#werewolf!Carlos x reader

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Dog or Corpse? | Carlando | (I)

werewolf!Carlos x reader / vampire!Lando x reader

Inspired from this fic by @vivwritesfics

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Part 2

Warnings: Brief mentions of smut.

Her boyfriend had taken her out on a date. And these kinds of dates often end passionately, in the bed of any of them. She came several times, and he marked her passionately, making her feel loved, safe and protected. That was his character. But also to remind the bloodsucker whose she was. That was his nature. He will stay behind his lines. These marks aren't just love bites, those were symbols, that they are mated now, so the sucker will know didn’t have any chances. He will stop lurking around her.

She is his and he must respect it or die.

She had met him last week. He was supposed to be her assistant but maybe he wanted more of her, which was not possible. And she was completely oblivious to his actions. She was too innocent for this world. He won’t let him take her away from him.

That bloodsucker must stay away. Stay away from her.

"Princesa," he spoke slowly in her ears,"you're mine, all mine."

She moaned under him and felt all happy in his arms, oblivious to his intentions.

How dare he give her his jumper? How dare he think that a strong werewolf like him is just a pet of hers? He is an apex predator and HER protector now. And he has sworn he will protect her from monsters like him.

Carlos won't let him be with her alone at such a personal place, so his presence was necessary when the bloodsucker came to her house for whatever project they were working together on. It was a hard task to convince her. But when Lando arrived Carlos realised it would be harder to control himself when the parasite would be around her. She would raise an eyebrow at him and he would be silent. She shook her head and ignored him. He sighed in relief.

He kept hovering over them, trying to keep an eye. But that bastard kept smirking at him like he won and Carlos lost. He couldn't control it anymore. His protective nature overpowered him and growled loudly at Lando. "What the hell?!" She shouted at him. He had to step back, like the obedient dog he is. Her eyes said that she needed an explanation for his behaviour. She is suspicious! And he doesn't want to lose her trust, the woman he thinks he is mated to.

Finally, Lando left and he had to tell her the truth. "I am a werewolf, mi amor," he spoke, "And that stupid classmate of yours is a vampire." He was met with a long silence from you. Finally, she spoke, "You're speaking metaphors, right?"

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little red riding hood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“carlos!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This came to celebrate Carlos' birthday and to open the new phase of my profile. This is supposed to have five chapters, no more, no less. I don't know what else to say, so read on!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

Part One: We Were Born To Die

”Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Europe, 1498.

She packed all her belongings into a deep leather bag, threw in crystals, grimoires, a few candles, and other magical items; she couldn't stay there long, her hiding place had been discovered and soon crazy fanatics would be there to drag her to the stake. She couldn't waste her family's sacrifice in keeping her alive.

“Let's go, Spix, let's not wait for those madmen to take us to the fire or the gallows” she said, picking up the cat and putting it in the basket. Toledo was no longer a safe place, in fact there was no safe place, with the frightening religious fanaticism that the kings of Spain were feeding, everyone was suspected of witchcraft and heresy, women were dragged to the catacombs of churches and were never seen again.

S/N saw husbands hand over their wives, fathers hand over their daughters, everyone wanted the silver coins that the Church was offering. She needed to get away from this, S/N knew that her neighbors were suspicious of her, a woman living alone on the outskirts of the village attracted attention. She couldn't leave any room for bad luck.

She threw a black cape over her simple dress, tightened her boots, and left the house, saying goodbye silently. That house where her parents lived their entire lives, where she herself spent her life, would soon be burned down, so many memories would be turned into ashes; He didn't look back, he clutched the bag under his arm and ran into the woods, listening to Spix's meows, nestled in the bag.

The moonlight illuminated her steps, ensuring that she managed to avoid roots and holes in the ground and it wasn't long before she heard the angry shouts of the villagers, She hid behind a thick trunk and saw the torches shining in the darkness, they cried out the name of God, calling her a witch and accusing her of heresy. S/N heard her door being broken down.

It wouldn't be long before they noticed her absence and went hunting for her in the forest. She needed to run far away, get away from poor fanatics after a few dozen silver coins. Her life wasn't worth that.

She made her way to a remote part of the forest, where wolves and other wild animals hid. No villager would dare to go there, after all, no one wanted to become wolf food.

When she passed through the oak arch, a shiver shook her insides, S/N looked at the sky and the Moon shone so brightly that it illuminated small patches of darkness in the forest, and a thought made her stop: It was a full moon night and the werewolves would go out to hunt.

She was vulnerable in the middle of the woods, with only a small dagger in the pocket of her cloak and her magic. Anyway, she hoped that no werewolves would cross her path, or she would have a lot of problems besides angry Catholics.

She went deeper into the forest, even Spix's meows fell silent. In fact, there was no sound at all, the wind did not cut through the trees, the leaves did not rustle, not even the nocturnal animals screeched in their hiding places. Until a deep sound echoed, an angry growl that betrayed hunger.

Y/N gripped the dagger with trembling fingers, witches and werewolves had hated each other since the first dawn, if it really was a hungry werewolf there, she would love to devour her, just for the pleasure of destroying her; he took a deep breath and ran between the trees, whatever it was, he wasn't going to risk staying there, even though turning his back was already a high risk.

She ended up in a clearing completely lit by the moon, the exact same clearing where she and her mother used to perform rituals to thank the goddess for the harvest and the coven celebrated.

But that was before Ferdinand and Isabella began their persecution. Before she saw her friends burn at the stake, her parents die on the gallows.

A dark bark stopped her in the middle of the clearing, Y/N heard the branches being broken and the frightening sound of teeth chattering. Her heart accelerated painfully, she was terrified, maybe she could make the roots hold him, but her magic wasn't strong enough for that.

Her magic core was weak and did not have enough strength to channel forces of nature. She would have to make do with an iron dagger and the help of the goddess.

— ☽ —

It was the night of the full moon and he could feel the effects surging through his body since early on, and there was a strange feeling present in his chest. Carlos felt that something was going to happen that night, and it wouldn't just be the milestone of his thirty years of age.

He saw his father cross the small village with a group of refugees, religious madness had arrived in those parts and was terrorizing his people, there was no one who did not fear being dragged into the church basement. No one wanted to be tortured and killed.

“Stop daydreaming and go help your sister, that roof is still going to fall on her head” he heard his mother order.

“Where is her husband? That’s that lazy bastard’s responsibility,” he questioned, but received a click of his tongue in return. He growled in irritation, Carlos would beat up his brother-in-law as soon as he could. And he wouldn't care about his sister's crying or his father's lecture.

He trudged over to his sister's shack, seeing Blanca hanging from the roof, hammering some nails into the central beam. This only made him growl even more, he really was going to punch his brother-in-law in the face as soon as he got the chance.

“Blanca, what the hell are you doing there?" He stopped far enough away to see his sister, Blanca wiped the sweat on her forehead and glared at him mockingly.

“I think I'm baking bread, what do you think?” she retorted sarcastically.

“And where is your useless husband? He must be sleeping…”

“Don't talk about him like that, you know his health is fragile” She tries to defend her husband, but this only increases Carlos' irritation.

“He's a werewolf, Blanca, the only fragile thing about him is his will to work” Carlos growled “Get down from there, I'll take care of this, since your husband is as useless as a leaky bucket!”

The woman came down from the roof, and Carlos took her place, still complaining about his sister's husband and insisting on hammering the boards hard, not caring if it would wake the sleeping man. Work distracted him from the strange feeling in his chest, he didn't know how the full moon night would end, but he knew something would happen.

Only when the sun began to set on the horizon did Carlos finish repairs to his sister's house — not without landing two hard punches in the face of his brother-in-law who dared to complain about the noise. He needed to prepare, As it was the first night of the full moon, the effects would be more intense, and he needed to prepare his body and mind to allow the beast to command him.

As night fell, Carlos felt the involuntary spasms and his gums itched, the bones in his legs and arms cracked painfully, anticipating the metamorphosis.

