#Ruvik X Reader

[rains-rambles]

I’d like to see touch-starved Ruvik cuddling with Y/N kissing his scars. 🥰

I actually love this prompt so much, and I've been super excited to write it since I got it.

There's a storm raging just outside the window, the wind making it a little hard to hear the quiet music in the background. Ruben is laying across your chest, half asleep and just soaking in the soft affection that he's lacked for so many years. He can feel you gently running your fingers up and down his spine or tracing the edge of his scars. But none of that compares to the spreading warmth in his chest as you gently start pressing soft kisses to his scarred shoulder without a word. The silent reaffirmation of your love for him doing wonders to remind him that he's not alone anymore after a long,trying day.

[seradyn]

I Won’t Let Go

Ruben x Reader fluff

Helping Ruben cope with a seizure, giving him lots of cuddles and comfort afterwards.

For my dear @broteinshake69 , based on this post.

Word Count: 3611

^ I am incapable of writing short one-shots :)

TW: None

I am not a neuroscientist, nor have I ever had a seizure, so I hope you can excuse the pseudoscience and inaccurate depiction x)

Les go

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A soft, familiar squelch filled his ears as the scalpel cut cleanly through the brain. Each incision was made with practiced precision, every wave of the small knife deliberate. He’d done this so many times before, it was second nature by now. Dissect, record, kill, dissect, record, he’d done it since he’d freed himself from beneath his parent’s thumbs. Since he got out of the basement. Ironic, now that he’d set up his main lab there.

Today was no different, though Ruben had chosen to focus on one particular part of the brain; the cerebellum. It sat lower on the organ, closer to the brainstem, meaning he often had to kill his subjects to get to it. No matter, the data was more than worth it. And it was there waiting for him, a wellspring of neurotransmitters and chemical reactions. The mind’s response to his live dissections etched into the stone walls of chemistry.

With one final, satisfying cut, the gelatinous glob fell from the rest of the organ, the gentle weight falling into a gloved hand. Ruben placed it onto its own tray, shoving the rest of the brain into a corner. He’d have to discard it before it began to rot, but that could wait. His scarred fingers twitched with the anticipation of new data. His creation, STEM, was nearly ready for its first prototype, he was so close.

Standing, he went to retrieve the rest of the tools he’d need, listing them off as he removed his gloves; syringes, sharper scalpels, a microscope. Things he preferred not cluttering his desk while he worked on getting the parts he needed. Sometimes he could work on the surgical tables marking the center of his ‘exam rooms’, but alas, he still needed to dispose of the body, too. Something that only served to waste his time, which could be spent doing research.

He grunted with the weight of some of the equipment, his hands sending dull shocks of pain up his arms. Ruben had years to cope with the weakness of his body after the fire, but it was moments like these that made him grit his teeth in silent rage. That day had rendered his existence one of constant pain and strife, and he was loath to be reminded of such.

Though that rage quickly simmered down, burning with a low heat in his chest. That was why he was doing this research, after all. His body, his life…his sister. What he lost, he would get back.

One subject, one dissection, one brain at a time.

Ruben let out a tense sigh, his robe catching the stale air as he spun around, awkwardly walking back to his desk with the bulky microscope cradled in his hands. He only wished it wasn’t taking so long. His project was years in the making, and he knew it would take years more for it to come to fruition. Truthfully, he was frustrated by it all. He was tired of living this joke.

The microscope hit his desk with a dull thud, the scars on his hands and fingers aching from the excursion. He shook them out, flexing his fingers to tame the soreness in his joints. The day was still young, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Ruben picked up his scalpel, positioning the cerebellum so his cuts would be clean along its length. To get the proper images, he’d need slices as thin as hairs, which meant there was little room for error. Too thick and he wouldn’t be able to see what he was looking for, too thin and there wouldn’t be enough to work with. He would be injecting them with dye, which in turn would react with the various chemicals throughout the soft tissue, changing the dye’s color. Crude methods, certainly, but they delivered the desired results. The way the brain coped with such high levels of stress, fear, and pain - he would have that as his prize.

Or, at least that was the plan. Plans which came to a grinding halt when Ruben found himself unable to move his arm or hand.

Puzzled, he furrowed his brow, glancing at the offending limb. It was frozen in midair, scalpel raised, as if stuck in time. He tried to force it into motion, but it didn’t budge, the muscles stiffened without his consent. Frustrated, he turned his attention back to the brain on his desk, hoping his muscles would relax after a moment. It wasn’t unusual for his body to just give out on him, much to his annoyance, but with any luck, it would pass after a few moments.

Ruben was caught off guard though, when his vision began to swim. He couldn’t focus on any one thing, all of it smearing into a watery mess of indistinguishable colors. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his muddy eyes, but there was no relief.

He heard a distinct clatter, that of metal striking metal. He’d dropped his scalpel, it took him too long to realize. He hadn’t even felt it, couldn’t perceive as his fingers closed around nothing. He could feel his breaths becoming frantic, his body not listening to his commands. The colors warped, shifted and melded, until everything began to go dark…

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You knew something wasn’t right when you heard a metallic tink as you were coming down the basement stairs. The place was usually home to similar sounds, that of Ruben exchanging one tool for another while he worked, but this time it sounded different. Louder, more chaotic, like something had been dropped. That wasn’t like him - Ruben was meticulous, and took great care of his equipment. It wasn’t like him to be careless.

You’d been on your way down to deliver some water when you heard it. Ruben had trouble remembering his own physical needs while he was working, meaning more often than not, that duty fell to you. You made sure he stayed hydrated, and had something to eat if he got hungry between meals. He feigned irritation, stubborn as he was about being able to take care of himself, but you knew he appreciated what you did. The glasses were always empty when you came back to retrieve them, and his supply of snacks was always steadily depleting. While he didn’t approve of you being in his lab for long, he allowed you these short visits.

Besides, you always sweetened the deal by giving him a quick kiss before you went back upstairs, and you both knew Ruben couldn’t refuse you when you did that.

