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coqvttes · 2 months

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carlos o. bend me over and play with me

୨୧˚ synopsis : carlos bending you over his lap to play with you, forcing all your cute little noises out even if you’re shy, he’ll find a way to get em out of you.

୨୧˚ warnings : fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!carlos, mean!carlos, spanking, fingering, teasing, pussy slapping, petnames, mentions of oral, lmk if i missed anything!

୨୧˚ wc : 800

୨୧˚ a/n : requested by anon! here <3

“is this all you needed, doll? just wanted your pretty little pussy slapped and played around with?” he coos, a menacing grin plastered across his handsome features as your face burns a bright red. he’s right, it’s just what you wanted. his sneaky fingers slip through your glistening folds, playing with the arousal that’s gathered around there like it’s a toy.

you let out a pitiful noise when he pulls his fingers away, which are still yet to stimulate you properly as the hunger for release builds up inside you, he’s not giving you what you really want. it’s as if he’s doing this for his pleasure.

he slaps your poor cunt repeatedly and you can practically hear the lewd squelching sounds that are almost masked by your pathetic whines as he chuckles down at you almost mockingly. his fingers continuing their relentless attack on your now puffy cunt, oh your poor thing.

“carlos! you’re being mean!” you wail, trying to crawl off of him but he holds you down over his thighs with his strong grip.

“you ain’t going anywhere, sweetheart, i’m not done with you yet.” his free hand rubs gentle circles on the plump of your arse before smacking it cruelly. you whimper pathetically as your body jolts forward from the sting.

he coos at you before doing it again on the other side, you cry out from the burning sensation but your body betrays you as your arousal spills out of your hole, your cunt clenching around nothing as you desperately yearn for stimulation. you hate to admit it feels good.

it was impossible to say you were humiliated considering how much essence was dripping out of your cunt onto his lap. you knew it and carlos knew it, you fucking loved this. and he’d definitely be lying if he said he didn’t love it too, if not, more.

“yeahh, you like that? hmm?” he mocks, a smug smile on his face as his thick fingers tenderly glide over the curve of your arse before dipping into the wetness of your cunt, again, slipping in and out of you slowly with ease as he whispers filthy little things into your ear.

you almost don’t hear his question because of the overwhelming pleasure taking over your senses but you mewl faintly before weakly nodding.

“talk to me, baby,” he demands, curling his fingers inside of you, nudging that spongey spot inside of you that has your eyes squeezing shut and your toes curling.

“mmm! yess- ahh i lovee it, carlos!”

“fuck yeah, i know you do, baby,” he chuckles, before pulling his fingers out of you in a single motion, you cry out at the loss of pleasure and try to wiggle back into his hand but he stops you.

with his beefy arm, he firmly keeps you bent over his lap like a toy before he suddenly shoves his fingers inside of your warmth again, driving them in and out of you mercilessly, groaning at the wetness you’ve accumulated from his relentless teasing.

you practically scream out from the change in speed, taking you by surprise as you try to keep a grip on the bedsheets, but the force of his thrusts is too strong as you find yourself jolting forward, and all you can do is just take it.

his other hand which was holding your body down on the dip of your back, now slides up to your bouncing tits to grasp at them greedily. you whine out pathetically as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, he toys and tugs at them playfully eliciting a string of lewd noises from your mouth before returning his hand back to hold you down.

he picks up the pace of his fingers, now pumping his fingers in and out of you animalistically. you kick your legs up violently, whining from overwhelming sensations of pleasure and your hand flies up to cover your gaping mouth, muffling all the cute little noises you make as he viciously thrusts his fingers into your hole.

you rest your weight onto your elbow that digs into the bed before carlos pulls your hand away from your mouth, with nothing to rest on your head falls onto the duvet, your cheek pressing against the bed as you just lay there and accept the pleasure he gives you.

