leap away into a run–but it’s too late. 

you’re caught, large hands around your waist and a leg sweeps your own out from underneath you and takes you to the ground. a scream of surprise escapes from your chest but is cut off with a heavy hand laying over your mouth.

carlos is looming over you, kneeled in between your legs, bare as the day he was born, chest heaving, and pupils wide from the thrill and pleasure of a successful hunt. “caught you. i could hear your little heart racing in your chest.” he boasts.

carlos removes his hand only to replace it with his lips, and the passion he bathes your lips with fragments your mind. you can only part your lips and let him ruin you as he pleases. his plump lips suckle on yours before his tongue begins an eager exploration of your mouth–a desperate moan falls from his lips into yours. one of his hands comes to grasp at the curls on your head, tilting you for a better angle; and you raise one of yours to grasp at his shoulder for stability, but carlos startles away. an animalistic growl rumbles through his chest in dissent, and he grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, and pins them above your head. 

you’re at a loss for words, unsure if you want to moan or plead to suck his dick, but carlos doesn’t give you a chance to decide. 

he allows himself one last soul-sucking kiss, before he presses nips into your cheeks and jaw, leading towards your neck. carlos buries his nose deeply into the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and takes an excessive inhale of your scent. dios mio. the way you smell. delectable and rich soaked with lust and the dregs of fear still clinging in the surroundings. he gets to smell this for the rest of his life. another growl erupts possessively, and you can only moan depravedly at the sound.

carlos continues to lavish kisses on his way down your body, bruising them into your skin before soothing over with a pass of his tongue. the hand in your hair releases, coming down to allow him to grasp at your chest, brushing over your nipples in a quick motion; the lace scrapes against them and the feeling is paralyzing. he tugs the rossi corsa bra underneath your breasts, and they spill out over the top in a manner so obscene it forces another moan out of carlos. he ducks his head again, to tease at your nipples with his tongue, alternating between flicking and sucking at them randomly. he ignores your hips are rolling up, attempting to get some friction, and your hands in his wrists flexing and tugging to escape. 

he frees your nipples from the assault of his lips, and starts sucking hickeys into your underboob with a pleased hum. the change in sensation and slight ache, has another scream bursting from your chest, it’s too much.

“c-c-carlos, c’mon! please, please—oh!” cutting yourself off with a gasp, as carlos abruptly pulls away, his large hand releasing your wrists,  to scooch down and bully your legs open with a free hand and shoves his broad tanned shoulders between your thighs. 

you’re dripping everywhere. the tops of your inner thighs are smeared with stickiness and you’ve created a wet spot on the cloak underneath you. a growl fully spills from carlos’ chest, shaking the air around you and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. he is an apex predator, you should at least be slightly terrified, but all you do is moan in response, more arousal leaking from you, and you start begging.

“carlos!p-please touch me! lobo mió—please, dont you wanna taste me? i want you to eat me,” you sob, “eat me out! you h-h-hunted me, take what you want!”

carlos laughs sharply at your obscenity, “oh? mi luna, you’re so bad, aren’t you? you should be scared of having my teeth so close to your pretty pussy, but here you are: begging, leaking, and your little hole winking and clenching at me, sí?”

you quickly agree, “yesyesyes, for you, for you, always. please carlos,” one of your hands flies down to grip at his hair and try and tug his mouth onto you. carlos snaps his teeth at you, and you quickly pull your hand away from his head, leaving it hovering in the air.

carlos growls, “don’t rush me, mi luna, i always take care of you, no?” you hum in agreement, both of your hands falling to your sides and gripping the grass next to you in anticipation.

carlos dips his head and swipes his tongue gently at your left inner thigh, and groans deeply. it’s your scent liquified; he licks his lips and smacks his mouth, savoring your slick. after that one sample he can’t help himself, he loses himself and makes it his personal mission to clean up every last drop of you that spilled. carlos’ mouth is sloppy, and he’s uncaring of how your thighs begin to shake in oversensitivity from the way his beard is scratching your thighs up, red lines appearing faintly on your brown skin. you start squirming away from his mouth, and carlos huffs, annoyed. 

