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detectivesebcas · 6 months

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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

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stfuimprojecting · 1 year

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Evie likes to count her ribs. It’s soothing. She’ll run her fingers down her left side first, feeling carefully from top to bottom before moving on to her right. She’ll dig her fingers into each divot, hook them underneath her rib cage as she sucks in a breath. It’s her morning ritual. Before taking a shower but after her first weigh in of the day. And at night, in the quiet moonlight that sneaks its way through their room's tiny bathroom window, Evie measures herself. She hides the tape measure with her skincare, which she keeps neatly organized in a bin that Mal never touches. She begins with her arms, then her waist, then her hips, and always ends with her thighs. It’s something her mother taught her how to do. They used to do it together, her mom standing by her side as they measured themselves in tandem. They would stand in front of their bathroom mirror, which had a crack in it that split it into two. Sometimes, Evie would line herself up with the fissure, watch as it made her face go wonky. She was uneven and disassembled, just like her insides.

Doing the nightly ritual without her mother is lonely. Evie is almost tempted to invite Mal to join her. She thinks that Mal could keep her on track - the way her mother did - make sure that Evie stays slim and perfectly princess-esque. She thinks that Mal would be kind about it. Unlike her mother, swinging like a pendulum, simultaneously angry when Evie was fatter than her and then even more angry when Evie was thinner than her. But Evie knows that Mal would disapprove. Mal would narrow her eyes, grab her by her wrist and show Evie just how easily her thumb and pinkie wraps around it. Unbearably tiny. She’s done it before. Like back when they were on the Isle and Evie would refuse to eat her share of the rations. Mal does it here too. She'll hold Evie's wrist underneath the cafeteria table whenever Evie is merely moving her food around and not actually eating it. Mal is kind like that. And even if others might think of Mal's grip as too tight, Evie knows better. Mal's touch is the only thing preventing the rot.

a descendants wip for my series. i've been working on this since february, which ik isn't actually that long ago but i've been stuck ever since, which is soooooo :(((((

#ditzywip #within these walls #descendants #descendants fanfiction #descendants fandom #evie grimhilde #evie daughter of the evil queen #evie descendants #mal bertha #mal daughter of maleficent #mal descendants #mevie #eating disorder tw #sorry to all my descendants mutuals i feel like ive been neglecting this fandom #ive just been on that 911 train ever since they've come back from their mid season hiatus #i swear descendants is still near and dear to my heart and im still writing fic #just havent really been posting descendants since 911 has lowkey been occupying all my brain space #anyways im like so ahhh about this fic #writing evie is still so new for me and this is the first time i'm really starting to explore the mevie dynamic #im also like gonna have this whole thing with audrey #which is totally unexpected because i never thought i was gonna write about the aks really #i'm realizing that this series is like expanding in my mind #and while it'll always be core four focused i think there'll be inklings of other ships #or not ships per say but just other relationships outside of the core four #those like weird relationships that i lowkey feel are queer specific where its like #i hate you i love you you make me sick i wanna be you im gonna kill you i would die for you #get the vibe?

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artisticdemon · 4 months

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@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

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heraldofcrow · 10 months

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Logarius can go to HELL.

#i actually made myself infuriated and then start crying just now LMAO #i love logarius but the way i write him is so EVIL #EVIL MAN #he actually scares me and i hate him #i hate writing him #i love it at the same time #FUCK THIS GUY #fav character fr #sorry i’m in the throngs of writing passion atm #chapter five is about ready to be published so i took a bit of a break from getting it ready to add another scene to chapter six #i will try to publish them within a week of one another #writing stuff #martyr logarius #bloodborne fanfiction #CrowNotes

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ghost-data-writing · 3 months

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Hello, fellow people on the other side of the screen!

*clears throat*

Alright, I didn't think it would be that hard, to set up a new blog, but here we go! So much time has passed since I've had my first blog on this platform and I kinda have to say... I somewhat missed it. Hell, I was a stupid kid back then, doing nothing more but scrolling through here and reblogging/liking anime pics.

This, right here, won't be the same.

Back then I was afraid to post my writings online since english isn't my first language but I was working hard to get to the point where I am now. This post won't contain the first story I'll ever throw out here but it should be a nice, little info-post to what to expect at least. Because... Honestly spoken, it would have felt rude just to post my first work, never saying a thing and up and leave again. So here is what to expect from me as a writer in both, original and fanfic-writing.

Most of you will probably find me through fanfics, so we're just gonna start with that.

What fandoms am I working in?

・Like A Dragon/Yakuza

I'm probably gonna spend most of my time dwelling there. This franchise was a companion of mine for so long, it's where my heart is, so... Most of my content probably revolves around it. On the side I may drop works of JJBA or Metal Gear Solid but those are rather rare occasions. (I've even posted The Evil Within 2 content once.)

What pairings are going to be expected?