And of course, the sensation increased along with the discomfort, the beast inside him scratched the walls, howling as if it was foretelling something. Maybe it was the villagers appearing on the edge of their land, maybe it was the witches who had returned, it could be anything.

Any damn thing.

When the transformation, he began to run between the trees, smelling the wet grass, the animals nestled in their dens, Carlos felt the wet earth under his feet and when he realized it, he was running on four legs, his peripheral vision was greater and his sense of smell could perceive things dozens of meters away.

He stopped abruptly and howled at the full moon, announcing the arrival of his birthday. That morning Carlos had turned thirty and there was nothing like fresh venison to celebrate.

He sniffed the air, searching for his prey and licked his sharp teeth when he caught the scent of a fox lurking in the bushes. The huge wolf followed the scent into the clearing, his eyes fixed on the distracted fox, he was about to pounce when a different scent filled the air.

The sweet scent of lavender and lemon hit his nose like a blow, disorienting the lycanthrope and he turned his skull, searching for the source of the smell and It wasn't long before the leaves on the far edge of the clearing parted and revealed a girl. Up close, her scent was more striking, more mystical.

Witch.

He growled, angry that she had disrupted his hunt and stirred his senses. His heart was pounding and he studied the girl, she was running away and looked terrified, the witch was sweating under her thick cloak and breathing quickly, her eyes scanning the trees and the wolf knew she was aware of his presence.

He could hear her heart beating and the wind started to blow again, carrying her scent to him and he growled, torn between wanting to smell her up close and killing her.

Werewolves had been killing witches since the beginning of time and his nature insisted that he rip out the girl's little neck. She pulled out a small metal dagger and he grunted with laughter, the little witch really thought an iron dagger would stop him.

He was eager to see her try.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf stopped in front of her, seeing her gasp in fright, her heartbeat increasing to the point of occupying all of the creature's sensitive hearing.

That was his feeling, somehow someone would die that night, either him or the little witch, after all that was the final outcome — regardless of how many ages his existence could drag on, at some point he would die. And the little witch too.

After all, all creatures are born to die.

But fate changed its course along with the path of the wind as soon as the wolf met the witch's eyes.

That could only be a bad joke from the Moon.

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

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

You're evil >:))))

I fucking love it

I also got a little carried away :)

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

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

It was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn’t.

Not here.

Not yet.

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

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

He was fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Carlos?” you found yourself whimpering.

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

“(Y-Y/n),” he rasped.

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

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

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

He wasn’t turning into a zombie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a fucking werewolf.

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

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

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

Oh God.

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

He was really going to fuck you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh fuck, what the fuck was that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

Mating you.

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

And you were enjoying the fuck out of it.

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

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

You shivered, swallowing the lump in your sore throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened.

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

He wasn't done.

He was ready for a second round almost immediately.

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

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

[leonskittybunwriting]

Plot: Carlos Is a werewolf and has a scent kink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kse22chili]

Light.

“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”

I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I? 

I write and sing and talk about him.  

I do so many things for him. 

“You are infatuated with him.” 

How do you know? The answer is No. 

And I’m married to him. 

I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me. 

I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me. 

He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall. 

He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on. 

Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?

You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it. 

Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in? 

Did you know there’s a way to leave me? 

Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.  

I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire. 

Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.  

Would you want to forget me?

You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I. 

And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit. 

Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus? 

You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it. 

I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it. 

I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man. 

You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall. 

You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move. 

Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.

Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey. 

It’s simple, I love you. 

You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in. 

It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?

We are married.  

[f1amboyant]

Looks like this race is not gonna be so great for our pony boys but that's okay because i have two nasty smutty fics in the works to cope.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Giant Supernatural head cannon list of all my supernatural fics

Little wolf x Oscar piastri head cannons

Oscar love’s going on runs with you in your wolf form. If you bring over a stick he’ll throw it and play fetch with you

You love it when Oscar brushes your wolfs fur especially when your shedding

Doesn’t love when little wolf brings dead squirrels,rabbits and other things to him,he finds it gross.

Loves that you get along with his friends

Doesn’t love when you are left unsupervised with Daniel and Scotty because the three of you are super chaotic and it never ends well

When he’s cold he loves when little wolf cuddles up to him.

Nickname’s little wolf, puppers, love,

Poly!Werewolf!Dando head cannons

You have to have a lot of patience with these two they're like two puppies

One of them always gets hurt and whines and begs for your attention.

Lando is a heel nipper he’ll nip at someone’s heel

They love going to the dog park

They love getting a lot of attention from people.

Daniel loves to more when kids will come up to pet him

Lando likes kids but doesn’t like it when they stick their fingers in his mouth or pull on his fur

Lando chases after squirrels and cats

Poly! Werewolf!Lestappen

Max is like that old dog your grandparents have that doesn’t like kids (he likes calm and quiet kids better)

Max doesn’t like other dogs he’ll go out of his way to avoid them

Despite being a werewolf he still loves cats often times you and Charlie will find them curled up on either the couch or the bed

Will rub himself against you and Charles if you smell like another dog.

Charles loves cuddles wether it’s from you max or even sassy and jimmy he loves cuddles

Will snatch food off the counter.

Does not like when guys hit on you when he’s out walking in wolf form with you.

Poly! Werewolf!charlos

Carlos is bigger/bulkier than Charles Charles is taller and leaner than Carlos

24/7 guard dog mode

Consistently mother henning you

Feeling sad instant cuddles

Want to Go for walks late at night no worries Charles and Carlos will follow behind you act like you don’t notice them but you do

You don’t mind though

They both love kids Charles will lick the faces of kids Carlos stares at Charles like he’s lost his mind but is still super soft with kids especially kids who have a disability they both rest their heads against them and let the kids pet them

If they run into a kid who's a little scared of dogs they both sit there and let the kid come up to them to get over their fear.

Poly!werewolf!carlando

Trouble makers who play to rough with each other

Lando likes to start shit every time

You and Carlos have a treadmill just for Lando to run on he loves it

Lando definitely radiates Moon moon energy (y’all know exactly what I’m talking about) while Carlos is somewhat more calm and relaxed

Poly!werewolf!Maxiel

Max is territorial over you and Daniel but in a good way

One time you got personalized dog bowls,leashes,collars and harness for them Daniel loved them max not so much he sat there one and pouted

Max hates going to the dog park he once tried to climb up into your lap to get away from the other dogs

Daniel love’s going because he can make friends with the other dogs

Daniel love’s going on walks max he’s a home wolf he rather be at home

If Daniel isn’t able to go out in public with you he’ll go instead whether it as a human or a wolf nine times out of ten it’s as a wolf he doesn’t like when people come up to him for pictures and autographs he finds it overwhelming

Poly!werewolf!landoscar

Oscar is the calmer one of the two

Lando has adhd so he’s always up to something

Like I said he radiates moon moon energy

Oscar loves to lay in between your legs with his head resting on your chest

Lando loves to lay by your side with you holding him.

Poly!werewolf!Loscar

Logan loves the water he’ll go into any body of water

Always Catches something whether it’s a duck or fish

He’s like a retriever he retrieves things

Oscar doesn’t like the water that much

They both are pretty much calm despite knowing each other since they were kids

Werewolf!Sebastian

A fucking menace crack head energy also radiates Moon moon energy

Of he wants a lazy day at home he’ll take off with one of your shoes from every pair and he’ll run around with it till you give up and stay home

Loves to go on walks and meet new people

He’s honestly a giant puppy

Pretty protective of you

He will weave himself in and out of your legs when you’re walking

Werewolf!kimi

You ever watch those videos of the dogs who’ll lay out in the snow and refuse to come inside yeah that’s Kimi he likes being outside in the snow.

Will let your kids brush and climb all over him.

someone once tried hitting on you so he growled at the guy and if the guy doesn’t get the hint his growls gradually get louder.

