#stefano valentini fanfiction

[detectivesebcas]

White Noise (Preview)

As a homicide detective for KCPD Sebastian has seen more than a few suspicious deaths, but there’s something especially nefarious about his latest string of cases.  As one crime scene leads to another, Sebastian and his partner Joseph are forced to question everything they know about Krimson City, the police department, and even themselves.  Something is very wrong in the city they’ve sworn to protect, and the key to the whole case just might be one mysterious artist.

[Police drama/psychological thriller about our favorite pair of detectives and their unlikely artist companion.  This story will deal heavily with themes of suicide, trauma, and mental illness and will include eventual romance between Sebastian and Stefano.]

Preview below.   I expect to post the first chapter on AO3 on November 18th.

“Don’t come any closer!”

The man’s words are almost lost in the howling wind and the darkness.  The sky is black above them, and the water is black below them, and the lights of Krimson City might as well be miles away.

Sebastian throws his hands up, palms facing forward.  “I won’t!” he shouts back.  “Just don’t move.”

He wants to glance over his shoulder, but his eyes are locked on the man in front of him.   He’s young, maybe in his mid-twenties, with wild dark hair and heavy scarring on one side of his face.  Even as Sebastian watches, he turns his gaze back down to the water under the bridge.

“Hey!” Sebastian calls out, loud enough to get the man’s attention again, but hopefully not loud enough to startle him into giving up his tenuous grasp on life.

The man’s head whips around, and his one visible eye meets Sebastian’s.  In that moment he looks afraid.

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asks.

He’s pretty sure he’s supposed to establish some kind of rapport, as absurd as that seems in this situation, but he’s also painfully aware that he’s not qualified for this.  When the call came out, he was the only detective anywhere nearby.  He’s got two patrol units blocking traffic on either end of the bridge and a trained negotiator on the way, but the look in this man’s eye says there’s not going to be time for that.

The man shakes his head.  “Just let me go,” he calls back.  “Let me slip beneath the waves.”

“That’s not how it works,” Sebastian calls back.  “We’re a hundred feet in the air.   It’s like hitting concrete!”

Maybe it’s the wrong thing to say, but it’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth, and it’s true.  A look of surprise flashes across the man’s face, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Look,” Sebastian says, taking a deep breath and trying to collect his thoughts to find the right words for this situation.  “I’m Sebastian, and I want to help you-”

“It’s your job to help me,” the man snaps.

“It’s my job to investigate murders,” Sebastian says reflexively, “but I also really don’t want you to jump off this bridge.”

There’s something on the man’s face then- almost a thoughtful look- and Sebastian wonders if he’s making some headway.

“Can I come a little closer?” Sebastian asks.  “You know, so we don’t have to yell?”

The man seems to consider for a moment, then slowly nods.  He keeps his gaze locked on Sebastian, as Sebastian steadily moves forward, hands still held in the air.

“Stop,” he says suddenly when Sebastian is about six feet away from  him, and Sebastian stops, letting his breath out in one long, slow exhale.  His heart is pounding so hard that the sound of the blood rushing in his ears almost drowns out the wind.

“Are you from Krimson City?” Sebastian asks, stalling for time as he gauges the distance between them.  He’s still not close enough to make a move.  If the man lets go, he’ll fall faster than Sebastian can grab hold of him and pull him back over the railing.

“No,” the man replies, “from Florence.”

Now that they’re a little closer and he can hear him better, Sebastian can detect the man’s accent.  He’s still looking at Sebastian, eye wild and hair swept up in the wind.  Florence seems like such an exotic, interesting place compared to Krimson City that Sebastian has to ask, “How’d you end up here?”

There’s a tiny hint of a smile on the man’s face.  “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Sebastian says.  He can feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth until the man’s next words make his blood run cold.

“I don’t.”

He turns his head to look down at the water again, and Sebastian can see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Wait!” he calls out, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to spring forward.

The man slowly turns back toward him, and this time his eye is cold and his face is expressionless.

“You will remember in time,” he says.  “I can show you.”

Sebastian opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but his eyes snap down to the man’s hands, which are spasming on the railing of the bridge, clenched tight one moment and almost slack the next.

He’s out of time.

He lunges forward, hurling himself against the railing so hard he’s in danger of flying over himself, but he wraps his arms around the man’s chest, hauling him back over the railing and onto the bridge where they collapse in a heap on the ground, panting and shaking.

He holds the man firmly against his chest.

“Stefano.”

“What?” Sebastian says, his brain struggling to process what the man is saying.

“My name is Stefano.”

#the evil within 2 #sebastian castellanos #stefano valentini #steseb #fanfiction #tw suicide attempt #white noise fanfic

[artisticdemon]

@quietest-rebellion You are one of the BEST Stefano Valentini fanfic writers on the Internet! "His Last Masterpiece" is so fucking good!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14198460/chapters/32729427

Everyone please go read it now!

