#carlos olivera x reader

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

《𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚: 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨》

Carlos fucking you so good to the point your brain turns to mush and you feel like you have no control over your body. You just feel the pleasure coursing through your veins, back arching, brain numbing, white hot pleasure. It feels so good, you just have to-

“Oh shit!” Carlos groans as you bite his shoulder. His thrusts don’t falter but instead get faster.

“Bite me again sweetheart, do it again.” Carlos pleads between pants. You bite him again, this time harder. Carlos throws his head back as he cums inside you, the feeling of his cum flooding you triggers your own orgasm.

Maybe you should bite him more often.

[anothermeforcompany]

I wanna be that zombie

RE bois with Zombie!Reader that just wants to live in their tiny house in peace? Please?

RE Lads Reacting to Chill-Zombie!Reader

Leon Kennedy

You could have all the warning signs and barbed wire in the world around your little zombie house and Leon would still manage to bumble his way through your front door, yelling at you like you're the reason he's there.

He'll see that you're a zombie and instinctively round-house kick you into your tiny makeshift kitchen. He's about to rip the basil you were growing out of its pot when he notices how nice your little zombie house is. It was definitely better than his ratty apartment. Leon will have a small crisis of faith as he finally considers getting a bed frame.

Chris Redfield

Sees the words 'DON'T OPEN, DEAD INSIDE' on your little house and takes that as some kind of challenge. Surely whoever wrote that warning didn't mean him, what's the worse that could happen if he kicked in the door?

Off the door comes from its hinges, while Chris sweeps your one-room home with the barrel of his gun. He can't help but think to himself that this is a suspiciously nice zombie house. As his gaze reaches the last corner of your house, he spots you perched on your neatly made zombie bed, crocheting a little zombie blanket (even dead people need hobbies). When you continue to crochet awkwardly, albeit a bit slower than before, Chris decides he's made a terrible mistake, and backs out nervously, attempting to put the broken door back in its place as he leaves.

Carlos Olivera

He'd read the warning on your house as 'DON'T DEAD, OPEN INSIDE' and would still be like "This sign can't stop me; because I can't read!".

Deciding that the door would be too obvious of an entryway, Carlos instead sails through your window, knocking something over in the process. When he gets up, he sees you, a little zombie, sitting at a small breakfast table, watching the news on a grainy, antique TV. Carlos follows your gaze to his feet, where he sees the now-destroyed pie you had left to cool on the windowsill. Carlos is heartbroken as he remembers the pies his Abuela used to bake. Saddened at seeing your hard work go to waste, Carlos jumps into action. "Don't worry," he says "I can fix this!". He gets to work in your little kitchen and in no time at all, a new pie is in the oven. Afraid of breaking anything else, Carlos apologises one last time before he leaves, and you smile delightedly back at him.

Albert Wesker

For whatever bullshit reason he has to hide somewhere and decides the little, highly-defended cottage you live in would be perfect.

He slams your front door shut behind him, huffy and sweaty before he notices a surprisingly well-kept zombie nestled in an armchair, reading a book. Enjoy a healthy dose of silent, prolonged eye contact, until Wesker takes a look around the quaint, bombed-out hovel that you've made for yourself. Assuming you can speak, he's gonna have a lot of questions. They mostly center around if you would like to kindly enter this luxurious iron-barred box he keeps at all times... No, it's not a cage, it just looks like a cage! And no, the armed men with tranquilizer darts aren't here to hurt you, he promises!

Ethan Winters

Considering this man's luck, he'd probably come crashing in through your ceiling, groaning and cussing as he lands in a heap on your threadbare carpet.

Ethan sees that he's just fallen into your zombie house and wonders for a moment why bad things only seem to happen to him. But he struggles to get up after landing on his ankle. Steadily, you pull up a chair for him and make him a coffee, which was probably the most appetizing thing Ethan has had shoved in his face lately, so he drinks it. And it's not bad coffee either, maybe you used to work in a Starbucks. You and Ethan sit in amicable silence while he finishes his drink, thanking you quietly before hobbling out the door. He turns back as he leaves your garden and you send him off with a little wave. You were definitely a nice zombie.

[harpsinfinity]

Hi can i have re men finding out you have a choking kink can i have telling re men u have a choking kink can i ask for their hands on readers neck can i have choking but not too hard can i have a

are you okay????

smut !!

Piers, he was always so gentle and loving with you. Especially in bed, he wouldn't dream of hurting you. He was always asking if you're okay, if he can keep going (he's basically a cutie pie)

He changes his mind when you move his hand to wrap around your throat while he's fucking you at the slow and gentle pace he usually takes. Feeling the way you clench and drool around him, coating his cock in more sweet slick

His lips instinctively speeding up, rutting into you like no tomorrow

After that, he isn't so hesitant to go ahead and apply the pressure. When he gets that reaction from you, why would he be?

"is this okay?"

"can I keep going?"

"fuck, you're so beautiful"

Honestly, you were too scared to tell Carlos that you wanted his hand around your neck. Worried he'd say no, or even shame you for it. It made you feel dirty

It was when he had you kneeling on the bed, doing the same behind you as his fingers worked at your clit, earning keens from you before they stuffed your slick hole

his other hand was occupied at your chest, fingers thumbing and pinching at your puffy nipples, soon his hand starts to wander upwards. The touch feather-light at first, until you can feel it wrapped around your throat

At the same time, his fingers crook up to press at your sweet spot. You clench around him hard, cries of delight spilling from your lips, stars spotting your vision

his fingers tightened around your throat just a bit more, your hole gushing around his digits and spraying them in sweet slick

"damn..you like that, huh?"

Leon already knew that you liked him choking you, using it to his full advantage in bed

He wants your eyes on him? Hand around your neck. he knows it makes the effect of your orgasm increase by a tenfold

Currently, you were on all fours, Leon rutting into you like he'd never get to again. The sound of skin against skin filling the room

His fingers trail up the length of your spine as the fat head of his cock slams meanly against the gooey spot inside you that had you melting beneath him

his digits find their way around your neck, using it as leverage to lean against you, chest flush against your back to deliver the most toe- curling, stomach flipping comments into your ear

His hand momentarily squeezed at your neck, resulting in your walls clamping down on him as if it'd be a tragedy if he pulled out, moans and whines accompanied

"such a dirty fuckin' girl..but all f'me, right?"

You and Chris accidentally discovered this little kink of yours

In missionary, legs hooked over Chris' shoulder as he thrusted into your heat. Hard and slow.

Through the fog that clouded his brain, consumed by pleasure and the need to make your come, he moved his hand

He swears, he meant to place it next to your head. Though, it ended up wrapped around the column of your neck. He didn't even realise until he heard a particularly noisy moan come from underneath him

It was like a switch inside you had been flipped

The way his big, rough hand curled around your neck was nothing short of maddening. A throaty groan gracing Chris' lips as you desperately clenched around him, pleas spilling from your spit coated lips

"please, harder, please"

Instantly, his hips moved in a frenzy with moans coming from the both of you

"oh fuck- could've just asked if that's what you wanted"

[neptvnes-melody]

WHY IS THERE SUCH A DROUGHT ON CARLOS FICS???

[sanjismywhore]

Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

Insecure! Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Warnings: Nsfw/suggestive, gn reader, short fic

Carlos is insecure about his dad bod, but you provide reassurance.

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Laundry basket in hand, you quietly tip-toed around the house picking up dirty clothes along the way. As you entered your bedroom, you were about to bend down to pick up a couple of shirts. You paused your motions once you noticed Carlos standing in front of the full-length mirror, in the corner of the room.