Also is a homebody only goes out in public with you if necessary

Despite his grumpy demeanor he loves kids and is pretty soft with them since he himself has had he doesn’t mind them

Constantly breaks into Jenson Button’s house we have no idea how he does it he just does

He acts like he hates the sleep overs but he secretly loves them

Will hide underneath the deck to get away from the chaos

That’s how he’s always back inside fastest when it’s dinner time

Has separation anxiety he constantly has to be with you and the kids

Werewolf!Jenson

When he found out that your daughter was a wolf he would carry her around like a mother dog would a puppy

Will almost always be laying down on the ground behind you

“Goddamnit Jenson!” Is something that is constantly said in your home because you forget that he’s their and you trip and or step on him by accident

Will look at you like it’s your fault like he’s not the one who laid directly behind you

Sleeps directly on top of you whether it’s as a human or wolf hill be right on top of you.

Werewolf!Mark Webber

He’s old so he’s calmed down a lot since he was younger

Except for when he’s with Jenson Fernado kimi and Sebastian and all of a sudden he’s a teenager again

Hates when Sebastian calls him old man and when Sebastian nips at his heels

Gets hurt when he’s with nado and Jenson because they all dare each other to do the stupidest shit ever.

Acts all manly but in reality he just wants to curl up in your lap

Werewolf!Fernando

Don’t let the old age full you he’s always up to no good

He’s like a husky always doing something

One time the guys dared him to jump down a flight of stairs news flash he did it he did not land on his feet like he said he would he slammed into the ground got up and shook it off

He’s convinced that he’s invincible he’s not

He Loves smelling flowers. He once got really excited and trampled your new flower garden.

Werewolf!reader x Alex Albon

He knows that the last person you trusted betrayed you

He doesn’t push your boundaries he’s really patient with you

He’s the only person you’ll let touch you

One time he came home to find all his cats grooming you he thought it was cute and adorable

Very protective of your sunshine personification of a boyfriend

You remind him of Kimi

You don’t like a lot of people but you’ll tolerate kids

He doesn’t mind you checking the perimeter of his home especially after the time hunters shot up his home

He won’t admit it but he’s a little terrified of it happening again but his knows you wouldn’t let that happen again

There was a lot of both regular tension and sexual tension when you both met

Werewolf!Pierre x Vampire reader

Pierre recognized you as his mate before you turned after you turned the pull he felt to you intensified and that scared him

He tried to push you away but when you cornered him for answers he tells you the truth which really hurt you so you ran from your feelings

Does everything possible to make you trust him again

He would never admit it but he loves the feeling of your fangs on his neck

Witch!reader

The guys love it when you let them help you make potions and spells

When they got out for runs they will look for any type of crystals because they know how much you use and love them

Will go with you to deliver potions

Will try to befriend your familiar (max is most successful almost immediately your familiar loves him, Lando had to bribe your familiar but in the end they became good friends)

It took lance months to figure out that you were a witch you weren’t even hiding it from him he’s just that slow

Angel!reader head cannon

You showed in Daniel’s life when he was struggling with his mental health at McLean

Always called you his angel even before you told him about you being an actual angel.

He helped grooms your wings pulling out the old feathers to make room for new feathers he keeps all of him because they are too pretty to throw away

He cried when he found out that Jules watches over him and the guys (they were best friends so it makes sense)

Cried harder when he found out you traded your angelic abilities to be with him and that Jules took your place

Sometimes he can feel his friends presence watching over him

Grim reaper reader headcanons

Despite being surrounded by death Charles always felt this warmth coming from you

He felt safe in your presence

He knows that his father and Jules watch over him

Charles misses you even though the two of you were never together

Over the years before you left he always felt your presence even if you never showed yourself to him

When it was finally his time he found comfort in the fact you came to help him cross over into the light

Cat!Max

Cat!max faintly smells like human max’s cologne

Cat!max will go out on walks with the reader

Very possessive over the reader both as a human and cat

Loves snuggling with the reader in his cat form

Finds it funny to pop Daniel in the head even though the reader is dating Daniel

Cat!max is extremely petty

Cat!max likes to supervise all projects in the reader's home

Loves to be called sweet boy

Hates going to the vet every time the reader mentions the vet max will disappear and reappear a few days later

Extremely pouty when Daniel comes to visit

He sometimes forgets that the reader isn’t his girlfriend

Will hold onto the readers arm while they sleep

Shifts back into a person when to reader as a nightmare to hold them

Helped the reader with self care ✨ one time (before Daniel)

Sometimes when he meows it comes out like a squeak

Only likes it when the reader holds him

He got chunky over winter break because the reader kept giving him treats he loves scrambled eggs and chicken the most

Daniel was definitely an instigator in the treat giving

Mick Schumacher x vampire reader

First time he met you it was at Sebastian’s place you threw Sebastian across the yard that’s how you two were just chaotic best friends

Loves when he feed from him he gets turned on by the feeling of your fangs

He’s so conditioned that he can only finish if you feed from him while you ride him 🤷‍♀️ he likes it

[vivwritesfics]

Hungry Like The Wolf

Chapter Fifteen

She hadn't seen her best friend, Lando, in years. She didn't run into him the last time she was visiting her father and she doubted she'd see him this time. Things were different now. She wasn't aware of his furry little problem. Just like she wasn't aware of the vampires plaguing the town.

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Vampire!Oscar x Reader x Werewolf!Lando

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A nest of vipers. That was what Carlos had called the big house in the woods whenever they caught sight of it. Lando's skin prickled as he followed Oscar inside, keeping close to him.

His hand itched to reach out and grab a hold of Oscars, but he held himself back. Not here, not in front of Oscars... what were they? Lando had a pack, he knew that, but what do you call a group of Vampires?

Fuck, they were all staring at him. He resisted that urge, the voice in the back of his head telling him to growl and bare his teeth. They'd just hiss right back at him, he knew. His breath was coming out short, stomach dropping to the floor. He was going to throw up.

A hand grabbed his. "You're panicking," Oscar whispered, but Lando knew they could all hear it. "Remember why we're here."

Right, they were here for her.

Mark watched them. He never let his eyes stray to their hands, to where they were connected, but Lando knew he was looking. He tightened his grip on Oscar, as if that would somehow stop his fight or flight response from kicking in.

"Oscar said you boys have something to tell me," Mark said, folding his arms over his chest.

Just looking at him, you wouldn't be able to tell he was a vampire. Actually, that was the case for everybody in the room. Their teeth were prominently displayed as they spoke and the pale skin was a result of weather around here.

Lando looked at Oscar, who was looking right back at him. They'd agreed before they walked into the house that Oscar would most of the talking. Lando was just there to be representative for his pack.

Oscar's mouth opened, ready to speak.

"There's a new pack," Lando said in one breath, unable to hold it back. "Just outside of town."

Whispers started up around the room, and Lando could hear every one of them. He ignored it, focusing forward on Mark, who let his eyebrows go up. "A werewolf pack?" He asked, attention on Oscar.

Oscar gave a nod. "Yeah. I think one of them came into town." He looked at Lando again. "Lando found one outside of the big house on Swan Drive and chased it away."

Mark's attention switched to Lando. "Swan Drive is your territory," he said. "Why does the pack want us in on this?"

"Because we don't think it was a coincidence that they were outside of that house." There was an edge to Lando's voice, a growl he wasn't quite letting through. "You know who lives there, you know what she means to Osc and I."

Oscar squeezed his hand. "Look, I've spoken to the wolves already and-"

"Not on my authority," Mark said quickly.

"No," Oscar agreed. "Not on your authority. But it would make sense, wouldn't it? If they want our territories, what would be the best way to get rid of us?"

"If we tear each other apart from the inside," Lando finished for him.

Oscar sucked in a breath. "It's just a theory, for now. We just want to make sure she's safe."

Shaking his head, Mark stepped closer to the two of them. "We're not going to get involved with this new pack," he said. "I'm sure the whoever is running your pack said the same thing. We'll be polite, stop them from coming onto our territory, but that's it."

A growl left Lando's lips. "What about her?"

"She's human. She's got nothing to worry about."