his hands switch to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he pushes them upwards near your chest, and commands, “stop moving, mi amor, or i’ll stop completely.” you moan a soft breathy okay, and your moan pitches into a sharp gasp. carlos runs his nose up your cunt parting the lips, more wetness spreading, before he pauses at your clit; and deeply inhales your scent from where it’s the richest. you cry, half bewildered and half humiliated, at your boyfriend eagerly sniffing at your warmth.

carlos rumbles out, “mierda, mi luna. mmm, so sweet—i cannot wait. i have to get in you, sí?” carlos doesn’t wait for a response and presses two fingers inside you. a cry escapes you at the sudden stretch, but your scent doesn’t sour with pain—carlos continues. he rushes through stretching you; his fingers scissoring you open methodically, consciously avoiding your g-spot. the squelching noises coming from your cunt, has tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment, even though it’s fairly clear that carlos enjoys it. 

his fingers slide out a minute later, and that same hand reaches for his dick to begin spreading your wetness over it. carlos hisses, and with a clenched jaw, he asks, “mi amor—estas lista (are you ready)?” his body is now vibrating with the force he’s holding himself back with, waiting for your approval. 

your hands release the earth, blades of grass you ripped out of the ground falling from between your fingers, and motion carlos to come closer and lean over you, dwarfing your body completely, “yeah, lobo mio, fuck me.”

carlos whimpers, head falling to rest in your neck. his hand grasps tighter at the underside of your left thigh—a bruise forming already—and pushes it firmly to your chest, your right leg bends slightly and you press your knee to his hip, urging him forward.

carlos guides the head of his cock with a trembling hand to your cunt, and gently presses in. you sharply inhale, holding your breath, until the head pops in fully, causing both you and carlos to moan in pleasure. carlos continues sinking deeper within you as controlled and slowly as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. however, you’re completely gone already. eyes shut in bliss, mouth open, drool already leaking from the corner of your lips. carlos lifts his head to read your expression, and smirks, you’re so easy for him. 

he bottoms out, feeling how your walls squeeze him tightly, and flutter in desperation, like they can’t quite accommodate to his size. carlos waits patiently, chest heaving again from the strain of not taking you, and watches how you squirm underneath him, not knowing if you want to squirm away or closer. you adjust to his presence a handful of seconds later, and grind your hips up to feel the delicious drag of his dick inside of you. carlos’ eyes widen and a shocked groan escapes him before he rolls his own hips down to meet you. 

carlos sets a quick pace from the beginning, he can’t be bothered with building up his speed slowly—he has a claim to lay on you; and to any other being in this forest who can smell how alluring you are, you’re his mate.

moans are being punched out of your chest with every one of his thrusts, harmonizing with his matching grunts of effort. your back is sliding against the grassy floor, and your shoved up with every one of his deep thrusts, and you sink your nails into his back in pleasure, and carlos growls into your ear at the feeling. 

you manage to find words to praise your wolf, “s-so deep in me, carlos—yeahyeahyeah, deeper, baby, please—ah! faster, carlos, faster—“ and carlos does his best to fulfill your wishes; his mouth rests right next to your ear; his panting breaths, and moans only making you squeeze around him tighter.

he soon tires of your orders; he’s not doing his best if he hasn’t fucked the words out of you. carlos suddenly pulls out of you, and you cry out angrily with a furrowed brow, “no, carlos! don’t stop, what are you—“ and with a rough commanding tone, he interrupts you, “stop whining.” your mouth slams shut, the sound of your teeth clacking together mortifyingly loud, your eyes wide with shock.

carlos softens, patting at your hip gently to reassure you that he’s not angry. he then flips you over (cloak spread on the ground underneath you), up on your elbows and knees, and makes to mount you properly—like the wolf he really is. the air is thick, and with your back turned to him in such a vulnerable manner, adrenaline rushes through you again. carlos laughs down demeaningly at you, as your scent thickens even more with lust and smidge of fear. 

