#resident evil carlos

[nuevialnst]

A Sloppy First With Carlos?

Pairings: Carlos Oliveira x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

SMUT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The orgasm. Carlos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sftandwet]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIT DOWN! RE BOYS

content alert : pwp, face sitting, oral sex, smut, consensual relationship, fem reader! +18# MDNI, brainrot, re boys eating u

link 4 u : masterlist ! ☁️ ۰ movie star   

"Sit on my face, baby, there's no need to worry. I can handle you."

At first you were afraid to sit there, the fear of suffocating him was overwhelming, although you were shy you accepted. Under his gaze you took off all your clothes, you saw him lie down and place his head comfortably under the pillow with a mischievous smile. You crawled on top of him slowly, looking deeply into his eyes to see if he had any doubts about the request, but there were no uncertainties. He wanted you to sit on his face. Even though you were scared, you complied.

And now, you feel his calloused hands pass over your ass cheeks, squeezing them, driving your hips back and forth, making your hips roll in your face and his tongue lick your wet pussy even better. You throw your head back as you pull his hair, doing your best to fit your cunt into his mouth, feeling the pleasure drip from your pussy to his chin, not caring about the mess. You feel his tongue slide into your wet hole, going in and out quickly, while his nose touches your clit sending shocks of pleasure that course through your entire body. The hands that were on your ass stopped at your waist, squeezing you tightly, you rolled even more, chasing your own pleasure, while rubbing your clit against his nose, fervently pulling your hair with one hand while the other held the headboard of the bed. with force. He fucked you with his tongue, trying his best to eat your pussy.

chris redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, luis serra, jake muller, piers nivans

[mamirhodessxox]

Carlos: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Carlos: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

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Y/N: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Leon : I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Y/N: Th-that's not how that works-

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Leon: I love you.

Y/N, not paying attention: What was that?

Leon: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Carlos: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Jill: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

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Leon: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Y/N: Are you a software update? because not right now.

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Y/n: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Leon: Please, just say fuck.

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Chris: Where are your parents?

Leon: What are parents?

Chris: That’s just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said.

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Y/n: We need to open this locked door. Leon, give me your credit card.

Leon: Here.

Y/n, pocketing it: Thanks. Carlos, break down the door.

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Y/N: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.

Leon: That's because she's a prostitute.

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Leon: What’s sexting?

Y/N: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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Y/N: Know why I called you in here?

Leon: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Y/N: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Leon: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Y/N: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Leon: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Y/N: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Leon, already taking off their clothes: God, Y/N, you’re so fucking stupid.

[grnherbs]

I just wanted to share a thought.

Carlos (RE3) gives off the energy of a man that would walk up behind his gf, smack her ass and growl at her

That is all I wanted to share

this thought is SO welcome here, carlos girlies rise up <3

mdni / eighteen plus only !!

"what's the matter baby? just can't get enough of this peachy ass" he growls in your ear as you walk past, giving him that feined angry look like you always do "what? you're gonna pretend you don't like my hands on you?" and pulls you closer into him, so you're settled on his lap, hands running up to grip his hair as he moans into your neck.

[kennyswurvegurl]

I love how Carlos looks all gruff and older than he is then you get hit by something that AGRESSIVELY reminds you he's just 21. Like his fucking shrug after Mikhail chides him for not asking Jill's name name or yelling "IT'S SMASH TIME" while ramming a crane into a mutated murder monster.

[r34p]

I hope whoever made this mod has a wonderful and fulfilling life

[magma-frog0]

Carlos loves his girls on the chubby side. He loves how plush your thighs and tummy are, how whenever he eats you out your thighs spill between his finger tips whenever he squeezes them. How when flips you over and fucks you, your ass jiggles with each thrust. He especially loves when you’re done and is giving you aftercare he can kiss and massage your entire body your tummy, thighs, breasts, hips. Everything is being hugged, loved, kissed, massaged.

[cherubify]

note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open. previously known as @puppyina.

