#stefano valentini x gn reader

[pinkmarbella2050]

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

「L e g a c y」

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Pairings: Stefano Valentini x Gender Neutral Reader

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

Warnings: Non-specified gender of reader

Ambience

AO3

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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"Our legacy will live on, mia amore."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you…hear…me?"

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

"The…camera…..look…..for me…"

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

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

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

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

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

[mannequinreligi0n]

Siri, Play Beauty School by Deftones

“I kinda like when you make up the reel; take the phone in your room- stop the tape or resume”

PAIRING: Stefano Valentini x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 540

WARNINGS: NSFW (slight exhibition (does filming count?), implied oral, brief penetration)

NOTES: uhhhhhh stef brainrot is really bad so i wrote this very hastily, sorry if it’s short lol

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Your eyes were fixated on the warped reflection of your face in the lens, the red light blinking back at you. It’d been only twenty minutes since Stefano had pressed ‘record’ on the video camera positioned in front of the bed. The idea of being captured wasn’t unfamiliar - you were dating Stefano, after all. His camera is practically sewed to his hands: taking candids of you, asking you to pose at his beck and call. The attention was overbearing at first, but you’d grown to love it, and in turn, love being in front of the camera.

But something about being filmed during such an intimate setting was bringing back all of those initial hesitations and insecurities. Despite Stefano’s attempts to calm and seduce you, your eyes would always go back to the camcorder. Maybe it was the thought of him watching it back and seeing you so vulnerable, so unlike yourself. Maybe it was the thought of you, yourself, watching the reel and being disgusted with your own image. Whatever it was, it was incessant on keeping your attention away from Stefano and he was all too aware.

He peeked up from between your legs to see your distant doe eyes and he sighed, giving your thigh a squeeze before sitting up.

“The camera doesn’t bite, amore - you don't have to keep watch.”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his baritone voice, breaking your staring contest with the camcorder.

“Sorry…..it’s kind of hard to ignore”, you apologize, your face getting warm from embarrassment.

“And it seems I am easy to ignore.” He retorts, a slight whine to his voice. There was an exaggerated pout on his mouth as he crawled onto you, only easing up with a loving grin when he reached your neck. He gave it a soft bite before soothing the nonexistent mark with a kiss. You mewl in response, primal want making your skin feel hot, but your mind continues to race.

“What if I look bad? Or the angle’s all wrong? Or-“

Your anxieties are cut short by Stefano turning your head away from the camera, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively tangle into his hair, holding the reins of hair as you return his kiss. His hips positioned between your legs, you feel his hardened cock twitch against your entrance. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses over your face and jaw.

“My sweet-“

Kiss.

“Beautiful-“

Kiss.

“Effervescent-“

Kiss.

“-Angel.”

With his final word, Stefano pushed into you, enunciating every syllable. A groan of satisfaction harmonizes with a cry of your own, your eyes fluttering shut from the delicious feeling of being filled so fully by your lover.

“Aphrodite, herself, made you with special care, cara mia. You have nothing to be ashamed of”, he purred to you. His slender fingers wrapped around your waist, holding you still as he began to fuck into you with determination of ridding every second thought from your brain. Completely drunk on his candied words and your own lust, the camera filming every second of this slips your mind entirely. You feel your entire body turn to jelly in his hold, your mind only cycling through his compliments over and over and over.

[teyvat-writer]

Yandere Stefano Valentini Headcanons

A/N: My heart says to work on the Genshin birthday fics but my dick says Stefano Valentini.

TW - murder, some gore, breaking and entering, stalking, nonconsensual touching, I think Stefano is enough of a warning in and of himself

You've never been a particularly artsy person, yet here you are, wandering around a gallery displaying the works of THE Stefano Valentini

You've heard quite a bit about him, mainly about his decline following the loss of his right eye and the descent of his "art" into the twisted and macabre

Considering this is seen as a "once in a lifetime" exhibition by many - even touted as such in the papers -, you decide you have nothing to lose

So here you are, drinking in the fine details and rich pigments of a large photo that nearly takes up a fourth of the wall- hands are intricately interlocked around the focal point of the piece, an eye

Deep crimson mars the hands, the eye's veins seeming ready to burst

"Lovely, no?"

The voice is deep with a rich accent, and you turn to its source.

The press wasn't lying about his looks. Even after the accident, he was still exceptionally easy on the eyes.

"Oh, uh, yeah, actually. I like the way the red pops out against the dull flesh."

"If only those philistine critics had such vision as you." He sourly muses. Without warning, he swiftly turns on his heel to you, taking your hand in his and laying a soft kiss on your knuckles. He looks up to you almost shyly, lips quirking into a small grin at your surprised expression.

"So, bello, what's your name?"

Of all the beautiful models he's worked with and slaughtered, you stand out among their uniformly smooth features and pretty faces. An uncut gem among perfectly polished ones, brimming with potential all the same.

How could a simpleton like you inspire such a fire inside him?

You leave the gallery later that evening, still reeling from your encounter with the eccentric artist- most would be flattered, smitten, even

But you? That experience was more awkward than anything

Unfortunately, Stefano didn't see it that way, given his arrogance

That combined with his newly forged obsession with you isn't going to end well

You can absolutely bet he's going to find out where you live, one way or another

He's also going to learn your daily routine

He has a safe that's full of pictures of you going about your day

You come back from work and you could've sworn you locked the door to your apartment prior to leaving but you shrug it off, chalking it up to being in a hurry

Why do your drawers seem a bit... emptier?

More models go missing, but by now it's nothing new

Unbeknownst to you, they were being used to erect an alter of flesh and blood to you

Flesh is neatly stitched together, sewn to a canvas, arranged in a way to mimic the shading in an image of you

It's framed by dismembered arms, still dripping blood

Stefano regards it as his best work yet, all thanks to you, his lovely muse

[teyvat-writer]

I love being a fan of niche characters because when you go searchin' for "x reader" fics, it's all just fem!reader 😃

This is pure sarcasm. I am a simple man who just wants to get dicked by Travis Hackett and Stefano Valentini. Please just a cru m b of gn!reader or male!reader please-

[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

•─────────────•°•❀•°•─────────────•

"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.