rattled at his amusement, you try to push up onto your hands and knees, but carlos automatically pushes you back down, with a heavy, hot and veiny hand scruffing you at the base of your neck. you moan out highly, as carlos forces you back down to your elbows. he releases your neck and smooths his hand down to the small of your back to deepen your arch just the way he wants, and to pull your hips up to match.

all he says is, “now, you stay, just like that—and be a pretty hole for me.”

carlos bullies his dick back inside you, and doesn’t allow you any time to adjust in the this new position. he roughly pounds into you, now only caring about getting his release—he’ll make you cum after he’s thoroughly enjoyed his prize for hunting you down.

carlos’ grunts are animalistic, and his thrusts are too fast for you to try and buck back against him to match his rhythm; all you can do is sit pretty and take what he gives you—just like he said. you can only ramble out four words in between your moans; ‘carlos,’ ‘full,’ and ‘too deep.’ carlos rumbles approvingly at your chanting this time around, and pulls your hips back even closer to dig as deep as he can, uncaring of how you're trying to run from his thrusts.  

your start babbling at the constant pressure and drag against your g-spot, he’s so deep, in this position, hitting areas he can only reach and causes your legs to give out. carlos’ hips don’t falter, as he catches you pulling you back up with a hand around your navel. and then his hips stutter in shock with a crude moan. he grabs one of your hands, causing you to fall flat on your face, head turned to the side with your cheek pressed to the cool red cloak—and guides it to your stomach and holds it there.

carlos resumes thrusting, and preens, “mmm, can you feel that, mi amor? i’m fucking you so deep—ah—you can feel it through your skin.” you can feel it, and the pressure from carlos pressing your hand on his own dick from outside of your body, has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. your legs go limp again, but carlos isn’t fazed; he continues to hold your body up for you. “so good for me,” carlos rambles, “mio luna—my mate.”

abruptly, you feel it. the press of his knot against you, and in a sudden moment of clarity, you start to beg. 

“—los! kn-knot, please! ‘arlos, breed—ahahah—breed me deep and full—oh!”

carlos gnashes his teeth, growling savagely, before he leans down and forcefully bites down at the back of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to remind you of his teeth for a few days. you shudder, air stolen from your lungs, and you have no choice but to cum. 

carlos feels the way your pussy flutters around him, failing to push him out with your release flooding your thighs, and how it continues to drag him deeper within you in a hypnotizing motion to milk him dry. carlos struggles to thrust once, twice, thrice more times with how tightly your cunt is gripping him and shoves his cock as deep in you as possible without allowing his knot to slip in, filling you up nice and good—breeding you just like you wanted. 

carlos rocks you two both through the aftershocks, ensuring his cum coats your insides thoroughly, only slowing to a stop when your combined release starts frothing at where the two of you are joined, and your hips start squirming away from him. he guides you back, sitting you on his lap, keeping himself inside you, as he rotates you to face him.

your makeup is ruined. mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks with the tracks of your tears, red lipstick smudged on your brown skin, eyes wide and still glassy with moisture. carlos swipes his thumb around your lips, fading the smudges as best as he can. 

you smile softly, and ask with a light tone, “wasn’t that fun, mi lobo?”

carlos can only laugh softly, and nod, “yes—i did not know that you would enjoy being bred on the forest floor that much.”

your cheeks flush again after they began to cool, and you smack carlos shoulder in embarrassment. your brow furrows, and your mouth drops into a pout, “why didn’t you knot me?”

carlos raises an eyebrow at you teasingly, “ah, sí! you were begging for it like whore—“

“carlos!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking, mi luna! of course you were begging, more like a slut for my knot than a bitch in h—“

“dios mio, carlos! your fucking mouth after you cum—jesus christ!”

he can only laugh harder, extra pleased at how he gets you to fluster so easily, even after he just railed you in the middle of the forest.