[impoeticbeauty]

carlos (re3: nemesis) icons

[yeetusdabussy]

RE Boys (Chris, Leon, Jake, Carlos) and their "sexytime" styles. Go!

࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚࿙࿚࿙࿆࿚

LETS GO!

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚MINORS DNI*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

── ･ ｡☆*WARNING*☆ﾟ.──

Smut,foul language, dirty talk, nicknames (baby, babygirl,princess, slut), SLIGHT BONDAGE, FEM!

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Chris

( ≖͈́ ·̫̮ ≖͈̀ )ﾆ Rough and sensual. He loves full nelson, I'm sorry..something about using his full strength to keep you up but also having you folded like a omelette! But most of all, he does love making love to you, so if anything, he'll definitely go for some old fashion missionary.

( ≖͈́ ·̫̮ ≖͈̀ )ﾆ He also enjoys the lotus position, something about being able to hold you close while fucking onto his cock is just a all time favorite. Being able to suck on your neck and feel your nails against his scalp.

"That's it princess, open up for me." You don't know how many times you've came but you really don't care, not when his cock is pounding into you like some unstoppable machinery that's just charges itself from your moans. "S- Ah! slow down! 'M can't cum no more!~" You panted and grip the back of his hair. "I'll be done soon princess, just take Me a little longer."

Leon

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡He's a lot more sensual then you think, the spooning position is his favourite, being able to wake up in the morning and kiss you awake, rubbing his hardening length against your bottom in the early morning. Letting him slip himself inside you once given consent to continue his mainstream.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ He has his rough moments tho, like if he's been away for a long time and just can't wait to get to his baby girl. That's when he has you on the edge of the bed while he stands up and pounds into you.

Feeling soft kisses on the back of your neck as he thrusts his way inside you from behind. Holding you close as you both lay under the early warmth of the sun. Feeling his hands caress and grope every part of you like a delicate piece of glass. "You feel so good around me baby girl." He whispers softly into your ear as his warm breath fanning against the shell of it. He takes smooth and slow deep thrusts inside you. Rubbing your clit in the process. "Squeezing around me already? ~"

Jake

ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊdefinitely on the teasing side of things, he's a power bottom loving mf. He loves to watch you struggle to take him while he lays under you watching the amazing show. He loves reverse cowgirl, how can he not? Watching your ass bounce on his cock, and watching his cock disappear into your dripping heat.

ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊ He also enjoys doggy! Something about having you on all fours gets him pussy drunk, especially when he has you face down and ass up. He's definitely the type to hold your arms down while he pounds into you.

You were a sobbing mess, cumming for what feels like the fifth time already, your legs were slowly giving out from under you while Jake was slamming his hips into you from behind. The skin on skin echoing in your shared living room. You two were supposed to watch a movie! "Look at you all fucked out and a crying mess on my cock." He slaps your ass to hear a little yelp fall from your swollen and glossed lips. "Look at you, can't even respond to a simple conversation, you're adorable all slut out like this."

Carlos

❦ Look at him, just perfect in my opinion. But anyways! He's definitely a switch, he can't choose between Dom and sub, but he will say he does enjoy topping more than anything. So why not put you in a full on mating press right? He thinks you look gorgeous folded and twisted like a pretzel.

❦ When he does bottom, he'll be so cocky, but obedient. You can tie him to a chair and ride him all to your heart's content!

Groans and grunts filled your ears, feeling your legs folded over your chest and being pressed down by the man you love dearly. "Just one more baby- fuck one more!" He runts into you with barely any remorse. He can only think about how you're milking him right now with your cunt. He loves feeling the way you cling onto him for dear life! "Carlos!~ c-.. Cumming!" You sobbed out, Carlos knows your close, he can feel it. Besides, maybe one more wouldn't hurt right?

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THANKS FOR REQUESTING

[dmitriene]

— racing hearts.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «got a ride that's smoother than a limousine»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«can you handle the curves? can you run all the lights?»