He stood shirtless, turning to the side occasionally as if searching for markings on his skin. His hands roamed over himself absently, as he always did when he was in the process of shaving off a few pounds.

He glanced out at you through a reflection that distorted his face. “Hey,” he greeted in a low voice while continuing to inspect himself intently.

“What are you doing?” you asked after a few moments of him just staring and examining himself in silence. However, he gave you no response. He just continued to stand there.

His shoulders drooped a bit as he let out a soft sigh, almost like he was sulking. You couldn’t see his face in the reflection because of the way he was positioned, but you could tell something was off.

You stepped forward to set the laundry basket on the floor beside him. He didn't appear to hear you until you spoke again. “You alright?”

He slowly turned to face you with an expression of disappointment. “I’ve been putting on some weight.” He muttered with insecurity laced all over his voice, “Can you tell?” He asked anxiously, gesturing to his chest and stomach, indicating which part of him seemed larger, heavier.

But you didn’t see much of a difference. Sure, his muscles weren’t as defined as they used to be but they were still there. Only softer. Most of the weight he gained went to his chest and abdomen, so there were light stretch marks along his upper and lower body.

Still, it wasn't super obvious, and he looked good. He still had the physique you liked. Broad shoulders, a big chest, and an ass that was always worth checking out. A little tummy never hurt nobody.

“You look good, Carlos. Don’t fret over the small stuff.” You reassured, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I just… want to look more like my old self.” He sighed, “I used to look strong, and it made me feel like I could do anything.” His eyes drifted from your face as his voice grew softer. “But now… I’m not as active as I used to be. I feel like some paunchy loser.” He made his point by grabbing a fold of skin and looking more depressed than ever.

You grabbed his hand, “I don’t think that.”

You emphasized firmly by squeezing his hand gently. “Carlos, it’s been years since Raccoon City. We’re getting older, you’re body won’t stay young and fit forever. If you wanna get back in shape, by all means, go for it. You can do anything if you put your mind to it.”

You lifted one of your hands to caress his cheek in your palm,” But no matter how much time has passed, I will always love you no matter how you look.”

You interlocked your fingers with his, “And I will always find beauty within you." You made a promise, "Even when the wrinkles start creeping in, even when you get scruffy and gray. There is beauty in you, I see it every day.” You assured with conviction.

His gaze fell from your face to the floor. His eyebrows furrowed together, his forehead creased slightly. Your heart ached for him as you stared into those sad brown eyes.

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he could hear the sincerity in your words. So you kissed him on the forehead instead of speaking, hoping that would convey what you wanted to say better than words. Your lips lingered against his forehead, brushing softly against his warm skin.

Pulling him closer, your lips drifted all over his skin. From his temple to his jawline, then the bridge of his nose. Your kisses trailed down to his neck.

Carlos went rigid. He didn’t respond at all. Not until you reached the bottom of his chin and brushed his beard with your thumb. Then, finally, his lips parted.

“Still think I’m sexy?” He broke his silence with a cheeky remark.

“Always.” You smiled before trailing your fingertips across his chin and up to his lips. “Dad bods are a total turn-on.” You added.

Carlos laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a strong kiss. You smiled against his lips as your fingers danced through his hair, tugging at it lightly. “God, we haven’t had sex in a while.” You muttered between kisses.

He groaned against your lips. “I know.” He began planting kisses down your jaw, “I haven’t been asking 'cause I thought you wouldn’t want me…” His teeth grazed your earlobe, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses behind.

Your breath hitched as you grabbed his shoulders, “Are you kidding? Carlos, I will always want you.” When he pulled away, you moved closer and attached your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin. You felt his body stiffen and shiver beneath your touch. “Just thinking about you makes me want you.”

You mumbled humorously against his neck as you continued to suck on the spot, eliciting a moan from him. He tightened his grip around your waist, “Yeah? You mean it?”

“Yes.” You pressed a kiss against the side of his face, “I want this to be about you. It’s all about you.” You punctuated each sentence with a small kiss. “You’re my whole world.”

Carlos pulled away, placing both hands on your cheeks and pressing his lips against yours for a slower, more sensual kiss. You moaned softly and wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers with his soft, curly locks.

He held you close and deepened the kiss. Eventually, you started grinding into him in a manner that made him whimper a bit. “Want me to take care of you?” You asked when you finally broke apart, stroking his cheek gently. He nodded.

You took him by the hand and lead him over to your bed. You crawled onto your knees as you situate Carlos under you. He laid back, letting you straddle his hips. You leaned down and gave him open-mouthed kisses along his jaw while your hands cupped his pecs.

With every touch, he bucked his hips upwards and pushed into you harder. He arched his back in pleasure as you continued to kiss his neck. “You're so sexy," you said as you trailed wet kisses down his torso. "I wanna fuck you all night long." You whispered.

His hands moved down your back to rest below your ass. He massaged the flesh underneath his hand as he pressed his body upward. You can feel his hardening cock he is as he ruts against your clothed mound.

You leaned over him, resting your forearms atop his chest to keep yourself upright. You gazed down into his face. His dark eyes glimmered with passion. “Please… please fuck me, baby.” Carlos pleaded quietly, moving his hand from underneath your ass to grab the hem of your top.

You obliged, quickly pulling the shirt up over your head, tossing it aside, and slipping out of your pants. You crawled back over his bare torso and placed gentle kisses down his chest and his stomach.

He shuddered a bit as your lips found their wait toward his navel. Carlos’s body felt hot against your skin. Your hands gripped his thighs tightly as you made your way lower and lower. All he could do was watch as you pressed your face against his erection.

You kissed his tip through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a soft groan to escape his lips.

Carlos’s eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back as he tried desperately to control himself. He couldn’t help but let out a few whimpers when you started rubbing circles over his dick, making him arch his hips up to meet your lips.

“God, (name)…” He groaned desperately, “Please…” A small whimper escaped his throat.

Your hands slid up to firmly hold him down, smirking against his length. “Shh, baby. I have you. Just relax for me, alright?” You cooed, curling your fingers around the waistband of his boxers. Effortlessly, you slid them down enough for his throbbing cock to spring out.

You licked your lips, staring down at his gorgeous dick that stood proud. Your tongue swiped over his tip, teasing it for a moment with multiple swipes over its slit.

A ton of pre leaked from his tip, dripping slowly down to land on your tongue. You brought your hands up to cup his balls and rolled the head of his shaft between your fingers.

As soon as you squeezed them tight enough, his body arched off the mattress. “Fuck, don’t tease me like this. Please, baby…” he begged through clenched teeth.

You looked into his eyes as you finally sucked his tip into your mouth. A loud grunt escaped him, which only served to increase your lust.

Carlos’s hand slipped into your hair, holding it tight as he tried to remain silent. He watched your face intently, trying his best to ignore the intense sensation of your throat closing around his cock. As you continued to swallow him whole, you bobbed your head up and down with every thrust.

“Baby…” The sounds coming out of his mouth were so needy. They sounded desperate. They were laced with pain. You wanted to soothe him. You wanted to give him everything.

“Don’t stop…” Carlos pleaded. “Please.” You swallowed him whole as his hips lifted gently off the mattress. You had to hold him down firmly so that he could stop squirming, but eventually, you came up for breath.

Carlos gasped a little and whined at the loss of your mouth. “No…” He gave you a look of desperation.

You leaned over him once again, smirking as his cock twitched for you. “Don’t worry, I said I’ll take care of you.” You whispered huskily against his lips.