#stefano valentini #the evil within 2 #stefano valentini x reader #fanfiction

[shikix]

“Let me see”

#stefano valentini #sebastian castellanos #steseb #caring #soft #I wanted to make this long time ago #always love how sebastian act with him #well of course in fanfictions #and how stefano can't handle it #showing his weakspot #ah

[skywardsister]

TEW2 Fanfic: The Art of Survival

After discovering The Evil Within 2, I wondered- how different would things be had Stefano been a regular-ish citizen of Union? This is that idea! The Evil Within 2 is property of Bethesday Softworks, the story is mine (please don’t use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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People lurched down the street, their skin bruised like that of softened fruit in a still-life. Just like that, Union was no longer the picturesque suburban landscape Mobius had initially designed it to be. Stefano’s chest swelled at the sight.

Back when the artist agreed to become a citizen of Mobius’s simulated town, it served as a haven; no financial burdens weighing him down meant all the time in the world to work on his craft in peace. As time drew on, however, Stefano grew rather bored with his existence there. It was too nice. Too quiet. He lacked a proper muse so his work refused to take shape.

Now, as the gruesome figures that were once the artist’s neighbors burst from their front doors and staggered over curbs and cracked pavement, Stefano’s pulse quickened. Nabbing his camera, he took to the streets to observe them and sate his morbid curiosity.

A putrid odor permeated the air that would have crinkled the man’s nose if he wasn’t so distracted. Stefano snapped a myriad of photos, never straying too close to the road for his own safety. Had he been armed, the artist would have drawn nearer in a heartbeat; an old canvas knife was too blunt to deal any real damage, though.

Stefano lowered his camera and turned when he heard something rustling in a nearby row of hedges but his reaction was too slow for his own good; one of the zombie-like figures charged him and knocked him to the ground. The flash of the handheld device in his hands didn’t deter the monster in the slightest as it wrestled to pummel him. As the monster reared up to slam down with both of its fists, a bang rang out and something skewered clean through its body, causing it to slump to the side. The precision of the shot was artful. Stefano scrambled away from the body still clutching his camera.

“Hey, are you alright?” A stranger approached holding a shotgun. This man looked to be in his late thirties with a strong physique and a rugged countenance. He had a handgun holstered on his left side and a hunting knife strapped to his right, possibly even more fire power against his back. No uniform, just street clothes, which meant he wasn’t a member of Mobius. With a firm grip, he helped hoist the artist to his feet. “These things can pack a punch.”

“I’m fine,” Stefano answered as he regained his footing. Blood now stained his suit jacket but it at least wasn’t his own. “You’ve got quite the aim. I’m Stefano Valentini.”

“Sebastian,” responded the stranger. “And thanks. It took a lot of uh… experience.”

Sebastian whipped around and shot another shambling figure easily as if his gun was an extension of himself. All of his motions were calculated and swift. Simply watching him work brought a smile to Stefano’s face. He hoped to see more of such mastery.

“Look, you can’t stay out here. I can’t promise things won’t get much worse,” Sebastian said with a grim expression. “But I can try to get you to a safehouse. There’s one two blocks over.”

“Safehouse?” Stefano repeated the word. “Do you really think that anywhere in Union is safe right now?”

That question gave Sebastian pause. No matter how much he wanted to say yes, he knew he could never be sure. Even with his police training, he’d never let his guard down; he couldn’t imagine being an average citizen with no formal training for a situation as dire and strange as this one. He certainly didn’t trust Mobius to install effective safety precautions in this version of STEM, either. Sebastian sighed. A quick flash of light startled him; the photographer was back to snapping pictures despite everything.  Sebastian reached out and forced Stefano to lower the camera, somewhat yanking the other man down in the process.

“Stop that,” Sebastian hissed, receiving a dirty look in exchange. “The last thing we need is to draw more attention to ourselves. Now stay close- I still think the safehouse is worth a try.” Stefano scowled in response and held his camera close to his chest but didn’t protest further.

Together, the men stuck to the shadows sneaking from house to house, stopping every now and then to listen carefully and watch for approaching monsters. Stefano lagged behind a few times and watched the chaos with a fascination Sebastian could never understand; thankfully, it didn’t slow their progress too much. Sebastian found himself giving backwards glances to ensure Stefano was still within reach sometimes, and blocking him with an arm at other points to stop him short of stepping between a pair of figures tearing away at a body with their bare hands.

It took a tense few more minutes of crouching in bushes and sprinting at top speed for a dingy metal shack to come into view.

“That can’t be it,” the artist gawked at the pitiful-looking structure. Aside from a sloppily spray-painted Mobius logo on its door, it could have simply been someone’s utility shed. Stefano assumed he would have been safer just staying in his house in the first place than trying his luck here. Sebastian practically half-dragged him by the sleeve the rest of the distance to the shack.

“If people can become monsters, maybe shacks can be fortresses,” Sebastian shrugged as he reached forward and pulled open the front door for his companion. The interior was dimly lit by a bare hanging lightbulb which illuminated some dusty boxes and a desk with a Mobius computer. Thin sheets of metal lined the walls and roof, although they probably weren’t reinforcing anything. “I can’t claim to know how things work in Union, but they don’t always work the way you’d expect.”

Stefano’s shoulders drooped and he hesitated to cross the threshold. Even if this flimsy building could keep its occupants out of harms way, it felt wrong to depart from Sebastian’s side so soon. His chest brimmed with the certainty that there was nobody else in all of Union as prepped to survive this ordeal as Sebastian was.  How long would Stefano be stranded here waiting for the chaos to clear out? Would supplies last until then?