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«if you can, baby boy, then we can go all night»

summary: you both run into the same events every year and it always ends the same way, but tonight has changed everything tremendously. content: biker! carlos oliveira x biker! fem reader tags: comfort, teasing, slightly rude carlos, smut, nsfw, unprotected p in v, fingering, marking, pet names. author's note: had to make something spicy for the spiciest boy in the world, so here is the first work with carlos! enjoy your reading) 🏍️ (18+ warning)

The heart of the city hummed with electrified energy as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the cityscape a warm golden hue, the evening air was fresh and refreshing, it smelled of moisture from a recent rain, the heartbeat of the city throbbed in the streets, a symphony of distant conversations, car horns and rhythmic footsteps.

Neon signs adorned the facades of buildings, throwing bright splashes of color onto the sidewalks, the lights danced and flickered, creating an almost surreal atmosphere, contrasting with the gathering dusk, the reflection of these neon lights on the wet pavement created a fabulous shimmering effect that gave the surroundings a sense of magic.

As the racers and spectators began to gather, the atmosphere filled with anticipation, the city center turned into a makeshift arena where excitement and competition merged, the distant hum of revving engines echoing through the streets, punctuated by bursts of laughter, animated conversation, and the occasional burst of music from a nearby bar.

The smells of street food hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of wet asphalt, food vendors lined the sidewalks, offering a delicious variety of flavors to the hungry crowd, the mixture of flavors — savory, sweet and spicy — adding an extra layer of sensual richness to the evening.

Crowds began to gather, forming a colorful mosaic of faces, each exuding a unique combination of excitement, curiosity and enthusiasm, friends trading stories and laughing, their camaraderie testifying to the community that had formed around this annual event, cameras and smartphones were raised ready to capture the breathtaking moments that are about to unfold.

The city lights, now fully lit against the darkening sky, cast a warm and inviting glow that engulfed riders and spectators alike, tall buildings, each with its own history and secrets, seemed to come to life in the evening light, their architectural details highlighted by the play of shadows and illuminations.

As the last rays of the sun faded over the horizon, the city turned into a vibrant, bustling stage, the inevitable start of the race hung in the air like a charged promise, uniting everyone with a shared sense of joy, the evening took on a life of its own, a celebration of rivalry, camaraderie, and the boundless possibilities of a cityscape at dusk.

The soft thump of raindrops continued to fall from the trees from time to time, creating a soothing atmosphere, reaching the designated starting point you stopped your motorcycle, the roar of the engine subsided as you surveyed the area.

The midtown area was a mixture of old and new — historical buildings side by side with modern skyscrapers, this varied backdrop added a unique charm to the upcoming race, an urban battlefield where past and present coexisted.

Taking a moment to appreciate the atmosphere, you dismounted, the distant roar of the engines and the excited murmurs of the riders filling the air — a harmonious combination of anticipation and camaraderie, the energy was palpable, seeping into every corner of the street.

With focused determination, you set about preparing the bike for the race.

You unbuttoned your leather jacket to reveal a black jersey and fastened your helmet in place, every move deliberate, a ritual that signified your commitment to the race, you checked your tire pressures, ran your fingers over the smooth curves of your bike, and adjusted the handlebars to your liking.

Amidst the quiet focus, a group of people in the distance caught your attention, your gaze rested on Carlos Oliveira, surrounded by his friends and a few enthusiastic fans, his casual confidence and the way he effortlessly attracted attention was hard to miss.

You couldn't help but smirk, your competitive spirit was rising as you watched this scene, it seemed that wherever Carlos went, he was accompanied by magnetic energy — an energy that involved the two of you in countless races and exciting moments, with a playful gleam in your eyes, you leaned against the bike, crossed your arms and called him.

— «Carlos! So, have you finally decided to show up?» your voice was shot through with a teasing tone that matched the ongoing banter between the two of you.

Carlos turned, his smile flashing as he met your eyes — «Ah, i was wondering when you were coming, couldn't resist the temptation to compete with me, are you?»