You kissed him passionately as you mounted his hips, grinding your hips over his cock. He growled lowly as you ground harder and faster.

“(Name)...” He groaned, his head falling back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He opened his legs wider so that you had more access to him. You could feel his cock pulsating against your entrance.

He bucked his hips upward, trying to get as much friction in between your thighs as possible. “Come on, baby. Fuck me.” He whimpered, holding onto your hips and looking up at you for permission.

“So needy.” You chuckled. Leaning forward, you kissed him deeply and took him inch by inch. When he bottomed out, he moaned loudly and his head fell back against the mattress.

“That’s right baby.” You whispered between kisses as you rocked against his length, “I know you love this.”

[ivylation]

Carlos definitely throw cringey pick up lines at you during sex causing you both to laugh

You lay out your back, legs on Carlos’ shoulders as he rams into you at an ungodly speed eyes rolling behind your head and you let out whimpers and moans as his tip touches the soft part inside of you, hes letting out low grunts as your walls squeeze around him “fuck baby” he groans as he admires you “if you were words on a book you’d be fine print” he says in a low voice, realizing what he said he slows his pace to an almost stop. Your face is bright red in embarrassment and you use your hands to cover your face and you start to giggle “whaaat “ he whines “it’s true though” he shrugges still moving his hips. You’re still laughing and he couldn’t help but laugh a little too, he leans down to kiss your chest “ you’re adorable” he hums into his beard tickling “but you’re gonna have to get pay for laughing at me” he grumbled moving you hands away from your face gripping your wrists in one hand “it’s gon’ be a long night sweetheart.”

[madsfrank]

'*•.¸♡ 𝕬 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖓 ♡¸.•*'

-ˏˋ Directory ˊˎ -ˏˋ AU ˊˎ -ˏˋ Pt.2ˊˎ -ˏˋ Pt. 3ˊˎ

Pairing II Cowboy! Carlos x Fem! Reader

SFW II Angst, Fluff, City themed reader,

WC II 799

Content II x reader, country motif, ranch, farmland

Synopsis II Living with your relatives in the country wasn’t going to be easy. Your nearest neighbor was a rancher a few miles down and better yet, her cows constantly got loose on your property. Maybe the only plus side was the young ranch hand who came to retrieve them.

Ever since you could remember, you lived in the city. At least around it. Surrounded by fast food and phone service centers, you found yourself living life from strip to curb.

Being a freshman in collage on summer break, you found yourself back at home. This year, many of your friends had moved on to forming or apartments. The ones who stayed at home found themselves tied up visiting relatives or clubbing with new found freedom. You weren’t completely left out, however. No, your parents had arranged a surprise for you.

Two months in the backwoods of Montana. After all, Aunt Clara and uncle Mike had been dying to visit you.

At their 90 acre ranch.

You were comfortable at home. Sure, you he nothing against the country. But you did have something against getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to feed chickens led by the rooster of your nightmares.

No, you liked the country. It was just….mucky. You’ve been to the ranch before when you were a young kid. You don’t remember much about the ranch, just how some cattle carried you a few miles out. Some boys found you and brought you back.

You do remember stopping in their home, they had to clean you up a bit after the cows dragged you through the mud. You remember the sensations of warm rags against your skin and the voice of a woman gently scolding you for running back with the cows.

These memories are soon brushed away. Swept out of your mind by the facts of packing up your clothes and leaving your home. You weren’t upset to leave your parents, you needed a new view. But, you weren’t sure if a trip back to the country was the change you needed.

As you found yourself packing your bags, you wondered if those neighbors still lived there. You didn’t remeber much. However, you wondered if all seven of the brothers still lived there. You used to talk to a few of them as a young child. You don’t remember their names much, maybe…was it, Carson? No. You chose not to think much about it.

You were to be taken to the airport. Your relatives would be waiting for you at Harlowton Airport. From there it was a direct trip to Wheatland County. That was another thing you didn’t care for in the country. The county names…Wheatland…Carbon?

Your parents drove you in. The whole time giving you warnings on what to do, who to avoid, who to trust. You were in collage, but they still treated you this way. They probably always would.

When you touched down, you quickly managed to find your folks. They were still very sweet, asking questions about your major and your parents. You forgot how nice their hospitality was.

Their home was a county away and on these country roads, the drive seemed to go on forever.

The house was still how you remember. A long one-story farmhouse, grey with use. Smoke still billing from its long chimney. House tended by a few ranch hands.

The land was still impeccable. Long open territory with Morgan horses heavy with years of hard labor and tough skin.

Your family only kept horses, goats, and chickens. But my, was there hundreds to watch over. You had your work cut out for you upon arrival. Even out the window of the car door, you could see all of the coops and barns which lined the acres.

Your relative’s home reminded you of a certain pre-cut ranch house you knew from some old story when you were younger.

They had a spare room kept for you. Mostly plain wooden interior with a few tapestries. A cows hide sprawled across the floor.

It smelled like a ranch. That and the faint scent of supper. Corned beef and mashed potatoes. Your family always ate hearty.

You managed to unpack a few bags of clothes and toiletries before you were called into the kitchen. You helped serve the food along with you uncle. The three of you found yourselves lose in talk. You asked when you could visit the horses, what their names were, and what you would help do.

As your night came to a close. Your family asked you pick a movie. They wanted to see what people in the north enjoyed. It was calming, they gave you tea and a blanket and the three of you relaxed for a while. Waiting for the morning tasks to be at hand.

Your first day there had gone well and when you woke, you could visit the horses and livestock. You were definitely excited to meet the silver turkoman in her stable and the chickens in their coops. Life was gonna be much different for the next couple of months.

≪ °❈° ≫ Authors note: I hid a reference in here…comment if you find it! ≪ °❈° ≫

[alliept2]

Carlos Olivera x reader (lowkey filler. Might fix this/ develop better later.)

Bg info: fall of raccoon city but AU where it just goes on for longer. Carlos saves you and you eventually smash.Anyways sorry for the abrupt ending this is kinda filler not my best work nglllll. Also sorry I said I was going to write that other stuff but Chris is on my mind baddd Okok I’ll get your stuff done I promise. I LOVE CARLOSSSS also CW: Overstimulation, rough oral, slightly bad writing, typos, and CORNY ASS DIALOGUE BUT IF YOUVE PLAYED RE3 YOU KNOW CARLOS IS A CORNY MF OKKK THIS IS IN CHARACTER IK HOW TO WRITE DIALOGUE KAY THANKS GO BE NASTY!

It’d been a few weeks since the city “fell” per se. Luckily for you, you’d lived a pretty sheltered life before everything went down and retained your comforts. Since you had a backup generator, a good food supply, and an amazing security system, You could stay comfortably holed up in your high rise apartment, looking down on the chaos whenever you grew bored of reading or watching old videos.

That was until you ran out of food.

At first you’d just decided to wait it out a bit longer. Surely the government would intervene or maybe the outbreak would fizzle out on its own. However as the days dragged on it became increasingly obvi that was not going to happen.

Soon hunger became very familiar to you. A hunger you’d never known before. Debilitating,hopeless, frustrating hunger that made you grind your teeth at night as the hole in your stomach grew relentless. Finally, you decided to gear up with a kitchen knife and bookbag in search of a grocery store or something. (As if you’d really had any other options.) You soothed yourself by reasoning a lot of zombies were killed by other survivors. After all, most of the people you’d met in raccoon city were pretty capable of self defense, you had to be in a city like this. Before you could dwell on that thought long enough to reconcile with the grim reality of most of your peers being dead, you stepped out of your apartment and ran downstairs. Of course you'd chosen the daytime, not like the zombies had a preference but you’d prefer to at least see them coming.