His eyes were yellow, unable to hide how angry he was. His fists shook, not remaining fists as he was unable to stop the change. His teeth elongated, hands becoming heavy paws.

"Lan," Oscar whispered. He pushed his fingers through his dark fur, trying to sooth him, but nothing was working. "Get out of here. I'll meet you at the café."

Lando disappeared out of the vampire house, running through the forest. They could still hear his growl as he headed back to the pack house.

***

It hadn't taken Lando long to calm down. She was was waiting in the café for the both of them, latte in front of her.

He got there before Oscar, his shirt not buttoned right. His hair was a mess as he sat in the seat opposite her. "Sorry I'm late, baby," he mumbled and took her hand, squeezing it. "And I'm sorry about the window."

"Don't sweat it, Lando," she replied and squeezed his hand back. "My dad is furious but he doesn't know it was you."

He still looked guilty as he got up to order himself a drink. A hot chocolate, and he knew he wouldn't finish it. He sat back opposite her, just in time to watch Oscar walk through the door.

His hands were shoved into his pocket as he walked over to their table. His eyes were fixed on Lando and he reached out to push his finger through his hair. "Had me worried there," he mumbled and kissed the top of his head.

Lando's cheeks were red, but he was stuck staring at his hot chocolate. Why did nobody see the danger that he saw? Why did nobody want to protect her like he did?

They were saying his name, had been for a few minutes now, but it was falling on deaf ears. "Hey," Oscar said softly. "Where have you gone?"

Lando shifted in his seat, sitting up slightly. "Sorry," he said, looking between the two of them. He picked up his hot chocolate and swallowed a mouthful, ignoring the way his throat burned. "I..."

The words died on his tongue. He looked at her, at how worried she was. Worried about him. But he was worried about her. He just wanted to keep her safe.

Just tell her, Oscar wanted to say. He couldn't do it, he didn't know. So, it was up to Lando.

"Can we get out of here?"

Oscar tried to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend. Lando was stuck in his own head, and Oscar was happy to do anything to help him. He looked down at her. "What do you say, sweetheart?"

But she was already standing and taking her plate and mug over to the counter. Lando did the same, leaving his almost full mug of hot chocolate for the staff to take care of.

His arm was over her shoulders, nose against her head as he led her out of the café. Oscar brought up the rear, watching as Lando's shoulder's dropped with every breath he sucked in. He was calming down as he forced himself to accept that she was safe.

"Where you do you wanna?" Oscar asked, standing on the other side of her. Lando looked around, looked for any unfamiliar faces. Looked for anybody standing too close, looking for too long. Nobody met his eye, nobody dared get close.

Oscar stepped closer, wrapped his arms around him. "You're okay," he whispered. "She's safe. We'll make sure it stays that way."

And, suddenly, her name was called. Both boys turned so quickly as this man approached her. Not a werewolf, Lando could tell instantly, but still a threat.

She frowned at the guy before she placed him. “David? David from high school?” She asked and the man gave a nod. “This is Oscar, my boyfriend,” she said, gesturing to the man standing beside her.

Oscar reached forward and shook his hand. He squeezed it just a little tighter than he needed to, showing him that he meant business.

“And this is my…” She gestured to Lando, turned towards him. But he wasn't there. His wolf sat beside her, growling at David. “...my dog.”

“He's gorgeous,” said David, too wary to actually reach out to stroke his fur. “Is he a husky mix or…”

She nodded and stroked through Lando's fur. “Yeah,” she answered. “Something like that.”

David folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her. “Are you still friends with Lando Norris? You guys were inseparable growing up.”

Lando growled louder and stepped closer to her, trying to protect her from this guy. Something was off about his vibe and Lando wanted him gone.

Swallowing, David looked down at him. “I better go,” he said and backed away from her. “It was great seeing you.”

“You too,” she replied quickly, watching as he got into his car. Her fingers scratched at the base of Lando's ears. “You're lucky you're cute.”

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[milkcookiekin]

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ask boundaries: no nsfw asks for minors (this includes if their ages are not confirmed by any official media, but they are still clearly minors), no bathroom kinks, no noncon/cnc, incest/stepcest, pedophilia, age gaps, etc., if you ask for anything of the sort, you will be blocked.

(requests are currently open, it’s first come first serve!)

(I will only be taking 75 requests at a time, so I have time to work on all of them, so check the list to see if any slots are open! only request when requests are open.)

(the ones in the “currently working on” section are in order of which I want to finish first, the rest are not, so I can’t guarantee your requests will be done in order of when you gave me your request.)

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, do not request if requests are closed, especially if I’m not working as often!)

main fandoms:

omori

phighting! (taking a break from these so please don’t ask, you will be informed if you weren’t aware, but don’t push further)

splatoon (just the manga)

eddsworld

boboiboy galaxy

brawl stars

the promised neverland

the bfdi series (minus idfb)

encanto (will only take romantic requests for isabela, luisa, dolores, mirabel, camilo, bruno and i’ll throw in carlos just for fun. i will only take familial/platonic requests for everyone else)

currently working on:

1. zuka nsfw hcs

2. unrequited love with subspace!

3. biograft and reader fighting together!

will work on soon:

4. dom nsfw hcs!

5. shuriken and illumina w/ feminine!male!reader (separate)

6. yandere subspace x human!gn!reader

7. katana relationship hcs!

8. self aware scythe hcs

9. sub sword hcs

10. self aware darkheart hcs

11. phighters fighting and breaking up with their s/o (no I will not make a pun, fight me)

12. banhammer x wife!reader sfw and nsfw

13. army x reader

14. aloha x reader x mask

15. aviators x reader

16. ocho x octoling!reader

17. the broker smut hcs

18. edgar x isekai’d!reader

19. illumina x artist! reader

20. hyperlaser x traitor!reader

21. colt x rival!male!reader

22. colette x fem!reader who’s interested in her works

23. bottom darkheart hcs

24. husband medkit x reader hcs

25. self-aware firebrand hcs

26. scythe smut hcs (part 2)

27. illumina smut hcs

28. fluffy scythe hcs

29. kel x reader who likes writing, especially romance stories

30. broker general relationship hcs

31. platonic headcanons w/ icedagger

32. medkit hanahaki hcs

33. scythe flirting with her easily flustered s/o

34. boombox x autistic musician reader (platonic)

35. biograft w/ sibling reader

36. vine staff nsfw hcs

37. ray and emma (separate) x entp reader

38. illumina x reader angst

39. broker x medkit’s distant cousin!reader

40. young zuka relationship hcs!

41. ghostwalker x reader angst

42. windforce unrequited love hcs

43. traffic relationship hcs

44. pwnatious relationship hcs

45. rocket dating reader who’s affiliated with blackrock

46. dom and boombox (separate) w/ a bunny girl smut hcs

47. buster x reader nsfw hcs

48. bottom!pwnatious hcs

49. jesterspace x reader hcs

50. lawrie nsfw hcs

51. hyperlaser x fish-like!reader hcs

52. mortis x reader x colt hcs

53. traffic x feminine!reader

54. valk relationship hcs

55. follower!sword angst hcs

56. reader trying to be there for the main friend group after Mari’s death

57. fullscore trio x reader (separate) fluff hcs!

58. larry and lawrie (separate) dating hcs (no not with each other)

59. berry romantic headcanons

60. draco romantic headcanons

61. ray introducing reader to his family (modern au)

62. jealous fang and chester hcs (separate)

63. draco smut headcanons

64. werewolf!luisa x fem!reader (modern au)

65. platonic headcanons for tara and sandy (separate)

66. bibi x reader friends to lovers hcs!

67. boboiboy ais x reader fluff

68. adu du hcs!

69. real world aubrey x reader hcs!

70. bobble hat trying to help with reader’s awful sleep schedule!

71. four x reader relationship hcs!

72. two x reader relationship hcs!

73. tree x reader relationship hcs!

74. hachi x reader hcs!

75. sandy x reader hcs

76. emz x reader hcs!

