WHAT THE HECK THIS IS SO COOL

WHAT THE HECK THIS IS SO COOL

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Of Love and Comfort

A/N: This short fic is a gift to @mikasa-imadebiscults! I hope you like it, my fren :D (There is so much fluff omg).

Summary: Donna comforts you when you feel insecure.

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x FEM! Reader

Warnings: Smut and insecurities (Donna quickly chases them away though).

The sweet aroma of the roses filled your senses, casting a gentle haze in your mind. The manor was strangely quiet in the still afternoon sun, for the little doll in charge of causing all the chaos had left the estate at sunrise to visit Castle Dimitrescu.

Of course, this had all been planned by Donna; with Angie out of the house and the smaller porcelain dolls told to roam around the newly installed treehouse in the garden, that left the Beneviento estate free from any prying eyes and ears.

Perfect for a little get-away for you and your lovely dollmaker.

The radio had long since been turned off, the curtains of the kitchen draped shut, and the beautifully scented rose candles set alight to allow small bursts of auburn light to decorate the dining room. A dumb smile was strewn across your face as you gazed tenderly at the Italian woman sitting in front of you. Her veil was off, allowing the tendrils of her Cadou scar to move around wildly without restriction. Her plum lips were curled in a sly smile and a red blush dusted her cheeks, stemming from her face and reaching to the tips of her ears. Donna’s raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, curling near her breasts and giving her jaw a softer feel. 

And…Oh Mother Miranda.

The way she looked at you sent a strange coil down your stomach, heating up your skin and making your soul burn with desire. In a way, her gaze reminded you of a jaguar, like she was sizing you up before she’d pounce, pinning you against the naked carpet with a hand between your legs and filthy thoughts in her mind. 

Fuck. 

Just the thought of that was already allowing arousal to pool between your legs.

A small clang to the wineglass rescued you from your thoughts, and your eyes drew back to the dollmaker in front of you. Donna looked like she was holding that glass cup for dear life, squeezing the neck so hard that you were surprised it didn’t shatter in her strong grip. The red liquid sloshed rhythmically, and her fingernails scratched against the delicate material.

“There’s my dolcezza,” Donna drawled, pressing the open rimmed cup to her lips. “I was worried that I was slowly losing her to my wine glass. Surely, tesoro, you do not think that my cup is more interesting than I am, right~?”

Before you could respond, Donna pushed her chair back, setting the cup of wine somewhere on the table before rising to her full height. The way she looked at you was dangerous. 

“Or, is something else plaguing my tesoro’s mind? Something a little more naughty?” She cooed, smirking when your cheeks darkened and a squeak escaped your lips. A pale, calloused hand slides up your thigh as she leans in to capture your mouth with hers, eager and desperate.

Then, almost as if it belonged to a whole different person, Donna’s tongue shyly prodded against the opening of your lips, a silent question in the air.

Is this okay?

Love blooming in your chest, you eagerly grant her tongue passage, whimpering as Donna deepened the kiss. Your hands grab at her desperately, feeling that need to hold her consume you whole. 

To your dismay, the dollmaker pulls away from you, an apologetic smile alight on her face as she strokes your arm lovingly. You whine at the loss of contact, pressing a finger over your lips as if the lone digit could somehow replicate the tingles the kiss sparked. A low laugh erupts from the other woman, and you turn to her, a question in your eyes. Donna gestures to the table separating you two, and the reason for her suddenly pulling away immediately became obvious. 

Then, in a couple of long, confident strides, she moves to you and grabs your arm. That dangerous look was back, and you squeezed your legs together.

“Come on, amore,” Donna finally purrs, placing your palm against her breast, “I think it’s best to continue this in the bedroom.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice. 

Immediately, you shot up from your chair and eagerly started dragging the Italian woman to your shared chambers. You didn’t care if you seemed desperate, for the fire burning between your legs was at the forefront of your mind, and with each passing second it grew more and more unbearable. By this point, some of your slick had already escaped from the thin fabric of your underwear and was clinging to your thighs, ever so persistent. 

You open the door with more force than was necessary.

The chamber was lightly furnished; it held a rocking chair, two wardrobes, and a shelf filled to the brim with various botanical books.

And, of course, the bed. 

The plush gray mattress housed an assortment of pillows, and while it was neatly made now, you were sure that your rendezvous with Donna was going to mess it up. Quickly, you sit on the bed and tug your lover’s arm insistently.

Donna let out another loving laugh, draping her strong arms around your shoulders as she cooed in your ear,

“Someone’s certainly eager.”

“It’s not my fault,” you shoot back, “You’re gorgeous. Anyone would kill to be in my position right now.”