Fortunately most of your trip was uneventful. If the infected were even around, you couldn’t hear them. The city was completely and utterly silent. Not the peaceful kind you’d longed for during rush hour though. A deep oppressive silence that you hear in the eye of a storm, pressing against your eardrums and crushing you with dread. You were careful because of this. After every step or so you looked over your shoulder, keeping your hand tight on the hilt of your knife. Lucky you, you’d managed to almost get all the way to the store before seeing a small group of undead.

Never had you seen anyone or anything as clearly as you saw your first infected. Not a single detail of their features escaped you; but you couldn’t hear them at all and it was hard to believe it was really happening. Even now you could flawlessly recount the way their bodies jerked and spasmed, their erratic, stiff movements due to the infirmity of decay. It was so hideous yet also deeply fascinating. In fact you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of sympathy for their condition. Their jaws were slack and their eyes invisible among nests of blood and frayed muscle but if you had to guess based on the groans they periodically released, they were probably in pain.

You’d stood there helplessly, blind to the very real possibility of harm. To you this was surreal, your morality foreign. In your mind this was a movie and you were the protagonist completely invulnerable to harm. As they grew nearer, hungrily lurching at you, your body ignored your increasingly urgent commands to move. As if you’d been severed from yourself completely and were now watching your soon to be demise from somewhere else. Well, maybe you were the main character after all because abruptly the infected begun to shriek and collapse. It took you a split second to register the fact that someone was shooting then instinctively you ducked. You could hear again but wished that wasn’t the case for a bit longer. The disgusting splat sound their bodies made as they hit the ground, the animalistic screams, and gunfire was a mix of sounds you’d never thought you’d hear.

You didn’t know how long you crouched there pitifully with your hands over your head, but eventually a slightly intimidating man grabbed your elbow and jerked you to your feet. His appearance was rugged, to put it kindly. He was much taller than you with thick shoulder length hair you found yourself fantasizing about pulling- gross. This was basically a stranger, you reminded yourself to keep in line and stop letting your eyes wander to his muscles.As gorgeous as he was, no one had the right to jerk you around like that.. But before you could complain about how roughly he’d handled you, he demanded you follow him into a nearby building- a school he’d crudely repurposed as a shelter.

That was how you’d met Carlos. It’d been about a week now but you two hadn’t spoken much since then. You stayed with him in the shabby, haunted feeling schoolhouse. The two of you slept in the front office he’d turned into a bedroom by rearranging cabinets in front of the doors, boarding up windows, and putting together beds from the nurses office.

Of course you’d asked him to escort you back to your place rather than life here with him but his only response had been a blank stare. You hadn’t brought it up again.

It wasn’t like he was holding you hostage; you could leave whenever you liked. However he was often gone, scavenging for the both of you and you were too cowardly to go out alone. Plus you didn’t have the courage to defy him openly when he was around. He seemed to pick up on this and respected you even less for it. He treated you like a stray that he’d taken in- a burden. Only interacting with you when he threw plates of rations by your bedside or asked you to lock up on his way out. Since you weren’t really pulling much weight around here it was hard to resent him for that. Still, it was a bit lonely. Sure you’d been lonely before but with someone so close it felt ridiculous not to take advantage and connect. If this was what companionship would be like you’d be better on your own, even if it meant not being catered to anymore.

On perhaps the seventh day you’d had enough of being iced out. The next time he came home from an exhibition you didn't even let him unload all the food and supplies before you started reprimanding him.

You shot up from bed and met him in the middle of the room. He already seemed surprised that you were interacting with him before you even opened your mouth. “Why would you even bring me here just to ignore me- and treat me like an inconvenience. Thank you for saving me but I think we can both agree it’s best for me to just go home.”

You folded your arms in front of your chest as you watched him drop his things on the nearby table. He smiled a little, amused you’d finally had the courage to call him out for something. Though it was clear you weren’t an actual challenge to him he was proud you’d stood up for yourself at least.

“I’m not ignoring you.” He shrugged, “just not much to talk about. I also stay pretty busy, gorgeous.”

Taken aback by his audacity, your nose scrunched with disgust. “And you’re flirting with me now? Seriously?”

He laughed and winked at you, looking more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. Now it was obvious he wanted to talk to you, but he was just too awkward to make conversation himself. Shame on you for mistaking his nerves for anxiety. Though the unspoken barrier was gone now, and he was brazenly trying to pick you up.

He could at least take your complaint seriously.

“I’m serious.” You reasserted, “I want to go home.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender with an arrogant grin that made you want to punch him. “I’m not stopping you.” He chuckled and then sorting the new supplies he’d brought in.

You scoffed. “You know what I mean. Take me home.”

He rolled his eyes. “You seriously think you’d be alright out there without me?” His grin widened as your silence reaffirmed his point. Carlos gave you a charged glance over before he continued. “Living with me isn’t that bad, you can’t say it is. Just stay. We can even start a family together if you’re so bored; Raising our kids, repopulating humanity— bet that’d keep you busy.”

You had no response for something so crude and audacious so you simply stomped back to bed with a frustrated groan. If he wasn’t so annoying about his flirting the offer would’ve actually been appealing. But your choice to go back to bed shut down your argument. You both knew he was right, you needed him.

Unfortunately your little outburst opened the floodgates. Enabling him to flirt with you shamelessly any opportunity he got. Blowing kisses or checking you out. Worst of all telling stupid unfunny jokes, often about the two of you being the last final hope capable of defending humanity from extinction. Apparently you were shirking your duty to mankind by not fucking him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, he was hot. Just his arrogance made you deny him the satisfaction. Still you eventually grew closer. You only had each other now after all. And naturally your feelings toward him softened in spite of his irritating behavior.

So one day when you noticed his unusual mood you were concerned. He’d come home and sunk into bed with one stupid joke or mildly offensive proposition for sex. You put down your book and walked over, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Everything alright?”

You’d barely finished your sentence before he replied. He spit it out anxiously, evidently waiting for you to ask. “I just don’t know what my purpose is anymore. I ran at least 30 miles east today and didn’t see a singular survivor. I mean we can’t be the only ones right?” He rolled onto his side, facing you with a conflicted expression. This was the most thinking you’d seen him do in a long time. He paused for a while as he struggled to articulate his feelings. “I want to know I’m here for a reason at least. I wanted to be able to use my skills to save as many people as I could but what if I’m too late? What am I supposed to do now? Just spend my days hunting for scraps so I can see another day in hell? ” He read your expression and laughed sympathetically. “I know that’s a lot to put on you, I’m sorry.”

You grimaced at the harsh reality of your situation. Naturally you’d had those feelings as well, especially considering how useless you were most of the time. Really what were they living for at this point? You tried not to think about it but your loved ones were probably long gone now. Carlos was likely going through something similar, only he’d decided to cope by saving who he could instead of the denial you’d chosen.

You gently intertwined your fingers with his while giving him a compassionate albeit weak smile. “I don’t know. I mean, we have each other at least.” You scooted further onto his cot, brushing some of his hair out of his face with casual practiced affection. “We can maybe make up some holidays or something?” You offered in a pitiful attempt to cheer him up. Which he appreciated enough to smile back.

“Sure, why not. What could we celebrate?”

“Ummm, I don’t know our anniversary or something?” You offered lamely.

Of course he was especially keen on that idea. He immediately grinned, “you mean I can finally be your boyfriend?”