All such pretense went down the drain when you heard the strange noise, your heart jumping a little. You hurried the rest of the way down, dropping off the glass on a random table when you reached the bottom. Without hesitation, you barged into the room he was working in, not caring if he got mad at you for the intrusion. He was standing before his desk on the far wall, hand poised above a pink blob on a tray. Part of a brain, you supposed, but you hadn’t the foggiest idea which piece.

More worryingly, Ruben hadn’t acknowledged you when you came in. You tilted your head at him quizzically.

“Ruben?” You said, voice meek as you tentatively stepped forward. He offered no response, which only made your concern grow. Upon getting closer, you noticed a slight tremble to his form.

“Ruben? Ruben, what's wrong?” You said, more frantic now. You’d never seen him act like this, and you hadn’t a clue what could be causing him to do so.

You reached out a hand to steady him. His trembling only seemed to be getting worse.

Before you could graze the fabric of his robe with your fingers, his legs appeared to give out. Eyes widening, you jumped forward to catch him, yelping as he dragged you down to the floor with his weight. You collapsed in a tangled heap, Ruben’s body cushioned by your own. The concrete was cold, unforgiving as it bit into your tailbone.

Recovering from the tumble, you looked down at the man in your lap, opening your mouth to ask more questions. You just as quickly froze, feeling Ruben’s body twitch and convulse in your lap. The blood drained from your face, heart in your throat as you watched his body jerk violently.

Seizure, your brain offered through its panic.

“Fuck,” you muttered, setting Ruben gently down on the floor, mind whirling with what you were supposed to do.

He’d warned you this was a possibility. When you two started a relationship, he’d given you a laundry list of various complications that arose from his injuries. Numbness, trouble with temperature regulation, limited movement, muscle stiffness, and yes, seizures were on that list. He told you they happened more often when he was a boy, his body unable to cope with the loss of so much tissue. They didn’t happen as much anymore, but they would never fully go away. There was always a chance of one happening.

Too great a chance, you thought, ripping off your shirt and putting it under his head. He’d given you some basic instructions on what to do if he ever went into such a state, back when he explained all this. It was a bit hard to concentrate though, heart like a drum as you watched him seize.

Safety, safety first, you reminded yourself, spotting a scalpel close by - the one he dropped, you presumed. You quickly snatched it away from him, setting it on his desk so he wouldn’t cut himself. Next, you remembered him telling you to time his seizures, to make sure they didn’t last too long. You grabbed at your phone with shaky fingers, fumbling with the device until you finally got a timer going. Make sure he’s breathing, don’t hold him down, keep things out of his mouth, your mind recited the list, mentally checking off each one as you did it.

His last instruction, stay calm, was admittedly quite a bit harder to honor.

How were you supposed to stay calm with your love seizing on the floor?!

What was minutes felt like hours. You sat beside him, feeling useless and scared as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Ruben told you these weren’t a huge deal, and you trusted him, but being in the presence of it was something else entirely. You felt like you should be able to do more, make it less torturous somehow, but the logical part of you knew you couldn’t. Now it was just about waiting.

Slowly, his muscles began to settle, the spasms happening less often, their strength waning. You spared a look at his face, frowning at the grimace still on it. You hoped he wasn’t in pain. You peeked at the timer; 1 minute 40 seconds, it read.

You let out an anxious breath, rocking back on your shins. Not a medical emergency, then, if it was already clearing up. For that at least, you were grateful.

A deep groan filled the room, and your attention snapped back to Ruben. He was finally starting to regain consciousness, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Once you were sure it was safe, you scooped him up into your lap, cradling his head and shoulders while you softly whispered his name. You nudged his nose with your own, trying to get him to open his eyes. You needed to know he was okay. His flesh was cold, and you held him firmly, giving him as much of your warmth and comfort as you could.

Eventually, it worked. Ruben groaned again, a deep, pained sound, eyelids parting a crack to look up at you. They looked glassy, like he’d abruptly been awoken from a deep sleep. You gave his shoulders a light squeeze, delicately stroking the scarred side of his face while his good side pressed against your chest.

“Ruben, are you okay?” You asked gently, looking at him with clear worry etched into your face.

He blinked at you a few times, taking a moment to process your words.

“I…What happened?” He croaked, his voice horse. You’d have to remember to make him drink something.

“You had a seizure,” was your simple reply. You tried your best to sound calm, but your voice wavered as you spoke, giving you away. “I did my best to keep you safe and comfortable.”

Ruben studied your face for a moment before he nodded stiffly, his attention leaving you to scan the room.

“And where…are we?” He asked.

Ah, the confusion. You remembered he told you that was the most common symptom. Seizures almost always left their victims confused and disoriented.

“We’re in your lab, at the manor,” you told him. He seemed pleased with that answer, the last of the stiffness leaving him as he relaxed into you. Your heart melted as he nuzzled his face into your sternum, blinking lazily as he let out a contented sigh.

Loath as you were to move him, you knew this wasn’t the best place for him to rest.

“Hey,” you kissed his forehead to get his attention. Those pale irises snapped to you instantly; he couldn’t resist your touch. “I’ll take you to bed, okay?” You waited for a response, and after another nod, you continued. “Do you want me to get your wheelchair, or can you stand?”

His nose wrinkled at the mention of his chair. You knew he hated it, hated how much it reminded him how weak his body was, but with mobility being a common issue, he needed to keep it around. You wished for his sake he used it more often, but you never pushed the matter.

“I can walk,” he said quickly. He didn’t need the help, he could do it himself.

To prove his point, he tried to sit up. Tried, being the operative word. His adam’s apple bobbed with anguished grunts as his muscles screamed in protest. Everything was sore, like he’d just run a marathon in sweltering heat. His teeth ground together as he slumped forward, head hung as he fought down a wave of nausea.

“Hey,” you said again, supporting his back so he wouldn’t fall and hit his head. “Don’t push yourself. I’ll take you as far as I can, but if you need the wheelchair, please just ask for it. Now is not the time to be stubborn.”

