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

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Donna Beneviento SFW & NSFW Hcs

(A/N- I wrote this for one of my good friends @banananutmuffin28. Tar if you’re reading this, I hope you like this and have a wonderful birthday)

(Warning: AFAB! Reader, SFW and NSFW content)

SFW

- She loves to just spend time with you, even when the both of you are not saying anything just your company is enough for her.

- Likes to make you small things that she handcrafted, stuff like miniature dolls of you and her holding hands.

- Has a journal that she occasionally writes in about her life. She’ll have multiple pages about you and all the kind things you do for her that make her feel all happy inside.

- Cooking together with you when it’s raining hard and you can hear the muffled pitter-patter of the rain hitting against the roof is one of her most cherished memories of you.

- Does a lot of acts of service and gift giving for you. Whenever she gives you something she always gets a little nervous because she thinks you won’t like it. Though whenever she sees you loving the gift, she’ll have a blush dusted on her cheeks with a smile.

NSFW

- She’s a switch. It depends on what her partner wants to do. When she’s domming she’s mainly a service dom or a soft dom (save me Soft Dom Donna 😩) When she’s subbing she tends to be a needy sub.

- Eye contact makes her a little shy, especially when she’s submissive. Her cheeks will be so red. And if you tease her, she might just explode.

- She thrives on the feeling of being deep inside you with her fingers, curling them just how you like it. (Oh to be Donna’s partner-)

- Pulls your hair whenever you eat her out, firm but very gentle at the same time.

- If you decide to worship her body she will be surprised to say the least (the woman was too stunned to speak). Not to mention if you compliment and kiss the scar on her face she will fall even harder in love.

- For aftercare, she loves to be intimate. You holding and telling her how well she did or vice versa. Cuddling while tiredness consumes the both of you after a long session.

Masterlist

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

OMG THESE ARE HILARIOUS AND ADORABLE

Resident Lover doodles~

WHAT THE HECK THIS IS SO COOL

Hehe 🥰

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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.”

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 🙂

I don’t think this fic had enough love! It was so cute :D

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...”

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

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🌌 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

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🧍‍♀️human-lilly

Haha i love getting probed ;) ;)

🦇 battie-haver

Ok that's it post closed everyone go home