“I’ll check back soon,” Sebastian said, causing the artist to look at him again. It was as if they’d been having the same thought. Stefano nodded without putting his lingering doubts to words. He shook his head and corrected his souring expression.

“You better,” Stefano flashed a smile at the other man before stepping forward and finally allowing the door to close behind him, separating them.

#fanfic #fanfiction #tew #tew2 #tew2 stefano #stefano valentini #sebastian castellanos #the evil within

[sugatrapp]

「 Don't They? 」

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Pairings: Stefano Valentini x Female Reader

Summary: Most days, it seemed like Stefano cared more about his art than her. She was fed up and was prepared to leave. Of course, he wouldn’t allow her to leave so easily. 

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual themes ~ Toxic relationship ~ Unnamed female reader ~ Tentacles ~ Dubious consent ~ Bondage 

A/N: This was supposed to be a piece for Kinktober, but school had other plans. Can’t believe November is already well on its way to being over 🫠 Anyways, enjoy! 💜 

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“I’m leaving.” 

Blunt and to the point. The words echoed over the sea of tables piled high with paints, tools, and half-finished works. His form hovered over an easel, canvas splotched with dark reds and blacks. The brush between his fingers clattered as he dropped it in a bucket of cleaning solution, yet his back continued to face her. 

“We’ve talked about this, love—“ 

She interrupted, “Well this’ll be the last time you hear it.” 

He huffed, swiveling on his heels to humor her. The moment he saw the suitcase, a noticeable tension dampened the mood of the room. Frown fixed upon his lips, he took slow steps toward her. An unsettling flutter settled in her stomach, but she maintained eye contact, bringing herself to full height. 

“And where will you go? How will you support yourself?” 

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern anymore,” she sassed. 

Soon, he was mere inches away from her face, now glaring.  

“No.” 

She rose an eyebrow. 

“It wasn’t a question.” 

“I’m telling you you’re not going anywhere.” 

“Too bad you can’t stop me. Just thought I’d be decent enough to tell you to your face.” 

He clenched his fists at his sides as she dared to turn away from him. A mumbled series of words left his mouth. Before she could process them, the ground rumbled beneath her feet and the back wall of the studio exploded, debris flung into the void. The Aperture floated into view, its sight locked on her. Tendrils stretched out from it on all sides before abruptly rushing to her position. She just barely managed to dodge them, abandoning her suitcase in the process.  

“What the hell Stefano!” She yelled, sliding under a table as a nearby one was crushed to bits. She crawled out from the other side, making a mad dash for the exit. Her heartbeat filled her ears and thoughts of death swarmed her mind. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her?  

Her evasion only fueled his anger, attacks becoming more frequent yet sloppy. The door was in her reach. She could almost taste normalcy, the promise for a fresh start in the city where she could blend in, see new sights and work on herself. It was beautiful. And in that split second of bliss, he had teleported in front of the door, a toothy grin on his face. 

“Going somewhere?” 

She screeched to a halt and stumbled back, right into the grasp of Aperture. Crimson strands tangled around her limbs within seconds. A fruitless struggle ensued as her feet left the ground. Only when they grew tighter did she accept her fate. The heels of his shoes clicked as he strolled over. 

“After everything we’ve been through…” 

He reached up to touch her cheek, but she flinched away before his fingers made contact. His hand returned to his side with a sigh, thinking she’d imagined the glimpse of hurt behind his eyes. 

“Why?” 

“You know why.” 

It’d only been a year since his art gained traction in the mainstream. After years of working freelance in photography and having multiple rejections, he’d finally found a break when a private collector decided to take a chance on his gore inspired paintings. Word of mouth led to many painting and sculpture commissions alike. Money seemed bottomless and the fame wasn’t half bad either. His dream had finally come true like she always knew it would. 

The problems began soon after. Nothing came before work. Dates were cancelled last minute, excuses were made, her feelings were discarded. Everything was about his art.  

It’s only temporary, my love. I could never be too busy for you. 

We are this close to living the life we’ve always wanted. I just need a little more time. 

Please be patient with me. 

It had been months and nothing changed. She stood by his side since the beginning and this was the thanks she got? Being held hostage? 

“I just need more time,” he whispered, a broken record. His hand was back on her body, trailing down her abdomen. 

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she pleaded. Her words went in one ear and out the other as he grew closer and closer to the place she didn’t want. The leather of his glove met her bare skin, sliding underneath her panties to stroke her bundle of nerves. Her eyes closed despite herself, the rough texture expediting the growing heat in her belly. 

“Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I will let you leave.” 

She wanted to scream, ask where he’d gotten the gall to assume she’d stay after everything he’d done. As he continued to toy with her, however, a hunch told her nothing close to what she was thinking would leave her mouth. Though, she made an attempt. 

“I-I don’t—“ 

The tentacle around her throat tightened, cutting her off. At the same time, Stefano slipped two fingers inside and forced a choked moan from her. She squeezed the digits as he set a steady pace, hating the way his expression filled with smug delight.  