77. fanny x reader hcs!

78. fullscore trio x reader human world hcs!

79. loser x reader hcs

80. teardrop x reader hcs

[mackjlee9]

Resident Evil (only Leon content)

Fluff/Angst

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii

ID!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii (ver.1) / pt.ii (ver2)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (prompt)

Leon Kennedy x Flirty!Male!Reader

SingleFather!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Werewolf!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (enemies to lovers)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Smut/Lime

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!FTM!Reader

Leon Kennedy Brainrot / pt.ii

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Dom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Leon Kennedy x Alpha!Male!Reader

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader x Carlos Oliveria

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

FTM!PowerBottom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

[ladymarvel27]

Dog or Corpse? | Carlando | (II)

werewolf!Carlos x reader / vampire!Lando x reader

Part 1

f1 masterlist

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

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

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

“What?”

“Why do you hate my project partner?”

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

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

“What disease?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her face softens as she realises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And Lando?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine for me,” he shrugs.

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

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

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

Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos @vivwritesfics

[theemporium]

okay so i have made it my life mission to flesh out a poly!werewolf au for every paring. we got lestappen werewolves x werewolf reader and we got grumpyxsunshine werewolf maxiel but like hear me out

carlando with werewolf!lando and reader with human carlos. inspired by the FINE man i saw to day with a giant doodle. like dog the size of a house istg.

anyways carlos is just walking around with wolfy lando looking fine af and lando is just feeling playful puppy energy and he always gets liek this when his wolf has been cooped up for too long. and this girl comes over to hit on carlos. like really forcefully, to the point where carlos is trying to use lando as a buffer between them so he still has some personal space. and lando, always the little shit, pulls all the stops. like he's giving big puppy eyes, letting her pet him, doing so many tricks partly because he like's seeing how bold she will get and watching carlos flounder and turn her down when she's clearly not getting the hint and partly because he know's reader is going to join them in a couple of minutes and he wants to see how this all goes down.

and what do you know in comes reader and the way her whole body language changse when she sees this girl cooing to her bf just how cute his dog is and how she's looking to adopt a doodle herself and hey say why doesn't she just give him her number so the two of them can meet over coffee to discuss more. and reader walks up with their little bag of breakfast bagels, hands carlos his coffee, and slips her hand in the back pocket of his jeans as carlos instinctively goes to wrap his arm around her waist and is like all like "oh my god, so nice meet you, i couldn't help but overhear, are you looking to adpot?" "oh well he's actually a rescue, MY boyfriend and i just saw him looking so sad and pathetic that we just had to take him in" (to which lando is liek EXCUSE YOU but whatev)

and lando, the menace, goes straight to reader, totally 180 ignores the other girl, and basically drapes himself all over reader to be loved on, as if to say, "yeah you thought you really had a chance, look at the pretty picture the three of us make"

and after the girl makes a hasty exit carlos tearing into lando, not caring if he looks INSANE for having an argument with a dog all "mate i do not know why you do this" and reader is just like "it's okay, he knows how much i like to play."

anways they go home and destory their sweet boy, carlos bc he's frustrated that lando always likes to be a brat and reader because she's feeling territorial

-🌠

GAHSHSHSHSJSBSJSB LANDO EGGING THE GIRL ON FOR DRAMA😭😭😭

bonus points tho if sometimes carlos gets hit on and doesn’t even realise it. and then lando goes home and tattles on him like a wee child and carlos is like, “wait, she was flirting with me?? I thought she was being nice”

[s-awturn]

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I can't believe how long this chapter turned out, I wrote it all after work (in fact I'm posting it while I'm going to work hehehe) I'm not sure if what I wrote turned out well, So be honest when commenting, okay? Okay. Happy reading and enjoy!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters; | 3. war of hearts;

So lift up my body

And lose all control

I'm giving you all

She didn't have time to watch where she was running, her only concern was to keep a large distance between herself and the gigantic wolf that was chasing her. She could almost feel the werewolf's hot breath on the back of her neck and his growls were close enough to make her heart pound in her chest, she jumped over the root of a large chestnut tree before rolling down the cliff, but that didn't stop her from running when she found ground. Y/N didn't even waste time looking back, she didn't want or need to know where the werewolf was, she knew he was still on her trail, there was no place where the witch could hide.

Not with Carlos gripped by a strange frenzy that seemed to cloud all his senses.

She heard his howl, the moon at that moment shone high in the sky, illuminating the gaps between the trees, making the forest even darker and prone to an insane chase.

This wasn't what I was planning for my night, she thought in frustration, holding the hem of her skirts to help her run better. Her dress was filthy — this seemed to be very common when it came to her and Carlos — the branches made tiny cuts on her face and arms, and there was mud drying on her face. Y/N was a mess.

She tripped over a fallen branch and almost fell to the ground. It was by the grace of the Goddess that she managed to regain her balance and continue running.

“I can't let him catch me, I can't" she huffed, trying to keep up the courage and stamina to keep running, the adrenaline strengthening the witch's legs, propelling her forward.

Keep running, little witch, keep running, her instincts said.

— ☽ —

His plans for that full moon night were simple: leave Y/N at Blanca's house and spend the night in the forest, as far away from the little witch as he could. There was no way it could go wrong.

But the way his skin felt itchy, the discomfort growing in his chest and the distance from Y/N made him fall into ruin.

And for that reason, when the Moon rose in the sky, Carlos found himself taking the opposite path through the forest, he followed the trail that led to his sister's house, the distinctive scent of lavender and lemon filled his lungs, further stirring the raging beast within him. It didn't matter if Carlos didn't agree, so what if he and Y/N hated each other? The wolf inside the man wanted the witch and he would have her that night. Even if he had to subdue Carlos' body to do so.

Carlos literally knocked down the door of Blanca's house and the woman understood that it was no longer her brother there, the golden eyes revealed that the wolf was in command and nothing could stop the beast from getting what he wanted.

Blanca knew that Y/N wasn't ready yet for whatever she and Carlos had, but there was no physical way to stop her brother's wolf from invading the small room where she was.

“Run Y/N!” She screamed, but it was useless because at that point, the witch was already deep in the forest, running desperately. That only encouraged the werewolf even more, he abandoned the hut and transformed into the air, running after his sweet prey between the trees. If the brightness of the moon combined with Carlos's wide vision didn't make it clear where she was running, her smell mixed with the aroma of fear would tell which direction she was taking. Her scent made the werewolf salivate to the point that it ran between his sharp canines, dripping down his jaw, the wolf wanted to drown in the witch's sweet perfume, he wanted to mark the silky skin, bite the soft flesh and make Y/N what she was born to be: his mate.

The werewolf could reach Y/N at any moment, but he wanted to see the witch run, he wanted to hear her heartbeat, the smell of the witch's adrenaline and fear perfuming the air. He heard her rasping breathing, her running footsteps, she could barely see where she was running, minutes before she rolled down an entire cliff, but that didn't stop her from continuing to run.

Meters later, she tripped over a root and almost fell, and this persistence made the wolf even more eager for her. Y/N ran until she stopped in a cave hidden under a handful of trees that few knew about.

So convenient…

Her heart echoed in the cave, the wolf licked its teeth, hungry as it trotted towards where its prey was trying to escape. The cave was large and there were several chambers inside it, an opening in the cave's high ceiling allowed the moon to illuminate the cyan-colored waters of the natural pool there. The cave had two exits, one of which was blocked by the werewolf and the other, which led to the stream, was submerged.

There was no way Y/N could run away from him and that drew a deep growl from the wolf. She walked backwards until she hit the rough stone wall, she was alert, the witch thought of ways to escape from there, to escape the werewolf's dominant and persecuting energy, she scanned the entire cave, looking for exits. Y/N was too nervous to summon her own magic and defend herself.

Only the golden glow of the werewolf's eyes could be seen from where he was, Y/N would not see the werewolf taking control of the man's body, at most you could hear the sound of bones breaking before they were rebuilt again.

