Wait This Is So Funny

Wait this is so funny 😭

🦇 battie-haver

Why do we let aliens on this site they steal cows and label it "science" thats literally theft like what

🌌 cosmicexxplorerer

hey we dont comment on YOUR blood sucking culture so dont comment on our ethical culture!!!!!!!

🦇 battie-haver

Ethical culture?? Like yeah i literally suck blood whatever but your culture is ethical?? I didnt wanna start shit but since you're already throwing cr*sses so-to-speak then riddle me this: why do you ALSO kidnap humans?

🌌 cosmicexxplorerer

We don't kidnap humans! You liar!

⭐️ star-venture-ever

Kidnapping humans is an old practise no alien currently participates in why would you say that >::(

👾 spaaaaceishoooome

NO ALIEN KIDNAPS HUMANS but you have some FUCKINGGG gall to say we do when youu have "thralls" aka HUMAN SLAVESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

🦇 battie-haver

Thralls are a) consensual and b) the human gets to become a vampire at the end. You just experiment on them. I shouldn't have said anything this posts sucks.

👽 alien-bailien

Actually human abductions are more like visions from angels because we share our knowledge with them ::)

🧟‍♂️ zombobbie

Areeyou stryingto getangelsss toccommenet onnapost vanpirsare on duoy awant to byrmthem???

🌌 cosmicexxplorerer

Real post: we shouldnt let zombies on this site because they can't spell properly

🐺 lunar-howler

First of all lets be honest no angel would ever be on this hellsite.

Second do NOT disrepect zombobbie like that he is the best and we love him <3

🧟‍♂️ zombobbie

:)

🧍‍♀️human-lilly

Haha i love getting probed ;) ;)

🦇 battie-haver

Ok that's it post closed everyone go home

AISHEJWGEBEJW THIS IS GORGEOUS I WANT HER CARNALLY AHHHHHH

Just RL Donna with RE8 Anjie. Kinda silly

SHES MY LITTLE GOOBER OMG

lil dondon doodle, gonna post more doodles

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Do you really love me?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Brief smut, Minors DNI, G!P Donna, reader POV, slightly dark themes, fluff, angst

Word count: 4,298

Summary: I love you, Donna, do you really love me?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open, I'm waiting yours! I love you all!!!

I just wanted to understand you, Donna. I just wanted you to love me as much as I did.

I've been living with you for a long time, and I decided to take that step in our relationship. I really don't know what kind of relationship we have, but the only thing I know is that I love you. I love you with all my soul.

You were always so strange...

I worked selling the vegetables that my family grew. I'm still not sure if I'm grateful or regretful about the day I approached your house. I met you with your hidden beauty, with your inability or lack of desire to communicate, but still, you asked me to come back, you always asked me to come back.

Falling in love with you was easy. Understand you was not.

You were surprised when I said there was no beauty comparable to yours, you yelled at me, you threatened me and you lost your mind. But I remained firm in my thoughts, in my statements, no matter how much you denied that they were true. That kiss, that kiss that I stole from you when you grabbed my dress, forcing me to say that you were a monster, that the truth of my words was just an illusion, was what made me want to spend the rest of my life with you. Always so subtle and mysterious, you let yourself be carried away by the caresses that my lips made on yours.

And so time went by. I came back to your house, to kiss you, just to kiss you, to see how your gaze got lost in mine, how your smile grew whenever I told you how beautiful you were. Everything seemed perfect, even with your few words, even with that distrustful and melancholic air that your sighs revealed.

I didn't want to leave your house anymore. I wanted to always be in your arms. I wanted to live in your kisses, in your smiles. Shy and ashamed, you never talked about your feelings until that day when the kisses lasted too long, lighting the fuse of your desire.

You were anxious, almost uncontrollable. You didn't care what I thought of your body. Mother Miranda made you like this, and I loved you, I love you just like the way you are.

The night I felt you inside me, when you took me in your bed, was also the first night you told me you loved me. A statement blurred by my moans, by the spasms that your movements caused me, by the pain of your nails digging into my skin. I didn't care about the circumstances, just about those three words, those words that sounded like a divine song on your lips.

Maybe I was too blinded by your beauty, by your perfume, by the softness of your skin. Maybe I was so blinded by your light that I was unable to see your darkness.

