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icallhimjoey · 2 days ago

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I miss poppy and mark still and I miss that version of joe (and always bookstore joe) but that joe please he was such an idiot😭 I miss him and this is all your fault (said with so much love bye going to reread everything (again))

ok so it took me a good second, but, here you go bby <3 to the girls unfamiliar with poppy and mark: maybe have a look here Wordcount: 2.3K

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Won’t Say It Until You Will

Sometimes you still don’t quite understand how you’ve gone literal years thinking Joe couldn’t fucking stand you.

You’d gotten so used to his stand-offish demeanor. To the arrogant smirks you’d catch just before he’d bite them back, just in time for Poppy or Mark to notice. To his overall unapproachability, and the heavy judgment that would drip off of him.

For years you thought you didn’t like Joe, simply because you were convinced Joe didn’t like you.

Didn’t like you as a person.

As Mark’s friend.

As someone that, through Mark falling for Poppy, was going to be in his life now.

You think you’re still adjusting to the sudden change. And the change was definitely sudden. Learning that, actually, Joe was trying to keep as much distance as he possibly could for the exact opposite of what you thought had been quite the shock. You might be adjusting for a while longer, still.

Which makes sense.

It is all quite the adjustment.

Joe used to be so weird around you, and you were always left to figure out why all by yourself.

The big difference now, though, is that every time Joe sees that you doubt yourself in whatever interaction you have with him, he’s quick to set the record straight.

He’s not allowed to say I love you yet.

You have to say it first for it to feel normal. Granted, barely anything about how this started feels normal to begin with. But this is something you hold onto. You tell him to shut up all the time, because you have come to know this look Joe will throw you.

This soft, adoring sort of dreamy stare Joe has a hard time containing. It’s truly quite something to be looked at like you’re the single best thing in current existence to someone. Like you’ve got shimmery diamonds and liquid gold where your heart should be.

It’s a shame it makes you frown the way it does.

“Shut up.” You’ll warn before he’s even gotten the chance to say anything.

And Joe used to reply with, “I didn’t say anything.”

That has since changed to a very dopey, a very smiley, “Okay.” that makes your nose scrunch.

Joe knows the rule.

Won’t say it until you will, no matter how many times the words will pop into his head and will beg to be released into your ears via his mouth. It’s nothing short of agony, because there’s moments where you’ll look at him like you used to. Before. When he kept his distance and would say the wrong thing, crack an unfunny joke that accidentally hurt your feelings, and – God, if he could just say those words and put your mind at ease the way the so desperately wants to...

He’s found different ways.

Has had to find different ways.

If you can’t hear the words, that’s fine. He’ll make you feel them just the same.

When you get into bed, one night, over at Joe’s place, you suddenly pause, halfway in.

“What?” Joe asks, already sort of smiling at your expression as he slides his legs under the covers on his side of the bed.

“Remember when...” you start, and immediately Joe’s aware that this can go one of two ways. You could either end up a giggling heap underneath the covers, or he’s going to end up kissing you silly to reassure every doubt from your mind.

You glance at one of his wardrobe doors and squint your eyes a little.

Joe’s scared it’s going to be the latter of the two options.

“I’ve actually never seen you wear that shirt again– have you...” you don’t finish whatever you were about to ask, and instead walk around the bed to check something. To see for yourself.

“What shirt?” Joe asks, sat up in bed, both hands in his lap over the covers, tongue pushing into his cheek as he watches you open the wardrobe.

You’re met with a meticulously well-organised row of shirts, jackets– Joe’s even got all of his trousers and jeans folded over hangers. All pressed and ironed, ready to make Joe look far smarter than he’ll feel.

You used to fall for it all the time, but you’ve since learned to see through most of it.

“How often do you get rid of clothes?” you ask, hands filtering through.

“All the time,” Joe says a little sheepishly, and jokingly adds, “You know I really only like... three things.”

Joe watches you filter through hangers at lightning speed, metal wire gliding over the rod and clanging together in your search.

You’re looking for something specific. Unsure of what made the thought pop into your head, you’d just remembered a specific shirt Joe wore once and wanted to see if he still had it. If there was maybe a reason why you hadn’t seen him wear it ever since that one night.

And, morning.

“Hmm... it’s not here.”

“What shirt are you even talking about?”

You throw Joe a look over your shoulder, eyes squinted, and for a moment you look like you’re contemplating something. Like you’re milling something over.

Then, suddenly, Joe gets it. He knows exactly what you’re looking for, and is immediately embarrassed.

“Oh. Yea, no. Do you mean the white– my white button down? I, um… that shirt, it’s… you’re right, it’s not– it’s not there.”

Joe stutters through a bad excuse, and for an actor, he’s a fucking terrible liar. You shove aside some of his jackets, and then…

“Come back to bed, please.”

There it is.

The white button down shirt you were looking for.

You grab the hanger and pull it out, ready to happily show Joe you found it, but as you move the fabric into the light, you notice it.

See it.