・Majima/Nishitani - Goromi/Nishitani ・Majima/Kiryu - Goromi/Kiryu ・Nishitani/Majima/Kiryu - Nishitani/Goromi/Kiryu

Everything will probably be set around those characters since I vibe with them the most. And I'm simping for Goromi/Majima. There, I said it. Still I may be thinking about Seonhee/Saeko BUT-! That's for another day.

18+ content?

Yup, definetly most of it. Even some pwp between longer stories here and there. So please be cautious, I'm gonna tag everything as good as possible.

And that's about it for the fanfic content. Regarding original works there is not much to say but genres like dark romance, horror, erotic and fantasy are most likely to be expected. And that about sums it up!

First of all, I wanted to thank everyone who kept reading until this point. I'm really not a fan of infodumping but I thought it might be better.

I hope were gonna meet again some time in the future, once I post my first LAD/Yakuza work!

Stay tuned and thank you for reading,

Aria/GhostData

P.S. For anyone who may wants to look into the things I've written so far; here is one expample (Fandom: The Evil Within 2) for you to read:

Have fun and see y'all soon!

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seradyn · 1 year

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Rules for Requests

I’ve had this account for about a year and have just now realized I don’t have any rules for asks/requests, so I decided to make some! 😁

Ground Rules

I’m always happy to write, but please read these before you make a request!

Do not read my writing if you are not 18+. Some of it may include things that are disturbing to some, so please be mindful of TWs.

I’m only willing to write for the fandoms I am interested in. I do not feel I could do justice to those I have no knowledge or experience with. I primarily write F!Reader x Character, but I am also happy to write ships, scenarios, etc. (see below for more details).

I am also happy to answer personal questions, though I will not give you identifying information.

What I will write:

Head cannons

Drabbles/one-shots

Scenarios/Prompts

Short stories

Ships

Cannon

AUs

Reader x Character/Cannon

Gore and violence

Sexual content, including noncon

Fluff, angst

LGBTQ+

What I will not write:

Abuse

Yandere

Your OCs (….except maybe Cahl. Iykyk 😘)

Polyships

Love triangles

Underage

Genderbending

If your ask features racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, or is in any way built around presenting hate in a positive way, I will block you. I will not tolerate your bigotry.

This is an 18+ blog, meaning I am willing to write NSFW and sensitive topics. However, this is still down to my discretion; I will decide on a case by case basis what I am comfortable writing. You’re always free to ask, but please don’t take it personally if I do not feel comfortable fulfilling your request 😊

Fandoms

This list is of all the fandoms and their characters that I’m willing to write. Please do not ask for things outside of this list, because I probably won’t want to write it. However, the list is subject to change.

The characters are listed in order from most interested to least interested, and any characters not listed I will not write for. Fandoms are in no particular order.

FFXV

Ardyn, Chocobros, Ravus, Cor, Areana, Lunafreya, Nyx

FFVII

Sephiroth, First Class SOLDIERS, Zack, Cloud, Turks, Remnants, Rufus, Vincent

The Evil Within

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

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunin, Zevlor

I do not accept commissions, or payment for my work. I’m doing this purely for the fun of it. However, this means the turn around for requests may be longer, if I get flooded with them, have irl stuff to deal with, or am working on my own fanfics. Please be patient 💕

Everything I write will be posted to my Masterlist and AO3, unless they’re really sort.

Please do not copy or plagiarize my work.

Thank you for taking the time to read! Feel free to send me an ask/request, or just chat me up 😁😁

#been thinking about making one of these for a while #finally decided to do it #hope it makes it easier for y’all to submit requests :)#fanfic #fanfiction #ffxv #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #the evil within #tew

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horrorsilk · 1 year

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I'm having a lot of fun writing this next chapter of The In-Between. Especially since I stopped worrying if people would be weird about my taking inspiration from the Silent Hill movies (chiefly the first) as well as the games. Honestly the core storyline of the first movie fits my overall narrative a little better.

I just know how passionate the SH fandom is, and I want to pay my respects to all aspects of the franchise. Yes, I know that seems "wrong" since I have Pyramid Head included and he's James' monster, but since his purpose even in that is as a figure symbolizing guilt and the desire to be punished for it, I feel he still fits into the story. Also, yes, I'm borrowing a bit from Revelations using him as a guardian figure for Alessa because that was the only cool part of that movie.

Anyway thanks for listening to my rant. Hopefully the chapter will be up by the end of the weekend.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction writer #writer ramblings #silent hill #the evil within #tew

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skywardsister · 1 year

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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

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foamimi · 2 years

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okay but consider: Joseb in Seb’s room from the Castellanos residence...

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myfandomgarbage · 2 years

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About Me

My name is Rot/Stef and this is my fandom and media blog! This blog will contain all things about fandoms, media, headcanons, characters, fanfiction, and related things! I’m both a fanfiction and original fiction writer.