Ruben huffed at you, but he knew he was in no position to argue. “Fine,” he hissed, letting you loop his arm behind your neck. With a quick countdown, you were able to hoist him up, both of you stumbling a little as you found your footing. His scars pressed up against you as he used you for support, and you did your best not to cause them any unnecessary irritation. After making sure Ruben was okay, you began your slow, awkward hobble up to the second floor.

It was a long, arduous process. One made almost entirely in silence, both of you struggling to put one foot in front of another. Only two questions from him broke the silence on your journey there: how long was the seizure, and why weren’t you wearing a shirt. You had to stifle a laugh at the second one, but you answered them honestly. It wasn’t long before you reached the bedroom, causing you both to sag in relief. You had to kick the door open, leading him inside as gravity shut it behind you.

He plopped onto the sheets heavily, panting from the pain plaguing his joints. You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb to sooth him. You couldn’t begin to imagine how hard something as simple as walking must be after that, especially with his burns already making movement difficult. Your own shoulders were sore from holding him up, but it was a small price to pay if it lessened his own suffering, even if only a little.

After a pause, Ruben sighed, lifting his head to stare at the wall opposite you.

“This is pointless,” he grumbled, turning to meet your gaze. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. I should be back in the lab.”

Your brows drew down at that, eyes narrowing. Even for him, that was an insane notion. You leaned forward, placing a single finger on his charred nose.

“Liar,” you accused sternly. “I know you want to do more, but you’re in no condition to be running experiments. You need to rest.”

Ruben scowled, removing your hand from his face. “I need to get back to work. I’ve lost enough time as it is.”

You scowled back at him, a harsh rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. The expression just as quickly dissolved, replaced by worry and sorrow. You knew how important his work was to him, you knew what he’d done to obtain it. Aside from you, it was everything to him.

“I know,” you said softly. You pushed the hood of his robe down, revealing his scarred, hairless face. You ran your hand along the edge of his jawline, admiring how handsome he looked like that. “I know it means a lot to you…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He gave you an incredulous look, but you weren’t finished. “I know you’d stay down there every waking moment if you could, and I don’t fault you for that. But I can’t stand the thought of finding you impaled on your own equipment, or one of your subjects getting out because a seizure impaired your judgment. I don’t want to think about what could happen to you if you don’t give yourself a break. So if you can’t do it for yourself, can you at least do it for me?”

Ruben didn’t say anything at first, his eyes rolling over your face while you stroked his own. Part of you expected him to keep arguing; after all, he’d survived this long without you.

Instead, it hardly took a moment before his features began to soften, and he melted into your touch. His eyes closed in sweet bliss as you traced his scars with a loving reverence, basking in the way you worshiped his body.

“Alright,” he breathed. When he looked at you, his eyes were filled with a subtle adoration. “I’ll rest. But only if you promise to stay with me.”

Your face lit up at his condition, smiled brightly at him. You leaned forward, brushing his lips with yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you purred, smirking as his pupils widened with desire, a tiny shiver rippling across his skin. God, how easily he became putty in your hands.

Before he got any ideas though, you pulled away, wordlessly tugging at the sleeves of his robe. You both knew it would only catch on his scars while he was under the covers, so it needed to come off. He let you carefully remove it, not a word uttered from either of you as you threw it over your shoulder. You’d deal with it in the morning.

Averting your gaze from his bare chest, heat rushing to your cheeks, you wormed your way back onto the bed, flopping down onto your back. As an afterthought, you unclasped your bra, pulling your arms through it as you tossed it onto the floor. Like hell you were going to sleep in that. Satisfied, you beckoned Ruben to join you, holding out your hand invitingly.

Unfortunately, he was a tad busy, staring wide eyed at your form, to notice. He still wasn’t used to seeing such things, even after living together with you for months.

“No funny business,” you teased, lightly pulling on his arm to make him lay down.

His eyes flicked up and down, meeting yours before admiring you again.

“No promises,” he smirked.

You scoffed, pulling on him enough to finally coax him into action. He hesitantly crawled over you, lowering himself as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He let out another happy sigh as your breasts squished against his flesh, so soft, so warm. You traced along his spine with the pads of your fingers as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, letting your chin rest atop his head. Legs intertwining, he gently clutched at your shoulders while you pulled the blankets over your bodies. You smiled at the feeling of the dual textures of his rough, burnt skin and the smooth, untouched parts of it. The buttons of Ruben’s pants dug into your thigh, but you hardly noticed, instead enjoying this moment of affection between the two of you. You knew you were likely to wake up alone, Ruben having gone back to his lab, so you were going to savor this as long as you could.

As his breathing began to even out, you placed a few final kisses on the crown of his head.

“Rest now, my love,” you whispered, hands continuing their ministrations. “Rest, and I might just let you go back to work tomorrow.”

“As if you could stop me,” Ruben quipped, but his speech was slurred, his heart not in it. Shortly after, his breathing slowed considerably, and you knew he was fast asleep. He must’ve been exhausted; he didn’t usually fall asleep so fast.

Happy he was heeding your words, you closed your eyes, determined to follow suit. You imagined sitting by him in the music room, Ruben expertly plucking a melancholy tune from his piano as you drifted off to sleep.

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It’s been way too fucking long since I posted any fanfics, I almost forgot how I even format my own posts >.<

Anyway, more Ruben x Reader fluff in the future.

[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

[ap41cu5]

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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The Evil Within (1&2) Masterlist

Feel free to request things you want to see! No smut/no x reader/no self inserts

Fanfictions: 

Out of the cold | Tumblr Version

My Darling Art. - Joseph/Stefano

TEW Edits:

Leslie StimBoard

Ruvik MoodBoard

Sebastian MoodBoard

Joseb MoodBoard

Sebastian STEM MoodBoard

TEW Bosses MoodBoard

Chapter 12 TEW2 MoodBoard

TEW HCs:

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TEW Agere/Petre Fanfictions: 

N/A

TEW Agere/Petre Edits:

N/A

TEW Agere/Petre HCs:

CG!Sebastian HCs

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[homicidal-mother]

Ruvik and scared S/O

"I Won't Let Them"

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Ruvik Victoriano x GN|Y/N

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Warnings: Violence, Fluff

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He was a deep, dark and broken soul. Someone sadistic and whom could never be mended.