You laughed, and an understanding spark flashed in your eyes — «You know me too well, i just wanted to make sure you didn't chicken out»

Carlos raised an eyebrow, feigning resentment — «Chicken out? Please, i was born for this»

The exchange of biting phrases was light hearted, a mixture of rivalry and mutual respect, continuing to joke, you could not help but notice the admiring glances of Carlos' fans, their presence only strengthened your determination to prove yourself on the race track, to show that you are more than just a competitor.

With a final smirk, you straightened up and gave Carlos a defiant look — «I think we'll see who comes out on top, right?»

Carlos' laughter echoed through the air as he playfully saluted you — «May the best biker win)»

As you turned your attention back to your bike, the excitement of the upcoming race surged, the midtown area transformed into a battlefield of anticipation, a place where the excitement of the competition and the race are about to collide in a symphony of speed and determination.

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

The atmosphere of the race was electrified, charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, the night air was cool and refreshing, the lingering smell of rain made everything clean and invigorating, empty trails stretched ahead, their asphalt glittering in the soft light of street lamps, the city lights flickered in the distance, casting off warm and an alluring glow against the night sky.

As the riders lined up, their bikes revved with a raucous roar, the tension in the air was palpable, the energy was both intense and serene, a combination of competitive spirit and the soothing coolness after rain, a light breeze promising adventure, and the smell of damp earth mingling with the faint scent of gasoline.

The absence of other vehicles on the road added to the feeling of loneliness and intimacy, creating a space where the riders could focus solely on the excitement of the race, the distant rumble of the city and the rhythmic purr of the engines merged into a symphony of speed and anticipation, the stillness of the night was broken from time to time by the cheerful chatter between the riders, their camaraderie broke through the tense concentration.

Carlos Oliveira started his powerful motorcycle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his heart pounding not only from adrenaline, but also from the anticipation of meeting his most ferocious rival — you, a mysterious, but in his opinion charming biker.

You, a seasoned biker with a confident air, were grinning as you straddled your sleek bike, looking up at Carlos, the playful rivalry between the two of you was no secret, your teasing jokes echoing through the air as the engines roared around you.

— «Hey Carlos! Will you be able to keep up this time, or will i have it easier with you?» you shouted with a mischievous gleam in your eyes.

Carlos chuckled, his smile matched your challenge — «Oh dear, you're going to eat my dust without even noticing it»

With a wave of the flag, the race began, engines roared across the asphalt, and you and Carlos raced past the starting line, side by side you exchanged competitive glances, the wind blew your hair, the miles flew by unnoticed as you made your way through traffic, every daring maneuver met with a response from Carlos.

As the race progressed, your closeness to each other allowed you to exchange playful lines — «Be careful, estimada, i wouldn't want you to cry when i win» teased Carlos over the roar of the engines.

You grinned as you leaned closer with your bike — «Don't be too self confident, handsome, you can just eat your words»

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

The headlights of motorcycles pierced the darkness, creating streaks of light that painted a mesmerizing picture on the wet pavement, empty tracks allowed you to fully immerse yourself in the race, the outside world disappeared when the riders went beyond their limits.

Alternating stretches of open road and tight turns required quick reflexes and unwavering concentration, city lights served as beacons, guiding racers through turns and turns with their warm and soothing light, the coolness of the night air caressed the skin, contrasting with the warmth of the engines and adrenaline excitement.

As the riders moved forward, the rivalry and competition showed up in the way they maneuvered their bikes daring overtakes, tight corners, and skillful accelerations — yet, despite fierce competition, there was a camaraderie at the heart of racing that united their shared passion for the road.

The soft thump of raindrops still clinging to the leaves added a soothing rhythm to the symphony of the race, reminiscent of the recent downpour that had cleansed the city, the scent of petrichor mingled with the smell of burning rubber and exhaust fumes, creating a unique scent that hung in the air.

In this night race, desert tracks, distant city lights, cool weather after rain and general enthusiasm created an unforgettable atmosphere, it was a delicate balance between the serenity of the night and the unbridled energy of the race, a dance between competition and connection that played out under the gaze of the stars and the radiant cityscape.