“ay, mi amor—i’ll stop, im sorry,” he starts still grinning cockily, “pero, i did not give you the knot you begged for so sweetly, because my rut is in three days, sí? and i can’t afford to bruise your pretty pussy with my hefty knot before then, no?”

you balk. carlos’s semi-annual rut is a force of its own, you're practically out of commission for a week after it, unable to close your legs from how raw it leaves you. his knot bruises your insides every time you take it, so he definitely made the smart decision by not folding to your cries of desperation.

the scent of the two of you's satisfaction permeates the air, intertwining with the smell of sex, and carlos can only lean forward to mouth at your neck to taste how well he took care of you tonight. 

“mmm,” carlos hums, “now—do you want me to carry you back to our den so i can finally get my mouth on you and clean you up, or do you want me to make another mess of you right here, mi luna?”

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[ladymarvel27]

Dog or Corpse? | Carlando | (II)

werewolf!Carlos x reader / vampire!Lando x reader

Part 1

f1 masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of little blood, knives, cuts, fangs. Werewolf transformation?

"You're speaking metaphors, right?" She finally spoke, after a long silence. Carlos softly places his hand on his chest and sighs in relief. He sits down on the couch and takes a deep breath.

“So, are you going to tell me?” She asks.

“What?”

“Why do you hate my project partner?”

“Because he is a vampire. He is posing threat on you. And I have sworn to protect you from him. I am a werewolf and you're my mate. It’s my duty to protect you from him."

She rolls her eyes at him. “I think you have a disease, Carlos.”

“What disease?”

“Lycanthropy! Do you think you are some wolf? And-and we are mated? Gosh, Carlos! You need help!”

“Trust me, I am not lying! And that stupid friend of yours is a vampire!”

“I trust you but-” and she heard bones cracking. His clothes had started to rip and the way those bunch of hairs grew on his body; she had to look away.

A few moments later she heard a soft growling. Her skin had turned pale and her body started sweating, not the way he always made her do, but this time in fear. She slowly turned around. In his place stood a huge black wolf with the same big brown eyes she adores. He held out his paw in front of her. Her hand slowly reached for the jacket and her phone on the table. She immediately grabbed them and ran out of the apartment. Her action caught him off guard and his hand was left hanging there, waiting for her touch, his jaw hanging.

He had to follow her. It was dark outside and she must be in danger. He followed her smell and found her, lying in the middle of the forest, completely passed out, with a little scratch on her head. He must approach her in his human form, maybe she will accept him.

He slowly nudges her body. She blinks and opens her eyes. “What the hell are you, YOU MONSTER!” She immediately snaps at him. Tears blur his vision hearing these words and he takes a step back. “Hermosa please li-,”

“Stay away!” She snaps. He threw his hands in frustration.

“If I wanted to harm you, I already had done it, Mariposa!”

Her face softens as she realises.

“So do you trust me that i won't pose a threat on you?”

She tries to get up and sighs in frustration. “Yes, I trust you.”

“Let me take you home.” She nods and takes his hand to get up.

“I love you amor. I am- we are mated. And I pledge to protect you from any kind of harm.”

“Carlos,” she breathes out softly, “So are you like my guardian angel?”

“No mi amor, I am your boyfriend, your lover,” his face lit up with a smile, his cheeks blushing madly“, And I-I desire to spend the rest of my life with you, Hermosa.”

“And Lando?”

“He is a bloodsucking monster, who wants your blood. He isn’t mortal like us.”

Her eyes widened, “So he will never die?”

“He can die if we stack his heart with a silver dagger.” A dagger goes through a man’s heart even if he did nothing wrong? “NO!” She blurted out loudly.

“What?” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion with her sudden response.

“It’s wrong to kill him. We don’t have any reasons. And how you’re so sure he is a vampire?” She inquired. He shifts and takes a deep breath. “Do you want a real proof?” She nods.

Lando cheerfully greeted her as soon as she opened the door. She gracefully greeted him back and led him to their study place. He looked around, probably checking if that scary boyfriend of hers was here today.

