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The Countess Being Abusive

Pairings: The Countess x Fem!Reader

Part 3

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Your hands had found the leather that had previously covered your body. Oh, how good it felt against your hot skin. It was cool, smooth, gave the perfect comfort when needed. Especially now.

"Baby, you must be hot. I'm so sorry." Elizaberh had become more caring then she ever had. And she was normally very very caring. She had begun to slightly adjust the silk covers that covered you, to give you more exposure to the cold air, "I'm still hot..."you had managed to squeeze out; your throat still being tightly sealed from the blunt force before.

You pulled the leather, your leather jacket, up to your face, laying it over your swollen eye. "I love you I love you. I'll get you an icepack." She had swiftly made her way from out of your shared bed, coming back very quickly. An ice pack wrapped in a silk cloth in her hand, as she made her way beside you once more.

"Here we are." Elizabeth had wrapped her arms around you again, letting your body sink into her loving one. She had lightly placed the cold ice pack over your eye, giving you small kisses anywhere her lips could reach. "I love you, Y/N." Her arms wrapped together around you. Sending you into a deep, calm, uninterrupted, dream filled slumber once more.

Your small, skinny, beautiful body was wrapped in silks. The most beautiful, most expensive silks you have ever seen. Your body had been adorned with huge jewels. The biggest you've ever seen. And you were with Elizabeth Johnson. "I'm so nervous, what if I say something wrong or I stutter?" You had been nervous the entire day, but who could blame you? You were getting married; to Elizabeth Johnson. "You won't, my love." A precious smile graced her plump lips, accentuating her beautiful features. "I love you." You said jn a breathy tone.

"I love you more."

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Don't Tell My Parents What Happened In Vegas

Part 2

Gaga x Fem!OC

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Tatjana had fallen speechless. Never did she ever think that she would marry a celebrity, let alone meet one. Her eyes had narrowed, a shocked stare lightly painting her tanned face. "for real?" Tatjana was only 23, she was still young enough to pickup and use the slang popular among kids and teens, yet still being old enough to be a functional adult.

"YES!" Stefani's voice had become unnecessary loud, giving Tatjana a slight fright; "I guess this belongs to you now." Stefani had thrown the ring to her new wife, Tatjana barley catching it. "Thanks."

Stefani had begun to furiously type on her conputer, master googling herself

"Lady Gaga"

Lady Gaga seen in Vegas with a mysterious woman!

Lady Gaga spotted at Las Vegas chapel with unknown woman!

Lady Gaga seen in Chapel with nameless woman!

Lady Gaga seen kissing mysterious woman in bar!

Her worst nightmare had come true. They had been spotted. Now, the tabloids were going crazy. Everyone knew. "Everyone knows..." Stefani's voice faltered as she was still trying to process everything, everyone who knew. "Hm?" Tatjana hadnt been paying attention, she was busy trying to find her La Perla Extotique panites. "People had seen us, bitch. Everyone knows! Our parents know! OUR PARENTS!" Stefani had begun to panic on levels she didn't even think were humanly possible.

"Parents? Don't worry, mine live in México and don't speak English. But yours, who knows?" Tatajana had let out a giggle of relief when she found her panties, slipping them on with the rest of her outfit. "Here. These are yours." She threw her clothes at Stefani, who hadn't caught them; she had been busy breaking down over the world finding out of her accidental marriage.

Stefani's cries had become louder, tears now pouring down her soft cheeks. "Hey, hey." Tatjana had made her way over to the panicked woman, trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry, calm down. I'm here, ok." It had not worked. "Ok, breath in. Focus on me, Come on, you can do it." Stefani had opened her irritated eyes, to watch the beautiful girl in front of her, "that's good, ok, breath in, with me" both of the girls took in a deep breath, "now let it out" both letting the breath out.

This continued till Stefani was back to normal, not shaking or crying. Not panicking or hyperventilating. Maybe a bit of whimpers, but normal. "T-thanks." A small smile gracing her perfect lips.

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"Well, do I go with you or do I go home?" Tatjana and Stefani were still trying to work out weather to go to Stefani's place or to part ways. "Maybe you should go with me. We are married, and I have a big house. Like, a LOT of empty space." Tatjana nodded at the taller womans suggestion, packing up her clothes from her own hotel room. "K, all packed!"

Without thinking, Tatjana had stood up and grabbed Stefani's hand, giving her a tiny smile. ".... oh! Sorry." Both of the girls were blushing, acting like neither of them noticed how stuffy the room had gotten in a second.

