#sebastian castellanos x reader

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Don't Leave Me Alone: Sebastian Castellanos x Infected!Reader

Contains: Talk of infection, gunshots, trauma, gunshot wounds, and death

It was agonizing seeing you like this. He hadn’t really thought much about it until reality finally smacked him right across the face with a brutal wake-up call.

You were turning.

Despite being infected way after he had been, it was rampaging through your system far faster. As the hours passed by like dripping honey, it became evident that you were starting to turn into one of the infected.

Would it be selfish if he didn’t put you out of your misery?

He’s thought about it multiple times, just ending it for you when it looked like you were either about to turn or drop dead from a quick expiration. He would make it quick: A magnum shot to the back of your head…

If he had the balls.

You looked horribly exhausted. Dark circles around your eyes, it looked like the bags under your reddened eyes had started to sink in. Your cheeks were starting to look a little hollow and you had lost all color and life. He could see the veins sticking out on your body, thick lines protruding from your dirtied skin. They were horribly dark, whatever this fucking virus was had been coursing through you quickly.

You were starting to slow down too. You weren’t able to keep pace with the detective let alone hold up your gun properly to give him much cover fire at a time.

But something still told him to just hold out a little longer. Something inside of his head told him that there was a cure somewhere in this fucked up world. God, he hoped so. Just the occasional glance over his shoulder back to you had his gut churning with sorrow. The way you looked up at him with those eyes, they reminded him of a sick and old dog that needed to be put down. It reminded him of his own dog from years ago.

But you weren’t a dog and he wasn’t a fresh recruit right out of the police academy.

Even now as you both duck into an abandoned clinic, he still held onto some small scrap of hope that you would live. Sebastian barred the door as best as he could as he heard you limp off somewhere behind the counter. He peered through a crack in the door out to the ruined street, his exhausted hazel eyes locking onto a few infected people stumbling around aimlessly in the street, his shoulders dropping in relief knowing that you both were safe for now.

He heard the rattling of pill containers somewhere deeper inside of the clinic. You had been trying to treat the virus with any and all over-the-counter medication. It helped at first, especially any painkillers you found, with staving off headaches and lowering your fever. But now, it’s not doing shit. Hopefully, this clinic wasn’t a waste of time.

He heard you opening drawers and rattling around more pill bottles before he heard you coughing suddenly. It sounded both dry and wet at the same time, horribly painful and hacking. It sounded like you were trying to cough up something before he heard you gag.

He stepped away from the door and rounded the desk of the clinic to find you in the supply room. There were a few small bottles of pills on the dirty countertop and even a needle freshly peeled from its plastic wrapping. You were braced over the sink, hands gripping onto the counter for dear life, your ribs cutting into the hard surface as you pressed your weight against it to keep yourself up. Your legs were absolutely trembling as if they would give at any minute. There were a few white pills that had fallen to the floor, scattered around your feet as you heaved into the sink.

“(Y/n),” he called out as a warning.

He didn’t draw his magnum yet. He didn’t want to stomp out what remained of his hope.

You didn’t respond, you just continued to gag and make horrible noises with your back to him.

“(Y/n), talk to me,” his voice was starting to shake.

‘Don’t make me do this, (Y/n),’ he thought to himself.

His hands trembled as he slowly removed his magnum from his holster. Your shoulders rolled back one after another, your head dipped low as you spat up something horrible into the sink. Some of it had splattered onto the tiled backsplash in front of you; Blood, dark and thick as it dribbled down.

Regret started to sink into his soul. It latched onto him by the shoulders like he was being impaled and tried to make him crumble to his feet.

“(Y/n),” his voice was starting to waver, “look at me.”

‘Please don’t make me kill you.’

A horrifying noise bellowed out of you, solidifying your fate. It hit Sebastian like a ton of bricks knowing that he would have to do something he really did not want to do. The magnum felt so heavy in his hand.

‘Don’t you dare do this.’

You slowly raised your head but didn’t look at him. Just from where he stood, he could tell you had started to fully turn. He could barely see the side of your eye, now cloudy like the rest of the infected that wander what remains of Krimson City. You didn’t look at him still.

“(Y/n), I said look at me.”

‘Don’t leave me.’

Don’t leave him like Joseph and Kidman did. Don’t leave him with nobody else to trust in this fucked up world.

He raised his magnum until the nose of the gun was pointing directly at the back of your skull. It was leveled perfectly for if you turn around so the bullet would go directly between your eyes. He fucked up with Joseph, he wasn’t going to fuck up with you. He already drew this out longer than he should of. He wasn’t anymore of a monster than the ones that roam the streets for what he refused to do to you.

“(Y/n), please,” he begged with his chest.

‘Don’t leave me alone.’

Tears burned at his eyes, a few spilling over and down his cheeks. He was terrified; Terrified of facing the rest of this bullshit alone. He needed you. He couldn’t stand the thought of doing this without you.

You slowly turned, but it wasn’t you anymore, now was it? Sebastian felt a stab in his chest at the sight of your face, an emotion he couldn’t read from the blurring of his vision. What did know was that you were going to kill him if he didn’t put you down, the vicious clicking that came from your throat was a pretty good indicator.

You wound back, but before you could launch yourself at him, he fired a singular round.

He felt the air leave his body as your body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

[fortune-fool02]

Six years later and I am still annoyed that The Evil Within 2 game set Stefano up to be the main antagonise to the game, showing off with all the trailers of his Art Gallery, and he was such wasted potential.

He had the potential to be such a fascinating villain -which he already is- but his section feels so rushed that it's almost insulting to the man.

Yes, I am ranting. Yes, I am back in my Evil Within phase. This man deserved better!

[ap41cu5]

Tantalization

Joseph Oda x F! Reader Rating: Smut Genre: One-Shot NSFW Smut Word Count: 4068 Short Synposis: Joseph and the reader are on a nice dinner date. His unwavering respect for you almost got him to resist how badly he wanted you. Almost.

For: @foamimi !! Please let me know if you would like any adjustments!

“You know, it’s.. really nice seeing you relaxed like this.” You paused to sip the rest of your wine, “you look good when you finally have your guard down, and you’re not all serious and uptight like when we’re at work.”

Your words slurred and your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your dangly diamond earring became exposed from behind your (hair color) locks as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Joseph bit the inside of his cheek. “..is that so?” He replied, twirling a bit of his pasta onto his fork.

“It is.” You replied in a low tone, crossing your legs underneath the table, “you just have such a pretty smile. And quite a nice laugh, if I may add.”

The inside of the restaurant was undoubtedly romantic, candle lit and dark. With low tunes of some classical piece softly playing in the background. He wasn’t sure if it was just the candlelight, or perhaps even his imagination, but you had a certain twinkle in your eye that he hadn’t noticed before. A sort of sly, yet charming eloquence which held his psyche in a bind.

You rested your chin on your fist, taking a long moment to observe him. Joseph seemed to take a moment to chew his pasta, looking down at his food as he felt his face heat up slightly.

“You’re drunk, (First Name),” Joseph responded, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looked everywhere but up at you.

“Oh, come on. I’m just being honest.” You chuckled, “so.. you gonna invite me back to your place after this?” You half-jokingly teased as your hand snaked its way over to Joseph’s, your fingertips just lightly grazing his wrist.

Joseph nearly choked on a piece of shrimp.

“W-what..?” Joseph asked, coughing into his fist.

Joseph’s face was beet-red at this point as he quickly reached for his water, the ice clanking around in his cup as he gulped down the chilled liquid. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his delightfully animated reaction. With his face all beet red as he almost choked on his food, it somehow only added to his charm. Nearby customers glanced over at him, some with looks of concern while others looks of annoyance.

But, you couldn’t blame them. This restaurant was meant to be quiet and romantic, with everyone keeping to themselves and making a clear effort not to disturb those around them. 

“Gosh, I didn’t expect you to be such a prude, Joseph,” You lightly teased him, gently pressing the front of your kitten heel into his ankle.

Joseph couldn’t fight the warm, fleeting feeling that stirred inside of him. But you were clearly drunk, and anything you said or did while you were intoxicated was indisputably inappropriate– and maybe even illegal had Joseph decided to take advantage of it. But Joseph wasn’t that kind of man. Never was, never will be. You were his best friend and a damn good detective. He couldn’t let some one-time fling get in the way of that. Especially not while you were drunk.

You immediately took note of his tense expression, taking that as your cue to stop. You retracted your leg and leaned back against the cushioned bench you sat on.

“Is everything alright over here?” A voice cut through the tension between the both of you.

Neither of you had even noticed the man approaching the table. Your head snapped over to the sound of the voice, and you very quickly realized it was just the waiter.

“Yes, yes we’re alright. Thank you,” Joseph quickly dismissed him, quickly putting on a relaxed facade.

The waiter took another glance at you, then back at him, as if he didn’t buy it at first. But gave you both a nod and left, seemingly giving you both the benefit of the doubt as he left the both of you to your own.

The moment he left, Joseph didn’t care to hide the frustrated expression that laced his features. You heard him sigh as he agitatedly took another bite of his food. You noticed he intentionally avoided your gaze, opting for staring down at the table rather than at you.

“Joseph? Are.. you okay?” You worriedly asked, your mind moving at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what you could’ve done to upset him.

“God, (First Name), just don’t– just don’t make jokes like that!” Joseph exasperatedly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You froze. Your intention was never to upset him. You never would have had the courage to blatantly flirt with him had you been sober, and clearly letting yourself beyond the point of just tipsy was a huge mistake.

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Joseph. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything, I don’t– I don’t know, maybe I’m just drunk. I won’t do it again,” you apologized, shifting in your seat.

“It’s not that! It’s just– it’s just not funny. You just don’t say that kind of stuff to a guy when you don’t mean it,” Joseph grumbled as he rubbed his temple.

“I mean– it’s almost insulting! You’re my best friend and an excellent detective. And I don’t appreciate it when you patronize me like this.” He paused for a moment, a soft grumble escaping his pursed lips.

“But at the same time, I know you’d never say things like this if you were sober. It’s just confusing, and I don’t know how to feel.” Joseph’s feelings seemed to unravel in that moment, coming out in the form of word vomit.

You leaned closer to him, your interest piquing.

“You really think I’m not serious about you?” You inquired, your voice lowered as you gazed up at him, unconsciously batting your eyes.

Joseph scoffed, looking off to the side.

“God, don’t look at me like that. You’ve been giving me that look since we got here. You just– you really know how to push my buttons,” Joseph grumbled into his fist, the nails of his other hand digging into his thigh.

You pushed the toe cap of your shoe into the front of Joseph’s. You watched him take a deep breath in at the contact, his brows furrowing.

“Why must you toy with me like this?” Joseph whined.

You leaned in closer, your head tilted to the side as you closely examined Joseph’s features. That look in his eye, those pursed lips and those furrowed brows of purely sexual frustration. It was almost funny.

“Joseph..” you whispered, trying to finally get him to look you in the eye.