Time went by, your caresses, your kisses continued. Every night you loved me with passion, you took me with hunger, your hands didn’t leave a single corner of my body to explore. Your I love you, ti amo were the soundtrack that rhythmically accompanied your moans, mine, the rhythmic creaking of the wood.

I lived in a cloud of kisses and hugs, of caresses... But, it didn't take me long to realize a truth that I hadn't thought about. When I hugged your body naked, exhausted, tired and full of you, I felt that the emptiness in my heart is so great that I cannot ignore it anymore.

Yes, I was with you, but for some reason, I felt your absence, I felt that you were not as close to me as I thought.

Yes, you loved me, but you didn't show it beyond the nights of passion, beyond your desire throbbing between my legs. I didn't want to doubt your love, but I started to do it, I started to feel no more than one of those dolls you made. A porcelain doll that a little girl uses to play with and then puts away in a corner, causing it to collect dust. Feeling absent when you're so close began to become torture.

One afternoon, after walking around the house, with nothing to do but avoid Angie's constant teasing, I decided to get closer to you. It was a strange hour, when you used to be busy, always so busy...

“Donna, honey...” I whispered in your ear, hugging you while you read at your desk. You always studied plants, the ability they had to be manipulated by your strange power. Had you manipulated me too?

“Mm?” You murmured, grabbing the hand that was around your chest and tilting your head so that it brushed against mine. Your gaze was still fixed on the book. I couldn't help but think I was bothering you.

“Hey... I was thinking...” I whispered, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “The sky seems clear… Tonight we could take a walk…”

“A walk?” You asked, stopping reading that boring plant book. You weren't even looking at me, but at least your hand was still attached to mine.

“Yes, you know... Walking hand in hand, looking at the stars...” I said, knowing that, as I suspected, you weren't happy with the idea. You never liked a plan other than making love until you were exhausted.

“It's cold,” you said dryly, pushing me a bit to let you go. Why did you want to take me away from you?

I wasn't going to give up so easily.

“Well, we'll cover ourselves,” I said amused, ignoring your intention to ignore my words.

“I prefer to stay at home,” you replied, looking at me out of the corner of your eye and shaking your head, returning to your stupid book.

I had been losing patience for a while, missing your love, wishing that you could love me the way I wish you would, that you loved me in and out of bed, that your words of love were not linked to our passion.

“You know what? Fine, Donna. Whatever. I don't know why I insist,” I said angry, rabid, wanting to scream, wanting to grab you by the shoulders and ask why you weren't capable of loving me the same way I did.

I wanted to leave, leave you alone in that huge room. But your rough grip on my wrist prevented me from doing so. I huffed, hissing in pain from the strength of your grip. You can't control yourself, Donna...

“What's wrong with you? What is that tone of yours about?” You asked with a frown. You didn't even understand the reason for my anger. I didn't know why I still loved you.

“There's nothing wrong with me,” I said, getting out of your grip and moving away from you definitively. I don't know why I would want to tell you what I thought. It wasn't going to help. “I'm going to make dinner. You just… Just continue with your plants.”

You stood up furious, with a face that was a mix of confusion and anger. It wasn't the first time I had seen it. I ignored you and went down the elevator.

While I was cutting the vegetables that I brought myself, sobs took over my voice. Tears began to run down my cheeks. I loved you so much... And I was increasingly sure that you didn't feel the same way about me.

“Why are you so…?” I asked myself.

My heart was yours, but your heart... Your heart was nobody's, it was locked deep in your chest. No one could even afford to get close to it, not even me. If only you would tell me how you feel, if only you would hold me at night instead of me doing it... If only you would show me that I am more than just a toy for you...

I wiped away a tear after a long sigh, carrying the vegetables to the other part of the counter. Before I could react, I felt a pressure on my waist. They were your hands, your soft hands holding my body, your head resting on my shoulder as you held me. When had you arrived?

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, hugging my waist tightly, pressing me against your body. Did you even know what you were sorry about? I doubt it.

“Calm down, Donna. Everything is fine,” I lied, closing my eyes for your heavenly hug, enjoying the incomparable sensation that your unexpected hugs produced in me.

“I don’t want you to be sad. I don't like when you’re sad...” you whispered, keeping me very close to you.

Your voice in my ear caused chills in my body, that accent of yours drove me crazy. My tears didn't want to stop. I held your hands tightly as our bodies swayed.

