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thisgirlnamedblusy · 24 days

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Colud you write about possessive Donna?? Maybe they have sex, Donna's mind is messed up and she ends up being too rough with the reader.She sees that reader is crying, so she stops and comforts her. Donna feels guilty and tries to do everything to make reader feel better. Seeing her love like this makes her feel terrible and she also ends up crying but reader tells her nothing is wrong because she only felt like it was too much.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))

PS: To the anon who sent me a request on Sunday, yk, the request about a village girl with a scar. I made a mistake and deleted it form my inbox without meaning to. I'm so sorry... Could you please send it to me again??? Thank you and again, sorry about the mistake :(

I want you to be mine

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities, Donna's POV, Donna being Donna

Word count: 6,367

Summary: I don't want you to leave me...

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

“How could you think I would love someone like you? Just look at you, you're a monster,” you said, in an empty, dark room, only lit by your presence.

“You told me you loved me,” I answered, reaching out, moving my hand, trying to touch you, to make that illusion disappear. My voice sounded distorted, barely audible. Tears tried unsuccessfully to run down my cheeks.

“I will never love you, Donna, never…” you whispered, walking away from my attempts to find you, to reach you…

It was impossible, your legs walked gracefully on that black floor, mine seemed to be sunk in quicksand.

“(Y/N), please,” I begged, you didn't hear me. You kept walking, moving away from me. “(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

Darkness loomed over me.

“No... No...” I sighed, moving around in bed, opening my only eye to see that the same darkness surrounded me, but it was no longer the same. The sound of the wood creaking, my body soaked in sweat covered by soft sheets... I was at home.

I sat up trying to control my nervous breathing, the involuntary tremors of my body due to that horrible nightmare. I had woken up and the sound of your deep breathing served as a balm for my ears. You hadn't left. You were there, as always.

Since I met you I haven't stopped thinking of a thousand and one ways to lose you. You came to my house by chance, you walked along paths you shouldn't have, you dared to enter the forest, to fight the illusions that formed in your mind, and what for? To sell me your fabrics, to try to do business with me, with someone like me.

No one had come close in years, and I can't blame them for that. I, Donna Beneviento, village Lord and the very image of terror itself was too dangerous for any fool who dare to bother me. The difference was, you were not a fool.

A smile, a hot one, the lack of trembling from your body when I opened the door… No, you were nothing like I had seen before, you were different. I only needed to look at you to know that. You were a normal, ordinary girl, with a normal, ordinary job, what could possibly be going on in the head of a girl like you to want to meet someone like me?

I still don't know the answer to that question, to the question of why you came the next day, why you did it again. Day after day, your smile came to my door. Smiles that came from your lips, glances that came from those beautiful, perfect eyes. It was like looking into a distorted mirror, as if you were the beauty the Black Gods took from me.

It might seem like a bad joke, that you were a stupid, daring woman who only played with my fragile feelings. I only had to show you my true face, remove my black veil from my head and be honest with you, show you what kind of horrible creature you were smiling at. It didn't change, damn it, that smile didn't change, your steps walked close to me, your hands brushed mine, settled on my waist, you kissed me.

A dream, an illusion that my disturbed mind had created… That was what you were for me those first days. The habit of seeing you wake up, of seeing you rest by my side, sleep, read, chat, make love... Everything was enough to calm my nerves, so, no matter how much I pinched myself and closed my eyes, you would still be there, with me, making my loneliness disappear.

For you every day was good, they all made you smile; everything I did, every word I said seemed to have the same effect on you as your mere presence on me.

But I’m not a woman like you, I’m not normal, I’m fear itself, a Lord, a crazy, unhinged person, a sick one. You knew it… And… Even so, even so, you stayed with me.

Those problems disappeared with just a sigh from your lips, with one of your incredible smiles. It's a shame that life was always cruel to me, that the voices in my head gave me nightmares, made me scream, made me want to hurt you.