She side-eyes his face as he settles down on one of the chairs. His skin looks paler than what is natural, Carlos had told her, like life had been drained out of him. Lando’s face looks greyish, not the natural skin colour. Seems like all his blood drained from his face. He might look like he is scared, but he isn’t, his tone conveys it. It’s just his natural colour.

After a while, she brought up snacks for them. “Whoa! These are so big,” he commented on the sandwiches. She had made them bigger intentionally. When he opens his mouth wide open to take a bite, she notices his canines. They might not look noticeably like fangs, he might have them filled up so they aren’t easily detectable, but they will be very sharp, like mine. He had told her that Vampires have longer canines which are fangs to suck the blood. Carlos did have sharp canines like a wolf, but not long like a vampire has.

“Oops! I only have one cupcake left,” she spoke looking into the contents of her refrigerator.

“It’s okay,” he smacks his hands in the air.

“No, we can share,” she brings the cupcake in a plate with a knife and place the plate on the table. “I will cut it in two halves, then we both can get it. How’s that?”

“Fine for me,” he shrugs.

She slowly brings the knife but accidentally cuts her finger as she shrieks lightly. “Oh gosh!” A small stream of blood spurs out from the tip of her finger, in the usual bright red colour.

“Are you fine?” He asks, his voice laced with concern but he has his face turned away. Finally, if he gets startled by the bleeding of natural blood and reacts unnaturally, he is for sure a vampire, Carlos' voice kept echoing in her mind.

“Hey! Look at me!” She shouts at him but he keeps looking at the floor. She lifts his chin with all her force and shouts, “LOOK AT ME!” He finally lifts his chin and growls at her, his eyes have turned darker, almost pitch black like he had been possessed, and his canines had elongated into fangs.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

how would the best supernatural au writer on the app feel about a werewolf carlando x reader fic where Lando is the big cuddly baby and Carlos is the dominant personality in the relationship - like Carlos is the "Did you drink water" kinda dominantly caring (pretend theres a question mark, I can't put them in for some reason) rly hoping this makes sense - my tired brain isn't working :)

Werewolf!Carlando x reader

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Carlos always swore up and down that Lando and you would lose your heads if it wasn’t attached to your bodies. He never held it against you both; he knew that the two of you couldn’t help it, that it was mostly the ADHD and ADD but that didn’t stop him from worrying about the two of you any less.

Lando had always been the cuddly one in the relationship. Some part of him always had to be touching You and if you weren’t around then he had to be touching Carlos.

It had been one of those days Carlos left early in the morning to run some errands leaving you and Lando to fend for yourselves. Which meant that you and Lando would curl up on the couch together losing track of time watching some of your favorite shows and movies.

Lando had fallen asleep sometime while watching New Girl, he had his head lying on the middle of your chest while you often scratched his scalp in soothing circles. It alway lulled him to sleep scratching and the sound of your heart beating. It didn’t matter if it was you or Carlos it always put him to sleep.

You were so invested in your show that you didn’t even hear Carlos walking into your shared home. It was when Lando woke up from a dead sleep when you noticed that your other boyfriend was finally home.

Lando jumped up from the couch giving Carlos a kiss and hug, you did the same. Carlos pulled away and looked at the two of you.

“Did you both eat or drink anything today?” Carlos asked pretty much knowing that neither one of you remembered to.

With Scrunched eyebrows you looked at Lando who was looking at you.

No.

The answer was no you both had forgotten to eat or drink anything.

“No we did not”

“We’re sorry Carlos”

Carlos looked at the both of you knowing that both of you couldn’t help having ADHD and ADD.

“I’m not mad at you mis amores I promise how about I start dinner and you two tell me what you did that held your attention all day. how does that sound?”

Looking at Lando you see him looking at you with a smile telling you exactly what you needed to know.

“That sounds like a good idea” you said smiling at your boyfriend.