Was it possible for a dollmaker to glow? Because, with the way Donna’s body immediately brightened and how her grin reached her eyes, she almost seemed to sparkle. Her Cadou scar danced, waving its tendrils at you joyfully. The sight filled you with an indescribable happiness, surging up from your chest and causing your heart to skip a beat. Reverently, you cup her face and connect your lips once more.

Donna’s purple suit was the first to go, revealing to you a pretty black bra which hugged her chest perfectly. Your eyes roam around the newly exposed skin, feeling your heart race once more as heat licked your cunt. Slowly, Donna unzipped her pants as well, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips as your eyes locked on her black panties. A heady scent filled the air, and any remnants of the cold’s chill was quickly chased out. When she removed her bra, too, you felt any chances of saving your underwear go down the drain.

Her creamy legs were slightly spread, as if they were beckoning you to come forward. She was half laying down, her arms pushed back to support her weight as she thrusted her hips forward. A small mole rested on the top of her inner thigh, and you had an incredible urge to gently roam your hands over her soft stomach. 

Fuck, she looked so perfect.

Suddenly, you felt a sliver of fear spark inside you. Lying in front of you was your Donna, beautiful in every way possible…but you…

In an instant, the room started to feel stuffy as a terrible doubt spread in your mind. The arms that you had used to pin Donna against the bed retreat, and you pull on your clothes fearfully.

What if Donna doesn’t like what she sees? Would her eyes fill up with disgust? Would she push you out of the room and leave without another word? 

A small part of you knew these thoughts were stupid–Donna loved you and she would be the last person to ever judge off your looks–but that didn’t stop that wild fear from spreading in your gut. 

“Amore mio, are you alright?”

Strong, loving arms cradle your body in an instant, briefly giving you reprise of your self doubts. Donna pressed her lips to your forehead and gently tangled her fingers in your hair.

“Cara mia, what’s wrong? Is this too much? If it is, we can stop and just cuddle.”

Immediately, you shake your head and press yourself ever closer to your lover. A hot red blush crept up on your cheeks, not out of arousal, but of embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing, my love. I just…” Your voice trails off, unable to put your thoughts into coherent sentences. Your self consciousness grew tenfold then, and before you knew it there were tears in your eyes, blurring your vision and making your voice go wobbly.

By the Black God, why am I so stupid? You had already ruined the sexy mood with your pathetic thoughts, and now you were forcing Donna to soothe you, too. 

You don’t deserve her, a horrid voice whispered, spitting out the words like they were venom. You’re fucking ugly, and as soon as she sees what you truly look like, she’d leave you in an instant. You’re nothing but a disgusting peasant.

“Cara mia!” 

Donna’s worried voice startles you out of your thoughts, and before you knew it the Italian woman was stroking your back lovingly, whispering soothing words into your ears and peppering your body with kisses. Even her growth was gently patting your face, and the unusual sight brought a shaky smile to your lips. You nuzzle yourself against the crook of Donna’s neck, nearly losing yourself to your lover’s familiar scent before she started to speak,

“Amore mio, look at me. That was not nothing.” A calloused hand tenderly dried away the traitorous tears that fell without your permission.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. We’re a team, remember? You’re always so good at driving away my rain clouds. Please let me do the same for you.” Donna whispered that last part, pulling you ever closer to her naked chest as she kissed your nose. 

Bit by bit, you feel that horrible, stuffy feeling start to recede. And, while the voice wasn’t fully silenced yet, it was growing quieter with every second that passed by. You press a hand to your heart and notice belatedly that it wasn’t beating as wildly anymore.   

Slowly, you take in a deep breath, and start to speak,

“Fuck, I just…” you trail off and gesture at your body, where your shirt was already beginning to wrinkle from your position on the bed. Donna presses another kiss to your cheek, urging you to continue.

“I’m scared, Donna. I’m scared of how you’ll react to seeing my body.” You let out a mirthless laugh.

“I’m…I’m not as beautiful as the other maidens. I have so many imperfections and I’m so nervous. I want to have sex with you, my love, but I can’t just get rid of this damn anxiety.”

Donna goes quiet, her whole body stilling as she takes your words in. Worry churns in your stomach, and you can feel the regret start to bloom inside you. Fuck, I shouldn’t have opened my damn mouth–

Then, Donna’s lips crash into yours.

You squeak, cheeks turning crimson as she pulls you impossibly close. The dollmaker lets out a soft moan as her tongue once again explores the inside of your mouth, and she strokes the back of your neck with a calloused hand.

You try not to focus on soft breasts pressing against your own, or the way Donna’s nipples were hardening. 

Eventually, the two of you come up for air, though Donna still doesn’t quite let go of your body. Her hands clasp in yours and her eye shone protectively. The look makes your lower region burn again.

“You are so beautiful, amore,” She practically growls out. “And, while you may not see it yet, that doesn’t make it any less true. Everytime I gaze at you, I feel so happy because you are my tesoro.”