Then there was you- his heart felt the warmest it had in years when he saw little ol' you. How could he not want to simply assure you everything would be alright?

He didn't know why he felt this way or how this happened but he knew he'd never let you go. Till his very last moments he'd never ever let anyone lay a finger on you.

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"Ruvik!!!"

Your screaming shook him to his core, Joseph currently had you cornered. The man was beyond pissed when he discovered your close connection with the deranged killer.

However Ruvik immediately was no longer in the mood for the games he had been playing with Joseph's mind, the moment he saw that you had ended up in danger tangled up in the winding web he created- he lost it.

Like a spider protecting its own personal helpless little fly, he swooped in to the rescue and within mere moments the walls were painted crimson. Your cries made his heart sink and he carefully slipped you into his embrace, your head rested against his cool skin.

"Shh... It's alright."

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You currently were curled up with him in bed, listening to the wailing wind outside. Your hands were clutching onto his arm for dear life, as if you were afraid he may slip away.

"Ruvik... What if someone's tries to take me away...? What if they come for you or-"

You were silenced by a pair of scarred lips meeting your own, after breaking away he uttered softly.

"I won't let them."

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{More Content}

[supervillain-smut]

Ok but- imagine Ruvik with an S/O who is so sweet and tender with him but... Incredibly sadistic towards almost everyone else. They also enjoy toying with people they don't see as worthy of their kindness. HC's maybe? If you don't feel like doing any I just hope you enjoy this random little thought I had! LMAO

Content warning for depictions of violence.

Sebastian had incurred your wrath. Kidman had incurred your wrath. Joseph was just standing there, but somehow you found a way to be nasty toward him. You were vicious in dispatching zombies, curb-stomping, firing a shotgun in their mouth, you laughed at their death, and doing practically nothing to ensure your teammate's survival.

"It's just survival of the fittest, Seb. Not my fault you can't keep up."

To be honest, you were Ruben's biggest threat. You'd sacrifice your team just to get away from him if that's what it took. He had nothing to hold over your head, there was nothing he could make you do that would make you feel awful. He couldn't break you.

When he confronted you on your own, he was quite honestly stunned into silence when you greeted him with a sympathetic smile as you looked at the ground and kicked at it.

"Hi. You must be Ruvik. Or is it Ruben? I don't really know what to call you, I looked through some files. Sorry if that was invasive, I didn't know they were yours at first. Some were Jimenez'. Anyways, I saw somewhere they called you Ruben." He stood there in shock, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes scanning over you for any hidden weapons, some trick or trap, to jarringly find nothing.

"Uhm, hello?" He snapped himself out of it and whispered at first, still trying to process things. "Ruben." When you tilted your head in confusion, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Ruben, my name's Ruben. They called me Ruvik. An experiment. A code name."

"It's nice to meet you, Ruben. Officially, not just believing everything they say about you." You walked forward to shake his hand, and he stepped backward.

"What? Oh, right... The scars. Here, I'll switch hands." He shook his head at your words.

"You're up to something. I've been watching you. All of you. You're particularly cruel compared to them. Why the sudden change in demeanor?"

You chuckled lightly at his words. "I just don't feel like they deserve my kindness. You, on the other hand..." Ruben scoffed. "I don't need your pity."

"Oh, I don't pity you. It's called sympathy. I'm not going to coo over you and tell you what a poor defenseless thing you are, I just feel like you've been punched enough. You don't need me on top of everything else."

Ruben's eyes widened at your statement, letting the silence linger for a little before he walked up to you and offered you his hand. You smiled at him and shook it.

"Now, would you like some help with that Leslie brat everyone's chasing around after?"

[slasherkisss]

Legion (just frank, please), trickster, ruvik and jason voorhees with an s/o who likes to lay their head on the boys' lap for head pats/come their fingers through s/o's hair. S/o also sometimes hums/purrs in content. So happy you're back and feeling better! ❤

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When Their S/O Rests Their Head in Their Laps

Frank Morrison/The Legion

Bastard knows what you want the second your head touches his lap

Teases you about it relentlessly, but does what you want and runs his hand through your hair

He’s rough, but doesn’t mean to be. It’s just how his hands work

If you have long hair, he’s the type of guy to play with the strands between his fingers, curling them and twisting them lazily

If you have short hair or a buzzcut he’s more fond of tracing the back of your neck and running his fingers in an upward motion through your hair

When you start to purr oh my god you won’t hear the end of it

‘Awwww babe! You’re like a kitten.”

Calls you a kitten each time you rest your head in his lap from then on, laughing and teasing about your reactions, but always giving you what you want

Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster

The moment you rest your head on his lap he has the worlds biggest, shit eating grin on his lips

‘Aw, does my darling want some attention from me?’

Actually REALLY GOOD at giving head pets and scratches. Arguably the best out of this lot

He has slender but firm hands. They’re very soft and he loves to just scratch your scalp with his slightly longer nails

Will hum or sing to you as you rest in his lap, looking down and admiring your face as he pets you

Once in a while, to spice things up, he’ll give your hair a hard and teasing pull, just to hear you yelp in surprise. It makes him laugh

He tries to make it up to you by leaning down and kissing your temple, nuzzling his face in your hair before continuing his movements

And then he tugs again and laughs at you when you whine about it

If your hair is too short to tug on he just settles for pulling out the tiny strands once in a while, just one strand at a time, and it’s a bitch to deal with

So like. He’s good at it but is the cost really worth the reward? That’s up to you. 

Ruvik

Confused at first

Like, he knows what you want when you lay down on him but WHY

Probably tries to ignore it at first, but when you squirm and wiggle in his lap he just lets out this long sigh like ‘really?’