I have a few other accounts/blogs; I don’t want to link them as I don’t particularly want to connect them and my (potential) followers, but I just want to let you know in case anyone finds other accounts that have similar ‘about me’s and get confused.

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Little bit about me

Other then age, race, etc, my “about me” will contain different information depending on the content of my blog.

I’m 18 years old, white, single, defiantly neurodivergent but can’t currently talk to anyone, and very queer.

I’m in a bunch of fandoms, and I love headcanons, fanfiction and just generally fictional characters!

Some of my fandoms include Marvel, both comics and other media, DC Comics, both comics and other media, Our Flag Means Death, Overwatch, Team Fortress 2, Slime Rancher, Detroit: Become Human, Skulduggery Pleasant, Warriors (Warrior Cats), The Musketeers, The Lighthouse, Hannibal, both the movies and the show, slashers, Creepypasta, Slenderverse and Marble Hornets, My Little Pony, specifically gen 4, Sally Face, The Hobbit, specifically the movies, Z Nation and The Evil Within games.

Some of my favorite characters and comfort characters include Mick Rory (all media he appears in), Israel “Izzy” Hands (Our Flag Means Death), Roadhog and Junkrat (Overwatch), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Skulduggery Pleasant and Billy-Ray Sanguine (Skulduggery Pleasant), Otto Octavius (all media he appears in), Aramis and Porthos (The Musketeers on BBC), Joseph Oda (The Evil Within) and Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham (Hannibal on NBC).

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Nothing yet!

#serotonin.writes #the evil within #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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detectivesebcas · 5 months

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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

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leslie-red · 2 years

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This is my playlist from my fanfiction " The Weakness " you can find the story ( not completly posted yet on A03 )

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sugatrapp · 6 months

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「 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

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moki-dokie · 6 months

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been seeing some stuff on blue eye samurai and big yikes to nearly everyone pushing extremely western ideals onto these characters.

this is early edo period. 1600s. the japan you know now did not exist yet.

yall. please. there was NO concept of sexuality in pre-modern japan. that came with both the influx of christianity and western influence very very late in history. like, mid-1800s. (yes, there was christianity pre-1800s but it was not a widespread idea yet and wouldn't be until about the 1800s since, y'know, missionaries were routinely murdered before then)

"so and so is either bi and hasn't figured it out yet or..." no. that isn't how it worked then. nobody gave a shit what was between your legs. anyone could be attracted to anyone else. it was a little more common for male homosexual relationships to be between an adult and younger male - like many other places around the world - but two adult men could bang and love each other just as easily. relationships between women were quite common - especially since so many men were often away at war. there's tons of pornographic prints from the time depicting all manner of fun queer relationships. sex itself had absolutely no moral assignment to it. good sex was good health. it didn't matter who with. (well, social class/caste mattered more than anything else tbh but that didn't stop upper and lower class from fucking.) that isn't to say people didn't have preferences. of course they did. that is human nature. preferences arose more from physical appearance, caste, and circumstances with gender being about the last thing one would look for in a partner - romantic, casual, or otherwise. the only role in sex where gender actually mattered was for procreation.

there would be no queer awakening moment, no sudden switch flipped, no stigma to have internal conflicts about because it simply did not exist as a concept whatsoever. you were either attracted to a person or you weren't, it was that simple. gender played no role when it came to sex and sexual attraction. the japanese were lightyears ahead of western cultures in this particular area - like most cultures were before christianity came in and ruined everything with its backwards morals and strict good/evil dichotomy.

yall have got to realize queer rep will not and should not always adhere by modern western standards. there was no straight, gay, bi, or anything else of the sort. the closest they ever got was referring to roles during sex - as in who is giving and who is receiving.

i know this is mostly a made up story but it is still set within a very specific time period and culture, which should be honored and respected by not making it fit into our box. tons of research went into making this show historically accurate (albeit with some discrepancies but tbh they aren't really that huge) right down to the calligraphy writing. please please please don't whitewash the culture from these characters.

i say this mainly because without this knowledge, so many of you are going to build these characters up on a foundation they aren't meant to be on and then you'll rage about queerbaiting and bad queer rep if it isn't somehow super explicitly stated, if it doesn't match your very modern, very western ideal of what queer looks like. don't try to force this plot and narrative and characters into something they canonically and historically aren't. headcanons are a thing, AUs are a thing, fanfiction is a thing - leave your western thinking for those and let these characters simply exist as they should otherwise. this is one of those times where the queerness really does not need to be examined at all beyond what we get.

i know it can be hard to wrap your head around - sexuality is such a huge part of our identity in the western world and has slowly started to spread amongst other parts of the world in importance. but just keep in mind with these particular characters, that concept would be so very alien to them.

#blue eye samurai #i'm gonna bite people if i see complaints about queer anything in this show

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