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—‎ (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈) . ݁ carlos Oliveria biology ❤︎

ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ resident evil ✷ !fempov — ⋆ re3 ⋆ anatomy ⋆ third pov ⋆ Carlos oliveria ⋆ carlos ༝ !reader ⋆ afab x amab ⋆ established relationship ⋆ explict ⋆ NSFW .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer of course i can hun!! english isn't my native language there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense weep.. .ᐟ ◛♡

basic info 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖

full Name: Carlos Oliveira

Age: 26–27 during the Raccoon City outbreak (born around 1973–1974)

Nationality/Ethnicity: Brazilian-American (1st generation immigrant)

Occupation: Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (UBCS) Sergeant / Mercenary

❤︎︎. personality in intimate setting; Confident and playfully dominant type. Starts off cocky and teasing with that signature flirty smirk, using his charm and humor to ease tension and rile her up. Once trust is built, he becomes intensely protective and affectionate, almost possessive in the way he holds her close. Highly experienced from years of high-stress mercenary life, extremely skilled at reading her body language and needs. Lowkey romantic — lots of deep eye contact, warm kisses along her neck and shoulders,

Height: 6’0” (183 cm)

Build: Broad-shouldered, heavily muscled but athletic rather than bulky. Years of military training and fieldwork gave him a powerful, functional physique—thick arms.., strong back, and powerful legs built for endurance and quick movement.

Appearance: Warm olive tan skin, short curly wavy dark brown hair (slightly messy even when he tries to keep it neat), dark expressive eyes with long lashes, and an easy, charming smile that shows straight white teeth. He has a small scar on his left eyebrow and a few scattered scars across his torso and arms from previous operations.

Personality: Flirty, cocky, and quick with humor, but deeply protective and loyal. He’s the type to tease relentlessly but go soft the moment the she looks at him a certain way.

۪ ݁ 𓈒ꢤ sexual anatomy details

Carlos is very.. much a “big guy” in every sense—broad, warm, and physically overwhelming.. in the best way. He knows exactly what he’s working with and is confident about it.

Overall Body: His skin runs hot. Even in the middle of Raccoon City’s chaos, he feels like a furnace when he pulls her against him. His chest and shoulders are broad enough that she can practically disappear when he wraps his arms around her. There’s a light dusting of dark hair across his chest that trails down in a happy trail. He has a few old bullet graze scars and knife wounds that the reader likes to trace with her fingers (which always makes him shiver).

arms & Hands: Thick forearms corded with muscle, strong hands with rough palms from handling weapons. His fingers are long and thick perfect for gripping hips or thighs. He loves pinning the reader’s wrists above her head with just one hand while the other explores.

Thighs & Legs: Extremely powerful. Years of running, kicking down doors, and carrying heavy gear have made his thighs dense and strong. He can easily.. lift her, hold her against a wall, or keep her legs spread without breaking a sweat.

Cock: Thick and above average in both length and girth (around 8 inches when fully hard, with impressive thickness that makes her feel stretched every single time). The head is slightly flared, and he has a prominent vein that runs along the underside. He curves slightly upward, which hits that perfect spot inside her when he angles his hips right. He keeps himself well-groomed but not completely shaved neat dark hair at the base.

Endurance & Performance: Extremely high stamina. He can go multiple rounds and still have energy left. Carlos is a giver; he loves making her come before he even thinks about finishing. He’s vocal—lots.. of low groans, filthy praise in that smooth voice with a slight accent (“That’s it, baby… just like that”), and he moans her name when he gets close.

Preferences & Habits: ۪ ݁ 𓈒

Loves eye contact during sex. He’ll tilt her chin up so he can watch her face.

Big on body worship—kissing her stomach, thighs, and breasts while murmuring how perfect she feels.

Aftercare king. He’ll pull her against his warm chest, stroke her hair, and whisper soft things in English and Portuguese.

Has a slight breeding kink (even if he’s careful). Loves finishing inside and then staying buried deep while he holds her.

Enjoys when she rides him; he likes gripping her hips and watching her take him.

Turn-ons: her in his oversized UBCS shirt (and nothing else. especially when he can see her hard nipples already from afar.), her pulling his hair, her being a little shy at first then getting bold, and when she scratches his back or shoulders.