[weirdlookindog]

Paul Naschy in El retorno de Walpurgis (1973)

[leclercskiesahead]

Why did they call him this pls 😂

[theemporium]

What if werewolf!bf’s heat actually starts to sync up with when you’re ovulating?

I can totally picture werewolf!carlos convincing his girl that she doesn’t need to be on hormonal birth control because he can provide for a child now so there’s nothing to worry about

and she’s been on the pill since she was a teen so she’s never really gone through the hormone rush as an adult and he’s smirking to himself when she’s practically dragging herself along the floor

by the next month, he’s matched up and ready for her and then there’s puppies (lol) within the year

WITHIN THE YEAR? dear god that’s a bit soon, you don’t even get a chance to experience the fun part for long

like it’s werewolf!carlos who’s just big and beefy and warm and strong🫠he could just throw you around like nobody’s business, casually hooking one arm around your waist and dragging you to the bed with him because he’s insatiable and needy and this man seems really dominant but he’s ready to whimper and beg to fill you up

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers

Capwolf & the Howling Commandos (2023) #2

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

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.

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Carlos Dearmas

[ladymarvel27]

Live for someone | Carlos Sainz | (i)

Werewolf!Carlos Sainz x Witch!Reader

Summary: Years ago, you lost the love of your life. But when he has returned back, why is he hostile towards you?

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: Supernatural creatures, blood, injuries, mentions of smut, brief smut. English isn't my first language either, so apologies for errors if any.

A/n: What can I do? He gives off so much werewolf vibes that I had to write one.

Part 1 Part 2

Your eyes were heavily watered. He was standing in front of you, real and alive. For a moment, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

How It could be real?

You saw him disappearing into flames. The love of your life left you alone in this cruel cruel world. There was a strong bond between the two of you, despite being of different breeds. His big brown eyes always held his unconditional love for you.

But not today.

Today, his eyes held pure rage and hatred for you. You brought your hand forward to touch him, cup his cheek but it was soon dismissed on the way by his hand.

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped. Your smile dropped.

“Why, Carlos?” You asked as if you were begging.

“You are nothing more than a witch.” He answered as he walked away from you.

“I didn’t kill them.” You said, following him. “Those hybrids made it look like I did it. But I didn’t. The hybrids killed them.”

He was listening to you, his hands folded in front of his chest, but his eyes were down like he didn’t want to believe in anything you were saying.

You were searching for poison in the enemy's lair. You didn't expect yourself to run into someone you thought was dead.

The vampires had infiltrated and had been trying to take over your city. You thought they all were annihilated years ago when you had burned them to ashes with the same flames that had consumed the love of your life. Your destined mate, who has nothing but hatred for you.

You heard a distant foot approaching. He immediately grabbed you and locked both of you in a storage room. You were about to scream in pain when his hand was pressing on your shoulder. The footsteps outside faltered.  In an instant, he covers your mouth. You crossed your fingers to slow the volume of both of your hearts. He relaxes, removes his hands from you and moves away. The footsteps were now walking away and seemed to be gone. You allowed your heartbeats to be back to normal.

Suddenly, the door was banging. He immediately came in front of you in a protective stance. You know you and both his strengths combined will be negligible in front of whatever was banging the door.

Could this be your end? At least you were going to die alongside the love of your life. The love of your life who was filled with hatred for you.

The door broke down and opened, revealing a woman.

“Carlos!” It was your best friend. “Is this real?” She was the one in whose arms you cried when you thought your wolf-boy died. Your estimation was right because she was stronger than both of you. But, at least you were safe now.

“Yes,” was all Carlos could say.

“Y/n?”

“She is with me.”

“I am here,” You spoke. “I got a vial,” you pointed to the poison vial you had in your hand.

“Good job.” She turned to Carlos, “I hope you’re not a hybrid.”

“I am just a werewolf.” He replied.

She nodded. “Let’s get you both out of here.”

"I am going to get some groceries. Close the door behind, you two are the most wanted this time." You heard her saying to him before she left.