“You could never leave me,” he stated, his free hand coming up to squeeze her breast. She hissed when he pinched her nipple through her bra hard enough to bruise.  

“S-So you think,” she managed to get out, struggling against her captors. In that moment, she’d never felt smaller. “I don’t even know you anymore.” 

For a split second, it seemed like she finally got through to him. Those calculating eyes softened around the edges, revealing the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. The man who was an open book and a willing ear. The man whose presence gave her warmth and an abundance of belonging. The man who could capture the unlikely beauties of the world with precision. He’d seemed too good to be true—soft spoken and careful—a far cry from the guys she dated in the past.  

“Perhaps you’ve never known me at all,” he zoned out, staring off into the distance. How had things gone so wrong and so fast? But her initial glint of hope faded away as he steeled himself, the wall building back up.  

“Stefano…” 

His lips suddenly pressed against hers in a rough kiss. Her vision grew misty at the sensation, like two star-crossed lovers finally overcame the oceans separating them only to realize there was nothing. No sparks, no reasons to continue loving. Despite it, she tried to match his urgency, expecting with each brush of their tongues that everything would work itself out like before. Her fingers twitched out of habit, wanting to card through his hair and see that blissful smile that never failed to light a torch in her heart. 

But Aperture refused to give. More tentacles trickled down to meet her, the moist appendages slithering beneath her clothes and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They were reduced to scraps littering the floor.  

A hammock like structure formed under her, hips rising involuntarily to meet his. She begged him to stop the madness and accept that there was nothing left between them. Not to mention it wasn’t fair. But she was met with deaf ears as he unzipped his slacks and pushed them down just enough to release his hard cock. 

All she could do was watch him line himself up with her entrance, plunging achingly slow into her depths. She exhaled a shaky breath when he settled against the sensitive patch of tissue lining her walls. He tossed his head back and she hated that he still had an effect on her body. Each thrust grew easier to make, a thin layer of her essence coating his skin and glistening in Aperture’s light. 

He pushed her thighs closer to her chest and the tendrils readjusted to hold her open. She jolted as he went impossibly deeper. A twinge emerged but he didn’t stop, instead picking up the pace. 

“Good girl, take all of me,” he groaned. 

Her earlier resistance was flung out the window as a series of moans slipped through her lips and refused to stop. They grew in volume the harder he pounded into her, too far gone for embarrassment to set in at their lewdness. For a moment, her rational side spoke above the fog of lust, telling her this was exactly what he wanted. He’d never let her go and she be trapped in an endless loop of unhappiness. Their time together was over, the situation only prolonging the inevitable. But a glance down at her body webbed with tentacles—one on a path toward her parted lips—pacified any further attempts at disobedience. She allowed its slickness to wander over her tongue and down her throat, gagging as it mirrored its master’s thrusting at a slower speed. 

Stefano fixed his eyes on the sight of her throat rising and falling, cock throbbing dangerously. The combined visuals and sensations of her tight, warm tunnels squeezing him for dear life sent him over the edge. His rhythm broke, shuddering and grasping for purchase on her waist while sheathing himself fully. He growled a curse as spurt after spurt of cum filled her to the brim. The ringing in his ears seemed never ending. After the room came back into focus, he brushed the strands of hair from his right eye. A bluish glow and a whir emitted from it.  

Her whine muffled, she could almost feel the heat of his stare as he filmed between her legs, an unbearable emptiness setting in as he pulled out. She felt the ticklish caress of his seed trickling down her labia, leaving her longing for its blanket. He collected some on his fingertips, forcing it back in with a loud squelching sound. 

The tendril left her mouth, the saliva coated digit coming to stroke her clit in small, firm circles. The noises she made grew more pitiful and desperate, legs trembling in a fight to snap closed. 

“Right there, darling?” 

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.  

It didn’t take long before her orgasm rocked her body, her back arching as much as the tentacles would allow. He caressed her thigh through it with a tenderness miles away from his earlier roughness.  

“I’m going to ruin you,” he rose to his feet and called out to the eye. It turned her around, her back facing him. She hung her head, a testament to the building shame breaching the surface, watching their cum flow out of her in a steady stream. His knees locked, the head of his cock parting her folds. She jolted as he thrusted against her still sensitive clit. “No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I can.” 

As he seated himself inside her again, she couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine having nothing to do with the current situation. She had an inkling that his words would hold true. 

#sugatrapp #female reader #reader insert #the evil within 2 #stefano valentini x reader #aperture #fanfiction #n s f w 🤫 #kinktober #tentacles

[artboitrash]

His Bloody Rose (Stefano Valentini fanfiction) Chapter 8 - Reward (Smut)

He looked almost like an angel, with his smile and perfectly carved face. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight of him. The notion was almost laughable, since he was a serial murderer that tortured people to death, but he was gorgeous. I blinked at him, trying to compute why he was laying before me like this.

I hesitantly walked towards the bed, carefully walking forwards. He noticed, his eyes almost lighting up.

"Have you ever had sex, my dear?" he questioned, his smile turning sly.

I let my mouth open, initially to say no. Then I backed up a few steps, feeling my stomach turn. I saw him sit up on his spot on the bed, my reaction confusing him.