Then, ever so gently, she presses your foreheads close.

“And I am yours.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms with the blanket draped above to keep you warm. But then, Donna leans in to kiss you, and you feel your body get aroused again. A whine leaves your lips faster than you could quell it, an act which causes a chuckle to escape the other woman. She presses her mouth against your collarbone and sucks on the skin there. You could already see a hickey forming as she releases, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. However, her face quickly softens and she cups your face, love in her gray eye.

“Cara mia, do you still want to continue?”

Shyly, you nod, even as insecurity wrangles your heart. You place your own hand over hers and kiss your dollmaker once again.

“Yes, my love,” You say at last.

Donna smiles, and her scar caresses you once again. 

“I’ll show you how much I truly adore you, Cara mia. Each and every part of you.”

Her words cause more wetness to seep from your cunt and you whimper again, squeezing your thighs desperately. Your arousal increases tenfold when Donna slowly untangles herself from your embrace, giving you a full view of her large pale breasts and panties. 

“See something you like, amore?” Donna teases, a twinkle in her eye.

Embarrassed, you start to stammer, trying desperately to find the words that could truly encapsulate Donna’s beauty.

Eventually, you give up and instead hide your face between your hands. Donna stepped closer to you, and started to gently unbutton your shirt.

“Is this alright, amore?” 

You swallow, trying to ignore your ugly thoughts. You would give it a try; you trusted Donna, after all.

“More than alright, my love.” 

Another pulse of arousal shot through you as your lover slowly removed your shirt. She did the same to your bra, easily unclasping it with her skilled digits. You closed your eyes when your bare torso was finally revealed to Donna, not wanting to see your ugly self.

Then, to your surprise, Donna growls out,

“Bellissima, amore mio. You are utterly perfect.”

“W-what?” You squeak out, feeling like an inferno is setting ablaze on your face. Donna slides a hand between your legs as she trails kisses down your stomach, kissing every blemish that she came across.

“You’re so beautiful, Cara mia.” She purrs, pulling away from your stomach to gaze at your face. A few moments later, she leans in, her mouth a centimeter away from your ear as she whispers, “I wonder how gorgeous you’ll look when you squirm under my touch.”

On any other day, you would be screaming internally, wondering where a recursive dollmaker learned to be so seductive. Instead though, your eyes brim with tears once again and you nuzzle against Donna’s neck. Below, you could feel her hands start to wander.

Giggling softly, Donna sucks on a nipple and slowly rubs your clothed pussy. She smirks at the way you bucked your hips at her desperately. Your whole body was on fire, as if you were made up of flames that only Donna’s touch could quell. Heart racing, you gaze up at the Italian woman in front of you, briefly awestruck. Her raven hair was slightly frayed now and her eyes glowed with want. She bit her bottom lip, and a red hue littered her face and chest. 

You swallow. Even after months of dating, you still could scarcely believe that you were lucky enough to date her. Donna kneads the other breast roughly as her knuckles move in a circular motion against your cloth covered clit. Though her touch was soft, she was gripping your body possessively, leaving marks in its wake. The pain sent an electric thrill across you, making you lean into your lover as you whimpered pleas for her to continue. 

A smirk was slowly curling around Donna’s lips as she teased your hole. You, on the other hand, was furiously rubbing your pussy against her skillful hand, desperate for more friction. 

“Please, my love, stop the teasing,” You beg, dragging your nails across Donna’s back. 

The smug look on your lover’s face grew even brighter. 

 “I didn’t expect you to cave in so quickly, amore. Does my touch really do that to you? Turn you into a gorgeous, needy puddle desperate all for me?” 

She pulled her hand away from your apex, causing a choked sob to escape from your lips. 

“Black God, tesoro. You’ve already made such a mess on my fingers. But..I can’t wait to see what my pollen does to you.”

You pull away at her words, mouth agape as you stilled to process her words. Your underwear was utterly drenched at this point, and the slick was starting to show through the fabric of your pants. Every bit of your body screamed to be reunited with her touch, ever so drawn to it like a phoenix to flame. You were truly under her mercy now, and it was only a matter of time before she’d pounce again.

Slowly, Donna withdrew a small vial from her hair (If you weren’t so damn distracted you would’ve questioned how it managed to stay there) and steadily uncorked the wooden lid. Its rich jasmine aroma seeped into the room and you could feel your cunt clench in anticipation. Donna licked her lips, a dangerous look taking over her as she crawled on top of you. She pressed a light kiss to your neck.

“Do you trust me, amore?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod. A mix of fear and excitement broiled in your stomach as your gaze clung onto the vial in her hands. A part of you blanched at the idea of trying something new, but a larger, stronger part was eager to discover what it would do to you. You knew Donna would never hurt you. Your lover kissed you again.

“Cara mia, I’m going to tip this vial to your face. I want you to inhale it for me, alright?” 