You took off your shirt. The open wound was throbbing with pain. It looked even more disgusting in the mirror. You didn't heal like that anymore.

You jerked when you made eye contact with him in the mirror as he entered the room. You immediately took a towel to cover your torso. "My apologies." He immediately apologised when he noticed you were shirtless and was about to leave until he noticed the wound. He came and stood behind you. Placing a hand gently on the wound, he asked, "Who did this to you?" You made eye contact with him. "The vampires." You replied. "And, did you see the injuries on your back?" You half turned to give it a look. "Lay on the bed." He ordered.

He closed the door behind him and came to you.

"How did you survive?" You asked out of nowhere. "Like how those vampires did. They captured me but didn't kill me." He answered. "They tortured me to near death instead."

"What else did they do?" You asked. "What else did you see?"

“They used to whip us with wolfsbane-coated whips.” He replied. “Some either died due to poisoning or due to brutal torture.”

"And he didn't, how lucky I am." You mumbled to yourself. "This wasn't your luck." He said and you jerked. You forgot he has superhearing. "I wanted to live. I knew if I were able to get out of there, a woman would be waiting for me." You turned to look at him. "But I expected you to move on." He removed his hands from your back. "You're done."

You got up to sit straight on the bed, wrapping a towel around your torso to cover yourself. “I never moved on.” He got up and opened the closet. He took out a button-up shirt. It was a powdered blue one. He always looked so good in them. He came near you and presented it to you. “Wear it.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re uncomfortable.” You sighed lightly and took it. You put it on and unwrapped the towel. The fabric when rubbed on your shoulder made you hiss.

“Are you fine?” He asked.

“Yes, just rubbing.” The wolfsbane whip. They must have left scars on him.

“Did you heal?” You asked.

“What?”

“The wolfsbane scars. They whipped you with wolfsbane-coated whips. Did they heal?”

He hesitated for a moment, but shook his head to answer, “No, they didn’t.”

“Show me.” You said but he started to walk away. You immediately grabbed his arm, “Please.” You requested again, trying to give him those puppy dog eyes, hoping that would make him melt.

You ran your fingers gently over his back filled with purple scars from wolfsbane. His breath hitched when a finger poked a little. Your eyes moistened. Why did he have to tolerate all this?

“Thank you,” you spoke up.

“For what?”

“For living for me.” You replied. “For tolerating all this torture just to survive. For me.”

“And thank you,” he turned around, “for waiting for me.”

“Carlos…” you moaned as you cupped his cheeks. He grabbed you by your waist to pull you closer. You grabbed him by his neck and closed the gap between him and your lips.

He pulled you onto his lap and his lips moved to your neck. You moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around his waist, with a tight grip of your hands on his shoulders to support yourself.

Your soft moans mixed with his loud groan as you both reached your climax. He collapsed next to you. You pulled over the duvet and turned over to close your eyes. Your eyes were too tired to keep open and your body was exhausted after the intercourse you just had with him. You heard him shuffling in the sheets. His one arm spooned you to his chest. He slowly kisses your eyes which lulls you into sleep.

Maybe he has forgiven you. All you need as confirmation is to hear those exact words from him.

A/n: Tell me in the comments if I should write a 2nd part. Thanks to @faithm120601 for continuing to write the supernatural fics or I wouldn't had the motivation to write this one, I've been trying to write these for the last 5 months. Also thanks to @samspenandsword and @saradika for the dividers.

[faithshouseofchaos]

My boys— ploy! Werewolf!Charlos x reader

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This sat forever because I could never write it 😭😭😭

Carlos , your sweet loving doting werewolf boyfriend. He always looked after you and Charles, your other werewolf boyfriend. It was the Qatar Grand Prix, the worst GP of the year. The heat was awful and to top it off you were on your period which sucked. You felt sick and weak like most of the drivers you hadn’t told the boys yet because you didn’t want them to worry. You were walking around the paddock with Charles' friend Joris. You both were headed to the Ferrari motor home where it was significantly cooler than being outside at the moment. You felt lightheaded and dizzy but assured Joris you were fine.