“Donna, I...” I said, sobbing and slowly turning around as your hands moved to my back. Your look wasn't cold. It was curious, a bit sad. You didn't know what had made me cry, why the sobs became more and more frequent when we were together.

“I love you so much...” I said, giving up and throwing myself into your arms. I didn't expect you to return my affection, but you did, you hugged me back.

“Hey, hey, come on... Don't cry,” you said, rubbing my back while my hands hung on your dress. “What’s wrong?”

“It's just that I... I don't know if...” I said stammering, not wanting to separate myself from your arms, enjoying that sudden and rare display of affection. “I don't know if you love me.”

“What?” You asked startled, turning away abruptly. Your gaze grew cold, like those times when you lost your mind for no reason. “Why do you say so?”

“I don't know, Donna, I... I don't feel... Loved...” I confessed, moving a bit away from your trembling body. Your breathing became dangerously fast.

“Don't you feel loved? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, changing your seemingly understanding attitude to an angry one, to a dangerous gleam in your eye.

“I don't know, Donna, I…” I stammered backing away until my back was against the counter. I felt cornered. Were you unable to understand me?

Surely because of the abrupt tone you used, you relaxed, knowing that, once again, you were scaring me. I couldn't know what your disturbed mind was thinking, what kind of paranoia you were imagining.

“Come here,” you ordered in a soft voice, opening your arms. I couldn't resist more hugs from you. I was unable to resist you.

You hugged me lovingly, resting my head on your chest and surrounding it with your hands. That's what I needed, Donna. I needed your love, your affection. That was all I needed and you, you were incapable of giving it to me.

“Let me show you how much I love you...” You whispered before lifting my chin and kissing my lips slowly, softly, tenderly, apparently far from any ulterior motive. If I didn't know you, I would have believed you, I would have believed that you did it because you were going to change your attitude, because you were going to love me just the way I needed.

But I've been with you for a long time, Donna. I knew what you were like.

I kissed you. I clung to your waist. It was a tender, innocent kiss that stopped being so very soon. Your hands roamed my chest as your kisses intensified. I could have stopped you, slapped you and made you let my body go. I didn’t want to do it. I was addicted to your kisses, to your caresses. My stupid desire was stronger than the will to make that I am not an object clear to you.

“I'm going to love you...” You whispered as you slowly turned me around, forcing my hands to rest against the counter. I felt your eager body against mine, your soft caresses, your kisses on the back of my neck while you separated my legs.

I closed my eyes, letting your hands get into my dress, my underwear being snatched from me, sliding down my ankles.

“Donna... Please,” I said, panting when I noticed your erection against my body, when I felt how much you wanted to do it. I couldn't tell if I was asking you not to do it, or not to stop. The sadness was still inside me, but my body was only capable of feeling your skin against mine. Maybe it was my fault, for letting you drive me crazy, for stopping me from being myself, from speaking, from trying to understand why you did the things you did.

Your hands separated from my body and your kisses relaxed. I knew what you were doing. I know that your clothes were bothering you, that you wanted desperately to take me with the poor excuse of showing me that you loved me.

You lowered the black fabric that prevented you from connecting directly with my skin while I desperately tried to resist your heat. I didn't make any effort, I let you spread my legs even further, and I moaned when I felt you inside me.

You did it slowly, but that didn't make it an act of love. At least for me, did you really consider loving me mean to have sex with me? It was something I hadn't thought about, but that my head did from time to time. Maybe it wasn't your fault. Maybe it was mine for not stopping to think about what you thought love was or what love meant to you.

You moved your hips slowly, making my body adapt to yours, making my walls hug you as if they were completely independent. My body loved you, Donna, I loved you.

“Sei bellisima... Ti amo...” You gasped in my ear, surrounding my body with your hands. If you only knew how empty those words sounded, how little by little they stopped producing that knot in my stomach.

Do you really need to fuck me to tell me those things? I was beginning to think about that theory, the theory that you, Donna Beneviento, lord of Mother Miranda, lonely and strange woman, didn’t know how to truly love. Could I blame you for that? I still wasn't sure.

“Donna...” I moaned when I felt your soft kisses on my neck, when the rhythm of your hips combined with your caresses. You clung to my body as if you were going to lose it and mine, mine just enjoyed it.