“Found i– oh, my God…”

This is the shirt Joe wore to Mark and Poppy’s wedding shower. The one he said he’d get dry cleaned after he wiped your face with the sleeve, after he dabbed both your make-up covered cheeks. The one of which he’d pulled the cuff into his palm to get the fabric real close under your eyes to get rid of the wet mascara that had traveled there through tears.

You’d shown him the brown and black marks right after he’d done it, and he’d said he was going to get it dry-cleaned.

“Joe, what the…”

You’re holding a dirty shirt.

Had this stains not come out?

Clearly not.

You’re both looking at a dirty shirt. At old make-up stains that… well, this shirt is ruined. Your eyes quickly glance at the tag in the collar, and you wince.

That is too expensive of a brand for a shirt to be ruined like this.

This is the reason why you hadn’t seen Joe wear it again.

You’d ruined his shirt.

God, and you had even told him that next day, that next morning, that a regular cycle in a machine wash was going to get the stains out fine.

Obviously, it hadn’t.

Because you’re staring at caked blotches of bronzer and dark streaks of mascara and– ... you can feel how you shrink in on yourself, stood there, in his bedroom, with a stupidly expensive badly stained shirt he’d been hiding from you because he hadn’t been able to get it clean and–

Upon the sight of your face dropping, Joe gets out of bed, careful not to make any sudden movements.

“Um.. I’ll have that.”

Two slow hands come into vision and carefully take the hanger from your grip.

“Thanks.”

The shirt, in all its dirty glory, gets gently put back in its place, hidden behind Joe’s jackets, before Joe closes the wardrobe doors entirely.

“Sorry,” is all you can think to say, voice small, a little wobbly. “I’m sorry, I thought… I ruined your shirt. That should’ve come out in the wash. Sorry. I will– I’ll replace it. I’ll–”

“No you won’t.”

You drop both your shoulders just as Joe grabs hold of both of them. His grip is strong enough to bring you into the room a bit more.

“And don’t look at me like that. I didn’t… that’s… I’ve never washed it.”

What?

“You didn’t ruin the shirt. It’s just unwashed.”

Joe softly chuckles at your face and you get lead back to bed as you try to puzzle together what you’ve just been told. What that even means.

There had been plenty of whispered conversations, late at night chats in the dark, where Joe would reassure you that he had never hated you. The outward dislike had always been an awful way to hide how he really felt, and Joe was going to be kicking himself until the end of time for how that had always make you feel.

Joe is never going to be able to make it right, he thinks.

But he can fucking try.

“That’s…”

“Disgusting? Yes. Absolutely.”

He’ll die trying.

“Why haven’t you…”

You’re scared to finish the question because you fear you already know the answer.

“Didn’t want to. So don’t worry about it.”

You get tucked in as your worries easily get dismissed, but it’s difficult to make your confused frown disappear.

Joe sighs when you keep looking at him like that, sits down on the edge of the bed next to you and goes, “You’ll make fun of me. But... that’s the… that’s what I wore when you slept in my bed for the first time. It’s not ruined. Washing it would ruin it, actually.”

Everything about that is confusing and will take a minute or two for you to process. Now, here, in the moment, it just makes you grimace with horror, and that in and of itself makes Joe laugh. Makes his eyes twinkle as he bites into his lip, head titled back and to the side a little.

He can’t really help it.

“To be fair... you were never meant to find that. Can you not tell Poppy?”

“Okay. I won’t tell Poppy.” You easily agree.

“But you’ll tell Mark?”

“But I’ll tell Mark.”

Joe drops his head forward in a silent laugh. Of course you will tell Mark.

And, that’s fine. Because it’s a memory he’ll cherish forever, even if you were violently drunk that night, and your hair still smelt of vomit even though Mark’s mum had really done her best to rinse most of it out. You had found Joe’s bed on your own, and had pulled him in to nap with you and– ...he doesn’t think that it was the exact moment where things changed a little, but it was a moment momentous enough to want to keep a souvenir.

It’s why he never washed the dirty button down shirt that proved to him he hadn’t dreamt it up.

He’ll never tell you how he also still has the empty yoghurt carton he had found in his kitchen after you’d left the next morning.

And he’ll also ignore the weird fall out you had after when he lied to Poppy about it. That’s not part of the memory.

Only the good stuff.

Like how he’d barely slept at all.

How he’d gotten to stare at you all night long.

How he’d finally, after hours of collecting courage, had softly let one of his fingertips stroke along the skin of your arm.

How that made you hum contently in your sleep.

If he thinks about it for too long, he could easily make himself cry. Looking at you now, all relaxed into the pillows of his bed, he could make himself cry.

When Joe looks at you a little too long without saying anything, dopey grin and all, your frown only deepens.

“Shut up.”

Joe knows it was bound to be said, but it still tickles him and he lets a throaty laugh escape him before he turns faux-serious.

“Ah. It’s made a return.” Joe scans your features and talks like he’s in a film, speaking to a villain. “That face. Are you even aware of how powerful it is? Makes me feel how much my soul wants to escape my body.”