He gritted his teeth as he finally relented, his head finally turning back to face you. It took every ounce of self control in him not to just lean in and kiss you right then and there. He had never been so thankful for the sheer presence of a table before– his pants embarrassingly tight given what little it took to get him to that point.

You were just so captivating, too captivating at that. He tried so hard not to think of you as anything more than a coworker– or even a friend. But his efforts were to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but admire you. The way you’d laugh, or even the way you’d make him laugh, your exceptional deductive abilities, that spark in your eye whenever you came across a challenging case, the way you’d bite the tip of your pen whenever you were just plain stumped, the way you always knew the right thing to say to him as if his thoughts were written across his forehead. 

‘How could he not fall for you?’ Was a question he always seemed to ask himself, but could never find the answer to, no matter how hard he scrounged every facet and corner of his brain. 

Joseph pulled his eyes upwards from the table to finally meet your penetrating gaze. 

“(First Name)..” Joseph whispered back to you, his eyes momentarily traveling to your lips.

“Are you ready for the bill?”

The familiar voice from earlier broke through the thick atmosphere as you both immediately pulled away from each other. Startled, you quickly reached down into your purse in search of your wallet.

“Uh– yeah, yes, we are,” you stammered, rummaging through the various items scattered about your bag.

“Were the both of you planning on splitting the bill?” The waiter asked as he took Joseph’s card.

“No, I’ll be covering for the both of us,” Joseph quickly replied before you had the chance to interject.

The waiter already took his leave and was walking away by the time you finally found your wallet.

“I could’ve paid my share, Joseph,” you murmured, closing your purse.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only proper,” sighed Joseph as he got up from his seat.

You stumbled a bit as you tried to stand up, your head still fuzzy. Joseph, being the gentleman that he is, quickly rushed to your side to help you steady yourself.

“Oh, (First Name),” Joseph sighed, “I’ll drive you home, alright? Come on, let’s go.”

Joseph grabbed your purse for you as he carefully walked you out of the restaurant, the scent of his cologne only making your knees go even weaker. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you as he took great care not to let you trip only made you fall for him even harder. 

Opening the car door and guiding you into the passenger seat, the nearby streetlight just barely illuminated the inside of the car. He quickly grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it in for you, and gently placed your purse by your feet.

“Thanks,” you meekly thanked him, your face heating up at the kind gesture.

Joseph nodded in response, shutting the car door as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

The interior was neatly kept and clean, organized. It smelled of a mixture between Joseph’s cologne and his scented car freshener. His signature leather gloves that he always wore into work were neatly splayed atop his dashboard.

Joseph quickly entered the driver’s seat, letting out a sigh as he moved his gloves from his dash to the glove compartment. Adjusting himself, his pants somehow just as tight as before, he hoped to God that by some miracle you wouldn't be able to see the obvious bulge in his pants. He quickly put his key into the ignition as he began to back out, the lights from the restaurant slowly beginning to fade into the background of your peripherals. 

While Joseph’s attention was on the road, you took your chance to admire him. He had a noticeably nice side profile, a nicely shaped nose along with a defined jawline, and the way his fingers were curled around the steering wheel. You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to travel south, to which you were met by the protruding tent in his pants.

Your eyes widened slightly. 

He was enjoying this just as much as I was, if not more, you thought to yourself as you returned your gaze back up to his face. His facial expression was surprisingly stoic despite his physical situation.

Either you were feeling surprisingly bold today, or the alcohol really did seep into your brain. You hadn’t even given it a second thought before your hand found its way to Joseph’s thigh. You immediately felt him tense up at the contact as he sharply inhaled through his nose.

“(First Name),” his voice trembled, “I’m driving.”

“And?” You murmured as your hand snaked its way into his inner thigh.

You just barely heard Joseph swear under his breath as he bit the inside of his cheek. It took every ounce of self control in him to resist the urge to stop the car and take you right then and there.

His grip around the steering wheel reached unnerving levels as he felt your hand inch closer to his crotch. Part of him wanted nothing but to give into his unearthly urges and find an empty parking lot, but the other part of him greatly valued his dignity.

“Dammit, (First Name). Just– please let me drive and we can–” he sharply inhaled at the feeling of your hand cupping his clothed erection. “Fuck..!”

He harshly pressed down on the gas pedal, causing you to lurch backwards at the sudden increase in speed. Your head shot up to look at him, his gaze never once leaving the road.

“God, (First Name),” he paused as he squirmed under your touch, “the things you do to me..” 

“Joseph– slow down a bit,” you murmured, debating whether or not to remove your hand.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to– to tempt me. More than you already have tonight.”

You heard the tires let out a loud screech as he sharply made a right turn, a passing by streetlight just barely illuminating his pale features. You took a moment to look up at him before the moment was harshly interrupted by Joseph slamming on the brakes, the both of you staggering forward as he hastily put the car into park.

You hadn’t even noticed that he parked in front of your apartment building until he quickly undid both yours and his seatbelts, quickly taking your side to help you out of the car.

You slung your purse over your shoulder as Joseph gently took your hand to pull you out of the car. Joseph took extra care to make sure you didn’t trip by making sure your arms were locked together tightly.

Fumbling with your keys for a moment, you finally got the door open. Finally going inside and kicking off your heels, which made walking there a million times harder, you waited for Joseph to follow you inside.

Turning back towards the door frame, Joseph stood idly outside.

“...Joseph? Aren’t you coming in?” You asked, holding the door open for him.

He cleared his throat, “It’s.. probably best that I don’t. Have a good rest of your night, (First Name),” he waved you off as he turned to take his leave.

“Wait..!” You quickly hurried over to grab his arm.

He stood stiffly in place, unsure of what to do.

“We were having such a good time before I– before I started making those flirty remarks. I didn’t mean to upset you, really! Let me make it up to you!” You insisted, holding his elbow with both of your hands.

He sighed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed to think for a moment, before he finally turned back around to face you.

“I’m not.. upset, so to speak. It’s just– look, (First Name!) You’re drunk! And the type of advances you’ve been making towards me– I just– you have no idea how hard it is to control myself when it comes to you.” “Joseph, I’m only tipsy. I’d be way more incoherent if I were any more intoxicated.” You chuckled.

“I’ve known how I’ve felt about you for a long time. Probably since we’ve been working together,” you sandwiched one of his hands in between yours, “I like you, Joseph. I really, really like you– maybe even love. So please, will you stay the night with me? I can make us some tea, put on a movie, if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”

His shoulders seemed to relax. Perhaps he had overreacted. He contemplated what to say, or even what to think for a moment.

He laid his other hand against yours, “do you.. really mean that?”

“I do,” you replied, giving his hand a squeeze. “So, come on. Spend the night over.” You gently pleaded.

Joseph let out a soft sigh, laying one of his hands on your cheek. 

“Well, how can I say no to that?” He softly smiled, “I love you too, (First Name).”

His thumb caressed your cheek as you both held each other’s captivating gazes. Something in him compelled him to slowly lean towards you, his eyes traveling down to your lips. He gulped as he watched you subconsciously lick your lips as he gradually grew closer. You could feel your body shiver under his touch, and you weren’t sure if it were the cold nighttime weather, or if the alcohol was finally beginning to subside.

Closing your eyes as he inched closer, you felt his lips finally press against yours. They were soft, warm. Inviting. The kiss you shared felt like a personification of home. A home you never knew you needed until your paths finally crossed.

You could practically hear your heart beating with how rapidly it was pounding against the confines of your ribcage. His hand slid down your cheek and rested against your neck, his thumb running over your jawline.

You both pulled away for air, your eyes never leaving one another’s as he quickly pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your body grow warm as you snaked your arms around his shoulders. Both of his hands gently rested on the sides of your hips as he smoothly pulled you in closer, his warmth completely enveloping you.

You softly tapped his bottom lip with your tongue, requesting an entrance to which he happily obliged. Your tongue made its way over to his, just lightly grazing over it before he sharply pulled away.

Your heart stopped for a second. 

Joseph awkwardly cleared his throat, “I…uh,” he paused as he sheepishly licked his lips, “I’ve never.. kissed anyone. Especially not like that. So.. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it..?” He mumbled, a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“That’s alright,” you quickly reassured, closing the distance between the both of you. “We can practice together.”

He gulped, his eyes widening in anticipation as he swiftly enveloped your lips in another tender embrace.

His lips were already slightly parted, allowing for your tongue to just barely make its way into his mouth. He was very awkward, but you didn’t mind.

“Just relax, baby,” you softly whispered against his mouth. 

You weren’t sure where the pet name came from, but you certainly weren’t complaining given the effect it had on Joseph. You felt him sharply inhale against your lips, like you flipped a switch. He instantly grew more assertive, and he naturally began to figure out how to properly kiss you in the manner you suggested. Emotions seemed to pour out of you, as if with each passing moment he was exploring each and every one of the thoughts or feelings you had for him. Each frivolous secret being carefully unlocked.

A soft moan escaped your lips as the entirety of your being seemed to melt into his touch. He softly bit your bottom lip as he slowly pulled away from the delicate exchange. His lips found their way to your cheek as he slowly trailed kisses down from the corner of your mouth down to your shoulder. Each kiss felt like gentle fireworks with the electric sensation that they set off inside of you. 

You couldn’t help but let out another soft groan as you tugged on the back of Joseph’s hair in pleasure. You could feel him press his aching erection against your waist from the confines of his slacks. He whimpered against your skin, taking extreme care not to be too rough with you.

“(First Name),” Joseph groaned as he looked back up at you with pleading eyes.

You gently pointed his chin back towards you with your thumb, harshly pushing your lips back against his as you directed the both of you backwards into your apartment. You sloppily shut the door behind you. Joseph immediately pushed you up against the back of the door, his lips immediately planting kisses on your neck as you felt him softly grind against you.

“My God, you have no idea how difficult you are to say no to, do you?” He whined as he used one hand to adjust himself in his slacks.

He’d been on edge since the beginning of that evening. It was like you were dangling yourself in front of him despite him thinking he would never be able to have you– to be with you– to have the chance to give you the entire world which you so deserved. 

Your good nature was etched into the very fibers of your being and it was the primary reason as to why he was so completely, utterly enamored by you. And seeing you in that dress, it was like seeing a goddess in the flesh. 

“You’d better get used to it,” you replied, tugging on his tie and dragging his head down to yours.

You really did always know how to push his buttons.

“Don’t count on it.”

He positioned his knee in between your thighs, lightly applying pressure as he gently rested his forehead against yours. Capturing each other in the tenderness of your gazes, his leg just barely created any friction against your heat, making you writhe. You groaned through your teeth, grinding against his thigh as your nails dug into the surface of his white button up shirt.

“J-Joseph..” you sputtered out, “let’s go to my bed.”

Joseph nodded, backing up as you grabbed his hand. The second you both got into your bedroom, he quickly shut the door behind him and drew you in for another kiss. Quickly hitting the light switch, his arms snaked their way back around your waist as he gently guided you backwards onto the bed. 