He’ll relent after enough bothering, making sure no one or nothing is around in your space before slowly moving his hand down to your hair

He’s slow and methodical in his movements. He seems to know what you like before you even vocalize it

His fingers are long, which makes him great at scalp scratches and massages

Smirks at the little noises of contentment you make, but otherwise doesn’t comment on them as he continues

He  could honestly forget about the time and lose track of his world if he’s with you long enough. If you let him he’ll just pet your head for an eternity. 

Jason Voorhees

Sits absolutely still. He’s like a statue

He won’t know what to do at first and just looks down at your head in his lap

You’ll have to encourage him to touch you or else he’s just going to sit there and stare in confusion

When his hand does descend upon your head, his movements are the most gentle he’s ever given

He slowly gets into it, though. He finds that he loves to play with your hair, rubbing your scalp or dragging his fingers along the strands if it’s long enough

If you have short hair or a buzzcut he just stims and pats at the shorter strands with sensory delight

When he hears you purr he all but loses his mind, you’re too cute and good for him

Is always happy when you rest your head in his lap, his fingers soon learning exactly what to do to make you happy, and it makes him happy!

[rains-rambles]

After I just got into The Evil Within recently during Halloween, I’ve been wanting to see more Ruvik content, so… how about a fluffy one-shot of a gender neutral reader who works in the medical field (doctor, nurse, surgeon, etc) and is in love with Ruvik, and tries to confess?

Hi! Honestly, I completely agree with the fact that we need more Ruben content. With that being said, here you go!

Walking through the halls, they couldn't help but sigh. They had met Ruben before the fire, but when he reached out years later, they couldn't help but take up his offer to live with him. Sue them, nursing school was expensive and they had missed their friend.

Dropping their bag in the hallway, they follow the faint notes of music. Eventually finding him in a secluded room, they can't help but pause and lean up against the doorframe. It's so rare to see him as relaxed as he is while playing piano nowadays, and maybe that's why it tugs on their heart the way it does.

As time had progressed since they had moved in, they couldn't help it when the feeling of friendship changed to a crush and then to love. Seeing him so lost in his own world, relaxed and happy in a way he so rarely is, they can't help but wish that they could see him like this more.

Ruben chuckles as they startle when he speaks up. "You know, sunflower, you don't have to stand in the doorway. Is there something you needed?"

Shaking their head, they wander in and settle down next to him on the piano bench while making sure not to accidentally brush up against his scars and cause him any undue pain. "Not really, just looking for you."

When he laughs, they're struck again by the same heartache from earlier. And that's the last push they need to speak up again. "Ruben, I.... I know this is kind of sudden but I like you. Have for a while actually."

"I get it if you don't feel the same way, just... Please don't hide away? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Their voice quiets, resigned and sad, as they drop their head. But a gentle finger under their chin brings their eyes to meet his own.

Shaking his head, there's a soft smile on his face as he speaks. "And here I was, thinking you only saw me as a friend, dear one. You know, I don't just let anyone come live with me. I've been in love with you for years, sunflower, I was just content to have the ability to keep you close even if I couldn't call you my own."

"Oh." I small chuckle sounds out as they smile at him. "Well then. Ruben Victoriano, would you do me the favor of becoming my boyfriend?"

He leans forward and gently brushes his lips against their own. "As long as you'll do me the favor of becoming my partner."

[seradyn]

I squealed when I saw you like Ruvik cause I am down BAD- idk if you do NSFW stories but I had one in mind but wanted someone else to write it…. Basically reader is pulled into STEM and she’s a little psychotic and actually enjoys all the horrors Ruvik throws at her (lowkey me) to the point of being aroused by it- and being in her head, Ruvik notices this, and has talked with her a bit as she goes through his mind and traps. So eventually he pulls her into his manor to have his own fun with her and decides to chase her himself, finding how much she excites him… and maybe she eventually trips and falls as he’s chasing her and he decides to take her as his own, her saying breathlessly “What are you doing?” And he replies with “Something that we are both craving.” Or something like that. >\\\\\\> a SMUT-

FUCK YES RUVIK STANS RISE UP 👏👏👏👏

I do write NSFW! Even though I am asexual I have no problem writing smut and am totally comfortable with it on a fictional level! (Just look at my Ardyn stuff 😅🙈🙈)

And OOOOOO YOU GOT ME FEELING THINGS AND HAVING IDEAS I LOVE IT!!! Sometimes you have to let yourself be a little sadistic 😇 and I love the idea of reader having fun running through STEM enjoying Ruben’s horrors. Trying to hide it from Seb and the others cause they also don’t want to get mauled by the haunted and then having Ruben there like “….oh….I am going to have some fun with them” EEEEEE I TOTALLY WANT TO WRITE THIS. EVEN THOUGH MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED I MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR YOU

BUT first I NEED to finish the next chapter for my long fic for another game cause people have been waiting on it WAY too long but after that YES. SO MUCH YES 🙌🙌🙌🙌

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

The lads comforting their S/O after experiencing a death in the family

Ruvik: -While usually the cold man he tried his damnedest to help -He remembers what it was like to lose Laura -One of the only times the man is genuinely empathetic -He takes quite the clinical approach to it all

-Will walk his S/O through different processes within the human body if they wish -Explaining things like decomposition, how cremation works or even the process of embalming

-He will do everything in his power to help his S/O with the after death care of their loved one -He just wants them to have a stress free time so they have the space to grieve at their own pace

 Sebastian:

-He’s still struggling with death himself -It’s a subject he has a hard time talking about when it involves someone so close to him

-Despite his struggles he does his best -Does have to take breaks from his S/O to process his own feelings -He’s not the greatest at communicating when he needs a break so it leads to a couple heated conversations -They don’t last too long though -Soon as everything is cleared up its hugs and apologies from both sides

-He will be there for his S/O when they need it most -Especially following the immediate death of their loved one -This man will leave work, he doesn’t care, his S/O needs him now -He’s not the greatest at navigating after death care but he will do his best to help when he can

 Joseph: -Poor man is heartbroken for his S/O -Can’t stand that he can’t just scoop them up and make them feel better -Can honestly be a little much sometimes with just how concerned he is for his S/O

-His S/O is going to have to ask him to give them some space on occasion -He’s so consumed with concern he forgets that boundaries are a thing

-He is pretty adept at after death care, and helping his S/O make any decisions they may need to -He has a knack for explaining jargon in simpler terms so he is more than happy to help his S/O understand anything they may have questions on -Joseph wants to make sure his S/O has the least amount of stress possible so he steps in to make sure they, and even their family are fed -He knows cooking can be a difficult task with so much to do so he takes it upon himself to make sure there are casseroles and other dishes to eat

[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.