As the race came to life, the competition became fierce, every biker took the turns with precision and determination, Carlos Oliveira and you were always shoulder to shoulder, every daring maneuver met with an equally daring response.

The city landscape unfolded wider before you, the city lights illuminated your path as you pushed your motorcycle to the limit, the applause from the audience and the distant hum of the engines was a symphony that accompanied the beating heart, the race was more than just a competition — it was a dance of skill, strategy and desire to win.

The stretch of road leading to the finish line drew closer, anticipation building in your chest, you knew it was the moment to make your move, with a burst of determination you shifted gear and accelerated, the wind rushed past as you approached Carlos.

The finish line was within sight and you could feel the power of your bike beneath you, responding to every command, with a burst of speed you rushed forward, the world blurred around you as you overtook Carlos, leaving him behind in a trail of dust and adrenaline.

The moment was surreal, a split-second triumph that resonated deep within you, the crowd's applause seemed distant as you crossed the finish line and victory sank into you, you did it — you beat Carlos Oliveira, a biker whose skill and reputation were legendary.

When you slowed down on your motorcycle, delight mixed with a sense of awe and disbelief, you proved yourself not only as a worthy opponent, but also as a person who could rise to the occasion and win, the finish line was not just a marker — it was a testament to your dedication and skill.

Carlos stopped next to you, surprise and admiration mixed in his grin — «Well, damn me, you really did it»

You laughed, still out of breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins — «I told you not to underestimate me»

Carlos shook his head, a certain admiration in his eyes — «Well, well, looks like you've got some surprises up your sleeve»

The realization that you had won, that you had surpassed Carlos Oliveira, the biker that you kind of admired and competed with for so long, filled you with a sense of accomplishment, the rivalry between you pushed you to new heights, and in that moment you felt even more deep connection with the world of racing.

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

After an exciting race and your unexpected victory, the energy of the evening was still coursing through your veins as you found yourself alone with Carlos on the side of a remote night highway, as the race ended and the drivers dispersed, the bustling city atmosphere was left behind, giving way to the quiet solitude of the open road.

The distant lights of the city twinkled like stars on the horizon, casting a soft light on the surroundings, the cool night air wrapping you in a soothing embrace, in stark contrast to the intensity of the race, your heart was still pounding not only from the adrenaline of victory, but from the newfound intimacy between you and Carlos.

As you leaned against the bike, you caught Carlos eyes lingering on you, his usually confident demeanor seemed relaxed, a slight vulnerability hidden behind his playful appearance, the rivalry that fueled your relationship turned into something deeper, a connection that none of you could deny.

The moment stretched out, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words, and then, with a hint of a smile, Carlos approached you, his steps barely audible on the pavement, he stood exactly in front of you, his presence was soothing in the stillness of the night.

— «You surprised me there» acknowledged Carlos in a soft whisper — «I didn't expect you to beat me»

You chuckled, triumph and humility mixed in your tone — «Well, it's not always a matter of who's the fastest, right?»

Carlos nodded, his eyes did not flinch — «No, it's not»

— «And now what?» you asked, curiosity and invitation mixed in your voice.

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes did not flinch, apart from a slight smirk on his lips — «So, shall we celebrate your victory?»

The moonlight cast a soft glow as he closed the distance, gently tilting your chin to meet his gaze, the world around you seemingly vanishing as you looked into his bottomless brown eyes.

The tension between you was palpable, a magnetic pull that pulled you closer, his lips met yours sharply in a slow, gentle kiss, a careful exploration of the emotions that were building up beneath the surface, the touch was soft, unhurried, evidence of the vulnerability you both shared in that moment.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to disappear even deeper, the sound of passing cars and the distant rumble of the highway became a distant echo drowned out by the racing heartbeat, your fingers found their way to the collar of his jacket, the skin went cold from your touch as you pulled him closer, forcing him to spread his arms at your sides and pinch him near the bike.