He knelt on top of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He gulped, his eyes slightly widened as he looked down at you. He licked the inside of his cheek as he positioned his knee back in between your thighs, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. He knew just what to do to make you squirm and crave for more.

“It’s hard to believe that this– that this is your first time,” you groaned as your back arched into his thigh.

“I’ve.. done some research,” he meekly admitted, breaking eye contact for only a moment.

 A smug smile graced your features, “that is so like you.”

Yanking on his tie, his lips slammed back into yours as your legs wrapped themselves around his torso. One his hands slowly made its way up your thigh, the skirt part of your dress riding up as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. His fingers rested on your hip while his thumb felt for your underwear, gently pulling them down. You winced under his gentle touch, wanting badly to feel him explore your body further.

A soft whimper escaped from your throat as his fingers slowly drew themselves closer to your writhing heat. You could feel how wet you were already. You don’t know how long you’d been craving for this– craving for him. Every aspect of his personality and even his physical appearance was like a breath of fresh air. You felt like you could just kiss him forever, melting into him and absorbing his warmth.

His fingers inched their way underneath your panties. The feeling of his fingers immediately being covered in your slick made him groan, his pants growing even tighter. If that was even possible.

His index finger traced along the outer area of your entrance before carefully sliding it inside of you. Your warm inner walls hugged his finger, sparking his curiosity as to how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

You couldn’t help but moan as he curled his fingers inside of you, your back arching into his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The sinful noises escaping from your lips made his head spin, his lips slightly parted as he drank in your erotic expression.

He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers. In response, he quickly pulled his fingers out just before you finished, undoubtedly irritating you, and making you want more.

“Fuck, Joseph..!” You grunted, your nails digging into his back.

You allowed one of your hands to travel south, giving his clothed erection a nice squeeze as you quickly tried to undo his belt. Pulling it out through his belt buckles and tossing it onto the floor beside you, it landed with a loud “clunk!” as you immediately went for his zipper. 

Seeing you so worked up and aroused only made Joseph want you more. He immediately unzipped your dress, looking up at you as if asking if it were okay. You nodded in response, pulling the dress off of yourself.

Joseph had to take a moment to stop and admire you for a moment, his eyes traveling up and down your body. You looked so heavenly in just your bra and underwear. And.. was that a matching set? You had been waiting for this, maybe even expecting it.

The way he stared at you, it was like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Like there was too much of you he wanted to feel at once and he wasn’t sure where to start.

Joseph took it upon himself to undo his pants himself, his erection creating a large bulge in his boxers. The feeling of his aching arousal being released from the confines of his pants sent a wave of relief over him. Pulling his boxers down, his erection pointed upwards proudly in a curve.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your legs wrapped back around his torso as the base of his erection rubbed against your heat. The base of his cock got coated in your wetness, making his eyes roll back as he felt you tug on his hair. 

“N..need you so badly, Joseph,” you stammered, your lips slightly parted.

He whimpered, “I love you, (First Name).”

He lined himself up with your entrance, doing his best to be gentle at first. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and he wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he was.

At first, his size sent a wave of pain throughout your lower area as you clawed into the back of his shirt, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He made sure to go slowly, gently pumping in and out of you to give you time to adjust. The pain blurred into pleasure as you begged him to go faster.

“You’re so, so beautiful,” Joseph said in between moans.

The noises of his hips slamming into yours combined with each other’s stifled moans was sinful and you prayed your neighbors couldn’t hear you, but that was the least of your concerns right now.

Joseph whimpered, his hands clenched into fists around your bed sheets, “I-I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum..!” 

You could hardly form words as his erection slammed into you as you felt the knot within the pits of your stomach about to finally come undone, and he pulled out just as you finished. As your wetness pooled under you, Joseph came onto your torso. The white liquid coated your breasts as well as a bit of your stomach.

He allowed his body weight to fall beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath as you laid beside one another.

“I love you, Joseph.”

“I love you, beautiful.”

Joseph got up to your bathroom, finding some paper towels as he cleaned you up and gently tucked you in. He climbed in after you shortly after, borrowing your biggest shirt and pajama pants to change into.

Falling asleep in his arms was far better than you could have ever imagined.

[d37us10n]

—Out of Luck—

Chapter I

████████████████████████ . Raccoon City Police Department.

The clacking of boots in the crowded police precinct, the laughs, the loud mutterings and talking. Party decorations for the new recruit on the Police Department’s Special Tactics And Rescue Services unit, or S.T.A.R.S team was exciting.

This was something else. It was revealed a week ago by Chief Brian Irons that the police department needed a new ‘special force’, one that could do special investigations. Stop powerful people. And now here we were welcoming the leader of the team. If he had decided to stop working on his desk, maybe I would have caught a glimpse of the guy.

Rounds of alcohol littered the desks, documents forgotten as the RPD celebrated it more as a break than as a new recruitment. Myra was at home, she would have stayed at the party if the daycare wasn’t closed today, so I had promised her to finish that investigation of the murders in the mental hospital, get home sober, and if I’m lucky, tuck in Lily before she goes to bed.

What else was he supposed to write? The sudden presence of the S.T.A.R.S unit was out of the blue for the police department, yet it was introduced like everyone planned this for months. Not to mention that they already had a leader? It made no sense, it made his gut twist into a knot. Brian talked about the team like it was a line of justice no one else could join. What was the difference between the police and the agents? What kind of missions did they do that was so important?

He couldn't make sense of it, he’d just stay quiet like always, Sebastian didn't want to put the job he worked so hard on in jeopardy, he refused to get his wife in the line of fire as well. Begrudgingly, he forced the thought to the back of his mind. Closing the journal he kept with him since his first day of becoming a detective.

Detective Sebastian Castellanos, he had proudly marked the journal with his new title.

He’d look around the office he worked hard for, the desk covered in an organized mess. Myra would complain but never push him on cleaning, it was how Sebastian worked. The corkboard was displayed against the wall next to the door. It had his scheduled meetings and interviews with victims and witnesses, but most importantly, there was a drawing Lily had made.

The corners of Sebastian’s lips quirked slightly, before looking back at his desk. Two folders settled on his desk, he needed to finish the one he was assigned. The other folder was more of a… personal project, having snuck the documents from the investigations office.

The file Irons gave him was leaving him frustrated, a vast amount of reported ‘missing persons’ without any evidence or clues to even account for a suspect. It pissed him off every time he thought about it, his hands combing through his already slicked-back hair.

He couldn’t stress about it right now, he would go and enjoy the party for the new S.T.A.R.S member. Maybe a drink could wash down the responsibilities of having most crap stacked on his desk. He stood up from the shitty, old, leather desk chair that was here before he became a detective and popped his back. His feet dragged along the floor to finally leave the suffocating room.

The main room was filled with the smell of beers, cans thrown around the room like someone who had taken out the trash with the bag ripped at the bottom. The welcome poster on the floor with two corners barely hanging to the podium holding it up. The name of the new leader’s name ripped off. So much for knowing his name. The officers who were still around were talking in slurred gibberish, some waiting by the front door for their ride.

Chief Irons was laughing loudly, his cheeks flushed from the amount of alcohol he drank, both hands holding beer cans. The rest of the officers laughed at his terrible jokes to probably get on his good side. When the Chief finally took notice of the stumbling detective, his face turned hard as he tripped to reach him as well.

“Castellanos,” Irons burped out, the disgusting sound of his throat trying to form a string of words without throwing up. “The new recruit is asking for you.” Taken aback by the request, Sebastian cleared his throat. “Sir, I was actually going to tell you I was about to head home-” He wanted to see the guy, but just bumping into him sounds better than actually meeting him head-on.

“You can make it home to your wife and kid, just talk to him.” Irons shook his head disapprovingly, his hands shakingly pointing to an empty part of the precinct. “Think he's working-” He let out a choked grunt, the sound of something caught in his throat sent shivers down the detective’s back as he hurriedly made his way to avoid what the chief ate for dinner.

The hallway was a quieter, calmer part of the police station that still smelt of fresh paint and wax. As he opened the door to the new office, the atmosphere became more tense and heavy. The RPD had just finished this area, but the way the wax overpowered his senses made him almost gasp for air. The clicking of computer keys caught his attention.

“Nice to meet you, chief said that you needed to see me?” Sebastian asked with the best, welcoming smile he could muster. The room was dark, the only light source was the blue screen of what the new guy was working on. “I’m Seb-”

“Detective Sebastian Castellanos.” The man finished, looking up at Sebastian, he wore formal attire, his eyes were a sharp pale blue, and his blonde hair was slicked back. Sebastian’s lips pursed together. How smoothly he spoke freaked him out, his tone held an attitude of ‘I’m better than you in every way.’ His smile was fake, if he could call moving the corner of your lip slightly a smile.

Sebastian hated the atmosphere surrounding the man, he didn’t like knowing what he didn’t know.

“Yeah, you hit the nail.” Sebastian's brows furrowed, cautiously trying to figure the guy out. “And you are?”

The recruit stood up, his hand extended for a proper greeting. “I’ve heard of your work from Chief Irons, I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining the S.T.A.R.S. alpha team. A good detective is what I want to train future agents in the unit.”

“The name is Albert Wesker.”

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG. I was able to do anything else because this chapter was in the back of my mind. It sounds boring now, but I promise it gets more interesting, this is just to test the waters in how I’m gonna write this…

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Stefano: I’m trying to make art dear…can you please stop trying to do a handstand…

Y/n: (falls onto the floor) you threw me off I almost had it

Stefano: (sighs before rolling his eyes) mio dio

[wither-shadow]

Run or I will kill you. Ruvik x GN!Reader Angst Part two

Part one

TW: you see Laura then Ruvik and you try to shoot him, Gore, blood, and bad smells (Ewwww) You take the walkie talkies carefully but the once corpse moved and you kicked its head in and the room fills with the smell of iron blood and you just about puke from what looks like brains on your boot and you work quickly to patch up your side and you take the pain medication inside of the first aid pack. You place the shotgun from the desk onto a strap on your back then place the revolver into your holster before getting ready to leave the room you test the walkie talkie "Hello? Hello is there anyone there? this is Agent *Last name* from the KCPD I am requesting immediate evac. can anyone hear me?" you wait for a moment and you hear a response "*your name*?" a gruff voice said "this is your senior detective Sebastian Castellanos. Where are you?" you think for a moment before saying "I don't know detective. some sort of subway but Krimson City doesn't have any subways sir." there was a pause on the opposite end "We will find each other then. but for now do you have any idea what those things are?" you reply quickly "No sir I do not, all I know is you need to shoot them in the head to make them stay down" another pause "Thank you for that info, we will stay in touch, head to beacon mental hospital for now." you nod even though you know he can't see you and you exit the security room and enter what looks like a subway hall. "Gotta find stairs." you say before going right seeing light that way being careful to stay off of the tracks near the right wall. After about a 20 minute walk you start to doubt yourself and your decision to go this way but you keep walking regardless and you end up finding subways the have been torn apart by the earthquake shifting the neighboring wall up breaking it apart and you see what seems to be dead bodies and quickly deciding you don't want to know if they are alive or dead you head up the stairs and see a man in what looks like a hoodie and shorts both burned and covered with blood his body has burn scars all over and a burn on his face accompanied by a glass dome on a part of his head he turns to face you but then disappears leaving a monster like woman where he was and she seems to vanish into the floor reaching her arms up out of the ground with screams accompanying her as her arms move quickly towards you and you turn to run but the man is behind you and you pull out your gun just for him to appear in front of you and he takes your gun and he moves you to a room in an instant "what the fuck is this place?!" you scream and you get a response back "Your nightmare" then you hear a high pitched scream and it all goes dark.