Despite everything, your warm body continued sleeping as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't snuck into my mind again, to torture me.

I sighed, passing my hand over my sweaty forehead, shaking my head, denying to myself that it had only been a bad dream.

For the moment it is…

Those threats were constant, and little by little I learned to live without them, but always, at the least expected moment, those horrible voices came back, harassing me, warning me of dangers that I shouldn't know existed.

Little by little, after caressing your face, I got out of bed. You growled annoyed, surely because I was interrupting a beautiful dream, one in which I was what you wanted, and not… A monster.

I walked slowly through the dark hallways. I walked to take a shower, to get rid of that terrifying sweat due to a not-so-distant future, of my fears.

Not even the hot water could make me forget those eyes, the smile that was no longer on your face, those words of hate and disgust, the way you walked away from me. Like a statue, I remembered each one of those images as the water went down, while in front of me, I could only see your face, your face of hate.

“Donna?” a voice asked, your voice, behind the curtains. I, waking from a waking dream, from the constant repetition of your words of rejection, blinked and cleared my throat to fake a smile.

“Come in, tesoro,” I said softly, drawing back the curtains. Yes, it had been a nightmare, your smile was adorning your face again as you yawned adorably. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, well, yes, but it doesn't matter... It was time to get up,” you said shaking your head, kissing me quickly, giving me your lips again.

Enjoy it while you can…

“Taci,” I answered abruptly with a growl, I responded to the voice that snuck into my happiest moment, when you were so close to me, when I felt like you hadn't left, that I could enjoy you one more day, just one more day…

“Sorry?” you asked confused, with a frown but without losing your smile. “Did you say something, darling?”

“No,” I said coldly, dryly, denying myself my own demons, the voices that wanted to separate me from you.

You nodded distrustfully, knowing I was lying. You always know everything.

“Mm, okay…” you said, dragging out your words, studying my gaze, lifting my chin so you could see my lie better. “Do you mind if I join you?”

I shook my head, my eye being blessed by your hands undressing you, by your perfect body in front of me, by those little gifts that brightened my lonely life and that I didn't know when they would end.

“Uhh, it's hot,” you said amused when you entered the shower, washing away the sleep that was visible on your tired face, letting the water run over your body in a way you knew that drove me crazy.

But it wasn't the time. Your voice, your horrible words, your silent walk away from me were still present in my mind, they would always be present.

You sighed from the pleasure of that comforting shower and my body moved on its own, fearful like my thoughts, sick like my mind. My arms went around your waist, pulling you until you were leaning against me, until the water was rhythmically running down our naked bodies and my head was resting on your shoulder.

You laughed, as always, you returned those caresses by running your hands through mine, closing your eyes to enjoy that moment, maybe the last one.

Remember it, she will leave soon…

The voices came back, but I bit my tongue. I was ashamed of having those problems, of you seeing me as what I am, a sick, disturbed and dangerous crazy woman, a crazy woman madly in love with you.

“Do you know what I dreamed about?” you asked, letting my hands rock your body, preventing you from seeing my sad smile, my desire to shout at those voices to shut up.

“No,” I sighed, closing my eye to feel you better, to never forget the soft, miraculous touch of your skin.

You laughed, sighing too, moving away from me so you could shower, so my grip could release you, I didn't know for how long.

“It turns out I was in the village, I think, I don't know, and that I suddenly had super powers, can you imagine? Me,” you started to tell me. I smiled subtly. I loved to hear you ramble. “I could fly, run very, very fast... I could even make flowers grow as I went.”

“It was a funny dream, then,” I commented, helping you to soap your silky hair, feeling it between my fingers.

“Yes, of course it was,” you said as you nodded, sighing relaxed by my touch, by the way my hands worshipped, prayed to every part of your body. “They say that some dreams predict the future.”

My body tensed, my hands moved away from you and the tremors became part of my life again, distorting a romantic moment as I shook my head.