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fetishies & kinks

Size Difference & Manhandling: He adores how much bigger and stronger he is compared to her. Loves picking her up, pinning her against walls, folding her legs back, or holding her hips while he controls the pace. The sight of his large hands on her body turns him on immensely.

Light Restraint & Strength Play: Using one hand to pin both of hers above her head, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, or holding her still while he thrusts deep. He enjoys the contrast of his raw power with gentle aftercare.

Marking / Possessiveness: Light biting, sucking marks on her neck, breasts, and inner thighs. He enjoys seeing the evidence of their nights together on her body the next day.

Eye Contact & Intimacy: Not exactly a fetish, but a strong preference. He wants her looking at him when she comes. Lots of forehead kisses, nose nuzzling, and deep stares while he’s inside her.

Sensory Play (Light): Enjoys teasing her with his mouth and fingers for long periods. Also loves when she pulls his hair or scratches his back hard enough to leave marks.

Turn-Offs / ᜔ 𓂂 ׅ Limits:

Anything that feels genuinely humiliating or cruel toward her. He’s protective by nature and gets turned off fast if it feels like real degradation.

Heavy pain play or blood play — he’s seen enough violence in his line of work and doesn’t want it in their intimate moments.

( ´͈ ٣ `͈) Bonus Habits:

He’s the type to tease her about her kinks in a playful way outside the bedroom (“So you like it when I hold you down, huh?”) but becomes completely serious and focused once clothes are off. After particularly intense sessions, he becomes incredibly soft — lots of cuddling, hair stroking, and whispered affection while still buried inside her.

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I am Waddad, I live in the war-torn Gaza City. My house was destroyed under the bombardment, and had - 9 nothing left but memories and the pain of loss. We lived harsh days of fear and displacement, carrying our souls among the rubble in search of safety. In the midst of this tragedy, lI lost my dear husband, whose news was interrupted a while ago due to displacement, and his fate is still unknown,

Because of the loss of my husband, I now live with my daughter Najah and she is a mother of four children, facing the harshness of life with patience and strength despite the severe suffering she went through because of the war. We lost our home and began to live with our children in a tent in the middle of the str without security or stability.Her suffering was not limited to that, I also suffer my mother Wadad, who was disabled, who was exhausted by displacement and suffered from chronic diseases such as diabetes and high blood pressure, which requires continuous treatment and care. Despite the harsh conditions, we are still trying with all our strength to provide food for our children and my mother, and seek urgent humanitarian support to meet their basic needs and provide the necessary treatment, clinging to the hope of a more dignified and safe life for al them.

She never imagined finding herself in a situation that forced her to write these words, but life took an unexpected and destructive turn. Her family, consisting of my beloved husband and our four children - two daughters and two sons - is facing a crisis that we canpot overcome alone

We ask for help urgently because we can't do it alone We need to rebuild not only our house, but our lives. Every donation, no matter how large, will be allocated directly to provide a safe place for our children to sleep, enough food for them, and a chance to hope again. We ask you, if you can help us in these difficult circumstances, to appoint us, and we will be grateful to you forever. Perhaps your generosity and generosity are the light that illuminates our paths in this darkness.

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  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

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We urgently need help for our community member, Jummy. A small cut on his foot became severely infected and is now filled with maggots. Doctors have confirmed the infection has turned cancerous and requires immediate surgery. Without treatment, Jummy may lose his leg or his life. We cannot afford the surgery.

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fuck ice. fuck donald trump. fuck israel. fuck the military. fuck reform uk. fuck elon musk. fuck anyone who will say with chest that they support trump and then go and sit in church on a sunday thinking it absolves them of their hipocrisy. fuck anyone who refers to people- HUMAN BEINGS- as ‘illegals’. fuck anyone who claims to want to ‘protect women’ by putting a rapist in the white house. fuck the white people rioting in the uk who cover their racism with ‘protecting women and children’. do not use women as scapegoats for your hypocrisy.

if we wanna get real fucking technical here, exodus 22:21 “do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in egypt”

Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.

Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.

We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.

Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.

The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.

Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.

We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.

How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:

Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.

Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.

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Prologue

⊱⋆ ━ You were not meant to exist in his world — yet he tore open the veil to bring you through. A devotion that transcends death, creation, and divinity itself. He calls you his heaven, though he built it from ruin. ━ ⋆ ⊰