[pinkmarbella2050]

Right, I love this. It’s sad, it’s touching, it’s a little hilarious - I’M HERE FOR IT.

「L e g a c y」

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Pairings: Stefano Valentini x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: It was over. You and Sebastian had finally defeated the eccentric artist, Stefano Valentini. Though it hurt to see your lover's departure, at least he would live on in your heart...

Warnings: Non-specified gender of reader

Ambience

AO3

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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"Our legacy will live on, mia amore."

His voice was a mere whisper, exhaustion evident. I couldn't hold back the tears that now cascaded down my cheeks as he handed me his camera, his most prized possession.

"Please don't do this to me," I pleaded with him, cupping his face hoping that it would be enough to keep him alive so that he wouldn't have to die—so that I wouldn't have to be alone. But his eternal sleep had inevitably come, head lying limply against the floor, the arm that encircled my waist meeting the floor with a gentle thud.

"Ste-Stefano wake up," I pet his cheeks, ran my fingers through his hair the way he always liked, and kissed the tip of his nose. There was no response. He was gone.

I'm left a sobbing mess alone in the gallery, Sebastian having stepped away after the deed was done to give us privacy. All those years we had spent apart with him off at war and entering the STEM machine weighed heavy on my aching chest. We had so little time together. I never even got the chance to tell him about our son.

I held the last remnant of him close to my heart. It was almost as if he were still there, providing me with warmth and comfort.

"My…love…" I whimpered at his words swirling within my head. A deep, dark abyss was forming and I made no attempt to prevent it. How would I explain this to Daniel when he got older? How would I ever get over him?

"Can you…hear…me?"

I was hearing his voice now, though distant, calling out to me. I'm going crazy, I thought as I stood up from my place beside his corpse, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. The tears threatened to fall more viciously if I dared to observe the extent of what we did to him. From the amount of cold blood clinging onto my skin and clothes, it gave me a general idea of what the whole scene would look like.

"The…camera…..look…..for me…"

Now this was starting to get weird. I glanced around the otherwise empty gallery, nothing more than myself and his artwork present. I took in the vintage camera I held, my fingers caressing the worn frame. What if…?

A bit hesitant, I aligned the viewfinder with my eye and gasped. The filter was black and white, the only color being the crimson veins pulsing at the edges of the lens. When I turned in the direction of the door Sebastian stood behind, the blood which flowed inside the veins pumped more swiftly, as if anxiously guiding me towards prey. When I turned away towards the left, the veins went back to normal, only the right side pulsing in sync with what I'm guessing is Seb's heartbeat. Was this really how Stefano saw the world? Was it all just a chase for his next victim/masterpiece?

As I swiveled on my heels, I'm greeted with a sight that nearly made me drop the camera. There, standing mere inches away from my face, was the man whose life had been snubbed out not ten minutes ago, that ever sinister smile that tugged at my heartstrings spread clear as day across his lips.

"I'm ready for my close up," he said and a strong urge to press the shudder button surfaced. So, I did.

That was the best and worst decision that I have ever made.

[bat-mom-writer]

Flirting with Fortune

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne(Husband)

Summery: You're not only the wife to billionaire Bruce Wayne, but you are also his secretary. And as you are not public with your married or your position in his company, sometimes you will get flirted with. Like when a suspicious business man comes in, flirting with you and trying to get Bruce to invest with some questionable business.

Rating: flirty man, you showing him up, Bruce being a loving husband

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"Well, hello there, beautiful," purred a voice with the confidence of a man who was used to getting his way.

You glanced up from the paperwork sprawled across the sleek mahogany desk, a silent guardian to the secrets of Gotham's shadowy protector. The man before you had a smile as charming as a snake and eyes that swept over the room with the same ease as a hawk surveying its prey. He was tall, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed wealth and power, with a crisp white shirt and a tie that shimmered with the subtle hues of a peacock's feathers. His hair was a shade of brown that whispered of nightfall and styled with a precision that suggested he had more time on his hands than most.

"Can I help you with something, sir?" you asked, keeping your voice cool and professional, despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

The man's smile widened, revealing a set of gleaming teeth. "Ah, you must be Mrs. Wayne's assistant," he said, his gaze lingering a fraction too long. "I have an appointment with Mr. Wayne. Name's Castellanos. Sebastian Castellanos."

You tapped a few keys on the computer, watching the screen flicker to life with the day's schedule. "Let me see," you murmured, scanning the appointments.

"It's at 2:00, sweetheart," Castellanos said, his tone dripping with condescension.

You bit back a sharp retort, locating the appointment on the screen. Sure enough, there it was: Sebastian Castellanos, 2:00 PM. You took the moment to compose yourself, feeling a peculiar mix of annoyance and amusement at the man's blatant flirtation. It wasn't uncommon for people to overlook the significance of your role in the company, but rarely did they do it so overtly.

"You're right on time, Mr. Castellanos," you said with a polite smile, standing up and gesturing towards the door that led to Bruce's inner office. "If you'd follow me, please."

As you led him down the hallway, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on you, a sensation as unwelcome as a cold breeze on a summer's day. The tension grew as you approached the heavy oak door, the silent sentinel that guarded Bruce's sanctum. You paused for a moment, your hand hovering over the brass knob, and took a deep breath. This was your territory, and you had every right to be here. With a firm grip, you pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond.

Bruce looked up from his paperwork, the shadows playing across his chiseled features. He was dressed in a simple, yet impeccable, suit, a stark contrast to Castellanos' flashy attire. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, before looking to the newcomer with a measured gaze.

"Welcome, Mr. Castellanos," Bruce said, his voice a calm rumble that seemed to fill the room. "Please, take a seat."

As Castellanos settled into the chair opposite Bruce's desk, you couldn't resist the urge to assert yourself. With a grace that belied the steely resolve within, you moved to the desk, placing one hand on its polished surface. It was a silent claim to your place beside the man you loved, a reminder that you were not just a pretty face or an object to be ogled. You hopped up, crossing your legs as you perched on the edge of the desk, your posture casual yet commanding.

The room grew a few degrees cooler as Bruce's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking briefly to Castellanos before returning to you. He knew you well enough to recognize the subtle shift in your demeanor, the unspoken challenge you offered to the man before him.

"Well, Mr. Castellanos," you began, your voice as smooth as silk, "What brings you to Wayne Enterprises today?"

Surprise flashed across Castellanos' face, his eyes widening slightly at your sudden proximity and assertive tone. It was clear he hadn't expected you to be more than a pretty accessory to the office decor. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to match your own.

"Ah, yes, I'm here to discuss a potential investment opportunity with Mr. Wayne," he said, his voice a shade less confident than before.

Bruce leaned back on his chair, his hand coming to rest lightly on your thigh. "Pray tell, what kind of opportunity are we speaking of?" he inquired, his tone polite but firm.

Castellanos took a moment to collect himself, his eyes darting between you and Bruce. "It's a… a new technology," he stumbled, recovering quickly. "A revolutionary energy source, something that could change the world for the better."

You felt a smirk tug at the corner of your mouth. "How intriguing," you said, leaning in slightly. "But surely you know that Wayne Enterprises is quite selective with its investments. We have a responsibility to our shareholders, and the planet, to choose projects that are both profitable and sustainable."

Castellanos' smile faltered, his eyes flickering to the hand on your thigh before he regained his composure. "Of course," he replied, his voice a touch too eager. "Our company, Castellanos Industries, has been working on this project for years. It's a clean, unlimited energy source that could replace fossil fuels entirely."

Bruce's interest piqued, he leaned forward. "Go on," he urged, his hand still a steady presence on your leg.

Castellanos took the cue, launching into a well-rehearsed pitch about his company's innovative technology. As he spoke, you studied his face, looking for any sign of deceit or hidden motives. There was something about the way his eyes glinted when they met yours that set your instincts on edge.

"It's called the 'Castellanos Engine,'" Castellanos said, his voice taking on a salesman's lilt. "It's a quantum-based energy converter that can produce power without waste or pollution."

You watched Bruce's face as he listened, his expression inscrutable. You knew he was processing the information, weighing the potential against the risks. Meanwhile, Castellanos' eyes kept straying to you, as if you were the real prize in the room. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, focusing instead on the subtle tension in Bruce's fingers against your skin.

As Castellanos spoke of the engine's capabilities, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. The technology sounded too good to be true, and Bruce's skepticism was palpable. "Fascinating," he said, his voice a low murmur. "But surely there are competitors with similar ideas?"

Castellanos' smile grew predatory. "That's where the chaos comes in, Mr. Wayne," he said, his gaze lingering on you for a beat too long. "We need to eliminate the competition. It's just good business, after all."

Bruce's grip on your leg tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And what, exactly, does that entail?" he asked, his tone now as sharp as a scalpel.

Castellanos leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Well, it would involve… let's just say, a strategic realignment of the market," he replied, his words slipping out like a serpent's hiss. "Ensuring that our product is the only one that reaches the masses."

Bruce's grip on your leg tightened further, a silent signal that he had caught the underlying threat in Castellanos' words. "And what happens to the companies that don't align with your 'strategy'?"

Castellanos chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. "They're free to pursue their own ventures, of course," he said, his eyes gleaming with something darker than simple business ambition. "But I'd wager that without the resources or backing, their innovations won't get very far."

You felt your own anger simmering beneath the surface, but you kept your face neutral. "I see," you said, your voice cool and measured. "And what makes you think that Wayne Enterprises would be interested in… facilitating such a 'realignment'?"

"Well, Ms…" he trails off, his smug smile slipping as he searches for your name.

"Wayne," you correct him, your voice firm yet pleasant. "Mrs. Wayne."

The color drained from Castellanos' cheeks as the reality of his faux pas dawned on him. "Ah, Mrs. Wayne." he repeated, his eyes widening slightly. "Forgive me, I had no idea."

You stood, Bruce's hand slipping from your thigh as you come to stand beside Bruce, your hand resting on the back of his chair in a show of unity. "No need to apologize," you said with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "But let's get back to the matter at hand. You're asking for a significant investment from Wayne Enterprises. Can you assure us that your methods are ethical and legal?"