“No, that's not true,” I hissed, squinting, with your back turned, unable to see the anger in my gaze.

“No? Well, I think that...” you answered, turning around, surely alerted by the dangerous tone of my voice. “Donna.”

I looked at you and pretended to relax, looking away from you. Under the water, you walked towards me, studying me cautiously. I shook my head, not really knowing why. No, I didn't want that future to be the right one. I didn't want to, I couldn't lose you.

“Hey, my love, are you okay?” you asked in a sweet voice, taking my trembling hand, looking for the answer in my elusive gaze.

“Sto bene,” I whispered, lying, lying to you, like I always do. I'm terrified of you seeing my problems, of you knowing what kind of monster you sleep with at night.

“No, Donna, you're not okay… You're shaking,” you said with concern, protecting my hand between yours, squeezing it tightly. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I said…” I muttered through my teeth, taking my hand away from yours. “… I'm fine.”

“Okay, okay,” you said a bit scared by my abrupt reaction, but avoiding by all means to lose that smile.

You're scaring her again, she'll leave, you'll see…

“I'm going to make breakfast,” I said, getting out of the shower before my irrational anger took it out on you, before my true attitude made that horrible dream come true.

“Hey, Donna, honey,” you said, putting a hand on my wrist, calmer, accustomed to my lies or maybe pretending to be compassionate to abandon me later. I was unable to know. “You know I love you very much, right?”

I nodded uncertainly, letting your lips rest on mine again, relaxing my spirit, but unable to silence my demons.

“I, I love you too,” I whispered, before covering myself with a towel, before disappearing, before your compassionate gaze stabbed my heart.

Luckily, cooking was always a good way to distract myself, cooking for you, making you happy with something as simple as a coffee, a piece of bread and some oil. You always loved the little things in life.

I always loved you, even if I didn't know it until I saw you for the first time. Always you, only you.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked in the middle of that silent breakfast, with a cautious but understanding, compassionate tone. I didn't want your pity, I wanted you.

“I already told you I was fine, (Y/N),” I said, with an involuntary dark tone, looking at you over my coffee cup. You shrugged, amused.

She's laughing at you, Donna, you should grab some scissors and…

“Well, that's why I'm asking you, if you're fine, being better is better than being fine, right? If you're fine I'm not asking if you're fine, but if you're better…” you rambled, leaving me confused, forcing me to frown and blink for not having understood you.

“Um… What?” I asked, a smile relaxing my face, with your fun attitude always relaxing my fears, my doubts. Gods, (Y/N), how much I love you.

“Oh, um… Well, I've already forgotten what I said,” you joked, winking at me.

I smiled, shy at your suggestive and carefree gestures.

“I'm not surprised,” I said, equally amused, thus achieving a moment of soft laughter between the two of us, one of those that reminded me you were here with me, that you hadn't left, and that you wouldn't leave.

Are you sure about that, Donna?

“Anyway…” you sighed, wiping yourself with a napkin. “Do you need something from the Duke? I had thought about going to the village.”

All my senses were immediately on alert. No, you could, you shouldn't leave my house.

“Are you going out?” I asked, leaving my cup abruptly on the table. You didn't get scared. You just looked at me and nodded.

“Yes, well…” you murmured, tapping your fingers on the table, as if you knew what my reaction was going to be.

“The Duke will come in two days, why do you want to go?” I asked again, confused, furious inside, struggling to keep that anger from being evident, without success, my hands were shaking again.

You simply shrugged, forcing a smile.

“I feel like getting some air, the weather is giving me a break that I want to take advantage of and I also want to see…” you whispered disinterestedly, serving yourself some more coffee.

I exploded, getting up and looking at you with hatred, with one that I didn't feel, that my disturbed mind forced me to feel.

“Who are you going to see?!” I screamed, clenching my fists tightly, imagining a thousand romantic scenarios in which I wasn't the protagonist. You wiped your beautiful smile from your face, frowning with an unpleasant gesture.