[victorianoruben]

Unstoppable Desire

Pairing: Ruvik X F!Reader

Warning: Masturbation, Dirty Imaginations

Summary: Ruben caught himself of having fantasies of Y/N and him in his head which lead him to an unknown feeling.

Words: 1,600

Note: Beta-read by @bruhvik​

"You can be such a lovely person, Ruben, you just haven’t realized it yet"

This made him shake his head with a chuckle, "Oh (Y/N), I don't know if you're either blind or just in love with a monster, my dear."

When he saw her reaching her arms out for him, offering a hug, he widened his eyes in surprise. But who would he be if it weren’t for accepting this offer

Ruben graved for affection and acceptance all his life. It had been years since he felt so close to someone, his sister. When she brushed her warm hand over his naked back which just got free of his bandages, he took a deep breath, leaning into her touch completely; enjoying this moment.

He felt his heartbeat starting to rise rapidly. This feeling wasn't familiar for him.

"Relax, it's okey. Stop judging your appearance all over again", she looked up at him when she let him go of their hug. How she expected, he looked in another direction with squinted eyes. She bit her bottom lip and it made her sigh, "No - no, I know that expression! I know what's going on in your mind again. Listen to me just for once!"

The scarred man rolled his eyes and felt his cheeks starting to heat up when looking at her. Oh how much he hated how submissive, innocent and shy he may look there. This isn't his personality and nature. He pressed his lips a bit together and finally glanced over her.

"I know it's because of your scars again. That you might think I would find you ugly and hide this opinion. I still have no freaking idea how you would come up with that thought again. How many times do I need to prove you the opposite of it? Your scars can tell the story by  themselves and they make your personality and view so much stronger. You're unique in your own way! When I first met you, I already was fascinated by your presence ... and I thought", she took a breath with a smirk, "Phew, that guy is so sexy, damn! And I-"

Ruben shrugged out of his daydream and rubbed his forehead while groaning. By sliding down his blanket, he noticed sweat drops on his body. It felt like he was just sitting in a whirlpool or sauna.

He was such a dumb fool. What was he even thinking? Despite the fact that Y/N would never just spit out so many compliments and fall into his arms so suddenly. She wasn't that type of person, way too stubborn as well. Also, he  wasn’t the person who would melt so quickly for a woman. There was just one girl whom he fully trusted and who understood him: Laura. Any girl could just try to get him around her fingers and he wouldn't allow that. But when he remembered the time he spent together with Y/N, he kind of felt safe and calm in her presence. Not at their first meeting but after some small-talks, her offer to help him, he started to trust her a bit more. He hated to admit but she actually brightened his day sometimes. She had such a caring heart when it came to ’his’ patients or listening to Ruben whenever he had a bad day, raging about mistakes in the machine. But he still didn't tell her his full past yet. It was still way too private to just tell her all the informations. Deep down in his heart, he was always looking forward to the next day to meet her in his laboratory. It never seemed like his appearance bothered her or that she judged him ... well except at their first meeting when she saw his experiments.  Neither of them could have imagined becoming 'friends' one day ....

Ruben tried to relax again and close his eyes but the thoughts and daydreams hit him like a brick. In front of him, he saw her admirable body and imagined the smell of her favorite perfume.

He leaned his head back on his bed and moved his hands over his chest, down to his stomach,  to the area where he didn't have any burns. At least he was able to feel a bit but the building heat in him was way stronger anyways. The thought of her fingers stroking slightly over his skin was enough for him.

"You really want me to prove it, don't you?", she whispered in his ear, "I know that you have something in your mind right now. Tell me ... what do you want to do with me really?"

She kissed him gently and slowly on his rough lips while traveling with her fingers over his chest.

"I've never seen you so nervous before, Ruben. This intelligent scientist really does have a soft heart deep down but he doesn't like to admit it. But he also hates to get submissive all out of a sudden, am I right?

What has gotten into you?"

When he caught himself letting out a quiet but noticeable moan, he opened his eyes.

How could he be so sensitive already?

Was he graving that badly to get touched and admired?

But that didn't matter to him for that moment anymore, the wave of heat was starting to take control over him.

He imagined how he’d quickly bend her into the bed to show his true nature. His ego  wouldn’t allow to represent him like a whiney puppy graving for her attention.

"Oh my dear, be careful, you seem of not knowing what's going on in my mind. You really thought I would literally cry and beg for you to touch me? Just because I haven’t touched anyone yet? You've thought that, haven’t you?", he sounded like he was almost out of breath just due to his adrenaline.

He stroked her thighs playfully, his grip went more firm after seconds. Ruben watched her closing her eyes in pleasure with an opened mouth.

"I asked you something, sunflower!", he  moved dangerously to her private parts.

" - I'm sorry - No, I didn’t think that. Really!", she almost whimpered desperately because of getting touched.

Ruben felt how his distressed pants got more and more thight. He rarely had the need of pleasuring himself if at all. This time he couldn't hold himself back., He slowly stroked himself, hand disappearing in his pants, taking his rough textured pen*s out of it. He gave it a few strokes on the shaft; one of the only parts left on his body which weren't totally numb. Oh, and how sensitive he was there!