She massaged your arms as she talked and trailed her fingers around your skin. You suck in a breath and murmur,

“Okay.”

Steadily, Donna began to tug your pants down before throwing it unceremoniously onto the wooden floor of the bedroom. Then, she presses the pollen in front of you, urging you to inhale. Like a good girl, you do as you’re told. Seconds later, you felt as if your whole body was on fire.

With a gasp, you pull away, nearly causing your lover to drop the vial onto the mattress. There was a fierce ache between your thighs, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You whimper, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to give yourself some semblance of a release. The clothes clung to you incessantly, and your fingers fumbled to take them off. You felt so so hot, and your cunt ached for your lover’s touch.

Luckily for you, Donna was just as desperate as you were.

Her skilled hands maneuvered to your unbuttoned shirt, palming at your breasts. Donna’s fingers played with your hardened nipples before she released them and slid her hand downward. Her touch was cool, a much needed savior to your fiery hot skin. She pressed a kiss to your temple as her fingers ghosted over your cloth-covered clit. 

“Assolutamente perfetto,” The dollmaker rumbled, bringing your body closer to hers. “Don’t let that damned mind of yours tell you otherwise.”

Before you had a chance to open your mouth to protest, she ripped your underwear off and threw it somewhere across the room. Her tongue swirled around your neck, and her sweet cants made you whine with need. 

The first stroke to your pussy was slow and deliberate, as if your lover was merely testing the embers to the flame. 

“Do you feel that, my beautiful, gorgeous love?” she purred, sliding a finger to press against your aching clit. She flicked it once, chuckling at your desperation. 

“That’s how I feel every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Another flick. Your slick trailed down her hand, pooling somewhere on the bed as Donna slipped a single, wet digit inside your throbbing cunt. She looped a free arm around your neck, a myriad of coos falling from her lips.

“I’m absolutely crazy around you.”

You rocked your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you started to blabber incoherently. Your hands scramble to find purchase on Donna’s shoulders, trying to stabilize your trembling figure. 

Already, the pressure in your lower area was building. You throw your head back, a fierce blush taking over your cheeks. It must have been the pollen; You’ve never gotten so close to the edge so fast with your own fingers.

Noticing your reaction, Donna snarled, sinking her teeth into your soft neck as she quickened her pace. Her hair was a frazzled mess now; the tangled thing spilling over her shoulders and sticking out in various angles. 

Oh how you longed to pull her hair.

You never got the chance, though. Her thrusts were faster now, fingers curling inside your cunt and bringing forth a slew of emotions. Her thumb was still flicking your bud relentlessly, making it pulse with need. There was so much slick escaping you, but you barely felt any embarrassment. Your body was burning, begging for Donna’s touch, and you would do anything for her to let you cum. 

“Such a good girl you are,” Donna murmured, twisting a nipple. The Cadou scar writhed eagerly, no doubt influenced by the dollmaker’s excitement.

“I want to see how hard you’ll cum for me.”

Without giving you much time to react, she slips in a fourth finger and growls, shoving them deep inside you. The bed creaked noisily from her action, moving up and down in tandem with her thrusts. You moan, your mouth curled into a scream as she finally brings you over the edge. Donna rubbed your clit gently, helping you ride out your orgasm.

There is a soft kiss pressed to your nose before she wraps you up in her arms. Though her face was slick with sweat, her eyes shone, twinkling like the gems she’d give you on your dates. The way she looked at you was so lovingly fond, as if—in this very moment—you were the only worthwhile thing glimmering in her life. 

You nuzzle against her chest, feeling a pleased sigh escape you. Donna peppered your face with kisses, humming quietly. These were the moments you cherished the most in life; moments where it was only the two of you basking in each other’s prescience. Donna could take her mind off of her relentless demons, and you could forgo any insecurities that were plaguing you.

Already, your eyelids were beginning to droop and a yawn escaped your lips. A hand moved up to massage your scalp, and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you let the careful arms of sleep carry you away.

As the world began to darken and the sounds outside your skull became muffled, you heard the gentle whispering of your love.

“Rest easy, amore mio. I will be here when you wake up.”

“Always?” Your voice felt small, as if fearing her answer. 

Donna wrapped her arms around your torso, pulling you ever closer to her.

“Forever.”

Can she step on me (respectfully)?

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This is giving me the intense urge to crochet Donna 💀

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WAKE UP GUYS A NEW FIC DROPPED

I just posted the first chapter of my new Reader/Donna Beneviento fic! It’s an arranged marriage story with a dynamic that’s somewhere between strangers-to-lovers and enemies-to-lovers. I’m looking forward to delving deeper into the plot I have planned. This story will have a very different feel from my previous Reader/Donna fic, which has been making it quite interesting to write. Hope you guys enjoy 🙂

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