"Not... Not willingly."

He sat up completely. And he frowned.

"That is unacceptable." His voice was low, but I could hear the tension in it, ready to snap in rage.

I looked up. "Oh, s-sorry, I--"

"Come to me, I'll show you how a real gentleman treats a lady."

I blinked, letting myself process what he said. "Wh..." I swallowed, holding my tongue.

He continued to frown, but lifted his hand and gestured for me to come to him with his finger. I found myself walking forward. When I got to the bed he grabbed my hands and helped me crawl onto the bed over him. He had me hover over his lap, knees on either side of his hips. My stomach twisted, and I felt heat fill my face.

"I-I'm sorry if I'm not good at this."

"Then let me teach you." he whispered in my ear.

"Is it too forward?" I trembled, feeling his hands softly traverse me. "Too soon?"

"No, I don't think so." He pressed his lips to my ear, kissing the my neck under my earlobe. "I want to praise you for how you have encouraged me to continue with my art. You deserve my best work, and I will ensure you have it."

His hands gently grasp my shoulders, then slowly make their way up to my face. I stare into his eye as he watches me. I swallow and lean forward, closing my eyes, feeling him move towards me too.

He kisses me and holds my body to his. I whimper, confusion and ache swimming together in my head, my skin still stinging from the marks he had given me. I let my fingers roam his body, slipping slightly in his undone shirt.

If this isn't real, I don't want to wake up.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my hips into him. He guided me down, making me sit on his lap. I felt my face heat up, and I broke away, hiding my face in his neck.

"Is it too much, bella mia?" His face turned and nudged the side of my head.

I shook my head. I could feel him through the dress he had put me in. He was already hardening under me, and it triggered both fear and lust.

"Just..." I whispered. "Just be gentle... please..."

I felt him twitch against me. "Of course, my dear." His lips pressed against my ear, his breath hot as it tumbled over my skin, raising goosebumps and causing me to close my eyes in embarrassment.

"You won't remember anyone else after tonight." He whispered lowly, dragging his lips against my skin, softly trailing them down to my neck. "You will forget everyone in your life. You will forget your pain. Your sorrow. And you will only remember me."

I whimpered slightly, and turned my face away. I raised a hand to my mouth. I didn't want to admit he was getting to me so easily. But he was, he had caused the strongest feelings I had ever felt about someone, the fastest I've fallen for anyone.

"May I lay you on your back?"

I looked at his face, feeling his tense arms around me, keeping me in place. I nodded, then felt him unwrap one arm, sliding us backwards. He carefully turned the both of us over, flipping me onto his bed. I lay back against the sheets, feeling their softness, feeling him above me.

"S-Stefano...!" I whimpered, putting my hands on his shoulders to try and anchor myself to this moment. I felt terrified, but it felt good, my stomach twisting and my heart beating harshly in my chest.

He hushed me quietly. His arms slipped behind my back, unhooking the top clasp, then slowly pulling down the zipper. Each click of it moving down my body, each second he took sliding his finger down my spine, caused me to ache even more, anticipation filling every inch of my body.

I hadn't felt this before, this lust, this want. I felt it pool in my core, and I could feel a wetness slip from inside of me. I couldn't remember a time I had wanted someone as bad as this.

I raised my hands and grabbed his shoulders again. I whimpered pitifully, beginning to slide his shirt off of him. Stefano complied, taking his shirt off as he stared down at me.

"Do you still want this?" He whispered.

I blinked, allowing myself the time to think it through. Then I nodded.

"Yes." I breathed. "Yes, I want it if you want it, Stefano. I... I want to have sex with you."

His face didn't react, but he lay down on me. His lips found mine, and I closed my eyes, fitting my arms over his shoulder and hands in his hair. He groaned lowly, and I felt my legs raise up around him.

"You seem a little impatient, bella." He chuckled as he pulled away. "But I must let you know, I lose myself when I have sex. I have a hard time controlling myself when I have something I want."

I swallowed. I felt the fear return, but I kept holding him, pulling him into me and hiding my face.

"Do not fret, my dear. I listen, and I will stop when you ask me to."

I nodded, rubbing my nose against his neck. He chuckled lowly, sending the vibration through my entire frame.

He pulled away from me, helping me slide off the dress, pulling it from my torso and arms, then gently sliding it down my legs. I flinched slightly, feeling exposed to him.

He smiled slightly as he took in my form. He lay back down, and grasped at my underwear, sliding it down my hips. I whimpered again as the cold hit me and drafted over my aroused body.

He didn't stare at my sex as he pulled down my panties and pulled off the stockings he had me wear. I swallowed as I watched him take in all of me. He smiled down at me as he found his way on top of my body again.

His arms slipped under me, the last thing to take care of was my bra. His gentle fingers slipped under it and unhooked it, bit by bit. I trembled, feeling his warmth dominate my body, and the warm wetness of my aroused core dominate my thoughts.

"Stefano..." I whispered. My thoughts were clouded, my physical and mental form taken over by this singular moment.

"Good." He whispered in my ear, guiding my hands to his shoulders. "Only my name on your lips, cara mia. Only my name ever again."