“I’m going to see my parents…” you said with a cautious tone, with a frightened look, with a terror that only I was able to see in your eyes. “What's wrong with you?”

“No, no… I don't want you to go out, you have to, you have to stay here,” I said in a dark voice, shaking my head, pressing my lips together, letting my worries scare you away again. You, visibly fed up with my behavior, stood up too, shaking your head.

“Not again. Listen to me, Donna, you're not my owner, okay? You can't stop me from leaving your house, I'm not your slave!” you said furiously, fed up with my possessiveness, with an uncontrollable, unhinged person, like me.

I stayed silent, regretful, confused and hurt by your screams, by the lack of that smile of yours that gave me life. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, slowly approaching, placing a risky hand on my cheek.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk to you like that,” you whispered in a calmer tone, forgiving my mistakes again, something I didn't deserve, I didn't deserve you, (Y/N). “I just want, I want to go out and get some fresh air, see my parents for a while and buy some things for us. I didn't mean to make you nervous, or yell at you, forgive me.”

“Non fa niente,” I sighed, managing to calm down thanks to your touch, to your tangible presence, to confirm again that you weren't part of my mind, that you were next to me and that, if you left, it would only be my fault.

“Oh, that's new, what does it mean?” you asked curiously, with that smile adorning your beauty again, taking out a small notebook that you always carried with you. “Non fa…”

“Niente,” I finished while you wrote down concentrated, smiling satisfied. “It means: never mind.”

“Okay…” you whispered, putting the notebook away again and stealing a kiss from me, a delicious, soft one, one that forgave the things I was unable to forgive myself. “Soon I'll be bilingual, you'll see.”

I laughed amused, shaking my head and playing with your hands, letting the air out of my lungs along with my absurd worries.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N),” I apologized, kissing the back of your hand. You made a funny gesture, downplaying it and moving away from me.

“Bah, everything's okay,” you sighed, letting me gently grab your waist. “Besides, I'll be back before you know it, why don't you work on your dolls in the meantime?”

I nodded, noticing the cold emptiness of your body moving away from mine, the bitterness of a goodbye kiss that I didn't know if it really was areal one.

Say goodbye, stupid Donna…

I didn't say anything, I didn't silence my mind, I simply saw you wink at me before leaving our house, engraving that image in my head so I would never forget it. Maybe I should follow your advice and work on my dolls. Maybe that way I would silence the screams of my madness.

The workshop gave me peace, tranquility… Giving life to lifeless pieces of porcelain had been my whole life, a method to forget the loneliness that you destroyed, that I wanted to destroy.

That newly made doll seemed satisfied with the dress I sewed for her, with the touch-ups I made on that cold material. I lost track of time, I even stopped worrying, at least for a moment.

“Well, benvenuta,” I whispered amused, touching up the hair of that new doll, ready to be sold after having made me forget for a moment that you weren't home.

“Silly, silly Donna,” that inert doll shrieked, causing me to almost fall off the chair. No, she couldn't be talking. I didn't give her the gift of life. It couldn't be possible. “Do you know where (Y/N) is?”

I, scared, but with a cool head, nodded.

“She's in the village,” I said, looking around carefully. Angie wasn't there, she couldn't have spoken. It was that stupid doll.

“Are you sure?” that doll asked. My head didn't speak. The voices had disappeared, now they had materialized in the porcelain. “I don't think so…”

“You can't talk,” I said whispering, scared by my own madness, by projecting my insecurities in a ridiculous and involuntary dialogue.

“(Y/N) won't come back, she has abandoned you,” the doll sang, with a sinister laugh, mocking, laughing at me without any kind of compassion. “You're ugly and stupid, Donna, and (Y/N) can't stand you…”

“Taci,” I growled, shaking that doll angrily. “Taci, taci!”