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"Don't Tell My Parents What Happened In Vegas"

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Tatjana (tatianna) had woken up on a cloud. Am I dead? Her first thought was much put to rest when thin rays of early sun broke the curtains and into the room. Light piercing her sensitive brown eyes, eliciting a sort of stretch-reflex trance to combat the light; in her own... different... way.

A pair of strong, yet feminine arms had tightened their grip on her impossibly small waist, breaking Tatjana out of her stretch like trance. She wiggled her body, trying to squirm away from the warm grip this mysterious person had. "Mmmmhhmm" Tatjana opened her previously closed eyes.

A ring.

A huge ring.

On her fourth finger. The ring finger.

"What the fuck?" Her voice quietly rang out in a morning wisp, drumming up a response on the mysterious warmth on her breast and behind her. "Calm down..." the mysterious person behind her said. It was a her. It was a girl...

Tatjana began to jerk out of her grip, with little success. "Let... go of me.!" The woman behind her let go, the warmth on Tatjana's breast letting go as well. Was it her hand? Her eyes met with the womans behind her, then to her body; she was naked, fully nude. And so was she. "Aaah!" Tatjana quickly tried to grab the sheets to cover her modesty.

"What the..." she eyed the woman in disbelief, the woman was biting her lower lip to her nude body. "Why do you have my ring on?" The woman inquired Tatjana, who started just as confused as her. "I'm not sure? You want it back, here." She threw the ring at the woman on the bed, eliciting a loud overdramatic gasp. "What if the paparazzi seen me. Seen us!?" The woman jumped out of bed and began to furiously walk out of the room.

"What are you talking about?" Tatjana followed out of pure spite. "Wha-what if the paparazzi took pictures? There going to be everywhere!" The two ran down the hallway of the lavish hotel suite. "Fuck! I need to see the news!" The woman had found the large table, settled in the middle of the room surrounded by red leather couches; which had clothes scattered all over the cushions.

"Why do you need to see the news!?" Tatjana was ignores by the woman, as she was too panicked with her MacBook, trying to find some sort of article on herself. "What's so bad! Who's taking pictures of two random girls together!" Tatjana slammed her hand on a paper, which immediately caught the attention on the woman. "What's this?" She pulled the paper out from under her hand, she held it close to her face and examined the contents. "What the fuck... A MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE!?" The woman yelled out of the blue.

"What! let me see!" Tatjana quickly pushed the woman out of the way, grabbing the paper for herself.

"Marriage certificate:

state of Nevada, Las Vegas

Marriage certificate no. 44475

Marital parnter: Stefani J.A. Germanotta

Marital parnter: Tatjana Cortez-Lopez

Did on the 10th of June of the year 2015 at MonBelAmi Las Vegas."

Her jaw was gaping open, she continued to read the othe details. It was true. "WERE MARRIED! WERE GODDAMN MARRIED!" she frantically looked at the woman, who was named Stefani. "What if someone saw us go into the chapel!?" Tatjana was about done with her selfishness, "WHO THE FUCK IS LOOKING FOR YOU! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Stefani looked Tatjana straight in the eyes:

"I'm Lady Gaga. Nice to meet you."

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Hey besties, this did not turn out as amazing as I wanted it too, but I hope you liked it. And I'll be continuing this, in a make it a series! 💋

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The Countess being abusive

Pairings: The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson) x fem!reader

Your head throbbed yet felt empty, light as a feather. Elizabeth's body seemed to weigh nothing on top of you, her crys of forgiveness muted by your feelings; or something similar. "I'm so sorry my love. Please, please forgive me!" Her sorrowful pleading broke your daze, your eyes finding her body, on top of yours. "Please..."

She had begun softly kissing the injuries of the last couple of minutes, tears forming in her green eyes, stinging your skin as they fell. "I love you. So much." She pulled you into a warm hug, trying to show her love for you. Her soft, velvety lips found yours in a loving kiss, trying to show her affection for you.

You had closed your sore eyes, knowing your left would have a deep bruise encircling it the next morning. "I never ment for thos to happen, for me to loose my temper. I'm so sorry..." she har crawled off of your tiny body to cradle you; holding you so softly, as of you would break like glass. She caressed your pained skin, so lightly as of you were too delicate to touch.