You snorted. “You know that’s not what I meant. Like it’s been almost a month since we first met.”

He let out a comfortable string of giggles that were helplessly contagious. Maybe he was always so dumb just to make you feel better; it really did help.

Despite everything, he always managed to make you laugh.

“Right. So how do we celebrate? Want me to fix us a fancy dinner of canned soup?”

“You say that like it’s a bad idea.”

He stared at you for a beat, assessing how much you cared about this. “If that’s what you want.” He conceded, rolling himself off his bed.

He disappeared into the adjacent room (your knockoff kitchen) for at least ten minutes. Then returned with two old lunch trays, cans of chicken noodle soup, and a grin. He set the platters down on the floor in front of you. Tipping an imaginary hat while he lowered himself to the floor, “bon appetit.”

Maybe it wasn’t gourmet but the fact that he’d tried did actually count for something. In fact he was always trying for you without asking much of anything in return.You were actually kind of getting into this. You giggled happily as you sat down across from him.

The pitiful dinner did nothing to dampen their conversation and chemistry. After a good laugh you set down your spoon, giving him a thoughtful look. “Do you feel any better?”

He matched your change in tone almost instantly, his mood growing serious as well. “I do actually-“ he smiled genuinely, “I am really glad we met.” You waited for the sex joke, the wink, anything. But there was nothing. His face bore no trace of humor, instead just raw vulnerability.

It was the hottest thing he’d ever said to you. Suddenly you were painfully aware of how long it’d been since the last time you’d had sex. Did you really want to go the rest of your life without doing it again? You couldn’t. Plus he was willing and god was he able. It’d be a shame really if he didn’t put those muscles to use somehow.

You’d just been staring. He was giving you a funny look. A look that said -um I was just kind of open with you don’t leave me hanging.- Right. It was time to say something. Your smile was slightly tense as your mind remained preoccupied with lust. “Yeah, me too. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He wasn’t buying it. That irritating grin was back on his face. “Are you checking me out?” Carlos teased, annoying as ever. Even that wasn’t enough to quell the growing lust in your groin though.

“What if I am?” You brazenly admitted as you preemptively pushed your tray off to the side, leaning toward him. If he was ready you finally were too. After all, someone did need to repopulate.

Carlos didn’t take his eyes off you as he shoved his tray out of the way. He scooped you up by your waist and pulled you into his lap. “Finally surrendering to my charms then?”

You rolled your eyes before pushing your lips into his. The distance between you quickly became intolerable- your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands like reins as you pulled him in closer. Carlos responded with equal fervor, his hands sliding down your back, gripping your hips and forcing you to grind against his rapidly hardening dick. Fully clothed the friction gave you enough sensation to feel good but not nearly enough to truly satisfy. It only made you want more. Carlos wanted to take his time though. So your hips were forced into a natural rhythm that made you both breathe heavy between kisses.

He didn’t stop grinding your hips until you were practically begging him to fuck you already. “Hurry before I change my mind.” You teased with a hint of desperation.

Only then did he lean forward and push you onto your back. He was laser focused in as he slid off your shorts and panties. Carlos didn’t want to mess this up at all. Wanted to give you a reason to let him do this over and over again. He reached up and held you in place with one hand around your throat before burying two fingers from the other in your pussy without warning. He smiled when you gasped in pleasure but dissatisfied with the angle, he briefly stopped to put your legs over his shoulders. Soon enough his hand was back around your throat and his fingers were so deep you almost came immediately. Then you came as soon as he thrusted them. You came so hard it was downright pitiful, moaning helplessly. Your entire body thrashed with overwhelming pleasure trying to find a place to go. Had it really been that long since you’d gotten off?

You covered your face in shame while trying to catch your breath. “No,come on beautiful-“ he swatted your hands from your face.” I’m not upset. It’s good to know how bad you wanted me.” Carlos cooed soothingly.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, careful not to overwhelm you just yet. Then brought them up to his lips and looked you dead in the face as he slurped your juices from his hands. “Best thing I’ve tasted in months.” He grinned, his dick getting harder by the second. Carlos wasn’t sure if you’d come down all the way yet but he didn’t care. He quickly shoved off his pants and yanked himself out of his boxers. Sure enough as he lined himself up and pushed into you your hips wiggled and bucked away, clearly overstimulated. He dug his fingers into yours hips now while he submerged his dick in you completely. Relishing the way your walls stretched to accommodate him as well as your pleasure filled expression. He felt so good you were worried you’d come again. Carlos stilled to let you recalibrate. But only for a second.

He slowly inched backward, then forward. At the sound of your little whimpers he shushed you gently. “Shhh I know you can take it.” He soothed as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, undoubtedly hitting your cervix, with his thumb pressed down on and massaging your clit affectionately. “We have to start that family, remember?”

Once you proved you could take that much he smiled proudly. Before he begin thrusting so fast you couldn’t breathe.You couldn’t even close your mouth as a series of moans, whimpers, and primal grunts escaped your throat. Your orgasm was almost immediate but he didn’t stop. Not as you devolved into a drooling twitching mess underneath him, overstimulated by being denied recovery. You came so many times you lost count. As if you could think straight enough to keep track anyways. Until finally his rhythm started to become erratic. Carlos�� moans were so pretty and needy as his body twitched. It was clear he’d tried to fight it to prolong the pleasure but ended up failing. He pushed his dick so deep inside you that you yelped then so much cum shot into your vagina that’d you’d probably have some coming out of your nose later. He collapsed on top of you without bothering to pull out.

Apparently the orgasm hadn’t done much to sate his lust. He hungrily lifted your shirt and begun to suckle your breast. Carlos closed his eyes, enjoying the flavor as his tongue circled your nipple. His dick gradually started hardening again inside you but you were so overstimulated. Your clit was so swollen and pathetically sore that you knew if you came again it might fall off.

“I can’t take anymore.” You whimpered, looking down at your throbbing clit.

Carlos clicked his tongue to himself, that simply wouldn’t do. He slowly pulled out and shifted atop you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to sit up and bring your face to his groin. “Then open up.” He commanded expectantly as he used his other hand to rub the rim of his dick along your lips. As soon as you happily compiled he anchored his hands in your hair, using it to build his momentum as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth.

He mercilessly fucked your throat, ignoring the gagging and tears welling up in your eyes. In fact the way you drooled and struggled turned him on more. His pace only increased at your expense. Until he was a shaky moaning mess fucking you harder and harder as he came undone. “I’m almost there,” he grunted. “You’re doing so good. So good for me.” A few more spasm filled thrusts then he shoved his dick so far into your throat you would’ve puked if his sperm wasn’t spilling in faster than anything could go down.

Carlos pulled out with a satisfied moan, gripping your chin now. “Let me see you swallow.” He demanded as he tilted your head back forcefully.

(You swallowed and said thank you big daddy Carlos ILYSM)

[saturnplaza]

✩•̩̩͙˚𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍˚•̩̩͙✩

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Hiya :p My name is-- Saturn//Jayde They/Them I'm non-binary =] ALSO I'M QUITE GAY 🩷💛💙

I YAP ALOT, I LOVE TALKING AND I'M A SUPER HUGE NERD -- I love Ryan Ross, The entirety of My Chem, Resident Evil Two, SO SO SO MUCH MORE I CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF IT. IF YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I'M INTO JUST STALK MY BLOG XD PLEASE SEND ASKS AND INTERACT WITH ME, I LOVE INTERACTING WITH PEOPLE WHO LIKE THE SAME THINGS AS ME AND WHO ARE COOL!! I LOVE INTERACTING AND MAKING FRIENDS IN THE FANDOMS I'M IN --- On that note...