“You're angry because it's true,” she continued singing, I even thought I saw her face move. “Nobody loves you, Donna, you're pathetic, an ugly and insane monster, and (Y/N) knows it, she will abandon you, you'll be alone again…”

“No… No…” I denied, putting my hands on my temples, while that sinister doll laughed, she didn't stop laughing. “Basta, basta…”

“Brutta, stupida, pazza,” she continued mocking. “You're pathetic, an ugly monster, a submissive fool, a disgusting naive, (Y/N) hates you…”

“Silenzio…” I hissed furiously, grabbing the doll again, which didn't stop laughing, saying those horrible things. “Silenzio!”

With all my strength, I threw that doll to the floor, breaking it into a thousand pieces, silencing it with my madness, silencing for a while those horrible voices, which I knew would return.

“Cazzo, cazzo!” I repeated furiously, kicking the chair, pulling my hair, trying not to look at that innocent doll destroyed by my madness.

I don't want, I didn't want, I will never want you to end up like that, because of me.

“Hey, hey, hey!” a shrill, different voice approached me, along with small, cautious steps, Angie. “Oh, Donna we have a problem! Quick, quick Donna, call an ambulance, this doll is injured!” she joked, playing with the pieces of porcelain.

“Angie…” I sighed in relief, placing the chair back and falling into it, burying my head in my arms, crying inconsolably. “I can't take it anymore…”

“Donna, you fool, why did you kill my partner?” the puppet asked, my only friend, companion, the only one until you came.

“Angie… Do you, do you think (Y/N) is going to abandon me?” I asked, a bit calmer, with my puppet comically resting her hand on my back.

“What? Bullshit, why would she do that?” she said, shaking her head. “The silly girl loves you.”

“Does she love me?” I asked confused, slowly stopping crying, controlling the shaking of my hands.

“If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have to put up with you,” Angie said without any kind of tact, as always. Angie was part of me, an irrational but different part. “Especially if you go around killing dolls…”

“I'm getting worse… This, this night I have a dream where she abandoned me and…” I stammered, explaining the reason for my anger, for my worries.

“Don't pay attention to dreams,” the puppet advised, climbing onto my lap and hugging me tenderly. “Don't cry, my Donna…”

“I can't help it,” I said, wiping my tears. “I can't stop thinking that at any moment...”

“You're not going to fix anything by complaining and breaking everything in your path, you'll scare her even more,” Angie said, in a softer voice, jumping on the table.

“So what can I do? I, I don't want to lose her,” I asked, a bit desperate, quite a lot, in fact.

“Start by marking your territory,” she said, making me frown. “Animals do it, you know? And it works for them.”

“Stop talking, Angie, I'm not in the mood for your nonsense,” I sighed, shaking my head. Of course, expecting a good advice from the doll was my lowest point.

“It's not nonsense. Do you know what your problem is?” she asked in a cocky tone.

“That I'm horrible? That I'm crazy?” I asked, ironically, pretending to be joking about those horrible truths.

The puppet shook her head, sitting on the table and swinging her legs comically.

“No, silly, your problem is that you are a cute and sweet teddy bear,” the doll explained, confusing me even more. “You are a clingy cheesy woman.”

“So what if I am? I love her and I want to make her feel comfortable,” I protested, crossing my arms.

“No, wrong answer, you get no prize,” the doll joked, putting a finger on my nose, which I pushed away furiously.

“If you are not going to help me…” I threatened, extending one of my hands. The doll put hers in a gesture of defeat and shook her head again.

“I know what you do at night,” she said out of the blue, leaving me petrified and dead with embarrassment.

“What?!” I screamed furiously. “Have you been spying on us?!”

“No, silly, I don't need to, you're me, remember?” Angie defended herself, with a haughty tone. “It’s disgusting.”

“Okay, that's enough, get out,” I said tiredly, sighing and making signs to the puppet, who, of course, didn't obey.