He sat up, pulling down his pants. I watched him slide them off the bed, and I swallowed, seeing his tent in his underwear. He chuckled, and I turned my head away as I realized I was shamelessly staring. I saw him pull those off in my peripheral view, and he lay back down on me.

"Cara." He whispered in my ear, causing me to moan. "Last time I shall ask. Do you want to have sex with me?"

I looked up into his eye, feeling the gravity of this, feeling the weight of his body laying on me, feeling his sex so dangerously close to mine, feeling his warmth radiating over my body. I swallowed, wrapping my hands behind his back, pushing my fingertips into his skin. I felt his hands resting on my hips, holding my body close to his, his breath brushing across my skin. I hadn't realized he had begun to breath harder, nor did I realize I had.

I leaned up, kissing him. He pushed me down, pressing his lips to mine almost desperately. I wondered if anyone had seen him this aroused, this desperate before. The look in his eye as we pulled away told me he was suffering from a hunger. A hunger he was struggling to contain, to fight before he was given the okay.

And I was his meal.

"I want to have sex with you, Stefano," I whispered, trailing a finger down his chest. "I love you. I trust you."

"Dangerous words, my dear."

I looked into his eye. "I know."

His face darkened. He didn't bother to smile, and I felt his his hands guide my legs up by his hips. I moaned, feeling his member slide up against me, sliding against my folds. I could feel his intense gaze as my eyes close and head fall to the side.

"Do... Do you? Want to have sex?" I muttered, already feeling breathless.

He chuckled. "Yes. Yes I do, my dear."

He held onto my hip on my left side, and I could feel his fingers touching me, slipping between my folds and guiding my wetness over him.

"I will keep my promise, bella." He grunted as he hovered over me. "I will be gentle, until you ask me for more."

I nodded. His fingers left my folds, and his tip slid up and down them instead. I squirmed and moaned, yearning for him to slide inside of me.

"Oh!" My eyes snapped open as he began to enter my body.

"Does it hurt?"

I turned my head, seeing him watching my face.

"N-no, I just--" my head whipped back as I felt myself stretching with him. "Ahh!"

He hesitated, and I felt my body begin to beg for more as I he stilled inside of me.

"S-Stefano!" I cried out, my hips rolling against him. "Ah, p-please..."

"Oh, I understand..." he laughed, laying down on me. "You've never been physically pleasured before."

I pressed my mouth closed, trying not to completely lose it, feeling my face shift and biting my lips. "I-I... Mmm..."

His hands tensed on my hips. "Oh, cara mia, bellisimo."

I gasped, and my back arched. He chucked, resuming his gentle movement inside of me. My hands wrapped around his back, pulling him to me. His hips pressed into mine, and he hesitated. I could feel him against me, inside of me. His breathing against me, causing the slightest, barely noticeable movements inside.

I whimpered, holding him to me. "Stefano, S-Stefano..."

He growled quietly. "Rose."

I gasped, feeling my legs flinch against his sides. I swallowed, and slid my legs up and over him.

"You are in control of this, my dear." He whispered in my ear. "I will not use your body, I will give you all control if you so desire."

I dug my face into his shoulder. I breathed in his scent, feeling the ache overcome my body.

"P-please... Make love to me."

He hummed in agreement, lifting my hips and keeping his hands against them. I whimpered again as I felt him move inside of me. He slowly let himself out of me, and I was worried I had crossed the line. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, seeing Stefano staring at me with an intensity I wasn't prepared for.

He began to slide back into me, and I flinched, each movement causing me to arch my back into him. I swallowed, watching his face as he stared.

Stefano groaned, leaning his body into me, beginning to whisper words in my ear I didn't understand. I moaned quietly, feeling his body moving within me, each pull away feeling like I would wake up from this dream, each push inside feeling like heaven.

My legs twitched and I felt my body tense. I moaned and lay my head back, unable to think, unable to feel anything but him.

"Y-you can... Ah, you can go h-harder if you want..." I whispered, looking into his eye and pressing my forehead to his.

He stared at me, then held my hips up closer to his. He pressed into me roughly, causing me to cry out.

His body raised itself from mine, and I watched him put his arms on either side of my head, leaning down onto his elbows.

"It's likely going to hurt." He said quietly to me.

I let my hands trace his face, cupping his jaw, sliding behind his head and grasping his hair.

"I want it to."

I pulled him to me and kissed him.

"I want to feel pain. I want you to control my body. I want you to hurt me, to please yourself, to make you feel safe and sound."

He frowned. "Bella Rosa. If I hurt you, you will not want to be around me again."

I turned my head away. "Would it matter? I want you to use me, make you feel something before you finally turn me into a piece of art."

He stared, features unmoving. He lay down against me, body laying as part of mine.

"You are already my art."

He slid himself out of me, then roughly pushed himself back in.

"You are my Rosa."

He jerked into me again, making me moan.

"You are perfect, cara. Perfect."

My back arched into him as I moaned, feeling his arms wrap around me and pull me to his body. His penis sliding in and out of me consistently, unrelenting in its movements, the pleasure wracking my body.

"I knew I must have you when I saw you. You would make my crowning masterpiece."

His voice growled lowly in my ear, making me hold onto him for stability.