I AM IN ALOT OF FANDOMS TOO MANY TO RECALL

SOME THOUGH, ARE:

(TOP FIVE ONLY CAUSE WE'LL BE HERE FOREVER)

BANDS: ✩ My Chemical Romance ✩ Panic! At The Disco ✩ Fall Out Boy ✩ Peirce The Veil ✩ Periphery

VIDEO GAMES ✩ Resident Evil (all) ✩ Silent Hill (2 & 3) ✩ Life is Strange (BTS & 1) ✩ Red Dead Redemtion (1 & 2) ✩ Detroit Become Human

MISC. (Mostly shows//Movies) ✩ Creepypasta ✩ I am Not Okay With This ✩ The Goldfinch ✩ Shameless ✩ Quackity (On the VERY rare ocasion)

I do alot of things -- I'm all over the internet.

LINKTREE!!!

-- I Write --- I Edit --- I Do Art --

WRITING

Writing is a big thing for me, it always has been-- I've always had the urge to be creative or get my thoughts out and well that's what I do.

I write alot of things I write:

FANFICTION -- (Yikes...)

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

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Resident Evil:

Leon Kennedy

Carlos Olivera 

Ada Wong 

Claire Redfield 

Jill Valentine

Detroit Become Human:

Connor RK800

Gavin Reed

Life is Strange:

Chloe Price 

Nathan Prescott

Max Caulfield 

Bands (More to come)

Ryan Ross (P!ATD and The Young Veins)

Vic Fuentes (Peirce The Veil)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

Mikey Way (My Chemical Romance)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy)

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I Mainly write X reader but I can dabble into pairings as long as they’re legal, not creepy, make sense, etc. 

MASTERLIST AT THE BOTTOM

!!ALSO I AM A MINOR I DO NOT WRITE SMUT!! (I will write very close, it can  get spicy but I stop it at a certain point)

ALL OF MY FANFICTION GETS PREMOTED ON THIS BLOG AND POSTED ON MY:

A03

https://archiveofourown.org/users/SATURNPLAZA/pseuds/SATURNPLAZA

I ALSO WRITE ON LIVEJOURNAL !!!

If you are more intrested in more intamite writing, or blogging this is where you'd want to be--

https://saturnplaza.livejournal.com/

SOCIAL MEDIAS

TikTok -- https://www.tiktok.com/@saturnplaza : 

I EDIT WOOO WHOOO. I have always loved editing and I am pretty good at it (I may just be biased cause its myself) --- I edit alot of random things I'm into --- Fair warning my upload times do very --- But I am very active with moots and fandoms ---

Tumblr -- You don't need a link we're on my blog: AH YES, my infamous blog where I yap about the most random shit cause I am the queen of yapper town. I am very active and intarct alot with people.

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!!ALSO I'M LITTERALLY RED ROOT GERARD WAY!! ------------------------------------------------- MASTER LIST UNDER CUT

MCR:

ALL: TRAUMA BRINGS LOVE AMONG OTHER THING CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO

P!ATD:

RYAN ROSS: MY KIND OF SABOTAGE IT MAY BE WRONG BUT IT FEELS RIGHT

[guywithn0name]

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Request are closed

Used anons: ⭐️ anon.

About me

You can all call me, Star or Kai (neither are my actual name lol.). I’m a trans guy and I use the pronounces he/they. I’m not that active but I try to write whenever I have the time and motivation to. I like writing stories, but I haven’t posted a lot of them at this time. I also like writing headcanons from time to time. I looove cats but sadly don’t have any. I also love horror games, movies and ect. I’m kinda a loser and I have social anxiety (not 100% sure). If you have any tips on how to improve my writing, I’d love to hear it :)

Rules

I will write: Male or gender neutral reader. Platonic and romantic relationships. Platonic minor x adult. Minor x minor. Adult x adult.

I will not write: Female reader. Romantic minor x adult. Nsfw. Sexual assault or anything of that kind. Incest. Real life people or anime characters.

Extra: I’ll normally write the reader as male if the gender isn’t specified in the request, but sometimes will be gender neutral depending on the request. I can also write about characters and fandoms that aren’t on the list.

Fandoms and characters I write for currently

Resident Evil

→Chris Redfield

→Carlos Olivera

→Ethan Winters

→Leon Kennedy

→Luis Sera

Spider-Man: Spider-Verse

→Hobie Brown

→Miles Morales

→Miles G Morales

→Peter B. Parker

→Pavitr Prabhakar

Star Wars (no posts yet)

→Anakin Skywalker

→Din Djarin

→Luke Skywalker

→Obi-Wan Kenobi

More to come…

☆ Masterlist under the cut ☆

⋆｡˚⭒ Resident evil ⭒˚｡⋆

・₊✧★ Chris Redfield ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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・₊✧★ Carlos Olivera ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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・₊✧★ Ethan Winters ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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・₊✧★ Leon Kennedy ★✧₊・

✈︎ | Alphabet headcanons | Re2r | Any gender | ✈︎

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・₊✧★ Luis Sera ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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⋆｡˚⭒Spider-Man: Spider-Verse⭒˚｡⋆

・₊✧★ Hobie Brown ★✧₊・

⩜⃝ | Alphabet headcanons | Any gender | ⩜⃝

⩜⃝ | Opposites attract | Short story | Male reader | ⩜⃝

⩜⃝ | Headcanons | Any reader | ⩜⃝

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・₊✧★ Miles Morales ★✧₊・

❁ | Alphabet headcanons | Any gender | ❁

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・₊✧★ Miles Morales ★✧₊・

⚛︎ | Alphabet headcanons | Any gender | ⚛︎

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・₊✧★ Peter B. Parker ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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・₊✧★ Pavitr Prabhakar ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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⋆｡˚⭒ Star Wars ⭒˚｡⋆

・₊✧★ Anakin Skywalker ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

・₊✧★ Din Djarin ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

・₊✧★ Luke Skywalker ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

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・₊✧★ Obi-Wan Kenobi ★✧₊・

Nothing here yet…

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴

《𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚: 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦》

Carlos is pathetic under you. He truly is. He’s making noises he didn’t even know he could make. Whines, Moans, Mewls, Whimpers. Sounds that he pulls from you all the time, yet, he didn’t expect he could make the same noises.

“S-stop…ah..I-I can’t-“

“What’s your color?”

Carlos pants before responding weakly

“G-green…”

“Then shut up.” you say as you go back to stroking his overstimulated cock. His back arches off the bed. As he does, he throws his head back and lets out the loudest moan as he cums in your hand for 5th time that night. He’s panting, pulling on the ropes that bind him as you keep stroking. Tears flow down his pretty brown eyes as he damn near screams.

“C-can’t! Please! F-fuck…I-I can’t!”

Then something happens. A feeling begins building up inside him he’s never felt before. He writhes around more. Pulling and tugging at the ropes to no avail.

“stop…stop..stop…it..f-feels weird..” He whimpers between pants. You don’t stop though, you go faster as a small smile forms on your face. He cries out as he tries to move from your hand, his own movements only amplify the feeling. His breathing quickens as he begins shaking.

“S-somethings h-happening to me…b-baby please-“ He’s cut off by an overbearing feeling of pleasure like he’s never felt before. His body convulses, his eyes roll back, tears flow from his eyes as clear liquid spurts from his cock head. It gets on your hand, chest and face while it gets on his thighs, abdomen and a bit on his chest. You finally slow down and leave his cock alone as he heaves. He’s trying to catch his breath but pleasure is still surging though his body, he begins to drool as he continues to shake. You gently rub his thighs and stomach.