“I’m fine joris stop worrying” you brush him off.

“I kinda have to worry about you. Charles whines whenever something happens to you it’s sad really he’s a gone”

“I’m… I’m fine” you said as you blacked out.

You woke up in Ferrari hospital. You were laying in a dimly lit room. It felt like someone was holding your hand. Charles, Carlos and Joris hovered over you, you were hooked up to a few machines. Their heads bobbed as a nurse spoke.

She spoke in a light accent, “she’s awake, thank god. Your the closest people to her aren’t you?” The boys nodded at each other and then back to the nurse, “yes, we are” Charles spoke softly “what happened?”

The nurse spoke softly “the heat and period just caught up to her, she lost a lot of blood. She’s stable we just want to run some tests before we release her, she will have to take it easy. Oh and make sure she’s not left on her own for the next few days”

The boys nodded at the nurse before she left. Carlos rubbed your hand and looked at you, he kissed your forehead. “I’m so sorry I should have made you drink water or I should have taken you somewhere cooler” Charles spoke up “it’s my fault as well, I let you wander around and didn’t bother to make sure you were okay”

“Guys it happens its okay” you reassured the two of them

They both looked at you “are you sure your okay?” Carlos looked at you with those eyes, which you never could say no too. Charles was slightly more reluctant but he too felt worried.

The boys both took one side of your bed and they sat with you, Joris had left the hospital as he wanted to let the boys look after you. Carlos and Charles both stroked your hair and rubbed your hand. They didn’t let you say a word, both were focused on your comfort and wellbeing.

They both laugh as Carlos says “of course we can cuddle, we’ll spend the rest of the evening just looking after you” Charles nods in agreement as he adds “we won’t leave your side”.

The boys both look at each other as they lean closer to your face. They both kissed you on the forehead. They continued to stroke your face and keep you close to them and their touch. Charles speaks to you again as he strokes your hair “we love you we’re never going to let anything happen to you”.

Carlos kisses your hand as he speaks “I know this day has been stressful and painful for you, let us take care of you and make sure your good” Charles adds “your safety is the most important thing to us, we will always protect you”.

Charles moves his body closer beside you. He leans into you and speaks “your safety, you being well and happy. That’s all we need” Carlos gives your hand a light squeeze. “We will always keep you safe and look after you no matter what”

“My boys” you said smiling before drifting off to sleep.

[weirdlookindog]

Curse of the Devil (El retorno de Walpurgis, 1973) - VHS cover

[ro55ocorsa]

I was gonna draw something more substantial for my Charlos AU where Carlos is a werewolf for Halloween, but university is kicking my ass, so take this quick doodle of Were-Carlos eating something he shouldn’t have instead.

[theemporium]

I can picture werewolf!Carlos almost looking like a Newfoundland when he’s in his wolf form - big and thick with a ton of fluffy dark hair

and because he kinda looks like a regular dog, sometimes he decides to go out with you in wolf form

except he’s the most jealous creature alive and whenever guys come up and ask to pet him as a means to flirt with you, he’s immediately growling really low under his breath, trying to block you with his body, to the point where a lot of them wind up saying “geez, lady, train your dog”

of course, those guys are baffled when some little kid wants to pet him and he’s an absolute teddy bear, nuzzling into their little cheeks and giving them slobbery kisses and smiling with his tongue out when they do that cute baby giggle at the giant puppy

HOWLING😭he seems like this really big, aggressive dog whenever someone approaches you to flirt. he’s literally not above snapping his teeth a little until the dude gets the point

but with everyone else? the best goddamn dog about😌and he just loves it when you praise him, when you run your hands through his fur as you’re talking to some parents like, “yeah, he’s an amazing dog. best guy ever. so sweet and caring and the cuddles are amazing” because hell fucking yeah his cuddles are amazing

[willboland]

Some spooky doodles feat Charlos & Chestappen ✨