“You can't run away from me, little witch” he said, walking towards her, Y/N pushed herself further against the rocks, but nothing changed, she remained in the same place. Carlos' naturally deep voice took on a huskier, more animalistic and open tone, he wanted his voice to echo.

“S-Stay away from me!” She shouted, warning him. “D-Don’t come any closer!”

He laughed, a deep laugh that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“You'll never keep me away from you, little witch...” he replied, crossing the moonlight, making Y/N sure that Carlos wasn't in control of his own body, not completely. “You are mine and I like to keep what belongs to me close to me... Even if I have to hold it between my teeth”

And with that, he smiled, showing his large fangs, the result of divided dominance, the witch's heartbeat increased and the damp smell of her sweat was present.

“You won't get what you want from me," she said, her trembling voice and wide eyes conveying no firmness, the wolf hummed in contentment.

“You will gladly give me whatever I ask of you, little witch” and suddenly he was glued to her, Y/N screamed in fright as she felt him so close. Close enough that they could both feel each other's heat, close enough for the werewolf to grab her jaw and lift Y/N's chin, making room so he could slide his nose over the delicate skin of her neck, sending strong shivers down the girl's spine. “Fucking good” Y/N whimpered when she heard him growl and gasped in fright as she felt his tongue lick a stripe from the base of her neck to her chin.

She tried to pull away, but the werewolf held her waist, keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

“Shh, quiet,” he growled, nibbling on her ear.

“Let me go!” She tried to pull away, struggling in his grip. The wolf smiled fiercely as she lost the rhythm of her own breathing.

“I’m starting to think you like running away from me, little witch...” the man retorted “Always running, running away... Do you like me chasing you, little witch?” he grabbed her hips and made her ride his thigh, which Y/N didn't even feel was between her legs. She bit her lip until she tasted blood on her tongue, feeling a strange tremor shake her insides. She had never felt this before, it was strange and warm. Her whole body heated with it.

Y/N heard the growl close to her ear, and moved her hips as per his command.

“Holy hell” his husky voice made her shiver even more “your smell is driving me crazy, little witch”

A shred of consciousness cleared the witch's clouded mind and she took advantage of the moment to run away from him, However, it was not even able to reach the edge of the natural pool, because it was knocked down aggressively, but did not reach the ground. The wolf made sure she fell on his body.

“I told you, little witch, I won’t let you get away, ever,” he said before pushing his mouth against Y/N’s, swallowing her complaints, her frightened little scream. He devoured her mouth hungrily, a growl grew in his chest as he tasted her, still sweet and mystical like her own owner; he bit and sucked her lips until Y/N moaned, resting her hands on his bare chest. The werewolf devoured every breath she had and when they pulled away, she was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes fluttering, completely surrendered. The sight made the wolf even more eager to take her entirely, he wanted her badly, he was hungry for her and needed more.

I needed to devour her as soon as possible.

“Too perfect, little witch” he slid his thumb over Y/N’s swollen lip, before kissing her again, and this time, he made sure to slide his hands over her body, undoing the fragile seams of the coarse dress. She had never been kissed and didn't expect her first kiss to be like that, intense, feral and wild. She was being swallowed by her own sensations, she felt his sharp nails tearing the fabric of her clothes, his mouth kissing her with such passion, she didn't know what to focus on, everything was extremely overwhelming.

Her back arched spontaneously as she felt his fingers trail up her spine, and the wolf stopped kissing her, nibbling on her shoulder and the skin of her collarbone, leaving sweet bite marks, making her gasp. Her body responded so well, so easily.

“I’m going to devour you, love,” he growled, “I’m going to eat you whole, and when I’m done, there won’t be a single piece of you left that I haven’t enjoyed.”

He laid her down beneath him, stretched out on her torn clothes. Her chest rose and fell so fast he could barely keep up. Y/N tried to cover her naked body, but her hands were held by him, high above her head, firmly against the floor. Shame heated her cheeks, for the creature who controlled Carlos' body looked at her as if she were… Divine, a goddess, a sacred woman he wanted to worship in every way.

“I don’t care if you run away, because I will always find you, little witch, but I won’t allow you to hide from me, don’t hide from me what belongs to me, ever again.” the deep and dominant voice sounded double in her ears, giving Y/N the certainty that Carlos seemed to share control of the body with his beast. There was no biologically possible way for his heart to be beating faster than it was at that moment.

He scraped his nails across her skin, gently enough that she let out a soft little moan, and her voice rose in pitch as his thumb circled her sensitive nipple.

“See how well your body responds to me, little witch? Why do you insist on denying us this, huh?” he questioned, seeing the sensitive spot harden under his touch, and taking her by surprise, he covered the girl's nipple with his mouth, sucking until she screamed, so loud and sweet that it shook his body with satisfaction. Y/N felt like she was on fire, Carlos sucked like a baby as he made his calloused fingers slide down her torso, making gentle circles as he went down, she grabbed his hair and whimpered, her body moving without control, an unexpected chill shook the muscles of her belly when she felt his fingers below her navel.

Carlos groaned in delight as he sniffed the air and felt the scent of her arousal hit him like a punch. He licked and bit her nipple one last time.

“So sweet, I’m going to love devouring you, my little witch,” he cooed and growled loudly as he touched her between her thighs and felt her wet folds soak his fingers. “Oh love…you're dripping on my fingers, hell”

Y/N could barely understand what happened, when she realized she was kneeling and Carlos was under her, digging his fingers into her thighs and making the witch sit on his mouth.

Whatever she had felt before was nothing compared to the sensation of having Carlos' mouth in such a forbidden place. He licked her, sucked that sensitive spot that not even she knew about, Y/N trembled so much that she rested her hands on his hard chest and moved her hips involuntarily.

“By a thousand demons” he grunted, moving as little away from her as possible, still eating her pussy hungrily. “Keep it up, little witch,” he ordered, tightening his fingers on her legs.

She lost her stability and fell when Carlos scraped his teeth on that same previously unknown spot, causing a stronger tremor than before, she felt a knot forming in her stomach.

Carlos didn't stop until she was completely dismantled, she was shaking and moaning in such a delicious, attractive way, Carlos felt his cock hard to the point of hurting. He licked her a few more times until Y/N felt the knot violently come undone. Her moans diminished until they became mere whimpers; Carlos licked every drop of her essence.

From the moment he had tasted her, seen Y/N fall apart for him, he couldn't let her go, not when he found himself addicted to her annoying little witch.

She breathed deeply, tired and sleepy, but her conscience was very awake, throwing in her face that all that hatred was nothing more than incubated desire. She wanted Carlos, maybe she had wanted him since before the incident at the creek, maybe she had started to love him when she saw him come between her and her father, her people. There was no point in denying it.

Carlos handled her body with care and a certain amount of brutality, he continued biting and marking her skin, he wanted everyone to know that Y/N was his, even if she screamed that she wasn't.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding the golden irises in front of her, she hadn't even noticed that she was lying down again.

“Open your eyes, little witch,” he commanded, spreading her legs until she was exposed to him, spreading her soaked folds with his fingers, grunting at how wet she was.“I want you to watch me eat you, as I fuck you until you accept that you are mine... And you will, love... I will make you scream it”

He slowly inserted his fingers into her tight hole, enjoying her resistance to receiving his fingers.

“Relax, little witch,” he ordered, bringing his other hand to her clitoris. Y/N opened her eyes desperately and grabbed his hands. He sank his fingers even deeper, making her sigh. “That's right love, relax for me” he kissed her.

Deep down, she had actually expected more violence, more brutality from the werewolf, but she was willing to worship it completely.

“Carlos...” Y/N moaned, and moved her hips against his hand, wanting more than he was willing to give and well, he would give her everything. “Please.”

“Alright, alright little witch.” He pushed her fingers in again, and she cried out, digging her nails into him. “What do you want, my witch?”

She felt the tears burning at her eye line, that knotted feeling was growing again and Carlos didn't stop, the werewolf accelerated, her inner walls squeezing him in the best way possible.