Castellanos nervously chuckled, his eyes darting between you and Bruce. "Well, Mrs. Wayne, in the world of high-stakes business, one must occasionally bend the rules," he replied, his smile never wavering. "But rest assured, everything will be above board. We just need a… nudge in the right direction."

Bruce's eyes hardened, and he pushed his chair back, the sound echoing through the tense silence. "We'll, I think we have everything we need, Mr. Castellanos," he said, his voice a polite dismissal. He rose from his seat, his hand outstretched.

Castellanos looked at the hand offered to him, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. He took it, shaking it firmly, unsure of what had just transpired. "But, Mr. Wayne, the presentation, the details…" he stuttered, his words trailing off as he realized the meeting was coming to an abrupt end.

Bruce's smile was polite, but there was an edge to it that was as sharp as a sharpened knife. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Castellanos. We'll be in touch if we're interested in pursuing your… proposal," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Castellanos nodded, his bravado visibly deflated. "Of course," he managed, his hand lingering in Bruce's for a beat too long before withdrawing it. "I look forward to hearing from you."

"This way, Mr. Castellanos," you said, your smile as sharp as a blade as you turned on your heel and headed back towards the door. Your movements were graceful, almost predatory, as you guided him out of the office, your hand lightly touching the small of his back to steer him in the right direction.

While Mr. Castellanos was still trying to get a hold of himself, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the way he stumbled over his own words. He had underestimated you, and now he knew better. You felt Bruce's eyes on you, watching with a mix of pride and amusement. The air was thick with the scent of power and the promise of a challenge.

"I trust you know your way out," you said, starting to close the door to Bruce's office. Your voice was as cool and smooth as the marble floors beneath your heels. Castellanos' eyes widened even further, realizing his mistake in assuming you were just an assistant. He nodded, his cheeks reddening as he turned to leave.

Once the door was shut, you leaned against it, letting out a sigh. "Cocky little weasel," you murmured under your breath.

Bruce chuckled, his deep laugh resonating through the room. "I'd say you handled that quite well," he said, walking over to where you stood. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest, your heart beating a tattoo against his.

"Thank you," you murmured, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "It's not every day someone tries to flirt with me while asking for millions of dollars."

Bruce chuckled, his breath warm against your neck. "He won't be making that mistake again," he said, his voice a low rumble of amusement. "But I'll have to keep an eye on him and any… illegitimate dealings he might have."

You nodded, feeling the tension in his arms. "Do you think he's dangerous?"

Bruce's grip tightened briefly. "More dangerous than he lets on," he murmured, his gaze drifting to the now-closed door. "But we've seen worse. But I think right now," he turned you to face him, his eyes searching yours, "we just forget about Mr. Castellanos and his 'engine'. Let's talk about something more… pleasant."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his touch, the tension of the encounter with Castellanos already fading away. You stepped into his embrace, your arms looping around his neck. "What did you have in mind?"

Bruce's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about a surprise?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect. "Surprise?"

Bruce leaned closer, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "I thought we could take a little trip tonight," he said, his voice a tantalizing rumble. "Just you, me, and a private jet to an undisclosed location. Somewhere we can… unwind."

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Unwind?" you repeated, a smile playing on your lips. "My husband, Bruce Wayne, wants to unwind? Who are you and what have you done to the Dark Knight?"

Bruce chuckled, the sound resonating in his chest as he held you closer. "Even a knight needs to put down his sword sometimes," he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on the bare skin of your wrist. "And I can think of no one better to do it with than my queen."

You chuckle as his words tickle your ear, feeling the warmth of his breath and the steady beat of his heart. "Well, as much as I would love to jet off to some secret location with you, Bruce," you say, turning in his arms to look up at him with a playful smile, "I think staying home, relaxing for the night with a movie and a pizza is all I need."

His eyes light up with a hint of amusement. "A pizza?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Is that all it takes to keep you happy?"

You grin up at him, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Well, when you say it like that, it does sound a bit… pedestrian. But yes, a pizza. One that's not made by Alfred. I miss the simplicity of takeout, you know?"

Bruce's smile softens, his eyes warming at your words. "Then it's settled," he says, releasing you from his embrace but keeping a firm grip on your hand. "The best pizza money can buy."

You laugh, feeling a sense of relief at the idea of a quiet evening together. "The best pizza money can buy, huh?" you tease, tugging gently at his hand. "I'd settle for the greasy kind we used to get when we were first dating."

Bruce leans down, his eyes searching yours. His gaze is intense, a silent promise of a night without masks or battles. He brushes his lips against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss that feels as warm as the sun on a spring afternoon. "I'll make it happen," he whispers, a gentle smile on his lips.

[ilovetheriddler]

hiii im so sorry for spamming your request box but i got another idea for a joseph fanfic and my crush on him is horrendous 😭 in the first evil within game, sebastian mentions that he suspects that joseph has a crush on kidman if i remember correctly. and i was wondering if you could please write a fanfic about joseph and the (fem) reader where the reader finds out about sebastians suspicion and gets really jealous and starts acting kind of irritable and distant from all of them because of her jealousy? but she tries to hide how she feels so its sort of (not really) subtle but everyone still notices the slight change in behavior and gets a bit worried? thanks so much for your time again!!

Thank you for the request! I love this idea! I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it! 💚

Irksome misunderstandings.

(The Evil Within) Joseph Oda x F!Reader.

Word Count: 908.

Contents: Jealousy, misunderstandings and rumors, Slight Frustration, kissing.

You sighed in exhaustion as you walked into the precinct. You had been up tossing and turning all night the night prior, all because of what you had overheard recently. Normally, you'd never easedrop on your coworkers conversations, simply because of how much you respected them and their privacy. However, you couldn't help yourself a few days ago, and as a result, you overheard Detective Sebastian Castellanos talking with another Detective about how he personally believed that Detective Joseph Oda had a crush on the new junior Detective, Juli Kidman.

Overhearing that had crushed you. Even if it was just speculation on Sebastian's part, the idea of Joseph ending up with someone who wasn't you was something that just tore you up inside. But, you and Joseph were just friends, insanely close sure but still just friends. So you felt somewhat guilty over your thoughts. Was it selfish of you to be upset at the idea of Joseph loving someone else even if it made him happy? Yes, but you convinced yourself that you were allowed to be a tad bit selfish, as long as no one noticed how you felt.

Of course, Joseph grew extremely concerned for you over the next few weeks. You were acting strange, distant, and irritable even. As though something was bothering you that you wouldn't say. And as your friend, it worried him. To the point where he wasn't even able to fully focus on his work that was in front of him. He stood up from his desk and walked over to where you currently were standing. He stops right in front of you, a clear look of genuine concern present on his face.

"... What's been bothering you lately, Detective...?"

"H-huh? Oh.... it's nothing, Joseph. Just um... some personal stuff, you know?"

He stared at you for a bit, clearly not buying your attempt at not actually admitting what it was. He could tell it was something bothering you more than just a "personal issue" by the way you were currently avoiding his gaze. It was clearly something to do with him that was bothering you, and that only made his worry increase tenfold. Had he done anything recently that would have upset you? He couldn't think of anything that he could have done no matter how hard he tried to think through the last few days. He stared at you for a few moments in silence, thinking before he sighed.

"...Please tell me if I've done something to upset you. I swear that if I have, then I didn't intentionally do so. You have my word..."

"...Why are you so worried about me...? There's nothing wrong, and I don't know why you'd think there is..."

The sudden sound of his hands slamming against the wall on each side of your head caused you to jump, slightly startled from his sudden move. He stayed silent, clearly working out what he wanted to say in his head. You felt your face heating up slightly with how close he was. The look of frustration on his face shifted to one of pure concern as he stared into your eyes, with an intensity as if he was trying to see into your very soul.

"...Listen, I care deeply about you. You're one of my closest friends. So I won't accept the answer that it's nothing, because I can tell that it's something to do with me.... so please... just tell me so I can make whatever I did up to you...."

"... I um... overheard that you have romantic feelings for Kidman... is that true...?"

He was surprised and confused by what you asked. After a few seconds, he couldn't help laughing a bit at how absurd of a misunderstanding this clearly was.

"No, I don't have any feelings for Kidman. What would cause you to believe that...?"

"...Well, I overheard Detective Castellanos talking about it...."

He rolled his eyes slightly at this. Sebastian had been under the impression that Joseph had feelings for Kidman, and no matter how many times he denied it, he wouldn't stop bringing it up. He couldn't help but be somewhat frustrated that such baseless rumors could cause such a misunderstanding with his friend. He smiled kindly at you as he shook his head slightly.

"Unbelievable. It's almost humorous how that ridiculous rumor just won't die down already.... it's so frustrating, especially since I actually do have feelings for someone... just not Kidman.."

"Huh? Wait... um... and who would that be...?"

"Hmm...? Well, it's you, obviously..."

You were stunned by how he just suddenly confessed his love for you like it was nothing. In fact, it genuinely left you speechless. You and Joseph had been friends for a while now. You would have definitely noticed if he had feelings for you, right? Well, apparently not, it seems. He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at your sheer confusion.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I just didn't want to potentially make you uncomfortable. Now... would you mind if I kissed you...?"

"Um... N-not at all! In fact, I'd actually like that a lot..."

He leaned in closer to you, slowly and carefully connecting his lips with yours. It was a soft and gentle kiss, with a clear sense of affection and love put behind it. Overall, you couldn't even be too upset with the whole misunderstanding from earlier since it ended up like this as a result.

[tabbycatto]

Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

[seradyn]

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The Evil Within

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik, Sebastian Castellanos, Leslie Withers, Juli Kidman, Joseph Oda

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

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Other Fandoms - Fic Masterlist:

Stardew Valley:

Elliott x Reader

In A Week's Time (NSFW, Fem!Reader)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

When Night Comes (SFW, Werewolf!Reader)

The Evil Within:

Sebastian Castellanos

Don't Leave Me Alone (SFW, Infected!Reader)

Main Masterlist

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Apple picking || Sebastian Castellanos ||

A/n: I love him, I need to replay The Evil within 2

Prompts:

Apple picking

“You think anyone’s ever died here?”

Glancing at Sebastian, you gave him a bright smile to the man. Lily skipping ahead as the man held the bag of apples. “See this is fun”

“I still don’t understand why we need so many apples Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes you reached up and grabbed an apple from the tree. Taking a bite of the apple you sighed, they were always best when picked freshly from the tree as Lily rushed over to you, her small hands clutching your sweater.

“Because daddy! We’re gonna make candy apples, and some Carmel apples and baked apples.” The little girl going on about the types of treats you promised to make with her.

Sighing Sebastian stepped closer to you as his arms wove around your waist. “Alright’ I get it and if my two girls want a bunch of apples I guess I have no choice than to carry them.” He chuckled though Lily nodded quickly as she rushed off to a tree that was nearby.