“Carlos, honey, come back to me.” You speak softly. Your gentle touch and soft voice slowly brings him down from cloud nine as he takes in a few more deep breathes. You begin to untie him and grab a warm wash cloth to wipe him clean, being careful of his achy cock. Carlos can barely move let alone talk after you brought him to heaven and back. The only words he can muster is: “L-love you…”

You smile at him and kiss him gently.

“I love you too, Carlos.”

[qdbs-writes]

Resident Evil Masterlist

Leon Kennedy

RE Lads React To Chill!Zombie!Reader

RE Peeps React To Shy!Tall!Reader

RE Lads x Tough!Dominant!Fem!S/O

Overtime

RE Peeps Go Grocery Shopping

Chris Redfield

RE Lads React To Chill!Zombie!Reader

RE Lads x Tough!Dominant!Fem!S/O

RE Peeps Go Grocery Shopping

Claire Redfield

RE Peeps Go Grocery Shopping

Jill Valentine

RE Peeps Go Grocery Shopping

Carlos Olivera

RE Lads React To Chill!Zombie!Reader

Blind Date With Carlos

Albert Wesker

RE Peeps React To Shy!Tall!Reader

RE Lads React To Chill!Zombie!Reader

Lady Dimitrescu

RE Peeps React To Shy!Tall!Reader

Ethan Winters

RE Lads React To Chill!Zombie!Reader

[harpsinfinity]

OMDHD

we are currently in a Carlos fic DROUGHT. I need that man so badly. anywaysss I was wondering if I could request a fic about Carlos introducing his curvy, fem, gf to his mama and brothers. (... and maybe some nfsw things happen after Carlos gets the seal of approval from his mother to lock that down *cough* breeding *cough*) sorry if that's too much 😭😭😭

YES MY FIRST CARLOS REQUEST IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

To say his family welcomed you with opening arms was an understatement. The moment you stepped foot inside of their house it was practically like you were family too

His mother was such a lovely woman, you nearly suffocated with how tightly she hugged you. She was so happy her baby met such a wonderful person.

She practically cooked up a feast to welcome you into their home and family, somehow knowing your favourite dishes (Carlos told her) you were practically waddling around with how much food she insisted that you ate

The rest of the family couldn't have been more welcoming, Carlos' two brothers were respectful and kind to you, occasionally telling you embarrassing of Carlos' youth

Of course, his mother couldn't go without showing you baby and toddler pictures of him. It made you giggle while Carlos was starting at the floor in embarrassment, occasionally saying

"ma stop"

(she didn't)

He was over the moon when he indirectly got his mother's seal of approval, commenting on how beautiful your kids would look if you were to have any.

It set something off in his head, constantly imagining what it would be like if the two of you had kids.

How beautiful you'd look pregnant with his child, or holding his child on your hip while doing day to day tasks

He knew you'd make sure a great mother, and he'd be such a good father and husband to you. Tending to your every need after the baby would be born, taking care of them so you'd have time to heal and rest after giving birth

By the end of the week, he'd practically fucked you on every surface of the apartment

He had you for dessert on the dining table after dinner, stuffing his head between your plush thighs until you were sniffling and trembling with overstimulation

The shower wasn't safe either, Carlos as held you pressed against the tiled walls as he relentlessly rutted into you. Whispering praises and promises of how you'd look so good with his child in your belly and how you'd have to do absolutely nothing throughout your pregnancy.

"we're not stopping until it takes"

He pants in your ear, currently pounding you into the mattress of your shared bed. Your cries only spur him on more, hand marks sure to leave bruises with how tight his grip on them was.

"ohmy- fuck !"

Your nails sunk into his skin, leaving half moons on his biceps, the pain left him unaffected as he swooped down to plant open mouthed, wet kisses to the column of your neck

A squeal tore from your throat as his thumb cruelly pressed against your twitching, overworked clit, making you clench hard around him

"that's it, cream on this fucking cock"

He groaned in your ear, quickening the punches of his hips, hitting that sweet spot with impossibly good aim

"I'm gonna stuff you full, make you a ma"

A grin played on his lips when you tightened around him

"yeah? Y'like that? Wanna be stuffed full of me?"

Too incoherent at this point, all you could do was moan and frantically nod in response to his syrupy words

It drove you crazy

That night he'd stuffed you full of his come countless times, plugging your sore hole with his thick fingers so none could spill out.

A few days later it was no suprise when a pregnancy test came back positive

[xgothixsx]

Tonight is my lucky night (Carlos Olivera x reader)