He trembled just thinking that in a few minutes, his cock would be crushed there. He leaned over her, licking Y/N's tears. "Tell me how you feel, love, tell me.”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her eyes closed tightly and she tried to think, but all her mind could think about were those fingers going in and out of her, the thumb massaging her. By the Goddess, she was about to explode, Carlos handled her body like dough, drawing out reactions from her that he never thought he would know.

He continued licking her skin, trying to absorb more of her taste, smelling her, Carlos felt the scent of lavender and lemon gain darker, more intense hues. Slowly his scent seeped into Y/N's skin, marking her as his.

“Carlos!”

“Yes, little witch?”

“P-Please”

“Of course, little witch,” he said, slowly opening his fingers inside her, her untouched muscles clenching against him. Her knot came undone again, and if she hadn’t been on the floor, Y/N would have collapsed hard. He gave her a few more kisses on the mouth, humming at how slowly she responded to the kiss. “Open your eyes and look at me, little witch, I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you, while I watch you come undone on my cock...”

The werewolf's eyes flickered between brown and gold, his nails grew a little, sinking into her flesh, drawing a hiss of pain that didn't move him. Carlos held his cock by the base, His hard cock was completely slick with precum, he pumped it a few times, panting roughly before rubbing the irritated head against her wet folds. “Quiet, very quiet.” he ordered hoarsely, man and creature interconnected by the intention of venerating their companion's body as if she were a saint, a sacred presence. “I'll make it hurt just once, little witch, and then...” he licked her mouth with desire, staring into the witch's cloudy eyes "then I will make you explode with pleasure, my witch"

He pushed himself against her, hitting the bottom of Y/N's pussy. She screamed, bursting into tears, it felt like Carlos was ripping her apart, he held still until she stopped whimpering and dig your nails into his shoulders.

“F-Fucking perfect,” he grunted, holding her waist. “So good.”

When her body got used to that invasion, Y/N undulated her hips, moaning at the act, because she could feel Carlos completely inside her. Very slowly, Carlos moved away from her until only his fat head remained, embraced by the girl's pussy. She tried to make him come back, but he remained still, enjoying the spasms and the grip she had around him. And then he pushed back in hard, making her scream.

“Carlos!”

So he began a punishing rhythm against her, slow enough to make her eager and hard enough to draw out those cute little screams. The wet sound of their hips slapping together, of her moans, of his grunts was obscene, dirty and tempting, dragging the young girl into the limbo of her own pleasure. It looked the same as the ones Carlos had given him before, but it was so different.

She scratched the back of his neck hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. Y/N was squeezing him like a fist, and he knew he would cum soon. He couldn't take it anymore, not when she was better than any wet dream he'd ever had.

When his orgasm was about to happen, he licked the junction of her shoulder and her neck, so that at the height of her orgasm, Carlos sank his fangs in that very place, in that way, sealing the bond between the two. Carlos was the companion of a witch, and no force on Earth, in Heaven and even in hell could undo. Never.

Her eyes rolled back and Y/N's magic exploded like a supernova, the feel of Carlos' fangs on her skin making her orgasm stronger, more intense. She swore she could die right there and would accept death as a friend, but Carlos would never allow it.

Her emotions simplified and still in the lethargy of her orgasm, she felt another wave rising, drowning her senses and taking her deep, Carlos was about to cum too. His orgasm driving hers, taking her back to that limbo once again.

Thick strands of cum painted her insides, which still clenched around him. Carlos rested his forehead on hers, watching his little witch's eyes shine with her magic, Y/N shone and she noticed how the brown and gold mixed so well in his irises.

“I still hate you” she said tiredly.

“Well,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, that deep voice making it clear that the werewolf had not given in, “then I have no choice but to fuck that hate out of you, little witch… We still have a whole night ahead of us” he smiled evilly, slowly withdrawing inside her, watching his sperm leak out.

The witch gave an arrogant smile “you can try, mutt”

— ☽ —

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her until she was bent over, there was no more gentleness and care, only wild need and raw desire. She had bite marks on her shoulders, belly, waist, breasts and even her ass. She had moaned sweetly every time Carlos had pressed his teeth into her flesh. She moaned louder and louder every time his big palm hit her buttocks. The pure and untouched girl from hours ago was lost somewhere, giving way to the scandalous little witch; the werewolf loved every moan, every plea, he wanted her as addicted to him as he was to her.

"I-I c-can't take it anymore" she cried, resting her head on his shoulder, moaning when she felt Carlos kiss his mark on her shoulder.

“I said you would give me one more, and you will... You will give me everything I ask of you, little witch.”

She dug her nails into his thigh, enjoying every stroke his cock made inside her.

— ☽ —

He leaned against the edge of the natural pool, keeping himself close to his chest, since they finally got tired, Y/N remained quiet, receptive to his touch, of course, but introspective. And that wasn't the reaction he wanted from her after what they did.

“What's bothering you, little witch?”

“You're a werewolf. I'm a witch…”

He pinched her cheeks, turning her lips into an adorable pout “Yes, and we belong to each other now, I will kill anyone who threatens you, whoever it is” and kissed her, releasing her cheeks.

He didn't need to hear it, he knew she thought the same. Not even the reflected feelings needed to show him that.

“I think I have no choice but to accept it, from what I'm seeing.”

“Smart little witch, she understood things correctly” he said and began to wash her body, appreciating the marks spread across Y/N, everyone would know that they were definitely together and there was nothing to do.

And from that moment on, the pleasant silence that surrounded them was replaced by shouts calling for justice and Catholic prayers.

Villagers.

Neither of them were quite fit for it, her clothes were ruined and Carlos had none. But that wasn't important, one look between them was enough to understand what needed to be done. Carlos morphed into the big dark brown wolf and ran out of the cave, Y/N placed her hands on the ground, evoking the old magic that allowed her to access the powers of her ancestors, she needed to protect that land, protect the people who lived in the forest and mainly, protect Carlos.

It didn't take long for the souls of those who had died lost among the trees to respond to his call. It didn't take long, Y/N just pointed and the wandering specters headed towards the invaders. The smell of grass and burning flesh reached her nose, making her mourn for the fauna that was dying due to human ignorance, The screams of hatred were replaced by dread and fear. If the humans wanted to fear her, Y/N decided to give them a reason.

A little over half an hour later, Carlos returned to the cave, there was blood on his fur and a piece of arm in his mouth, he looked fearsome like a hellhound, ready to drag any unfortunate soul to the depths of the underworld.

Not caring about her nakedness or the blood on him, Y/N hugged the wolf, grateful that he had returned safe and sound; it wasn't long before she felt strong, possessive arms around her.

“I almost didn't have to kill them, you managed to scare them to death with those specters" he laughed.

“Well... It was just a little trick...” she shrugged.

“They’ll be back,” Carlos said and she knew it.

“Then let's kill them before that, they call us monsters and demons, it's time we do justice to the name” she said, looking at him seriously, but received a smile from him, a cruelly excited smile.

“You are a cunning, wicked little thing, little witch,” he cupped her face in his hands, “and that makes me want you again and again.”

She didn't even respond, she just offered her lips to him, which he gladly accepted.

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

Social Cues: Werewolf!Carlos Oliveira x Reader

I got you bb *mwah*

I had to rework it from a Halloween ask, but I hope you like you babe!

Contains: Werewolf transformation

He felt… off.

Well, more off than usual. He hasn’t felt right for over a year since he had his little accident, it was like something was always wrong in the deepest pits in his gut. It feels like something is always going to happen, he’s always on edge like a rubber band stretched too far that it was on the verge of snapping.

But today- He doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him. He could feel it clawing inside, wanting to tear apart his muscles by the bloody sinew, he could feel his organs shifting around like they were being twisted by monstrous hands. He wanted to vomit. He could feel his stomach growing icy cold inside of his blazing hot body. He was too warm for his liking, like his body was fighting off an infection desperately.