“My love...” You sighed, putting a hand on my head to lower it, so that my body was more accessible to you. “Your body feels… So good…”

Yours too

That's what my confused mind thought. The shy moans that came out of my mouth revealed that I was enjoying it, that my body wanted more and more of you. I let myself be carried away by desire. I stopped thinking about my worries for a moment. I shouldn't have gotten carried away, but I did. My body hugged you tirelessly, my hips moved in time with yours, forcing you to stay inside me as long as possible. I couldn't, I didn't want to, but you were about to push me over the edge, once again.

Your gasps became messy and the soft hands and kisses on my neck stopped. Your nails grabbed my waist under my dress while you moved me your way. There were no more seductive words in Italian, no more I love you, or anything. Only moans, only gasps that betrayed your lack of self-control.

Your body trembled and you leaned into mine as your heat invaded my core. You stayed hugged to me, not letting a drop of your seed leave my body. You kept me close. You stayed inside me, as if you wanted to make something clear to me. What? How was I supposed to know?

“Cara mia...” You sighed, leaving me free after kissing my shoulder, turning me around. I was enjoying it, but I couldn't let my body shake, my back arch in an orgasm that seemed inevitable. I liked it, Donna, but for some reason my eyes really wanted to cry.

I put on my clothes, letting your heat pass through my panties because I was in a hurry to stop feeling exposed. Your smile made me angry. It made me feel a fire inside me that was fighting to burn you.

“You see? I love you,” you said tenderly, caressing my wet cheek. When that tear made contact with your skin, your face changed and your brow furrowed. “Why are you crying? You didn’t like it?”

“You don't understand, do you?” I hissed, pushing your hand away from my face and shoving you roughly by the shoulders. “This is not what I want, Donna!” I screeched, pushing you away when you tried to get closer. If you only knew how much I suffered taking you away from me...

“What? Why are you yelling at me?” You asked, blinking in shock. “What have I done wrong?”

I growled desperately, not understanding your confused attitude. You weren't an idiot, Donna. I knew you weren’t.”

“What have you done wrong? What have you done right, Donna?” I asked back, walking towards you. I felt angry, furious, powerful… I felt that I could intimidate you, without thinking about the consequences.

“I don't understand you,” you stuttered when your back was cornered by a wall. “Don’t, don't talk to me like that, please...”

Were you scared? Good.

“I'm fed up, Donna. What do you think I am? A doll, an object? A toy for your cock? Tell me, what am I?!”

“You're making me nervous,” you said, shaking your head, breathing hard. No, your mental problems were not going to help you at all. If you were going to have a crisis, so be it. Today I regret having thought that way.

“Answer me, damn it! Don’t play the fool!” I yelled, hitting the wall right next to your head. Your whole body trembled with terror, your breathing became more and more complicated and your hands pulled your hair tightly.

“No... No... Shut up, shut up!” You squeaked nervously, closing your eye so as not to look at me. At that moment I came to my senses, but I still wanted answers, or rather, I wanted to tell you what I thought.

“Do you love me?” I asked with a cold voice, not feeling all the pity I wanted to feel when I saw you lose your nerve.

“I...Io...” You stammered, unable to look at my face.

“Come on, speak clearly, it's not that difficult,” I said with a mocking smile, removing my hands from your hair so that you wouldn't hurt yourself. “Donna, look at me. Look at my face and tell me you love me.”

You looked at me, you opened your eye to look at me. You were crying, you were shaking. You were broken because of me, because of you.

“I just showed you that I love you...” You said, recovering your breath, separating yourself from the wall.

“What? You mean fucking me on the counter? Yes, so much love...” I said ironically causing you to shake your head, again with that confused look.

“Isn't that enough for you?” You asked. It wasn't a joke, you asked seriously.

“Of course it’s not. Do you think that making love is the only way to love someone?”

“It's the only way I know,” you said in your defense, making you nervous again.

That phrase stuck in my heart, making me make the most horrible decision of my life.

“I understand, Donna,” I said, nodding, sighing and pushing away the tears that didn’t stop running down my cheek. “Well let me tell you something…”

I got a bit closer, just a bit closer. You retreated in vain, you were trapped between my body and the wall.

“You have no idea about love, or loving someone. You don't know what it's like to walk hand in hand with the person you love, laugh with them, cry with them. No, you only know how to do what your body asks of you. And you think that's love? How wrong I was about you.”

“Wait... Wait...” You said when I turned around, ready to leave the kitchen, to leave your house forever. “Please, please... Don't leave...”