"You're lying to me", he shook his head in amusement and drew circles over your now exposed panties, "You really dare to lie to me though you know that I can read expressions almost perfectly?"

"I - I just wanted to make you feel good and -"

He bent down to her and gave her a kiss on her lips with a chuckle, "Oh, I know that very well."

Ruben stroke up from the base of his cock, which was covered with some veins, with a tighter grip down to his tip. When he focused on the soft tip, he went a bit gentle and teased it with one finger.

His imagination skipped a bit forward, leaving out the foreplay.

„Are you sure you wanna do this now, princess?", he stared down at her in a missionary pose. He already lined up his cock to her entrance and teased her hole with it.

"With you, absolutely! Just stop the tease now, ... please!", she took a deep breath and looked at him when he entered her slowly.

He took his average sized member entirely in his hand, pretending like it would be in her slit. Ruben pumped it with smooth movements and he let out some moans here and there.

He was alone in his huge mansion anyways. The full moon did shine straight through his window down to his bed as if he  was in spotlight. Everything was playing around him and about his pleasure right now.

Ruben was fully concentrating on pictures of a naked Y/N, whom he owned in his act. How she would praise his name all over again, filling him with deep kisses , changing positions to experiment of getting deeper.

By speeding up the pace and tightening his grip, he felt how something was building up in his lower regions.

He breathleassy slipped out her name by accident (which he would be truly ashamed of later).

To reach his orgasm, he played with his tip, this time using his other hand. It didn't take him much to release his seed on his pants. It was more than he ever released before, during his previous sessions where he didn't have any naughty fantasies about a specific person.

The afterwave took his sharp eyesight for a while. He couldn’t control his breath, nor his awareness. It didn’t take him much to pass out. He did build way too much adrenaline which his body couldn’t handle very well. He was literally on his limits with his body. Being so exhausted, he didn’t have the time to think and reflect on his sinful thoughts. So, with shaking hands, he slipped out of his dirty pants and threw it on the floor before closing his eyes to fall asleep immediately

[another-bryk-in-the-wall]

Test Subject 1 (Ruvik x f!reader)

Author’s note: what’s up party people i am back with some smut. pls enjoy and responsible for this idea are @victorianoruben Fox & Julie. love ya thotties <3

Warnings: smut. medical kink. pure smut.

“You are mine to do with as I please.”, his words clung to her ears, squeezing into her ear canal, but her brain couldn’t get what he meant. Or if he really meant it. To do with as he pleases...and what’s stopping him? She gave him her okay after all.

Ruben trailed his fingers down her sides, leaving goosebumps behind as he remembered every reaction, every little twitch of her muscles. He’d note those things down later on. For science, of course. “You see”, his rough voice filled the otherwise empty room, “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to...study you.” She nodded under the restraints he had put on her body, keeping her tight and secure on his table. “So far, I have only had the chance of learning about orgasms in female bodies via books. Never bothered with porn - it’s faked anywas.”, Ruben hummed as he took a step away from her, his eyes still fixed on her. “But you won’t fake anything for me, will you?”

Oh no. She’d never fake anything in front of him. Ruben read her like a book, and lie would never stay hidden for too long. And if there is something Ruben didn’t like then it was liars.

“Good girl.”, Ruben smiled down to her before he turned around to search for whatever medical instrument he wanted to test out on her. Oh please, don’t give me a pap smear, she thought to herself, couldn’t contain the chuckle. This drew Ruben’s attention back to her, “What’s so funny, dearest?”

“I just thought how you could give me a pap smear right now. If you do THAT, I will marry you just to divorce you on the spot!”, she laughed, and Ruben couldn’t contain a smile. “That’s something I like about you, my dearest. You always see the funnier parts in life!” But the laughter got stuck in her throat once she saw what Ruben had planned for her.

The table next to her was covered with several medical objects, and for a moment, the anxiety one had before the dentist crept up her throat. Ruben turned to her, “I won’t restrain your mouth. Remember the safe word?” “Jimenez!” “Good. That word kills all the vibes.” “You are a dick.”

Ruben chuckled as he grabbed the first object of the hopefully long evening. It was a small vibrator, small enough that it fit in Ruben’s fist. She looked up from the restraints a bit, curious what’s going to happen next. Ruben turned it on, making sure it was working as intended. After confirming its ability to work, Ruben slowly placed it against the inside of her thighs. The vibrations weren’t too powerful, but good enough to already draw a response from her mouth. “Ruben!”, she gasped out, the anticipation increasing her excitement, clearly evident for Ruben as he watched her become wetter and wetter.

“Subject 1 has been restricted for a few minutes by now. Upon realising what was about to happen to her, an increased blood flow towards her genital area was detected. The next test will show if the detected blood flow was right and how it could be used to my advantage.”, Ruben spoke into his voice recorder.

When he put the recorder away, she was even wetter than before. Kind of embarrassed but too turned on to care too much about it. Ruben hummed at the sight, pulling the vibrator away from her inner thighs. Instead, he moved his hands to her pussy, gently spreading her lips. “Good…”, he whispered against the soaking folds as he grabbed the voice recorder again.

“Subject 1 has increased vaginal discharge, a clear sign that her body is preparing itself for intercourse. Blood flow is steady, heart beat has gone up since the vibrator had been added to her inner thighs. It has been removed since then to prolong the so-called ‘foreplay’, which leads to increased vagina discharge and easier intercourse. This is a logical reflex by the female body to prepare itself for the male orgasm and receiving the males sperm in hope of impregnation.”, he stopped the recording once more, his focus back on her.

She was smiling up to Ruben, her cheeks hot and warm, “If that’s your way of dirty talk, then holy shit, count me in!”, she laughed and Ruben gave her a playful slap on the thigh. “Come on, dearest. I know you like it!” “Oh, I surely do!”