"But I cannot destroy your beauty. I must have it, I must have it all to myself."

I was barely able to look at him, overwhelmed with emotion, with the pleasure of him inside of me. But I saw him scowling at me at the briefest glimpses.

"Your flesh is so soft, so perfect for my creations. Your body wonderful for my sculpting and portrayal."

He lifted one of my legs, slipping it over his shoulders. I could feel him watching my reactions as he gained more access to me, making me moan as he stretched me open and began to unrelentingly fuck me.

"But I cannot capture your essence, not yet. I must have it in every form. I must have you!"

I jerked my hips, laying back in the sheets, arms resting by my head. "M-more, please, more..."

"Yes, my beauty." He pulled my other leg over his shoulder, holding my hips off the bed as he began to roughly take me. "Your wish shall be my command."

I cried out, begging for him to keep taking me. I felt his hips speed up, our bodies squelching as he turned my insides to mush.

"You are my art, bella. You will be my art, forever."

"Stefano!" I couldn't help it, crying out his name. "I love you! Ah, I... I love you!!"

He leaned down against me, holding my hips in place as he fucked me. "Good. Then you will be mine, forever, cara mia."

I felt a wave of pleasure overtake my body, all muscles clenching at once, and I moaned aloud. I felt his body tense up, feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as my legs dropped to wrap around his back again. I could feel myself clenching against him, my body tensing relentlessly and keeping him inside. My head reeled back and I moaned loudly, crying out Stefano's name.

He kept himself in me, continuing to move as the pleasure took over, making my head swim as I held him tightly. He groaned and murmured profanities. I whimpered as I felt my head swimming, my body refusing to stop clenching around him, but slowing its throbbing to a more gentle thrum.

"We are one, bella." He whispered in my ear. "We shall stay together until this world falls apart."

His hips slowed, and his body stilled within me. I held him tightly. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want him to leave me. I felt like I would wake up from this dream if he let me go.

I looked up into his eye, seeing a scar peeking through his disheveled bangs. His visible eyelid was lowered, but I could still see the stormy green and grey peering down at me. While his face didn't show any reaction, I watched his eye shift across my face, studying it, watching me as though he wouldn't see this again. His eye looked conflicted as he watched me, the slightest twitches of his face muscles being apparent, fighting showing any emotion he really feels.

He sighed, and leaned down against me. I felt my eyes flutter closed, holding him to me.

"Sleep, my dear."

He shifted with a grunt, letting me hold his shoulders as he pulled his body away from mine. I felt him exit me, and I groaned quietly. He grunted again, laying back down on me. I felt my face heat as I realized I could feel warm wetness flowing out of me.

I tucked my face into his shoulder and his neck. I looked up at him, feeling him move with me. His lips met mine, kissing me, locking them together. I shuddered, feeling it was simply a sweetness, post-sex gentle gesture.

"Th-thank you." I whispered.

"Mm..." he tucked his face into my neck, continuing to hold me to him.

I pressed my face against him again, feeling myself crash. I felt overwhelmed with tiredness, letting my head dip slightly, closing my eyes, feeling my eyelashes brush against his skin. My breathing calmed, and I felt his do so as well. My body cooled, and I snuggled against him more, he was now my only source of heat.

I was vaguely aware of Stefano slipping out of my arms and lifting my body. I felt the blankets of his bed slip out from underneath me, then he lay back down and pulled me onto him. My head tucked into his chest, and I felt the sheets of his bed lift up over my head.

Everything faded away, and I felt content as I drifted to sleep.

#Stefano Valentini #The Evil Within 2 #the evil within stefano #tew #tew2 #tew2 stefano #stefano #stefano valentini fanfiction #His Bloody Rose #Chapter 8 #Reward #smut #smut chapter

[supportivepsychopath]

yes im talking about the royalty of tew\steseb fanfiction @detectivesebcas

#ik it hasn’t been *that* long but i read them in highschool and now im reading them omw to college #that’s some good shit right there #they definitely rule the world of tew fanfiction department #the evil within #the evil within 2 #sebastian castellanos #stefano valentini #steseb

[burnouttt]

begging for somebody to write something for stefano valentini (the evil within 2) i’ll literally sell you my left kidney and give you the rights to the next two generations of my family

#stefano valentini #the evil within #the evil within 2 #stefano valentini x reader #fanfiction #lazily tagging everything i can so ppl see this cry for content

[depressed-lombster]

Okay okay okay

So like... Do you know what The Evil Within 2 is ?

No ?

Okay

Well do you at least know what JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is ?

Kinda ? Okay perfect

What do these series have in common ?

Nothing !

But I want to bone Stefano Valentini from The Evil Within 2 and Prosciutto from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5

So like the absolute Chad I am I drew a bunch of ship part for it and gave it a ship name [ Stecuitto ] I promise you nobody but me wanted this

[ Since this isn't the only post I'll do on this subject ]

Next ➡️

#art #comics #fanart #crackship #Stefano Valentini x Prosciutto #jjba part 5 #The Evil Within 2 #these are my comfort characters #i decide if i ship them #Stecuitto #jjba Prosciutto #TEW2 Stefano Valentini #they are gay and dating #fanfiction

[writeanapocalae]

Not As It Seems Chapter 3

Dead Dove Do Not Eat steseb fic, please pay attention to the tags. Warnings for noncon/dubcon, gore, mind control, and eye trauma

Read on Ao3

"Did you mean what you said? That you're sorry for what you did to her?"