here’s another one! This one is nice and fluff for you so, enjoy

word count; 1,707

pairing; Carlos Olivera x reader

Carlos was out drinking and just generally having a good time with himself, he had originally went out with some friends but a lot of them had to leave to go back home to their girlfriends; which only made the fun drinking turned into moping around and thinking while drinking he was the only one without a girl at home; he could try with Jill but he knows better she had feelings for a different man and he knew this but there was another girl he could try. (Y/n) she’s a former officer turned BSAA agent, he met her soon after he also joined the organization taking orders to move to latin america area only coming back to the USA for some jobs and or to visit his friends; she was a star to look at, her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her soft (s/c) skin, and then obviously the best part of any woman in his eyes- her soft (e/c) eyes that feel like she could pierce your soul; she was a real gem for sure but would she think of him like that? He doesn’t know and frankly even the drunk him didn’t want to know. “Hey Carlos!” He heard his name coming from behind him, he turned around and saw Jill and her friend Chris, he smiled. “Hey valentine!” He said waving at her as he watched the two of them walk up to him. “You okay man?” Chris chimed in as he patted Carlos’ shoulder making the slightly smaller man laugh. “I’m okay just going to the next bar” He stated shaking his head. “Mind if we join ?” Jill hummed as she smiled, Carlos shook his head and smiled waving at them to follow him; he would love some company right now. They entered another bar, this one was a lot quieter than the rest of them, having a much more upper class kind of feel without it actually being upper class. They looked around as they ordered their first drink; Jill and Chris went off about something Carlos wasn’t really paying attention only say ‘yeah’ and ‘mhm’ every now and again, but then his eyes stopped as he spotted (y/n) on the other side of the bar, clearly intoxicated,  getting flirted on by a clearly almost sober guy trying to get her to leave the bar. The other two spotted it and slowly moved away from Carlos so he didn’t feel obligated to stay away; they knew he at least found the agent a little attractive so might as well let him play hero. “No, I’ve told you so many times I’m not leaving with you” (y/n) said clearly upset that this man kept trying to take her out of the bar, she was dressed nice in a beautiful (f/c) short dress with matching heels, her hair pulled back in a beautiful braid she looked like she had gotten ready for a date and it didn’t go as planned. “Come on doll; just come home with me” The man said again now trying to physically pull the woman away from the bar. “Hey pal! She said no. now go fuck yourself and get out of here” Carlos said his voice getting a little louder and more aggressive to get the guy to back off which worked as Carlos watched the guy jump and shallow hard realizing who he was quickly leaving. “T-thanks Carlos” (y/n) said as she ordered another drink, Carlos walked over completely placing his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He said as he noticed that she had been crying, taking the new drink away watching the woman whine a little and then finally give up, though he couldn’t admit that hearing her whine was kind of cute. “Not really… I was supposed to be on a date right now, but he never showed up” She said gulping, looking down in shame, making Carlos feel some sort of anger, sadness, why is he feeling this way? “Hey maybe we should get you home before that happens again” He stated, raising his eyebrow flashing her his signature smile, holding his hand out for her, this making the drunken woman smile back at him and giggling a little before taking the hand in front of her. “Okay… thank you” She whispered as he helped her up and walked her out of the bar. Walking down the street, still holding onto her hand, he would let go if she wanted him to but instead she intertwined their fingers as they walked. “So what brings you back? I thought you went back to…” She trailed off making Carlos chuckle shaking his head. “Latin america? I’m still there. I just had a little bit of a vacation and decided to come visit some friends” He started looking at her, seeing her frown a little. “You didn’t come see me?” She questioned as she hiccuped; letting go of his hand and slinged her arm around his shoulders as the man now helps her walk. “I didn’t know you were in town, i thought you were out on a job” He said laughing a little as they made it to her apartment building. He helped her up to her apartment hearing her babble a little about random things and assuring random pass bys that he was a friend trying to get her home. He unlocked her door pushing it open and turning on the light, looking around at the well decorated clean apartment which beats a lot of the agents’ places that he knows. “Come on let's get you to bed” He said, helping the now half asleep woman down the hall to her bedroom, putting her down on the bed. “Wait..” She said, reaching out for him again, tugging on his sleeve. “What?” He said softly as he looked into (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes with a soft caring look. “Will you help me change?” She asked as she hugged him, making him sigh, he doesn’t want someone thinking he took advantage of this situation because he’s not like that but she also clearly can’t do too much on her own like this. “Fine, tell me where your pajamas are” He says, hugging her back- giving her a small squeeze. “In the drawer second to the top of that dresser” She said pointing to a beautiful dark oak dresser, this woman has an amazing taste in furniture like she does in clothes. “Okay” He said walking over to it, opening the drawer, she told him to see a bunch of underwear and bras quickly closing it; his face turning red, he tried the drawer above it and finally found pjs. He pulled out a (f/c) color pair of soft pants and a black tank top coming back to the bed where she was. He kneeled down next to her, taking off her shoes, reaching up and looking away, his face burning bright red as he pulled down her stockings; he cleared his throat as the woman started giggling. “Come on don’t be weird about it” Y/n said in between giggling as she grabbed his hands stopping them at her knees. She had always liked the long shaggy haired man in front of her, but when he left it felt like her heart was broken, she never got the chance to tell him how she felt, she had first met him in Raccoon City and then grew closer to him afterward but then he was gone; she doesn’t know why now but she feels like it’s the only time she’ll be able to get her feelings off her chest before he disappears again. “Carlos I have something to say to you” She said gulping as she looked into his soft brown eyes. “Yes?” He questioned smirking a little as an eyebrow raised. She was starting to rethink this. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything, or should she just go straight for it? She gulped before bending down and kissing the man in front of her placing one hand on his cheek and the other on the side of his neck, she felt him freeze up making her think that she messed up, before she could pull away though Carlos started to kiss her back his hands moving, one to the back of her head and the other to her side. Moving her to lay down on her back with him on top, they continued to make out; his hands moving around and squeezing different parts of (y/n)’s body; of course she kicked the rest of her stockings off of her legs and with everything else her dress started to move up her hips and now laid on her waist exposing her entire lower half of her body. As she started to grind against the man on top of her feeling how hard he was; Carlos snapped back and pushed away panting seeing the woman under him breathless and frowning. “Why did you stop?” She whined a little, making Carlos feel just how tight his pants were getting. “I can’t do this…” He said seeing how heartbroken the woman was under him. “I can’t do this like this” He clarified, still seeing how upset she still is. “I like you (y/n) but I can’t do this while you’re drunk I just can’t” Carlos said back off of her and clearing his throat; he really was a good guy. “So… you do like me back?” She asked; clearly she is drunk and making sure she got the message properly. “Yes I do, I really do but I just… I will not sleep with you while you're practically black out drunk” He stated, giving her a small kiss. “...would you at least stay with me tonight?” She said looking down, he chuckled and put his hand on her knee. “Yes I will” He smiled, finishing helping her undress and getting dressed again. “Come on then!” (y/n) said as she waited for him to come into bed with her. He chuckled as he stripped down to his boxers, crawling in next to her feeling her snuggle into his side. “Maybe tonight was my lucky night after all” 

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Love in Chaos (Carlos Olivera x Reader)

Tws- mentions of blood

2nd post, hope you enjoy <3 ill be writing alot carlos in the future so lmk whatd you want you want to see with him !!

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You and Carlos both faced the dangers of Raccoon City side by side, Carlos's confident flirtatious tendencies and your quiet self created an almost movie like relationship. He would throw cringey pickup lines your way, met with bright red faces, small giggles, and occasional eye rolls at his worst lines. Amidst the chaos he never stops throwing jokes at you, he lives to see you smile, you just didn't know that.

One evening, as the setting sun painted the broken skyline in hues of orange and pink, you and Carlos found yourselves on the rooftop of an abandoned building. The air is thick with smoke and an almost calming sensation, which is rare in the chaos filled time.

Carlos, true to his nature, leaned in with an exaggerated flourish. "You know," he began, both gazes kept locked on the setting sun in front of you both. “You look really cute today” you turn to him caught off guard by the sudden compliment,  “you say that everyday” you roll your eyes, ears pink. Carlos still looking at they sky, his dark shaggy hair blowing in the soft breeze. “Thats because youre cute everyday” he shrugs and turns his head to look down at you. “Bullshit” you smile softly “im covered with mud and blood” you look down at your bruised body thats full of a mix of yours and the victims of your knife.

His gaze softens as he takes in the sight of you. "Even with the mud and blood, you manage to be the most captivating thing in this city," he says, his tone sincere. Carlos reaches over, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a gentle touch. You always assumed he was joking but something felt different this time,the look in his eyes, he was being serious. 

You gained a small crush on the large man over the weeks of being together, how could you not? He had dark eyes that seemed to only soften on you, he was funny, determined and kind and holy shit was he hot. His large arms as he held his gun to fight off the zombies that suddenly caught you off guard, his pretty skin that is coated with shine due to the fires. His large hands as they gripped your wrists to pull you out of dangers way. He was hot. Like really hot.

You never pursued the crush and pushed it out of your mind as there was a literal zombie apocalypse happening and there was no time for a silly little crush. That was hard when you see the man everyday.  

You can't help but blush at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and appreciation filling your chest. The apocalypse had left its mark on both of you, physically and emotionally, yet Carlos's unrelenting flattery remained a constant; it made you feel validated and loved even when you're at your lowest of lows.

"I mean it," he continues, his eyes tracing the contours of your face. "You're like a survivor goddess amidst all this chaos. Mud and blood included."

You chuckle, couldn't help but cringe a little  at his use of words, still a bit bashful under his gaze. "Survivor goddess, huh? I'm not sure about that."

Carlos nudges you playfully. "Oh, absolutely. You fight off zombies and still manage to look adorable. It's a rare talent."

You shake your head, smiling at his antics. "Well, if I'm a survivor goddess, you're the charming rogue who keeps distracting me with compliments."

He grins, leaning in once more, this time planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Guilty as charged," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. You just stared at him, taken aback, your face bright red and hot. You knew there was no passing over this crush. 

 As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the broken city, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in your heart. In the midst of the apocalypse, amidst mud, blood, and chaos, there was an unexpected connection that transcended the grim reality--one Carlos Olivera himself created.

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Hello everyone! The carlos AU WILL return. The second chapter I’ve been waiting to plan out since I want to introduce our beloved blorbo well. Expect that in the not-so-far future.