“You’re so cute Sebby.” Teasing him, you took another bite of the apple though Sebastian groaned deeply.

“Y/n, please don’t call me that.”

Letting out another laugh, you then shrugged your shoulders looking around the old orchard. “So,you think anyones ever died here.”

“Y/n! Please!”

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Overdue Exchanges of Affection (Joseph Oda x Fem! Reader: Smut One-Shot)

disclaimer: this is SMUT VERY NSFW PLS DO NOT READ THIS IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT!! also this is my first time writing smut in a pretty long time any and all criticism will be very much appreciated!

a/n: tbh i made this bc i hit a writers block with the rookie detective so hopefully this helps me write the next chapter for it LOL

short synopsis: the reader and sebastian find their way to joseph, where they find him unconscious in the bathtub. the reader had become extremely close friends with the detective prior to entering the STEM system, and was extremely relived upon finding him again. they share a few moments of bonding and finally admit their true feelings to one another, regretting that neither of them hadn't done so sooner.

word count: 4670

You, along with Joseph, Sebastian, and Kidman had all recently (and unknowingly) entered the STEM system after an unexpected detour to Beacon Mental Hospital. You had been working alongside Joseph and Sebastian for about 3 years, and Kidman for only 1. Within that time frame, you inevitably developed strong feelings for the bespectacled detective. Even upon meeting him for the first time, his handsome appearance seemed to strike you immediately, but it was his personality that truly stuck out to you. He was kind, smart, considerate, and charmingly optimistic. You became good friends, best friends even. A kind of friendship that would be too good to lose if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. But now, if you lost each other before you could tell him how you truly felt, you don’t know what you’d do with yourself.

You and Sebastian had both managed to find each other through the horrors of Ruvik’s petrifying world. You both had just run into an unexpected encounter with Ruvik. Shortly following the horrifying chase up the stairs together, all of the metal supports holding up the platform you both stood atop of seemed to collapse from underneath you. The rattling and shaking of the steel stilts made it impossible to maintain your balance as gravity rapidly pulled the both of you south. While the rushing air flowed through your hair and clothes, your stomach seemed to drop to the deepest pits of your body. The moment your body slammed into the floor beneath you, you felt your breath get knocked out of your lungs as you struggled to even open your eyes.

You heard Sebastian grunt beside you as he struggled to stand up. You laid there for just an extra second longer before you finally found the strength to rise up. The floor felt cold beneath your fingertips as you begrudgingly pushed your body upwards. Your shoes squeaked against the floor as you rested your hands on your knees for a few moments, catching your breath as you finally stood up straight.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian inquired, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Yeah.. yeah I’m alright,” you replied, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes.

“We should continue on. We really, really need to get out of here, and we need to look for Joseph! And Kidman,” you quickly added at the end.

While you had been busting your ass to make it out alive, Joseph still resided in the back of your mind and you were worried sick. ‘Where was he? How is he? Is he still alive? I miss him!’ Were all thoughts that seemed to swirl through your mind on repeat.

“You’re right. Let’s go, I think I see a door at the end of the hallway,” Sebastian commented, leading the way.

Quickly following behind him, you caught a glimpse of someone behind the bars in the small window of the door. Was that.. dark hair and glasses? 

“Joseph!” You exclaimed, practically shoving Sebastian out of the way to get to the door.

He was lying unconscious in a bathtub, filled with a foggy liquid. You quickly rushed to his side, cupping his face in your hands.

“Joseph, come on, wake up,” you murmured, lightly shaking him.

“Joseph!” Sebastian exclaimed, reaching for a lever beside the tub.

As he pulled the lever, the tub lurched forward, spilling out all of its contents, including Joseph. You immediately rushed to his side, attempting to catch him. Or at the very least soften his fall. He ended up landing on top of you and dragging the both of you onto the floor.

As you quickly rushed to sit up and help him up onto his feet, you noticed he finally regained consciousness. “Joseph! Joseph– I.. I…” Words seemed to escape from you as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

You felt your breath begin to quicken as you debated whether or not you should just give into your desires and tackle him into a hug. But it seemed Joseph beat you to it. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. You hadn’t expected him to be the type to enjoy physical affection, but you were very pleasantly surprised.

“(First Name)..!  Are you alright? It’s alright. I’m so glad you’re alright,” he rubbed your back as you sobbed into his shoulder.

His clothes were soaking wet, but you could still feel his warmth through them.

Your cries were soon interrupted by Joseph entering a coughing fit. He had to let go of you as he faced his head downwards, not wanting to cough on either of you.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Sebastian immediately commented, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I.. I don’t know what I am. But it’s definitely not okay,” Joseph added, “you brought me here?”

His shoulders trembled as he began to cough again, his face becoming even more pale than before. 

He turned back to you, looking into your eyes with a look of concern.

“(First Name), I’m sorry, I–” Joseph began, but was quickly interrupted by Sebastian pulling him up off the floor. 

“We need to get out of here,” Sebastian mentioned, pulling Joseph by his arm, “can you move?”

You carefully placed your hand on Joseph’s lower back, trying to steady him as gently as you could. By how he was acting, he was clearly in pain.

“Yeah, I..” Joseph replied, only to fall back to his knees again.

“Joseph!” 

You sighed, lowering back down to his level.

“Here, this might hurt a bit, but this should help,” you suggested, grabbing a medical syringe from your pocket.

He didn’t question your actions. He trusted you unconditionally as one of his closest companions, but let out a sharp grunt as he felt you insert the needle of the syringe into his forearm.

“Sorry about that. But that should help for the time being,” you added, your hand moving upwards towards his shoulder, then near the base of his neck.

“Are you feeling any better?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He turned his gaze to you, his eyes momentarily flickering to your lips before immediately meeting your eyes again.

“Uh, yeah. Thank you, (First Name),” Joseph expressed his gratitude as he tried to stand again.

While he didn’t seem 100% better, he was certainly in better condition than before. He was able to stand on his own two feet without needing assistance.

“We need to get out of here, and fast,” Joseph said, lending you his hand to help you up.

Taking his hand, he quickly pulled you up. He was surprisingly strong, and pulled you up a bit too fast. You weren’t able to catch your balance in time, and you ended up falling on Joseph with a bit of a ‘thud!’ 

He, on the other hand, only stumbled backwards a bit, but was still able to catch you. 

“Sorry!” You immediately apologized, trying to stabilize yourself.

As you tried to regain your balance yourself, you realized that you.. couldn’t. Almost as if you were stuck in place. You were a bit confused, until you felt Joseph place his hand on the back of your head, and his face in your hair. At that moment you could feel his other arm, which was wrapped around your waist, tighten. But he was cautious not to squeeze you too hard so as to not hurt you.

“...Joseph?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was a few seconds of silence, before you heard a sniffle from beside you.

“I’m..” His voice seemed to get caught in the pits of his throat as you could hear him sniffle again.

He had to take a few moments to catch his breath before he finally spoke again.

“I’m so glad you’re alright..!” Joseph’s voice cracked as he pulled you in tighter.

You were a bit surprised, to say the least. You always thought you cared for Joseph miles more than he would ever care for you. You were almost sure you were in love with him, but you never thought even for a second that there was a chance the feelings would ever be reciprocated. It was this moment that you truly thought that there may be a chance that his care for you stretched beyond that of a friend, or a best friend even.

Your arms seemed to move on their own as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him back. As you buried your face in his shoulder again, his shirt was soaking wet, but still smelled of him. 

It was in this moment that you regretted not telling him how you felt sooner. What if you never made it out alive? What if neither of you never made it out alive? What if you never escape this hellhole to begin with? This may likely be your only chance to finally tell him how you felt. You couldn’t pass this moment up, you just couldn’t. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you lost your one and only chance to finally tell him. 

“Joseph.. Joseph, I.. I love you,” you confessed, your voice cracking and your heart beating out of your chest.

He pulled back for a moment, but his grip around you never faltered. He seemed shocked, as he took a moment to look you in the eyes.

You couldn’t maintain eye contact, and immediately looked away the moment his eyes met yours. This is the moment I’m going to get rejected? I should’ve just enjoyed the moment. I can’t believe that this– your thoughts were violently interrupted by the feeling of his lips slamming into yours.

Your eyes went wide as you stared at him in disbelief. It took you a long few seconds to process what just happened, before you finally cupped his cheek in your hand and kissed him back.

You could feel him exhale against your lips as one of his hands moved to cup your face while the other gently grabbed your hip to pull you closer. 

“Ahem!” Sebastian loudly cleared his throat as you both quickly pulled away from each other.

You froze. You both completely forgot that Sebastian was there.

“Sorry to interrupt you two, but we need to get out of here as fast as we can. I, uh, I’ll go search for an exit since you both need a few.. minutes,” Sebastian awkwardly shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind him and quickly walking away from the door.

The second the door shut, not a moment of hesitation was exchanged between the both of you as you both immediately shrouded the other in another kiss. Without even realizing it, he moved his thigh in between your legs and gently pushed it against you. Eliciting a quiet moan, he seemed to grow more aggressive with the kiss, even going as far as you lick your bottom lip, asking for an entrance. You happily obliged, as you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders. 

You felt his tongue gently intertwine with yours, all the built up love and (somewhat occasional) lust for him all seemed to unleash itself at once. Joseph leaned over your form, bending you backwards slightly as he gently pushed himself against you with slightly more force. You pressed your body as tightly as you could against his as you felt his hands travel south. One of his hands gently gripped your hip and the other remained on the small of your back as he gently guided you to a nearby table. 

One of his arms held the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up onto the table. He treated your body so delicately, never once being too rough with you. He gently rested one of his hands on your thighs, gently pulling it to the side as he stood in between your legs. 

He took a moment to admire your form, his eyes slowly, and carefully scanning your body as you leaned backwards on the table.

“You’ve always been.. so beautiful, (First Name). Both inside and out,” Joseph murmured, one of his hands resting on the side of your face.

“I love you, (First Name). More than I could have ever imagined. If only I had.. told you sooner. Then we would have been able to do.. so many things together. I.. I had been planning on asking you out on a date. But now look where we are,” Joseph whined, suddenly growing sad.

“Joseph, my love,” you gently guided his head upwards to look you in the eyes, “we’re going to get out of here. And when we do, we can do anything we want together– go on as many dates as we want to. I promise.” You smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right,” Joseph replied, his hand gently pushing your head back towards him for another kiss.

As he deepened the kiss, he unconsciously moved further towards you. You could feel him press his bulge against your clothed heat, making you squirm. You pushed yourself onto him further, wrapping your legs around his torso and resting your arms atop his shoulders.

You could feel him pant against your lips, stifling a moan as he pulled away for air. In that brief moment, he began to trail kisses across your body. Starting from just the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, down to your jawline, then the base of your neck. First removing your vest, button by button. His fingers just barely grazed over your breasts for a moment before he gently tugged on your tie, pulling you in for a kiss and loosening it at the same time. Once he pulled your tie off from around your neck, he undid the top few buttons of your white button-up shirt, pulling it loosely off one of your shoulders.