“Will you stop acting like an idiot and listen to me?” Angie said, putting her hands on my shoulders. I was starting to lose patience. “(Y/N) give me a kiss, let me hug and cuddle you, how much I love you… Yes, that's it, slowly, make me yours, amore mio…”

“Stop making fun of me!” I screamed shaking my head, getting up again, wanting to slam my faithful Angie into the floor.

“You're too soft, Donna, submissive. How do you expect to make clear that she’s yours? With kisses and cuddles?” the doll said, not scared by my behavior. I was her, she was me.

“What are you implying?” I asked calmer, curious about what she was thinking and what I wasn't able to guess.

“I'm implying that…” Angie said, with a more serious tone. “…That you must show her who she belongs to. Stop being the whiny submissive Donna who melts down because of the disgusting things (Y/N) does to you. You have to assert yourself, Donna, dominate her in bed so you can dominate her day by day, do you understand?”

“You spend too much time with the girls,” I whispered, smiling nervously at those words, at that idea the voices in my head welcomed with pleasure.

“It’s up to you, but it works for them...” Angie said, getting down from the table, leaving me pensive, confused, and determined to listen to her.

“Hey, Angie,” I said, interrupting the doll's path, wanting to leave me alone. She turned to listen to me, as always. “Did you give me that advice? Or was it me?”

The doll shrugged.

“It's my advice, silly, but... What makes you think it wasn't you?” she said before leaving, surrounded by pieces of porcelain and with a thousand questions in my head.

Time passed slowly, too slowly. Angie's advice traveled through my head, my voices approved, my disturbed mind seemed to want to make me feel like doing it, to dominate you, to show you that you were mine, to never let you go, ever again.

“Hello, ciao, hola, bonjour,” you hummed when you opened the door, carrying several bags, walking towards my stoic figure, kissing me almost without me realizing it. I wasn't thinking about you, I was thinking about the things I wanted to do to you. “I'm here.”

“I see it,” I said with a fake smile, helping you put the bags on the floor. You sighed and wiped your sweaty forehead, pointing at those new acquisitions.

“I think this is everything we needed, oh, and my parents say they want to have dinner with you, you know, to see if you're not the murderous monster they talk about in the village... Oh, and you have to do something about that fat bastard, every day his prices are higher and... Donna, are you listening to me?” you said with your always funny voice, frowning when you saw my serious expression, the darkness in my gaze.

I simply nodded, without moving, without expressing anything, only the desire to fulfill my duty, to make you mine.

“Are you okay?” you asked again, approaching nervously, resting your hand on my cheek, with that calmer, less brilliant smile.

I reacted to your soft touch, pushing you roughly against the wall of the hall, making the old clock that made me see time was actually passing and I wasn't living in a dream, tremble.

“What are you doing?” you asked strangely, with my arms preventing you from moving, from protesting. I was determined and not even your smile could stop me.

“Shut up,” I said abruptly, throwing myself at your lips, kissing them fiercely, without giving you time to speak, to react, to complain.

You didn't play along at first, but don't take long to relax, to return my kisses, to hug me with your hands, pulling me, raising the temperature.

“Okay, okay… I'll shut up,” you said amused, letting my mouth travel over your skin, letting my hands unbutton your dress, let them get through the cracks I created, let them feel your breasts in a wild way, completely different.

You looked at me surprised, but you didn't put up any resistance, you let me squeeze, bite, enjoy your body, enjoy your sudden defenselessness, your inability to escape from my clutches.

“Donna…” you gasped, hanging from my neck, kissing me, trying to compensate my lustful touch with kisses you had already thought about, that you knew where to give.

Maybe you were trying to subdue me, maybe you were trying to me to be the stupid and submissive Donna again. No, I wouldn't be.

Show her who he belongs to, make her yours until she faints…

The voices in my head stopped being sinister screams to become a velvety and careful voices, praising my roughness, my wild acts, my wet kisses that made your skin shine as it slowly became exposed.