Bending down, Carlos's lips touched the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath touches your ear, the stubble on his chin adds roughness to caresses, contrasting with the softness of his touch, his kisses are hungry and filled with desire, each of which leaves a trace of heat.

His hands roam your body in the most possessive way, squeezing your hips and pulling you closer to him, the roar of the motorcycle engine serving as the backdrop to the passionate encounter, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Carlos's lips find their way to your collarbone leaving a path of hot kisses on your skin, his touch is possessive, his hunger shows in every movement, the world around you is lost as you both penetrate the tension of the moment, the only sounds are the roar of the engine and the sighs of pleasure that escape from your lips.

Carlos' lips curve into a predatory smile as he hears your sigh of pleasure, the sound of your voice laced with desire only fuels his own arousal, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his touch becoming even more possessive.

He runs his lips along the curve of your neck, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses, his voice, rough and filled with lust, touches your ear.

— «Just like that, estimada» he mutters, his hot breath against your skin — «Let go and yield to me»

His fingers dig into your thighs, his touch borders on slight lustful pain, he enjoys the feeling of your body reacting to his dominance, your moans and sighs, which drive him even more into a state of arousal.

His lips sink to your collarbone, his teeth lightly touch your skin as he marks you as his own, his movements become more insistent, his desire for you consumes his every thought.

— «C-carlos, w-what if someone will see us?» you mumble confusedly and slightly unsure, although you have long felt a throb between your legs

Suddenly, Carlos's grip on your thighs tightens as he hears your concern, he pauses for a moment, his gaze meeting yours, the urgency in his touch subsides a bit as he considers your words.

His voice, filled with a mixture of lust and confidence, reaches your ears.

— «Don't worry, querida» he mutters in a low and rough voice — «No one will see us here, this road is deserted, and i am sure of it»

Carlos's hand, resting on the fly of your jeans, moves purposefully, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, slowly lowering them down, revealing a teasing glimpse of your skin underneath.

He leans in, his lips touching the shell of your ear, his voice like a whisper.

— «I want you» he exhales, his tone filled with unbridled desire — «And i will not deny myself the pleasure of having you wherever we are»

His words are a mixture of domination and need, his actions are unwavering, he knows the risks involved, but the intensity of the moment outweighs any fears.

Carlos's fingers slide under the fabric of your jeans, his touch kindles a fire within you, his movements are deliberate, his touches are firm and skillful as he explores the depths of your desire.

His touch on your clothed clit brings out a low growl of arousal from deep within his chest, the feel of your body responding to his touch fueling his desire even more.

He continues to explore, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on the underpants that separate him from your most intimate parts, each touch precise and deliberate, designed to give you maximum pleasure.

His voice, filled with a mixture of dominance and desire, reaches your ears in a low, husky tone.

— «Does it feel good, sweetheart?» he mutters, his hot breath against your skin — «Tell me how much you want it»

Carlos's thumb gently presses against your clad clit, his touch teasingly close to where you crave it most, while his other hand still grips your thigh tightly, as if tying it to him.

He watches you intently, his deep brown eyes filled with a hunger that matches your own, as the anticipation of what's to come hangs heavily in the air, heightening the intensity of the moment.

— «P-please, Carlos..» you suddenly whine for yourself, fidgeting slightly in place and trying to feel more friction

Carlos's lips curve into a wicked smile as he hears your desperate plea, the sound of your whining only fueling the fire inside him further, pushing him closer to the edge of his own desire.

He lets go of your thigh, letting his hand slide under the fabric of your jeans, his fingers touching your hot body, feeling the wetness that has already accumulated between your thighs.

Carlos's touch is firm and confident as he begins to explore your most sensitive areas, his fingers dancing along your folds, teasing and testing your limits as he watches your reaction closely, his eyes filled with a mixture of domination and satisfaction.

— «You want that, don't you?» he growls, his voice oozing with arousal — «You want me to give you what you crave, cariño»

Carlos's thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions that send waves of pleasure through your body, his other fingers go deeper, looking for the special spot that will drive you crazy.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your wetness, filling you completely, his pace is tireless, his movements are skillful and purposeful, he enjoys the sounds of your moans and sighs, the way your body trembles at his touch.