He continued his gentle kisses, occasionally nipping your skin with his teeth. His touch was immaculate, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine as he continued to treat your skin like it were porcelain, and he was the sculptor. 

You could feel each moan erupting from your chest uncontrollably as he pressed his bulge against you as he continued to unbutton your shirt even further. 

“Joseph..” you moaned as you threw your head back, feeling his hand travel to your inner thigh.

Carefully removing his lips from your shoulder, he looked up at you as his glasses slid down his nose. You adjusted his glasses for him, pushing them back up his nose. Not wanting to remove his other hand from your thigh, he settled for using his teeth to take off one of his gloves. As he bit down on the fingertip of his black leather glove, quickly discarding it, he rested his bare hand on your face again. This time, his thumb caressed your lower lip, gently pressing down on the soft flesh.

You parted your lips upon the contact as he slowly inserted his thumb into your mouth. Locking eyes with him, you swirled your tongue around his finger, grabbing his wrist and pulling it further into your mouth. He let out a soft moan at the sight, his lips parting and his eyebrows raised as he added his index finger into your mouth as well.

The feeling of your tongue around his fingers and that submissive look in your eyes was driving him mad. His pants felt even tighter than before as he used his other hand to adjust himself in his slacks. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was adjusting himself or borderline masturbating to the woman in front of him as she sucked on his fingers. 

“Fuck, (First Name),” he panted, pressing his hand against his bulge.

You moaned in response, pulling him in closer with your legs to grind on his extremely obvious arousal. He immediately let out a soft groan as he took his fingers out from your mouth, licking your saliva off of his fingers before quickly licking his lips again. You felt his hand travel to your bottom, carefully squeezing your ass as he pulled you closer to him as he grinded on you. The sensation was absolutely sinful, like he was fucking you with your clothes on.

With a moan of delight, you pulled him in by his tie and encapsulated his lips in another kiss. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, one of his hands roamed your inner thigh and the other found its way back to your buttons. Pulling away to get a better look, Joseph rested his forehead against yours. He panted against you as he finally finished unbuttoning your shirt. Quickly discarding your clothes and setting them carefully beside you on the table, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He stared in awe at how beautiful you looked with only a bra on. 

He gulped, his lips slightly parting again as he quickly adjusted himself in his pants before going straight for your belt. He struggled for a moment, but you helped him pull it off of you and you tossed it on the floor, the buckle making a loud ‘clink!’ upon impact.

As he unbuttoned your slacks and pulled them down to your ankles, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire you. You looked absolutely delicious, your pink lacy bra and your matching colored panties just did it for him. He could see how soaked you were through your underwear. He quickly pulled off his other glove as he placed one of his hands back on your shoulder as it slowly moved south. His fingers were slightly calloused, but still gentle and soft. The back of his hands had a few veins running down them and into his forearm, and his fingers were long and nimble. 

He seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“M-may I..?” He asked, his hand hovering over one of your breasts.

“I’m all yours, Joseph,” you replied, gently taking his wrist and guiding it down to your breast for him.

He quickly took a shallow breath upon the contact, and you could see his other hand find its way back to his clothed erection as it twitched in his pants. He pressed himself against his hand, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Fuck, Joseph,” you panted.

You quickly went to unbuckle his belt, you couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked delicious, and you could see how big he was already. His bulge pressed tightly against the confines of his slacks, creating a long thick bulge that was begging to be released.

He quickly moved his hands to assist you. His pants felt tighter than ever before as he quickly discarded his belt as you immediately went for his pants and unbuttoned his slacks, pulling down the zipper. 

The gray boxers he wore strained against his throbbing erection, a wet spot present at the tip with precum. He was much bigger than you thought originally as you stared at it. He was maybe.. 8 inches? A scary length, and you could already imagine the initial pain it would cause. But it didn’t matter, as long as it was him that you got to share such an experience with.

“Fuck,” he panted, loosening his tie and undoing the top button all with one hand.

You rushed to take his tie off for him, pulling it down from around his neck as he quickly unbuttoned his white button-up shirt. You helped with his vest, quickly undoing the few buttons and pulling it off from around his shoulders. You never took him as the type to work out, but you would always wonder. His broad shoulders seemed to slightly give it away, but with how bulky the KCPD uniform was, you were always unsure.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you were aching for him at this point, wanting to feel any kind of friction. 

You hastily pulled his boxers down for him as you looked back up at him through your eyelashes with a pleading expression painting your features. 

“Fuck, (First Name), don’t look at me like that..” Joseph muttered under his breath, as he pushed himself further between your legs.

“Why not, Joseph?” You teased, your index finger gently running across his collarbone.

He couldn’t find the words to respond, only began trying to fiddle with your bra clasp to get it off of you. You lightly chuckled in response to the slightly frustrated look on his face as he struggled. But you finally gave in, and helped him unclasp your bra.

As it hung on by the straps on your shoulders, you pulled it off painfully slow as he watched in anticipation. The moment you were fully exposed to the cool air, he immediately took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as the other moved underneath your panties. His fingers were warm against your heat as he used his thumb to gently run over your clit. You winced at the contact, your thighs squeezing his hand as he teased your entrance. You unconsciously rolled your hips into his fingers, begging for more.

He attacked your neck with kisses as he slowly curled his fingers inside of you, his fingers creating slow waves. The pleasure hit you like a truck and all you wanted was more, his fingers were like magic.

You panted into his shoulder, your fingertips digging into his back.

“Fuck, Joseph! I.. I need you,” you begged, squeezing his torso in between your thighs as you pushed yourself against his bare cock.

He winced at the contact, a small moan escaping from his lips at your warm liquid lightly touching the tip of his erection. As he pulled his boxers down, one hand lightly rubbing the base of his cock, he gently lined the tip up with your entrance. He rubbed the tip lightly around your entrance, just lightly grazing your clit.

Your thighs clenched together at the blissful sensation. 

“P-please.. Joseph..” your nails dug into his back in anticipation, “I need you so fucking badly.”

“God, (First Name). I love you,” he called out your name as he gently began to insert himself inside of you.

Trying to be as gentle as he could, he slowly began to push himself further inside of you, until you noticed him pause for a moment. You looked up at him, scanning his face.

“I.. uh..” Joseph began, his voice slightly shivering.

“I.. I’ve never done anything like this before. So I apologize if it’s.. bad. Or if.. uh.. I finish a bit fast,” he embarrassedly apologized, his cheeks turning red.

His hesitance and inexperience was strangely cute.

“It’s– it’s alright. It’s my first time too so don’t worry,” you chuckled a bit.

“It is?” He looked up at you, seemingly a bit surprised.

“Yeah,” you admitted, “you’re my first.”

He chuckled under his breath.

“I guess we get to learn this together,” he lightheartedly remarked.

He looked you in the eyes again, both of his hands resting on either side of your face as he gently rested his forehead against yours. You could feel him slowly inserting himself, despite him being gentle, his large size made it extremely painful. You winced, grabbing hold of Joseph. Your nails dug into his back, trying to bite your lip so as to not make any noise. You could feel him stretching out your inner walls, until he was finally all the way in.

You panted as you could feel him slowly begin to slowly pull out, then back in again. The sensation as he pulled back out elicited a soft sigh from you, sweet relief washing over your body. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he finally began to push himself back inside of you again. You could feel him tremble and his cock pulsate inside of you. He was holding himself back just for you, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you in any way, shape, or form. You could feel his breath against your bare chest as his erection was finally pushed all the way inside of you again.

The pain made you wince as he filled you up completely, the sensation of him pulling in and out felt so, extremely painful. You could feel tears threatening to spill as you scrunched your eyes in pain. 

He slowly began to pull out again, but this time the pain finally blurred into that of pleasure, and you craved for more.

“F-faster.. can.. you go faster?” You pleaded in between heavy breaths.

His eyes seemed to widen as you asked that, as he quickly nodded in hungry affirmation. 

“Anything for you, (First Name),” he happily obliged, quickening his pace as his grip around your thighs tightened. 

His hand snaked around the base of your neck, gently pushing down on your trachea, lightly choking you. You never took him as the type to be into choking, but you weren't complaining. The feeling shot below the pits of your stomach, as you felt yourself grow warmer at the sensation. You harshly grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand against your neck further, eliciting a soft moan as you tugged on the side of his hair to pull him into a harsh kiss. His tongue immediately intertwined with yours as he bit down onto your bottom lip, this time with significantly more force. The slight twinge of pain only made the moment grow hotter as you squeezed his torso in between your thighs. 

He moaned against your lips as his pace quickened with vigor. The wet, sloppy sounds eliciting from each thrust mixed with both of your barely-stifled moans echoed throughout the empty room. In the back of your mind, you desperately hoped Sebastian couldn’t hear any of the amorous noises louding emitting from the both of you. 

You could see Joseph’s stomach tighten, as his pace slightly slowed down.

“(F-First Name), I’m.. fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum..! I’m.. I’m..” he whined as his breathing grew heavier.

He groaned as he rolled his hips further into you, savoring every last inch of your dripping arousal as he pumped himself into you. Soft whimpers escaped from his lips with every slow, thorough thrust into you. His cock stretched your inner walls and you could feel the knot in your stomach slowly begin to come undone.

“F-fuck! I can’t, I’m.. I’m gonna..” he breathily moans as he quickly pulls out from inside of you.

Had he pulled out a second longer, he would’ve came inside of you. The last thing that any of you would want is an unexpected pregnancy, but luckily his timing sufficed in just the nick of time. 

He continued to stroke himself as he came, letting all of it drip onto your torso and your thighs. You felt yourself finally begin to relax the moment you finished as well, your back hitting the wall as you leaned back. You both shared a moment where you just looked at each other as you both tried to catch your breaths.

Joseph pulled you in for one last kiss before saying, “I love you so much. You have no idea how long I had been waiting to do that,” he admitted.

“I love you, Joseph, so, so much,” you replied, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

Joseph immediately grabbed your button-up shirt, which had previously been discarded to the floor, and helped you to get it back on.

“Come on, we’d better clean ourselves up and get dressed. I don’t know how long we've kept Sebastian waiting for,” he mentioned, picking up the rest of your clothes for you and helping you dress yourself.

You both hastily helped each other get dressed again, both of you desperately hoping that Sebastian hadn’t heard any of what just happened.

You really were lucky to have a man like Joseph in your life. Kind, sweet, gentle, and considerate.

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If I’m missing ANYTHING tell me! I don’t want it to bite me in the ass later. ALSO THERES A LIL CHARACTER IM ADDING THATS GONNA LIVE WITH READER~

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“I don’t know, but they sound like badass.”

(Sebastian Castellanos x Gn!Reader)

We love struggling hot dad Sebastian Castellanos in this house. I had fun writing for him. I hope ya'll enjoy, and please tell me what you think or if you want to see more!