“don’t do that, wanna hear you, doll,” he growls, and you give in, letting all the noises of appreciation spill out of you, and he fucking loves it. the pleasure in your tummy builds up as his fingers curl perfectly inside you.

you let out a broken moan as your release hits you deliciously. his fingers don’t slow down as your body spasms uncontrollably, your cunt clenching around him tight as your arousal sticks to his fingers, practically spilling out of your all over his thighs.

but you know it’s not over yet, you just know that he’s gonna lay you down on the bed and spread your legs to lap up at your juices, because you’re his perfect little doll, and you’d let him play with you anytime he wants. <3

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ivysoul · 11 months

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me when i’m the first person to request a lil carlos fic from youuu 😁 here’s what i’m thinking.

carlos is a pussy eating god. literally would stay between your thighs for hours, and he has. reader starts feeling bad, feeling like she doesn’t give him the proper gratitude he deserves for taking care of her all the time. so she’s determined to give him the most toe curling, sheet gripping, life altering head imaginable, not letting up until she feels like he’s had enough.

tl/dr: reader gives carlos the head of his lifetime, practically overstimulating him ^^ (i hope this made sense.)

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 masterlists

pairings carlos oliveira x fem!reader

summary since the beginning of the relationship, carlos has spent majority of his time in between your thighs, bringing you to the stars. now it’s time to return the favour and increase it tenfold than what you were doing before.

warnings most sheet gripping oral i’ve ever written (m), praise, reader calls carlos good boy like once, overstim, two orgasms. nothin too crazy !! (carlos also calls the reader mama a lot don’t talk abt it i literally can’t stop.) not proof read don’t come for me.

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“What’s gotten into you?”

It was right of Carlos to be suspicious of you when you all but jumped on him the moment he walked in the door. Your hands ventured across his body, giving his large biceps a few firm squeezes before going to wrap around his neck. And the kisses were passionate (as always), but needy. So incredibly needy.

You were never this visibly antsy, you were always able to tone it down even if all you wanted was Carlos. But he was gone for almost two weeks and you found yourself missing his company and feeling incredibly lonely.

“What, a woman can’t miss her boyfriend now?”

Your fingers looped into the waistband of his pants, but not venturing too low. However Carlos, having spent too fucking long away from you, felt his body react before his brain could catch up. His t-shirt made him feel too hot and clammy and he needed to get it off. Preferably in the bedroom. With you.

“You’re acting like I was gone for such a long time, sweetheart,” even he didn’t believe the words entirely himself, because it was a long time. Any amount of time away from you is a long time to him.

You didn’t respond, figuring your actions would speak for themselves. So, you dragged him by his belt loops to the bedroom and took his clothes off for him one piece at a time.

Carlos smiled down at you but furrowed his eyebrows. “Y’know, I was gonna take a shower. I would assume that’d be more hygienic before we do this.”

You chuckled lightly. “You could roll around in cow shit and I would still wanna fuck you,” he stared at you. “Okay maybe that’s a bit of a stretch but you get the point. A bit of dirt never scared me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling your way over to him. You sat hovered over his half hard cock, reattaching your lips to his and tugging roughly at his hair. The action caused for him to moan into your mouth and squeeze his arms around your body tightly.

Your gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Missed you so much, baby,” you pulled away to say, a bit breathless.

“I missed you, too, honey,” he smiled at you lovingly. He’ll never get tired of looking at you. “Want me to make you feel good?”

You almost nodded, too into the routine of him coming back and finding home in between your thighs. But instead, you shook your head, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin from looking at his confused expression.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s your turn.”

Those words alone caused his cock to reach a full erection.

You didn’t give him head often, he always insisted on the fact that your pleasure came before his. Plus, in his eyes, if he got to have sex with you, it was enough. He got most of his pleasure from giving you yours, and he didn’t have a problem with that one bit. But you did, for the most part.

So when you did suck him off, you made sure it always topped the last occasion. This time was no different.

You started placing kisses on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones, leaving little lovebites on his skin. It looked like a trail going from his collarbones to behind his ear and it made you giggle, which in turn made Carlos giggle.

Though his laughing stopped when your brushed your thumb across the tip of his cock. The laugh trailed off into a whine, and it made you smirk.

Your lips are at his v-line now and your free hand is tangling in his happy trail. Your kisses are sloppy and wet, and when you lean back to look at his cock, you audibly moan at the sight.

The tip was an angry red colour and leaking pre-cum. And god, you didn’t even know he could get this hard. “So pretty, baby. Your cock is so, so pretty.”

Carlos didn’t expect you to take his entire length down your throat in one go, but here you were. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately accumulating in your eyes, but you kept going when Carlos let out a throaty moan. The sound made your clit throb.

“Holy fuck,” his voice was strained. You freed his cock from your mouth and trailed your tongue up a prominent vein, circling around his tip when you made it to the end of the vein. You pumped his cock with your hand, relishing in the way he was so needy for your touch.