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You must've dozed off the night before, being held in Elizabeth's embrace; which you were still in. Your eyes tried to adjust to the thin rays of moonlight that stained the dark room. "Mmmh..." your body had suddenly came back to reality, the stinging and straining sensations of bruises made your body freeze.

A slight moving sensation came from behind you, "hey baby" you felt warm arms lightly pull you closer into their body, a light kiss being planted on your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" It took your exhausted brain a second to comprehend who was talking to you.

Elizabeth.

You found the strength to give signal that you were in fact, not feeling the hottest. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry..." Elizabeth once again kissed your shoulder; burying her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your angelic scent. "I love you." She mumbled against your neck before giving it a tiny kiss.

no lust just love.

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Imma make a part 3, but you gotta wait 💋

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The Countess Being Abusive.

Characters: The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson), fem!reader

Warning: abuse, strong language, attempted rape.

Elizabeth had sworn to you, she would never hurt you. Nor would she ever threaten too; unless you wanted her too. It was one of the first things Elizabeth ever promised to you, one of the first things she ever saved you from.

Getting out of an abusive relationship, just barely escaping deaths cold grip, with her help. Elizabeth had saved you from his irrational rage and bare handed malice with the flick of her finger. across his neck.

She had taken care of you and shown you true love: love that never hurt, love that never hit, love that never yelled, love that never screamed, love that never cussed...

But now, you found yourself in a position you never thought she would put either one of you in.

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"Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK!" her voice was loud, it rung and echoed in your sensitive ears as you clenched your eyes shut, praying that this would all be a dream of some sorts. "I'm sorry." your voice wasmean, barely audible as your sorrowful, silent sobs escaped you. "DID YOU FUCKING THINK THAT I WOULD BE FINE WITH THIS?!" Her demeanor became aggressive, her gloveless hand gripping your wrist in a familiar suffocating grip. It was painful, very painful, one that you had wished to never feel again. "I'm sorry Elizabeth." You voice cracked under your amount of panic and sorrow you felt; barely able to emit the words needed to answer your girlfriends angry question.

"OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR PATHETIC "IM SORRY ELIZABETH"-" her fingers mimicking quotations, indicating her severe lack of emotional judgment at the moment. "THEY WONT WORK!" her grip on your wrist became tighter until you could swear your bone was breaking. "Elizabeth... please... my wrist... it hurts... so bad! Please" your panicked begging made her lips break out in a sadistic smile, she was on the wrong state of mind. Her hand grip only became tighter, an audible cracking sound broke the tense air, as your hand jolted awkwardly and your wrist ragdolled your hand.

She had broken your wrist

"AHHHH!" you let out a deathening scream of pain, tears you had not been aware of spilled onto your cheeks, and you violently jerked your arm trying to free yourself of her bone breaking grasp. "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! LET GO!" Your extremities began to jerk away from her, trying desperately to stumble her perfect demeanor; and she became hostile, much father than her aggression.

"I SAID SHUT. UP!" she violently jerked you toward her, slamming your poor body into the wall. You were much shorter than her, giving her the height advantage as she held your body tightly against hers and the wall. "You're a fucking worthless, pathetic, useless, hideous piece of life." The first strike of her closed fist hit your soft, damp, cheek with a painful blow; it caught you off guard, somehow.

Many blows followed, before she threw you onto the ground. "You ugly, fat, stupid whore slut." Her stiletto heels began to kick your flat stomach. "Elizabeth" your voice was broken by the blows from Elizabeth, you begged her to stop, with no avail. She bent down to your level, her lips grazing your ear: "I fucking hate you."

She grabbed your tired body, dragging you to the bedroom. "I fucking hate you." Her nails dug into your soft skin, drawing blood within the deep depressions. She threw your body, which ragdolled now, onto your two's cal-king Duxiana bed, shaped into a circle. The cool silk sheets felt good against your overheating skin, the blood escaping your wounds stained the sheets a bright red; which alerted you of your mortality.

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"I fucking hate you." She sat on top of your small waist, harshly putting you into your submissive position under her. "I hate you." She growled, pulling down your leather pants, ripping your lace panties off with them. "I hate you." She harshly took off your matching cropped leather jacket, along with your cropped white collar shirt. Your lace bra was all that was left.

Something must've clicked in her brain, she stopped what she was doing, her eyes became soft and regretful. Her hands were not angry nor greedy anymore, something you had only noticed now. "I love you."

(I will make a part 2, just wait.)