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Summary: On the mission to find Sebastian's daughter, you nearly lose your life trying to save his.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/other info: Swearing, dead child, description of injury, gender nuetral reader

You never imagined you’d be back in STEM. That nightmarish place haunted the deepest parts of your memory, invaded your dreams and had you waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

But here you were, running for your life as a horde of monstrous creatures stumbled after you, keeping close behind Sebastian.

An embarrassing scream escaped you when you felt fingers brush against your back, your legs screaming in pain as you will yourself to run faster. Your sides were starting to hurt and your throat was dry, heart pounding in your ears as the groans from the horde only seemed to get louder. You gasped when Sebastian snatched your wrist and dragged you around the corner of an empty house, your boots scraping across the cement before you were pushed inside. Sebastian followed behind you, quickly closing the door before you pressed yourself against the wall and slid down it, holding your hands over your mouth to try and silence your heavy breathing. You tensed as the mutants came towards the house, but quickly relaxed when the sound of their shuffling feet grew quiet as they passed.

You tried so hard to get over Beacon, but the things you saw, it wasn’t something you could just forget. The Haunted, Ruvik, it was something straight out of a nightmare. Your mind could barely comprehend the horrors you saw, and sometimes you wondered if you were still stuck in STEM. That you never left. It’s why you ran away, why you left the force and moved somewhere no one could find you. Because how could you go back to your life after what happened? How could you pretend that everything was okay?

Then Kidman showed up at your doorstep and revealed everything to you, and you felt sick to your stomach. The fact that Mobius wanted to continue building STEM, even after seeing how horrible it could become, you couldn’t understand it. You flat out refused when she told you they needed you to go back until she explained the situation with Sebastian’s daughter, Lily. You only heard a little bit about her when you worked with the detective, and you did a little bit of snooping on your own when you found a copy of the local newspaper that talked about the fire that “killed” Lily. You knew there was a reason Sebastian always seemed so closed off and guarded, you just didn’t know that the reason would be so devastating, And if there was a chance to get her back, you had to help.

Your hand dropped to your side as you let out a sigh, your head thumping back against the wall. Sebastian seemed better at calming himself down than you did, only taking a few deep breaths before letting himself relax a bit. You tried to do the same, and he looked at you with his brows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

Absolutely not.

You nodded anyway. “Just peachy.”

Standing on wobbly legs, you quickly found your bearings and began to search around the decrepit place for any supplies as Sebastian tried to find a signal on his communicator. Your eyes landed on a fallen Mobius agent, grimacing when you saw his head split open and his brain spilling out, but you pushed down the nausea rising in your stomach and crouched next to him, searching the pockets on his vest. You were only able to find a few spare bullets and some gauze, shoving them in the pack attached to your belt before your attention was drawn to Sebastian when he called out your name. Giving the dead operative one last glance, you stood and followed Sebastian as he picked up a frequency, adjusting the knob on his communicator until the world around you began to fracture, and the image of a woman and her son suddenly appeared before you.

The mother was kneeling on the floor, holding the limp body of her little boy as she sobbed and rocked him back and forth, reaching up to gently brush the hair out of his face. You clenched your jaw as you tried to not let the sight affect you, the woman’s anguished cries piercing your heart. You imagined this is what Sebastian must’ve felt like. The pain of losing a child… it seemed unbearable.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

We'll find her.

He slightly tilted his head towards you.

I know.

As the memory continued to play, you narrowed your eyes when the boy's body twitched, and the mother's crying ceased as she whispered his name. It all happened so fast, the child letting out a gurgled scream before lunging at its mother and sinking its teeth into her flesh. You let out a gasp, turning your head away and pressing your forehead into Sebastian’s shoulder. The silence was almost deafening when the memory ended, the mother’s screams echoing in your ears. Sebastian tapped your hip with his knuckles, and you slowly pulled away and avoided his gaze.

“Let’s, uh… Let’s keep moving.” you muttered.

You didn’t bother waiting for his response as you turned towards the door, shaking your head.

Fucking suck it up!

As soon as you tried to reach for the door handle, a loud bang had you jumping back in surprise, the wood splintering under the force. It wasn’t until you heard the collective groan of mutants outside that you became very concerned.

“Oh, shit!” Sebastian said, and he quickly slammed his shoulder against the door when it started to open, using his weight to keep it closed.

You followed after him and pressed your back to the door, trying to keep your feet firmly planted, but the creatures were beginning to pile up outside as each slam against the wood jostled you. Sebastian seemed to have the same thought you did as he met your frightened gaze.

We’re trapped.

“We gotta make a run for it!”

You shook your head. “Are you crazy?! We’d both get killed! You go, I’ll try to hold them off.”

“I’m the crazy one?! I’m not leaving you here to die!”

The door cracked open with a particularly hard push, and let out a loud grunt as you forced it closed again. “Who’s gonna save your daughter if the both of us are dead, huh?! Get out of here!”

Sebastian stared at you for a moment, clearly debating with himself before he cursed loudly and finally ran for the back door. The door was harder to keep shut without his added weight, and as soon as you were sure he was out of the house, you grabbed the gun from the holster on your thigh and jumped out of the way, the horde breaking through instantly.

Outside, Sebastian ran around the front of the house to try and distract the mutants and get them away from the door, but when he saw it wide open and no monsters in sight, his stomach dropped. Then there was a series of gunshots and a shout, and he began to assume the worst as he cried out for you, desperately hoping that you were alive.

He waited with baited breath, the seconds slowly ticking by. He didn’t hear any groans or moaning, but he didn’t hear you either. Something shifted near the doorway and he squinted to try and get a better look, and when you came stumbling out of the house, hand clutching your side, he felt relief wash over him.

“Oh, god,” he sighed, rushing to your side as you limped towards him. You winced when he tried to help you, grabbing your arm and slinging it over his shoulder as his other hand came down to rest on your side. “Come on, the safe house isn’t far.”

You tried and failed to hold in your noises of pain as you limped beside Sebastian. While you were glad he got out unscathed, you were pissed at yourself for being deadweight. You wanted to help the ex-detective, not become a burden for him.

“I’m- Ow, shit! I’m sorry.”

Sebastian chuckled. You couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. “You can apologize once we get you patched up.”

It was a relatively short walk to the safe house, but it felt dreadfully long as pain shot through your side with every step you took. Sebastian tried to reassure you, squeezing the hand that was on his shoulder. Stepping into the building, he made sure the door was locked behind him before setting you down in a chair, and you supressed the groan that tried to escape you. As he went to grab the first aid, you carefully lifted one side of your shirt, taking your arm out of the sleeve so it could rest on your shoulder, and you inspected your wound. It didn’t look awful, but it didn’t look good either. There were clear marks from where the creature ripped into your skin with it’s blunt nails, blood trickling down your side.

Walking over with medical supplies in his hand, Sebastian kneeled on the ground beside you and began cleaning your wound, pausing when you hissed in pain. “You gonna be okay?”

You nodded frantically, waving him off. “Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and get it over with.”

You propped your arm up on the back of the chair to get it out of the way as he continued patching you up, chuckling when you let out a particular loud curse when he pressed a bit too hard on your wound.

“Jesus christ, Seb, you wanna go a little easy on me?”

He shrugged, not able to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. “Sorry, I didn’t exactly train in the medical field.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me.”

Once he was finished, you pulled your shirt back down with minimal difficulty, standing up to try and shake some of the pain off. You sighed at the tear in your shirt. You kinda liked this one.

“Thank you, by the way. And uh, I’m sorry for, you know, almost getting myself killed.”

“Hey, you saved my ass. Nothing to apologize for. Just-” he paused, letting out a huff as his eyes quickly traveled over you, “be more careful next time.”

“Only if you do the same,” you said, hands on your hips as you gave Sebastian a small smile.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, who’s the one who took on a horde of those things by themselves?”

“I don’t know, but they sound like badass.”

That momentary feeling of lightness in the air seemed to vanish when Sebastian frowned and turned away from you, and you wished you could bring that smile back to his face, the sight being so rare. Your expression shifted to one of concern as you stepped towards him.

“Sebastian?”

Silence, and then-

“... Do you think- I mean… Lily, what if she’s-”

“Hey.”

You stepped around him, placing a hand on his shoulder and waiting for him to look up at you. “She’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna find her and bring her home, okay?”

“I can’t let her down again. Fuck, what kind of father am I? How could I let this happen?”

“You need to listen to me. This isn’t your fault-”

He quickly stepped away from you, teeth clenched as he shook his head. “I’m her father, dammit! I’m supposed to be the one who protects her from shit like this! But- But I-”

Reaching forward, you gripped Sebastian's arm and pulled him forward, letting him fall against you as you wrapped him in your arms, pressing your ear against his chest. You could hear the loud thumping of his heart, and he slumped in your embrace as he slowly brought his hands up and gripped the back of your shirt, carefully holding you against him. You closed your eyes when he buried his face in your shoulder, and you let out a soft sigh.

Ever since you’ve known him, Sebastian’s been particularly hard on himself, even over things that weren't his fault. You weren’t around when everything with Myra happened, but even after she left, you could tell he still cared about her deeply. The picture of her smiling face on his desk reminded you of that, and it made you feel guilty for harboring certain feelings for the detective. But you never let those feelings get in the way of your relationship or your work. In fact, you and Sebastian had grown quite close over the years of working together, able to crack jokes and read into those miniscule expressions of his that he always tried to hide. He’d become your friend.

“You’re a great dad, Seb. You going such great lengths to save your daughter- putting yourself back in this situation- it proves it. Don’t blame yourself for not being able to tell the future. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen. But we’re gonna get her back, alright? Everything’s gonna be fine.”

You slowly pulled away, Sebastian reluctantly loosening his hold on you, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, the scruff of his beard tickling your chin. You lightly squeezed his bicep and went to turn away, but you felt his hand suddenly grip your wrist and pull you back to him, letting out a gasp. You crashed into his chest, his body crowding you as he took your face in his hands and pulled you into a frantic kiss, noses bumping clumsily and teeth nearly knocking together from the force. Your fingers quickly found themselves in his hair, gently tugging at the roots, and he let out a groan against your mouth that had heat shooting through you. Every dream or fantasy you had couldn’t prepare you for this moment, couldn’t nearly compare with the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. But the trance was finally broken when you were reminded of the cool metal band pressing against your skin.

Pressing your hands against his chest, you pulled away, a shuddered breath leaving you as you placed your hand over your mouth. You avoided Sebastian’s gaze, but you could feel it burning into the side of your head, waiting for you to say something. Shaking your head, you brushed past him and picked up your gun from the nearby table, loading up on bullets and shoving it in your holster before grabbing your knife and making sure you didn’t break it from taking on the creatures earlier.

“We good to go or do you just wanna keep standing around?” you asked, finally looking at Sebastian. He smiled.

“Depends if you’re up for it.”

You chuckled, slapping your hand against his shoulder as you passed him. “Oh, I’m up for it.”