Then, you ducked up head down and took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and kissing at it as he groaned. His fingers laced through your hair, trying his best to keep it at light tugs, but he found it harder and harder as time went on. “Shit, mama. So fuckin’ good at this.”

You squeezed around his tip and hummed in appreciation, which of course, only made him whine. Moving to his cock once again, you took him into your warm mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down agonizingly slow.

Carlos tried—he really did—to keep his self control, but every ounce of it was lost to you. His hips suddenly bucked up into your mouth and made you gag, not that either of you were complaining whatsoever.

You sped up your pace now, leaving Carlos a moaning and whining mess. Moans of your name repeatedly leaving his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Hair disheveled, lips swollen and wet from the previous kissing and him biting down on them. The pleasure he was feeling in this moment was intense. He hasn’t felt like this in a while. His head was spinning and his abs were tense. He felt like a fucking teenager with how badly he needed you.

“Mama—‘M so close. Fuck, fuck,” his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged harder than he meant to, but it caused for you to moan around his cock, which sent vibrations of pleasure directly through it. “Uhng! Sh-hit…”

You moved one of your hands from his thigh to his balls and cupped them, groping them firmly, just how you know he likes it. So it was no surprise when he felt his orgasm approach way too quickly for his liking.

You lifted your mouth from him, a thick string of saliva connecting you to his tip. With a hand moving up and down his cock in fast motions and the other on his balls, you looked up to him through your lashes, wet with tears. “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum down my throat?”

“Fuck yes, mama. Gonna fuckin’ cum. Needa cum so bad. Please,” you always loved it when he begged. So how on earth could you possibly tell him no?

And he came when you resumed your actions. He released a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and groan as he came down your throat, shooting hot, white ropes of cum. You swallowed every bit that he gave you without once lifting your head. And then continued.

If he was gonna spend hours on end with his mouth on you, you were gonna spend some time with your mouth on him. Despite his overstimulated state and his whines for you to lay off.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit!”

His sounds were like music to your ears that wanted to bottle up and keep to yourself. Unlike his usual deeper voice, his voice now was higher pitched. You loved it when he got like this.

The pain mixed with the pleasure made him see literal stars. His chest was heaving and his ears were ringing, but god did he love it. “M-Mama—oh f-fuck! Can’t. Can’t.”

You squeezed his thigh assuringly, letting him know that he could get through this. Besides, you weren’t sure you quite payed back the favour yet. You could tell he was getting close again, by the way his hands were getting more and more restless and the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

And then he was cumming inside your mouth a second time. Unlike last time, you lifted off of him to swallow, deciding to give your throat a small break before you went at it again. You could definitely see why he loved to eat you out for so long.

You beamed at him, smiling sweetly and rubbing his thighs soothingly. “You did so good f’r me, my love. Such a good boy, yeah?” Your voice was hoarse and your throat burned a bit, but quite frankly, you didn’t care one bit.

He looked down at you with low lidded eyes and smiled weakly. “Yeah. ‘M good f’r you, mama. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, hon,” you manoeuvred your way up to straddle his hips again and kissed him deeply, and he moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

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lambinarmor · 19 days

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#missed drawing her 🥹#jill valentine #resident evil #re3 #my art

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psxui · 8 months

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Resident Evil 3: Nemesis (1999) - Inventory

#resident evil 3 #re3 #resident evil 3 nemesis #nemesis #inventory #survival horror #ps1 horror #psxui #ps1 aesthetic #favorite

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refiwrites · 1 year

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this

is HIS song

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5nightsatteddys · 6 months

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Serraviera 😈

#serraviera #carlos oliveira #luis serra navarro #resident evil #re3 #re4

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princerevenant · 7 months

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my resident evil posters (so far!)

#resident evil #horror #re1 #re2 #re3 #re4

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northernyogurt · 7 months

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i'll get every game eventually

#resident evil #art #artists on tumblr #re2 #re2make #re3 #re3make #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #claire redfield #william birkin #annette birkin #sherry birkin #mr x #mr x resident evil #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #nemesis

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know-fear · 6 months

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Resident Evil 1-3 Title Screens (1996-1999)

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messylustt · 8 months

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late night calls — carlos oliviera

you rubbed at your eyes as you heard the rather alarming buzz of your phone on the nightstand. your eyes squinted against the light that came from your phone. through the brightness you saw carlos’ name. with furrowed brows you answered, rolling over in bed as you placed your phone to your ear. “carlos?”