— «H-hmmgh! f-fuck.. pl-please, need something more.. more heavy..» you whined, throwing your head back, almost cumming from two fingers inserted inside your cunt

Carlos's eyes narrow in a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he hears your desperate plea for more, your insatiable desire matching his own, fueling his need to please you even more.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, evoking a fleeting sense of loss, but his dominant nature demands that he give you what you crave.

Carlos's hand squeezes your waist in a quick motion and settles you comfortably on the leather seat, without hesitation he unzips his pants, releasing his hardened cock from the restrictions, he presses against your entrance teasingly, with the tip touching your wetness and folds.

— «Is that what you want?» he growls, and his voice is filled with unbridled desire — «My cock filling you completely?»

Carlos's grip on your waist tightens as he plunges into you in one swift motion, impaling you with his cock, the feeling of him filling you completely sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body.

His pace is tireless, his movements are strong and intense, each push is calculated to hit all the right points, bringing you closer to the abyss of pleasure.

— «F-fumgh! so g-good!» you moaned, arching dangerously in your spine and squeezing your legs around his waist to keep the balance, moaning uncontrollably and whining at the rolling feeling of heat in the lower abdomen.

His hand on your waist tightens as he feels you arching, your moans of pleasure fueling his own arousal, he enjoys the feel of your legs wrapping around his waist, the need for balance only reinforcing the raw connection between you.

Carlos continues his ruthless thrusts, each one penetrating deeper and affecting the most pleasant points inside your cunt, the sound of your moans and the feel of your body trembling next to him, only increase his own pleasure.

The feeling of heat in the lower abdomen is reflected in the growing pressure inside him, he feels that you are close to the edge, and intends to lead you there.

He leans in, his lips touching your ear as he speaks in a low, husky tone.

— «Come for me, f-fuckin' cum, mi encantadora» he growls, his voice filled with a mixture of authority and desire — «I want to feel how you unravel around me»

At the same time, Carlos's thrusts become even more intense, his pace relentless as he pushes you both to the limit of ecstasy.

The grip on your waist tightens as Carlos feels the clear signs of your imminent release, he feels your body tense, the walls around his cock tense, and it only pushes him closer to his own climax.

A hoarse moan escapes his lips as he feels the waves of pleasure run through your body, the feel of your muscles squeezing him tightly drives him crazy as well.

He enters you a few more times, overcoming the waves of your orgasm before he finds his own way out, with a low guttural growl he pours his cum into you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his own pleasure.

For a brief moment, the world around you disappears as you both float on waves of ecstasy, Carlos holding you tightly against him, your bodies pressing against each other as you both catch your breath.

— «I think i've found a new favorite way to spend my nights» he murmured low, leaving a smeared kiss on your temple

You laughed softly as you ran your fingers along the lines of the bike — «Who knew that rivalry could lead to this?»

Carlos leaned over in your body further, his voice was a low mutter — «Maybe there's more to us than just competing on the road, espléndido»

translate: estimada, cariño — dear / querita — darling / mi encantadora — my charming / espléndido — gorgeous.

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[sftandwet]

needy ★ carlos can't keep his hands off you ─ cw. pwp, smut, pussy eating, afab reader ¡ Another quick drable ♡ I hope you like it!

Carlos can't keep his hands off you. He is needy for your pussy. You could simply be washing dishes or watching TV, when you least expect it, that big man will be kneeling in front of you, looking at you with puppy eyes, just silently begging to eat your pussy. Imagine how hard it is to concentrate on your favorite series/movie while he sucks your clit and fucks your hole with his fingers or how hard it is to keep washing the dishes and sucking your pussy while holding your ass tightly...

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good...” he whispers to you, leaning forward to capture your lips, opening your legs wider to fuck you with your fingers and all you could do was accept him fucking you gracefully. Carlos smears himself eating you, sucking and penetrating your cunt, your pleasure is his and seeing you cum on his tongue was the hottest thing he could see.