"To Lily?" Stefano shook his head, "I never said I was sorry for that. And I am not. Perhaps if I had seen her as a person instead of as a beacon for power. Perhaps if I had had any power in decided what I did with her. But I did not and I did not so there is nothing that I can apologize for."

A flare of anger swelled in Sebastian's throat but he breathed it out through his nose. Stefano didn't know and he was being controlled and the way he spoke made it sound like he didn't even know Lily was human.

#the evil within 2 #fanfiction #my writing #stefano valentini #Sebastian Castellanos

[i-qarus]

This chapter was in my mind since I started to write this. I hope it’s turned out good!

#sebastian castellanos #stefano valentini #the evil within #fanfiction #the evil within 2

[detectivesebcas]

We're already 3 chapters in, but just in case anyone hasn't spotted this on AO3 yet, here's the link to my current story.

#the evil within #sebastian castellanos #joseph oda #stefano valentini #steseb #fanfiction

[wellingtonee]

Ahm help please(?)

Hi I’m new here. 

I may sound a little foolish but I hope you guys could help me, bcs I’m lost lol. I read  two or three months ago a fanfiction about Sebastian and Stefano and now I can’t really find it bcs I don’t know who wrote it and either the fic’s title.I tried to search it fanfiction after fanfiction but dang it I can’t find it. I searched it for three days and I think I may become crazy bcs I can’t find it ><”. I read it on Archive Of Our Own site and it was one chapter long fic.

The story is about Stefano and Sebastian who was in a really bad shape and Stefano helped him, and Stefano’s touches has an effect on Sebastian wich Stefano noticed. So when Sebastian was in hurt durring the patch up Stefano distracted him by caring him, touching him (even that way, you know..) and reassured him. And the end scene was a +18 thingy, (horny) Stefano couldn’t resist to Sebastian (top Stefano).

I know it’s a little bit strange and maybe Tumblr is not the best site to ask help, but I heard some Tew fan and SteSeb fan is here so I just hope somebody can help me, but please if you recognize it please...pleease tell me :(

#the evil within #sebastian castellanos #stefano valentini #fanfiction #help i'm dumb #steseb #gay #archive of our own #i can't find it #the evil within 2 #sad

[inquisitorcastellanos]

The Evil Within - Development

Pairing: Sebastian Castellanos/Stefano Valentini Rating: Mature Tags: Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Murder Mystery, Romance, Slow Burn (More tags to be viewed in the link) Language: English Chapters: 30/? Status: Incomplete

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"I tend to keep to myself."

"Because you like it that way?"

"Because it's easier that way."

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Sebastian struggles to balance work, social life, and raising his daughter when he's sent to a strangely familiar murder scene. While Lily thinks it's high time he eases down on work and worries to go out more, Sebastian can't bring himself to focus on anything but work and Lily until he meets someone who's very good at distracting him from the stress and concerns.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16398977/chapters/38387639

#thought I'd share an actual link and description here #the evil within #evil within #fanfic #fanfiction #sebste #steseb #sebastian castellanos #stefano valentini #sebastian x stefano #ao3 #archive of our own #my writing

[in-our-veins]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Evil Within (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sebastian Castellanos/Myra Hanson, Sebastian Castellanos & Juli Kidman, Sebastian Castellanos & Ruben "Ruvik" Victoriano, Sebastian Castellanos & Stefano Valentini, Lily Castellanos & Sebastian Castellanos, Sebastian Castellanos & Joseph Oda, Ruben "Ruvik" Victoriano & Leslie Withers, Lily Castellanos & Stefano Valentini Characters: Sebastian Castellanos, Juli Kidman, Ruben "Ruvik" Victoriano, Stefano Valentini, Leslie Withers, Joseph Oda, Lily Castellanos, Myra Hanson, Marta Martin, The Administrator (The Evil Within) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sequel, Horror, Psychological Horror, Family, Friendship, Betrayal, Secret Organizations, Blood, Violence, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, Friends to Enemies, Memories, Psychological Trauma, Canon Autistic Character, Detectives, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Best Friends, Confrontations, Humor Series: Part 2 of STEM Summary:

Sebastian, Kidman, and Myra have been looking for MOBIUS for over a year after Lily was kidnapped. Their search has come to a slow decline when they're forced into a machine that has warped its world from the mind's of Sebastian's former friend's, including his best friend.

*Sequel to Right In Front Of Our Faces.*

#the evil within #the evil within 2 #the evil within fanfiction #tew fic #sebastian castellanos #juli kidman #ruben victoriano #ruvik victoriano #leslie withers #joseph oda #stefano valentini #myra hanson #my writing #my fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfic writer #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #text #words #mine

[sugatrapp]

「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.

#stefano valentini #stefano valentini x reader #the evil within #gender not specified #stefano valentini x gn reader #villian #fanfiction #snippet #photography #the evil within 2 #video game #writing #sebastian castellanos