The swinging of our hips joined that wild dance, those erratic hands, those touches, those kisses, those hurried and almost desperate caresses. My hand sank into your dress, my teeth caught your nipples, without hurting you, but without letting them escape. Passion and lust had dominated my actions, my words, my desire to possess you was greater the desire of loving you.

I knew that was a bad sign, but I didn't care.

Your hands traveled to my dress, to its buttons, one, two, just two. My mischievous hand, scratching the skin of your thigh, suddenly rose to yours squeezing it, pushing it away forcefully.

It wasn't about me, (Y/N), it was about you. That time you would let it be me, I wouldn't let you fool me with your ability to love, with the experience that tormented me.

No, amore mio, you had to be mine.

You insisted between moans of protest, you complained because you couldn't touch me, because your hands couldn't conquer my skin and mine were free to do so. You moaned nervously when my hand went up your leg again, when I pushed aside your underwear to make my way into your wetness, slightly separating your legs. I opened my eye and looked at you. I checked your reaction, your lascivious gaze penetrating mine.

If she looks at you, she'll catch you again...

The voices were right, I couldn't, I can't stand that smile, the only thing that could make me reflect and be more affectionate, be the same woman who conquered you, who loved you and showered you with praise.

But no, that wasn't making love. It was a test, an act of possession, a reminder for you to never forget who you belonged to.

“Turn around and bend over,” I ordered with a sinister, neutral tone, without showing the passion, the lust, the moisture that had already settled between my legs.

You couldn't see me weak. I didn't want you to see me weak.

You looked at me curiously with that horrible smile. It seemed like you didn't want to obey, but my disturbed mind acted before my heart, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to fulfill my wish.

“I said, turn around,” I hissed threateningly, losing my mind, pulling your hair in an unpleasant way, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Have you been drinking?” you asked amused, earning another tug for that infamous accusation, for thinking that my attitude was only due to an excessive intake of wine. No, you were my motivation, my alcohol, my drug, you were my addiction, and I would make you mine.

“Chiudi il becco…” I whispered even more dangerously, lifting your dress, standing behind you, letting your hair go to grab your already moved underwear, to pull it down abruptly while my hand was impregnated with your wetness, while I felt your desire, your throbbing core wanting to be conquered.

“Don…” you sighed, interrupted by my abruptness, by my madness, by my two fingers penetrating your entrance, curling them quickly, stimulating your clit to close your mouth, just as I asked you. “…Na!”

It wasn't a scream, nor a moan. I didn't care to know either, I just wanted to continue, to feel your wetness on my fingers, your hips moving, your body shaking with pleasure, with fear, with knowing that you were mine.

I smiled wickedly, without you seeing me, grabbing your buttocks, spanking them when your moans diminished. I wanted to hear you scream my name, to say that you were mine, I wanted every last villager to hear it as well as every last one of those mocking dolls in the basement.

“Say it, (Y/N)…” I whispered, letting my hand move to your rhythm, but playing with you, stopping, continuing faster, slower, not letting you relax, making you pay attention to everything I did.

“What…? What do you want me to say?” you asked in a strange tone, panting from my movements, from my spanking, from my nails digging deeper and deeper into your skin.

“Sei mia…” I hissed, increasing the speed of my fingers, letting them slide through your wetness, roughly, getting a little closer, grabbing your neck from behind, lifting it.

You gasped in fear. I wish I could have seen your face.

“Do, Donna… Wa, wait…” you moaned exhausted, supporting yourself by bringing your hands to mine, trying to they to not squeeze your perfect neck.

“Say it!” I shouted furiously, forcing you to lean even more. “Say it, cazzo!”

“I'm… I'm…” you stammered, with a broken voice, a voice that made me frown, that told me something was wrong. “I'm yours, Donna.”

And then I felt it, I felt something wet falling on my hand, something salty, a tear. Soon my senses returned, sanity made its way into my dangerous lust to make me see what was happening. I had seen horrible things throughout my life but never something like this, never something that could make even the Black Gods lament, something that only meant pity, sadness, something horrible.