Ruben hummed as he placed the vibe against her clit. Due to her arousal, the hood of the clit had lifted itself a little bit, exposing the nub of pleasure to his experiments. A loud moan spilled from her lips, her hips bucking ever so slightly under the restraints. “Ruben!”, she moaned, eyes closed as Ruben grinned. Just how he liked it…

In addition to the vibrator, Ruben had put on a pair of gloves. Simply to give things a more realistic sense… He pressed two fingers against her entrance, pushing in ever so slightly. Under his touch she went wild, moving left and right just to get more, and to get him deeper.

With his knowledge of thousands of books, Ruben knew what to do. Instead of mindless in and out, he started to move his two fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, massaging her g-spot with his latex covered fingers. Thanks to earlier anticipation (she had rubbed her thighs together the whole day long, slick covered thighs betraying her calm demander) and Ruben’s great understanding of her body, her orgasm came crashing down on her.

Twitching and contracting around him, more fluids gushing out of her. Ruben removed his fingers as he watched her cum around nothing, whining at the loss of friction and fullness inside of her. With a smirk, he grabbed his recorder again.

“Subject 1’s first orgasm was a success. In a record time, she came thanks to both internal and outside stimulation in a timeframe previously unreached. The female orgasm has its biological origin as a way to get the semen deeper inside of the vagina and uterus, making impregnation more likely. I supposed it is now time for a field test.”

Ruben turned off the recorder. By now, she had calmed down. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing uneven, but for God’s sake, wasn’t she the most beautiful being in this whole world? “Hey”, Ruben placed his hand on her thigh, making her open his eyes, “Can you go another round or should we stop?”

She thought for a second, then her eyes widened. “Let’s continue! Let’s do that field test you spoke of!”, she giggled much to Ruben’s delight. With a quick movement, he took off his soaked gloves and unbuttoned his pants. While he had been focused on her needs and release, he couldn’t deny that his pants had become uncomfortably tight. Now it’s time for his sweet release!

Thanks to all the wetness from her previous orgasm, it was an easy mission to get inside of her. In one thrust, Ruben buried himself inside of her. Both groaned softly as Ruben held onto her hips, holding on for his dear life. She was even tighter and wetter than he remembered. “Fuck, you feel so good.”, he smirked as he started to move. Not forgetting all of his research, he used one of his hands to rub over her clit, reaching the point of near overstimulation for her.

Moans, groans, soft pants filled the room as the two fell into their own world, filled with nothing but pleasure. Both were so stimulated, their orgasms weren’t too far away once more. At first, she came again. The afterwaves from her previous orgasm carried her to another peak as she came around Ruben’s cock, squeezing and milking him of everything he had. Ruben followed her suit, painting her insides white as his own orgasm made him still in his movements.

“Subject 1 has been of great help in field research.”, Ruben breathed into his recorder once he caught air again. “Always obeying to commands and orders given to her. The field research has been a great success and will be repeated in the near future.”

[victorianoruvik]

Ruvik headcanons during sex

Ruvik Sex Headcanons

- He will be a little bit unsure in the first minutes. Ruvik did never feel the need for sexual pleasure with others.

- Why should he in the first place? He never had any close friends or a lover. He didn't even know how it felt like having a bulge in his tight pants.

- There are more important things in life than sex. So concluded of all, he is a virgin. Yes ... but not an innocent and shy man during his first time! Don't expect too much vanilla!

- The kiss grows more intense. With a racing heart you lie over Ruvik and grapped with one hand his chest and the other the white bedsheet. Your pelvis presses against his and you can feel how his normal cold body temperature has risen rapidly. You feel something pulsing in his pants. The situation gets a little uncomfortable for him, he feels a desire for something which he has never worried about.

"(Y/N) ... I- ... have never felt like this before. I apologize for my pathetic behavior", he gasps after he openend his eyes and stares at you.

- After getting him more comfortable to this situation and the feeling, he goes quickly from 0 -100! This man knows what he is doing, he studied the human body long enough for years.

- Ruben takes your wrists and pushes you into the bedsheet. Still pressing your hands, he licks with his smooth wet tongue over your stomach up to your still covered breasts.

- He looks at your shocked state, smirking: "This might be my first sexual experience but that doesn't mean that I will be the submissive one. Did you really think that? Hm ... my darling, you should know my personality better. It seems like I need to show you that once again!"

- His possessive nature you used to know were all there again!

- Ruben wants to study your body so badly, so he doesn't mind about quickly pulling your panties down and gets down between your legs with his hand. Before entering two finger in you, he strokes over your cliritos in slow movements. He wants to know all your special pleasuring spots, so it takes a while until he was done with you.

- After all that, he lets you laying on him again, guides your small hand to his crotch. You hesitate first because you are afraid of hurting him. There are many burned scars and flesh under his stomach. But the tall man doesn't seem to care much about it. He doesn't feel his physical pain that much anymore.

- Since his pants are unzipped as always and he cleary doesn't wear underwear, you reach for his manhood in his pants and just pull it carefully out.

- Ruvik catches you staring at his length: "It seems like you really like what you see also if it has some marks on it. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt me in your soft hands. Keep going!"

- When you begin stroking him, he rolls his head back, eyes closed and tries not to let out a moan. He might be not the biggest fan of being the sub at this moment but getting pleasured by you and commanding you, is a thing for him.

- He doesn't want to cum yet so he rapidly takes your hands away and pushes you off him. The young man lays behind you and holds your leg up and lead his penis to your crotch, rubbing against it.

- "You're so damn wet, my dear ... You really need me, don't you?.... Then beg for it! I will make you moan and scream my name for me!"

- He will tease you like no other would do! You really need to beg for him like a lot!

He spoke calmly but intimidating: "Oh ... there is no turning back once you've awoken this beast down there!"

- I headcanon that missionary is one of his favorite positions! He can see your exhausted facial expression which gets him even more hot and motivated. But he also loves switching positions in he middle of the action.

- Ruvik will leave his seed inside of you, he enjoys the feeling of your mixed juices

(Photo took with SFM, Photoshop & Lightroom!)

(Please correct my grammar! English isn't my native language, thank you, my sunflowers❤)