“oh, thank god you’re awake.” he muttered somewhat groggily on the other line. “why, did something happen?” your body becomes tense, but carlos quickly consoles you. “nah, nah, just…i dunno…needed to chat” you raise your brows in the darkness of your room. “needed to chat?” you repeat.

“yeah, what’s wrong with that?” he replies with an almost seeable shrug. “it’s like two in the morning, carlos. i thought you were in trouble.” he chuckles on the other end. “don’t worry, you wouldn’t survive without me.” you scoff. “right now i think i can.” you go to hang up, but carlos’ almost desperate voice stops you. “wait, wait! y/n. don’t…don’t hang up.”

you pause, placing the phone back to your ear. “if nothings wrong, then why did you call?” carlos breathes out a small laugh. “do you gotta be a stickler all the time, huh? i don’t see nothing wrong with talking.”

“this early? also I’m not a stickler.” your voice turns slightly defencive. “right, right. yeah, no, definitely not.” carlos replies smoothly. you sigh, resting back against your pillow. “was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?” you can hear carlos shift on the other end. “and what if i said i just wanted to hear you talk?”

“i’d rethink about hanging up.” you sweetly say. “oh come on...” carlos drags out, his voice still low from sleep. “you gotta a nice voice. is it so wrong that i wanna hear you first thing in the morning?” you can feel your face slightly heating up at that. you cough. “then you should have called me in the morning.”

“it is the morning.” he indignantly replies. “so you’re telling me you wake up everyday at this time?” you scoff. “sometimes.” he replies. “hey, these muscles don’t just appear.” despite it all and your tired form you manage a laugh. on the other end carlos awakens more at that. the sound reverberating through him. he liked your voice, even more your laugh. it was…comforting to him.

“get any sleep? before i kindly interrupted, of course.” carlos asks, back against his bed as he kept the phone close. his hair was a mess, and his shirt was somewhere across the room. “kindly, huh?” your eyes are slightly fluttering from tiredness. “always.” carlos replies. you lightly chuckle, though carlos can hear the sleepiness drenching your words.

“and uh, yeah, i guess my sleep is alright.” you continue, rolling over again in your bed, your right cheek now against the pillow. “how about you?” now your words are drifting. you don’t mean to let them, but your fried brain can’t help it.

“ah, with the size of me and the unfortunate size of my bed i wouldn’t say it’s top notch.” carlos replies. he waits a moment, and that’s when he catches the faintest sound of a sleepy breathe. you had fallen asleep. “is my voice that soothing?” carlos chuckles to himself. he had wanted to talk to you. but he hadn’t known what about. correction — he had wanted to hear you. as much as he could. but now it seems it’s not enough. he doesn’t think he can let his head hit back against his pillow, he doesn’t think he can sleep.

he hasn’t been sleeping. at all. the last time he remembers is when the two of you were stuck in an abandoned apartment, while the infected prowled outside. it had been cold. and you two had decided to use body heat. he had slept so soundly pressed against you like that. in all honesty he misses it. even if it occurred for a brief night. a good sleep is hard to forget.

he couldn’t help it. the soft sound of your breathing on the other line was almost begging for him to come. you wouldn’t mind, right? either way he’s already made it to your apartment. he’s already inside, the spare key you had leant to him in the panic now coming in handy. your apartment is silent, dark. he silently reaches your room, your phone hanging precariously now over the bed, your face squished up against your pillow. god he couldn’t help it. he creeps forward, slowly, quietly.

reaching the bed, it creaks, his body weight a little more than yours, your bed clearly not used to it. then he was under the covers, the sheet already feeling more comforting. he shifts closer to you, his front now at your back as his arm carefully drapes over your stomach. this is probably the most comfortable he’s been. his hand finds solace a fraction under your shirt, the heat from your skin bringing him even closer.

he actually manages a sigh as his breath hits your neck, his mouth close as his head hits the pillow. you slightly shift, a small airy groan leaving your lips. but carlos stays put, gently stroking your stomach as he whispered soothingly in your ear. “shh, it’s okay. it’s jus’ me. lie back, sweetheart…jus’ rest…”

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