[mamirhodessxox]

Chris, walking into Y/N and Leon’s bedroom in the middle of the night: I had a bad dream.

Y/N: What was it about?

Leon: No, don’t ask them that!

Y/N: Why not?

Leon: Cause they’ll answer!

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Don’t you dare

Carlos Oliveira x gn! reader

summary: Carlos shows Jill his s/o. Jill teases Carlos and says that she has a crush on you now.

warning: none just jealous Carlos

gif not mine!

Carlos paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He clutched a small photo in his hand, a picture of you, taken during a moment of pure joy and shared laughter. The image captured the essence of your vibrant spirit, and Carlos couldn't help but be captivated by your radiant smile.

Jill strolled into the room, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she caught sight of Carlos' restless demeanor. "Hey, Carlos, what's got you all worked up?" she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Carlos blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. He fumbled with the photo, his voice catching in his throat. "Jill, I... I wanted to show you something. Someone, actually." Intrigued, Jill leaned in closer, her eyes fixated on the photo in Carlos' trembling hands. As she gazed upon your image, her playful expression softened into one of genuine warmth. "Carlos, they look amazing. You really care about them, don't you?"

Carlos nodded, his heart swelling with affection. "Yeah, Jill, I do. I love them with all my heart. They bring light to my darkest days and make me feel like I can conquer anything."

Jill couldn't help but chuckle, a mischievous glimmer returning to her eyes. "Well, Carlos, it seems like you've got it bad. I think I might even have a little crush myself. Maybe I should get their number, eh?"

Carlos' brows furrowed, a sudden pang of jealousy piercing his heart. He tried to hide his emotions, but his moody demeanor gave him away. "Don’t you dare“ he starts in a harsh voice. Then he gets a bit calm after realizes that it might have been just a joke. "Come on. Don't joke like that. They're special to me, and I don't want to share."

Realizing the impact her teasing had on Carlos, Jill's playful demeanor quickly transformed into one of remorse. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to upset you. It's clear to me now how much they mean to you. You two look good together, and I hope you guys are happy together."

Carlos let out a heavy sigh, his jealousy dissipating as he absorbed Jill's sincere apology. He appreciated her understanding and knew deep down that she only wanted the best for him.

"Thanks, Jill. I'm sorry for being so moody. It's just... they're important to me, you know?" Jill nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. "I understand, Carlos. Love can make us feel vulnerable and protective. I'm here for you, always."

With their friendship strengthened through this candid exchange, Carlos and Jill shared a genuine moment of understanding. They both knew that love was a powerful force, capable of bringing joy and vulnerability in equal measure.

As they bid each other goodnight, Carlos clutched the photo of you tightly in his hand, a renewed sense of determination swelling within him. He was ready to embark on a journey of love, and with Jill's support, he knew he would navigate the complexities of his emotions with grace.

In the end, Carlos was filled with hope, knowing that the path ahead was illuminated by the love he shared with you. And as he fell asleep, thoughts of your laughter and the warmth of your presence enveloped his dreams, leaving him with a sense of content ment and a smile on his face. He knew that, no matter the challenges that lay ahead, he would face them with courage and devotion.

[kennyswurvegurl]

Never gonna be normal about the fact that Carlos is cannonically a communist freedom fighter and Capcom never really did anything with him its insane they just fucking gloss over him despite making him one of the most interesting motherfuckers in the franchise

"Here is an indigenous South American man who took up arms against a corrupt government as a young child. You will only know this if you read the game manuals, play the Wii spinoff, and skim the official novels. You will never see him again after this, even when it would make sense to bring him back. We refuse to elaborate further. You're welcome. Fuck you."

LIKE WHAAAAAAAT THE FUCK

[midnightmavis]

Carlos Oliveira Appreciation Post (shirtless version)

When I tell you this man is F-I-N-E. Thank the gods for the mods. Can you tell I'm obsessed with him?

Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

All prints were taken by me ^^