(Y/N), you were crying.

I was paralyzed, horrified when the voices in my head let me hear your laments, your sobs. I had never seen you cry, I had never seen the slightest sign of sadness on your face, on your body. I had never seen tears run down your beautiful skin, contaminating it, because of me.

“Gods...” I murmured when I realized what I was doing, how abrupt I had been, that following this advice was much worse than losing you. I was making you suffer, hurting you.

My mind was so disturbed, so sick that it was not able to tell me that you would never abandon me, that your smile always adorned your face because you were where you wanted to be, next to me, because you loved me, because I made you happy, because I took care of you.

I should have realized it before. I should have realized the only thing that could make you leave was me.

“Donna,” you sighed, among sobs, relaxing when I pulled out of you to pull my hair again, to growl angrily at what I had caused: the greatest misfortune in the world, making you cry.

“(Y/N), I'm, I'm sorry…” I stammered, unable to speak clearly, moving away from you to avoid the temptation to continue, to hurt you even more. “I'm sorry!”

Now you've really screwed it up, stupida…

“No, no, it's not my fault… It's not my fault!” I shouted nervously, arguing with my demons again, approaching you, putting a hand on your back, horrified to see your face covered in tears. “(Y/N)… Don’t, don't cry…”

“Donna…” you sighed again, turning around, cupping my face in your hands, a scared face, an eye that refused to see your tears, to acknowledge that they were caused by my madness.

“I'm sorry…” I stammered, grabbing my hair again, pulling away abruptly. “Please, forgive me.”

I caressed you, I wiped those awful tears from your face. I searched, without success, for a way to comfort you, to console you, to ask for forgiveness for that mistake, knowing that you would never do it, you would never forgive me.

My caresses were soft but trembling, your gaze was still sad, I couldn't fully decipher it, your body let itself be comforted, caressed, but it was too late.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” I yelled, humiliating myself, kneeling before you, grabbing your legs, letting my tears finally come out of the darkness of my heart, soaking your dress desecrated with my shame, with my regret.

“What are you doing? Let me go, Donna,” you said abruptly, frowning, changing that sad face to one of anger and bewilderment, pushing me away from you. “That's enough, honey.”

Honey? I must have been dreaming. I didn't deserve for you to call me that way.

I cried harder, crawling like a vermin on the floor, leaning my back against a wall and burying my horrible face in my knees.

“I'm sorry…” I sobbed, shaking my head, letting you, unexpectedly, rest your hand on my knee, sitting next to me in silence. “I, I've tried to avoid it but, but I can't…”

“You can't? What can't you do, Donna?” you asked softly, agitated but horribly understanding.

“I, I don't want you to leave, to abandon me… I… I was, I was jealous of… Everything and I wanted, I wanted to dominate you so… So…” I stammered with my voice completely distorted by my pathetic crying.

“Shh, don't cry…” you said softly, leaning my head to rest on your shoulder.

“Sono stupida…” I protested, hitting the floor with my fists, letting myself to be invaded by your scent, by your skin on mine. “I wanted, I wanted… I wanted to make you mine and I've… I've made you cry… I'm a monster.”

Your answer was not the one I expected. A subtle laugh came out of your lips, along with a look of astonishment.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, relaxing your body, and your tone of voice. “Are you saying that because I was crying?”

I nodded, confused by your change in attitude.

“Donna, I think you're wrong,” you said, holding back your laughter, something that made me turn away angrily.

“Do you find it funny?” I protested, shaking my head, mouth agape.

“Yes, because… I was actually crying from the pleasure you were giving me,” you explained, embarrassed, leaving me stunned, unable to respond. “I will never abandon you, my love, you know I love you with all my soul.”

“Ma, ma, ma…” I said nervously, completely lost.

“I’m yours, and I will always be yours…” you said, kissing me on the lips, with that amazing smile returning to your face. “By the way… How about you keep doing the same thing to me? I really like your wild side, Donna…”

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