He knew what that infection was.

Even now, as he stands in the bathroom with icy cold water beating down on his naked body, he still felt his fever spiking. He braced himself against the tiled wall of the shower, both hands pressing against the wall as his shoulders flexed to keep him from falling. His thick, dark hair fell into his face as he heaved and panted. He grit his teeth and pressed his forehead against the icy cold tile; It was a short reprieve for his pounding skull as he felt bile bubbling up at the back of his throat.

Why was this happening?

Carlos spit out the bile that had collected under his tongue, the bitterness remained against his teeth as wiped the sopping wet hair away from his face.

Through the humming of the pipes and the pounding of the water against the bathtub’s floor, Carlos was aware of every single noise in the apartment: Including you.

Fuck, just thinking about you made it feel like he was stabbed in the heart. It rattled his insides, forcing him to open his eyes as he was startled out of his thoughts. He turned the faucet off and stood there in the shower completely naked, horrible thoughts racing through his mind of just the thought of you finding out what he really was. How would you even react to something like that? Cry? Scream? Call him a monster? It tore him apart inside, only urging the feelings swirling inside of him to become even more bitter.

Drawing the shower curtain back, he snatched at one of the towels off of the rack and started to wipe off whatever icy cold water clung to his body before wrapping the towel tightly around his waist. When he stepped out, he hissed softly, feeling an odd pull along his spine like his muscles had locked up. He stumbled, catching himself on the sink vanity as his hands grabbed at the marble counter before he looked up.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at what he suddenly saw. Through the haze of the bathroom mirror, he saw two horrid yellow eyes peeking through the steam that had oddly built up despite just taking a cold shower. Two horrible yellow eyes staring right through the haze and directly into his soul. He swiped his calloused hand across the mirror, wiping away the fog only to relax when he saw his own dark and very tired eyes. His shoulders sagged but he kept panting, he was trying to quell the disgusting feeling inside of him. He knew what it wanted, he could practically hear it whispering in his ear as it clawed at the back of his mind.

It wants to come out.

And he’ll be damned if he lets that happen with you not even twenty feet away in the kitchen making dinner. The smell of the food made his stomach both growl with desire and churn in disgust.

He knew that you thought something was up, and as he finally clothed himself and walked into the kitchen, he saw it in your eyes as you looked him over.

“You don’t look so good,” you noted as you wiped your hands dry on a towel.

“‘M not feeling too not, babe.”

Just the thought of lying to you made him feel weak and horrible.

You walked up to him and placed a hand on his head. Your hand was cold and a little wet from washing your hands in the sink. He leaned into the touch of your skin, feeling something awful bubble in his chest when you pulled away. He looked down at you with exhausted eyes.

“Are you sick? You feel like you have a fever.”

“I may have gotten something.” It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a lie, but it surely wasn’t the whole truth either. He needed to distract you from your worrying or it would make that horrible feeling cascading over him feel worse. “Maybe dinner’ll help.”

Dinner had relaxed him somewhat, quelling the gnawing fear in his gut for a little while as you snuggled up to him on the couch. A thick flannel spread over your legs, eyes on the tv and you both struggled to find something to watch. You were pressed right up against his side, one of his arms wrapped over your shoulders as you gently clung onto him. He could hear your heart fluttering in your chest, he could smell your sweet scent. He clenched his jaw and kept flipping through until he froze in fear at what was currently playing.

It was a fucking werewolf movie, some shitty b movie where its allowed to be over the top and bloody. The beast was ugly and horrific, up on its hind legs wearing the usual flannel shirt and dark jeans both torn to shreds as it held a fainted woman in its beastly hands. Its maw full of teeth like razors, its claws coated in blood, the woman had a nasty bite on her hip that bled through the fabric of her own clothes.

It was like he was shot through the chest. He locked up, his heart suddenly beating so slowly as it rattled through his head with every pound. It suddenly became hard to breathe.

He felt the tension finally snap inside of him.

He stood up suddenly, the couch scraping against the floor from how quickly he stood, before he set off for the bedroom. It was the first place he could think of despite knowing he was going to trap himself inside, but at least he could book it out of the fire escape. He slammed the door behind him, trembling hands locking the doorknob before he suddenly felt a horrible pain shooting up his spine. He couldn’t help the cry of pain that came out of him as he braced himself against the door. He pressed his full weight against the wood, his forehead resting uncomfortably as he winced at the feel of the beast taking over. On the off glance over his trembling shoulder, he spotted his eyes glowing a haunting yellow through the standing mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

And there was a soft knock at the door.

He slammed a hand over the crack between the door and the frame, fingers trembling as they popped and crackled while his nails threatened to give way to claws.

“Carlos?” your soft voice called out from the other side of the door. “Carlos, are you okay?” You sounded panicked but you were trying to keep calm. He heard you try the doorknob, he saw it wriggling but it didn’t budge. Another surge of pain rolled over, nearly crippling him as he fell to his trembling knees. The shout of pain that left him was deep, there were rumblings of something inhumane in his voice as he pressed his other hand over his mouth. He could feel it starting to take over, his vision swaying as he seized and shook. “Carlos, please! Open the door!”

He would rather die. He could see the look on your face if you found out if you saw him writhing on the floor as his body twisted into a hideous monster. Your eyes wide with pure terror, your heart beating so fast that it might give out, your body refusing to move like a deer in headlights.

You needed to leave.

“(Y-Y/n),” he managed to choke out.

He suddenly cried out, back arching as his spine crackled violently. Fuck, it hurt so much as he desperately tried to keep himself sane. He couldn’t last much longer. The corners of his vision were fading, he could feel his mind slipping, he could hear the monster baying at the top of its lungs. His clothes clung to him, too tight all of a sudden, threatening to pop at the seams from his growing body.

“Carlos, I’m here Just please, open the door.”

He could hear the strain in your voice, he could smell the salt in your tears. Fuck, you were crying for him. You were crying for the man you loved that was turning into a horrifying monster.

You needed to get out.

“Get out!” he suddenly found the strength to snap at you. His voice didn’t sound human at all, it was too deep and too pained. “(Y/n), please, get out of here-”

He cut himself off with another cry of pain.

He felt his body finally give in.

[loonylupinblack3]

Masterlist

hey, my name is alice and i write fanfiction <3

Who I Write For - list of ships and x readers that i will write for

requests are open <3

all my fics are from various platforms.

MARAUDERS ERA

It's a Date - (complete) jegulus, 1.8k, sirius getting regulus and james together (on ao3 and tumblr)

How it Could Have Gone - (complete) wolfstar, 10.6k, raising harry?? very heavy fic (on ao3)

Scream - (complete) jegulus, 16.1k, scream au (on ao3 and wattpad)

Sun and the Star - (wip) jegulus, chapters 2/?, werewolf au (on ao3)

Mine - (complete) regulus black x reader, 129.3k, enemies to lovers (on wattpad)

I Love You - (complete) barty crouch jr x reader, 1.4k, angsty (on tumblr)

Wretched - (complete) barty crouch jr x reader, 600 words, inspired by that one tik tok audio (on tumblr)

Black brother angst - (complete), regulus pov 690 words, canon complaint (on tumblr)

TEEN WOLF

Insatiable - (complete) Stiles Stilinski x reader, 52.5k, void/stiles (on wattpad)

Just Us - (complete) isaac lahey x reader, 86.7k, witch!reader (on wattpad)

Void - (complete) void/stiles x reader, 1.9k, villian gets the girl (on tumblr)

FORMULA ONE

Wrong Number - (wip) charles leclerc x reader, chapters 39/100, social media au, (on wattpad)

f1 grid reacting - (complete) reacting to you accidentally telling them you love them, 490 words, carlos x reader, charles x reader, lando x reader (on tumblr)

All For Nothing, After Everything - (complete) charles leclerc x reader, 2 parts, angst (on tumblr)

OTHER

Jess Mariano x Reader - (complete) 1.1k, gilmore girls, (on tumblr)