It’s not the first time you found yourself between that particular sandwich of werewolf and vampire Ferrari drivers. How they manage to turn you into this blushing mess every time is a mystery to you. Well. Not that much of a mystery actually. They are really good. Really really good. And no matter how many orgasms they squeeze out of you, you can never get used to it.
OR: Vampire!Charles and werewolf!Carlos have their way with you. You are not complaining.
charlos x you ~ explicit ~ 4,5k ~ threesome ~ vampire and werewolf
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Body still trembling from your most recent orgasm (not the first of the night and not the last either, you hope), you let Carlos wrap his big hairy arms around you and pull you toward his chest. You fall into his embrace with a satisfied sigh, your back to his torso. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck, lips wet with the remnant of your own orgasm over your sensitive skin, as you settle between his parted thighs. His arms tighten around your middle.
“You always taste so good, cariño,” he whispers in your ear, all smooth and hot.
You blush.
“Oh, stop it,” you protest feebly.
He rumbles a laugh into your neck, leaving ticklish kisses on your skin.
“Well, it’s true. Isn’t it, Charles?”
Charles crawls on the mattress right between your legs, opens them wider and lays down his head on your thigh. He smiles, revealing his glistening sharp fangs. His cool skin on your overheated leg feels like heaven (Carlos is so so warm behind you).
“Oh, she definitely tastes the best.”
You blush deeper. Your face must be so red right now (from your previous orgasm on Carlos’ tongue, from the piercing stare Charles is giving you right now), so so red you could be part of the Ferrari team. Gosh!
It’s not the first time you found yourself between that particular sandwich of werewolf and vampire Ferrari drivers. How they manage to turn you into this blushing mess every time is a mystery to you. Well. Not that much of a mystery actually. They are really good. Really really good. And no matter how many orgasms they squeeze out of you, you can never get used to it.
Anyway.
Charles drops a soft kiss on your thigh.
“Can I taste you too, now, amour?”
You nod fervently and feel, more than you hear, Carlos groan. Or maybe he is purring, who knows?
“Yes, please,” you say.
“Good. You’re so good to me, to us, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay?”
“Okay.”
Charles smiles again, all sharp fangs and cold lips for you. You shiver in anticipation.
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.
What if werewolf!bf’s heat actually starts to sync up with when you’re ovulating?
I can totally picture werewolf!carlos convincing his girl that she doesn’t need to be on hormonal birth control because he can provide for a child now so there’s nothing to worry about
and she’s been on the pill since she was a teen so she’s never really gone through the hormone rush as an adult and he’s smirking to himself when she’s practically dragging herself along the floor
by the next month, he’s matched up and ready for her and then there’s puppies (lol) within the year
WITHIN THE YEAR? dear god that’s a bit soon, you don’t even get a chance to experience the fun part for long
like it’s werewolf!carlos who’s just big and beefy and warm and strong🫠he could just throw you around like nobody’s business, casually hooking one arm around your waist and dragging you to the bed with him because he’s insatiable and needy and this man seems really dominant but he’s ready to whimper and beg to fill you up
About the Mythical Creatures AU, it was something like vampire!Evie, genie!Jay, werewolf! Carlos and dragon wings!Mal.
Ooooh, I have not heard of this! I’ve seen stories with one of these things involved (like, genie!Jay only or dragon!Mal only), but not all of them together! So I’m coming up with these on the spot!
Some of these are dark and reference violence and abuse
- Evie is a vampire because of some spell from EQ, she wasn’t born a vampire
- EQ was obsessed with the whole ‘young forever, live forever, always beautiful’ vibe that vampires have but didn’t want to try the spell on herself first in case it went bad
- it was all wonderful and nice to see her daughter radiant and glowing until EQ remembered that vampires consume blood and she’s kind of afraid of Evie now
- werewolf!Carlos is similar - Cruella brought Carlos to a magic user and asked for him to be turned into a dog so that she could skin him, but still a child so that he wouldn’t be taken from her (because Auradon would allow her to have a baby but not a puppy)
- he can kind of control himself, part human and part wolf, Carlos doesn’t follow the changing of the moon
- Cruella is fooled into thinking the shifts in him are random, so she can never skin him for his fur because she never knows when Carlos will turn back into a human
- genie!Jay likes to sleep in a lamp, but he only trusts his lamp with Carlos, Mal and Evie. They guard him at night by their bedsides
- he’s also part human, so he can pop in and out whenever he wants, he’s not totally restricted to the laws of a genie
- but he does have an impulse to grant wishes and Jay resents his father for it
- Jay also totally bonds with Genie from Aladdin like “how do I control this shit??? can I redecorate my lamp?!”
- with the whole ‘dragons hoard treasure,’ Mal is very protective of her friends because they’re such gifts to her
- always tearing through her shirts because her wings go crazy some days
- her wings also betray her mood. They’re still when Mal is alert, flap when she is angered, curl around her when she’s worried
I can picture werewolf!Carlos almost looking like a Newfoundland when he’s in his wolf form - big and thick with a ton of fluffy dark hair
and because he kinda looks like a regular dog, sometimes he decides to go out with you in wolf form
except he’s the most jealous creature alive and whenever guys come up and ask to pet him as a means to flirt with you, he’s immediately growling really low under his breath, trying to block you with his body, to the point where a lot of them wind up saying “geez, lady, train your dog”
of course, those guys are baffled when some little kid wants to pet him and he’s an absolute teddy bear, nuzzling into their little cheeks and giving them slobbery kisses and smiling with his tongue out when they do that cute baby giggle at the giant puppy
HOWLING😭he seems like this really big, aggressive dog whenever someone approaches you to flirt. he’s literally not above snapping his teeth a little until the dude gets the point
but with everyone else? the best goddamn dog about😌and he just loves it when you praise him, when you run your hands through his fur as you’re talking to some parents like, “yeah, he’s an amazing dog. best guy ever. so sweet and caring and the cuddles are amazing” because hell fucking yeah his cuddles are amazing