“Why?” I asked, waiting for an answer that would convince me to let my heart stop me from walking away from you. “Come on, Donna, why don't you want me to leave? There are many girls in the village, I'm sure they would be willing to spread their legs for you.”

“Don't say that... Don't talk about me that way!” You screamed, now, enraged, desperate, grabbing my arm to prevent me from moving  away.

“That's what you've shown me,” I said confidently, breaking free from your grip. “Come on, Donna. Tell me why you don't want me to leave... Come on, tell me! Or I swear you'll never see me again.”

“Don't do this to me,” you sobbed, hurting me with your nails on my arm.

“Well, say it, say what you feel!”

“I don't want you to leave because... Because I love you!”

I stopped for a moment. I wish that had been enough for me.

“You're... You're right... I... I don't know how to love... I've never fallen in love with anyone and you... I...” You said nervously, loosening your grip. I wish it had worked for me. “I didn't know what to do.”

“You didn't know what to do?” I asked, changing my anger for curiosity.

“I had never felt those things... I had never dared to let someone love me,” you continued explaining, mysteriously embarrassed by something. “So… I… I asked someone for advice.”

“Advice?” I asked strangely. You nodded

“Someone... told me what I should do. Someone told me that you probably didn't want to do... Well, all those romantic things in movies. That she knew you and you were not… Not a… Um… Cheesy girl.”

An amused smile inevitably formed on my face. I wanted to leave, I really did, but for some reason, I started to think that it wasn't your fault, but someone else's.

“Cheesy?” I asked amused, stamping my feet on the ground impatiently.

“Yes... I... She told me that was out of fashion, that girls nowadays just needed... Well, you know... She told me that if I wanted you to love me, I should act that way.”

I couldn't help but laugh, to which you frowned, offended.

“Please, Donna...” I said laughing, cupping your face with my hands. Your look betrayed a terrible shame. “Who is the stupid girl who told you that?”

“Da, Da, Daniela,” you admitted, head down, unable to look at my face.

“Daniela? Daniela Dimitrescu?” I asked with a frown, sighing. I finally understood everything. Damn big mouth vampire, she almost ruined my relationship. You nodded again, raising your hands to mine, caressing me in that tender way, in that way that I wanted so much. “Did you ask Daniela Dimitrescu for advice?”

“I don't see where the fun is. Don’t, don't make fun of me,” you said embarrassed, removing my hands from your face and crossing your arms.

“How do you think about listening to her? She doesn't know me that much... I only bring her vegetables,” I said amused, taking your hands again, which refused to let go.

“That's what she told me. I had no reason not to listen to her,” you said defensively.

“Well, I'm going to give you one reason,” I said, throwing myself at your lips, kissing you happily, discovering that you were not the horrible person you made me believe you were. “I love you, Donna,” I whispered into your lips, while you kissed me back. The salt from our tears gave it a sad touch, but also intense.

“I love you, I love you,” you stammered, resting your forehead on mine.

“Listen to me, Donna... Be yourself, okay? You are a wonderful woman, I know you are,” I said, stroking your black hair. “Act the way your heart tells you.”

“I want... I want to make you feel loved... I want, I want to kiss you all the time. I want to hug you. I want to make you mine, but only if you want it too and... I want to tell you that I love you for hours...”

I smiled satisfied. The woman I had fallen in love with was right there in front of me. All the regret, the suffering that her attitude had caused me, was the result of bad advice. Surely Daniela also needed someone to love. But first, Donna.

“No more advice, uh?”  I said amused when, finally, I could see a smile on your face as you shook your head. “Come on, let's do something together, something romantic. Do you want to?”  I asked, ending that absurd argument.

“Yes, I, I really want to... For a long time,” you said, sighing, caressing my face, kissing me lovingly, with no other intentions. You just wanted to love me like I deserved, right? How stupid I have been.

“Well, let's do it then,” I said, hanging from your neck, without stopping kissing you.

“That you said before...” You murmured, speaking with difficulty due to my kisses. “That thing about walking under the stars…”

“Oh, you mean that cheesy thing?” I answered amused, making you roll your eye, embarrassed.

“I would really like to...” You said whispering, resting your forehead on mine again.

“Me too, Donna, me too...”

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Obviously, the reference this time is Tantanik.【Donna Beneviento x painter oc（Tobias Esposito）】