That gets a little grin out of you, and it’s cute enough for Joe to want to tell the whole entire world how much he loves you. He wonders if you know how much it pains him. How often he can feel the scratch of the words in his throat, the violent urge to just let them free ever present.

But he won’t.

You’d just told him to shut up, so he will shut up, and instead will let those three words seep out in other ways. Through his hands that wander up to your neck. Through his fingers that swipe under your jaw, tipping your head back a little so he can easily kiss you.

You happily accept his kisses, because even though you’re still adjusting to all these little changes in your truth, it all ultimately means that Joe really, really likes you.

Really, really, really likes you.

And of course you know it’s more than that to Joe.

And that he really wants to tell you already.

But he’s not allowed.

Not yet.

Which is fine. He can just kiss you. And he will. Like he’s doing right now.

Joe still can’t quite believe he’s kissing you in his bed, and he can’t believe there was ever a time where he wasn’t.

When he pulls back, still sat on the side instead of under the covers with you, he hovers over you a little. Gives you a quiet moment, just in case you want to tell him.

And you will.

With time.

But not now.

“Shut up.” you repeat, giggling now at how lovesick he looks, and Joe can’t help grin in the way that he does.

He used to reply with, “I didn’t say anything.”

Instead he says, “Okay.” and goes for another kiss when he sees your nose scrunch.

Joe knows the rule.

Won’t say it until you will.

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stoopidpigeonxx · 21 hours ago

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What is something that is completely random that the tuplar crew's s/o does that turns them on

( Basically just random things that turn the tuplar crew on )

goooood question! :-D

Curly

-You being.. innocent? I dunno. Whenever you ask a question that's obvious or pout your pretty lips, he's hard as a rock thinking about all the ways he could absolutely ruin you. He would never tell you this, though. He cares too much.

-When you play with his hair. Ohhhh my god. Not just the hair on his head, like, his chest hair. Twirling it on your finger and shit. He loves it. Bro is MOANING.

-that shit where you like.. nuzzle your face into his neck. It's so fucking cute to him, you're like a little cat or something. He especially loves it if you're doing it while super sleepy or just waking up.

Jimmy

-Sucking on anything. Could be a popsicle, could be a straw, doesn't matter. The only thing he can think about is that was my dick last night. This also works if you chew on your pens or something.

-Holding his hand. He relishes in the fact that you're so small compared to him. (plus, he likes knowing his fingers are so much bigger so they can hit all the right spots inside you ;b)

-wearing his clothing. Could be a hoodie or a shirt. Its a weird.. ownership/possessive thing. Like.. aw, they're wearing my stuff. They really belong to me.

Anya

-Nicknames/petnames. Especially If they're creative. She looooves personalized nicknames. It makes her feel like you really think a lot about her, and she just wants to kiss you silly <33

-Eye. Contact. She's not good at it herself, but if you are looking deep into her eyes while talking to her, she's folded more than origami.

-Little lesbian thingy, but she's a sucker for a woman with tattoos. Having a girlfriend who's inked up is her dream. She loves tracing the patterns, and if you get her initials tatted? Expect a wedding ring on your finger by tomorrow.

Daisuke

-my boy is young, so the most random shit can turn him on. Tying your hair up? Hard. Laughing at something he said? Bricked up. Wearing his hoodie? It's throbbing.

-but if we're talking specific things.. he loves it when his s/o is touchy. He's probably clingy himself, so having someone who matches that energy is such a turn-on.

-Playing. With. His waistband. Like, fidgeting with it, slipping your fingers under it a bit.. He's literally screaming in his head for you to just grab his dick already, PLEASE.

Swansea

-when a person can cook. No, not in some weird domestic 'a wife should cook for her husband' shit, he can cook himself something just fine. But a good cook is the easiest way to woo him.

-Good with kids. Oooh boy. He's past his baby-making prime, but if he wasn't, he'd have you knocked up by now. He misses his kids being little, so seeing you be sweet to little kids gets him going.

-Long hair. I read somewhere that he would be a sucker for someone with good hair, and I agree. Long Luscious locks are his favorite thing ever.

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dickgraysonisnothereforthis · 2 days ago

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i have the flu rn and keep thinking about jason todd taking care of you when youre sick, hes intent on just bringing you food cause red hood cant protect gotham if he has a cold. then he sees you, red nose, messy hair, a sniffling mess, and when you look at him like a sad puppy and mutter out, “please just stay for a bit” your voice sounding dry and weak. he cant do anything but oblige your request.

oh no! i'm sorry you're not feeling well--- have this silly little fic like chicken soup for the soul!

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Okay, this will take five minutes. Easy, easy. Jason will be in and out, he swears.

He grips the to-go bag holding your chicken soup and grapples toward your apartment. You've been down and out with the flu for a few days, and had insisted he keep his distance so he wouldn't get sick too. "Can't protect Gotham with the sniffles," you had said on the phone. Even though he's wanted to take care of you, you'd held firm, so he'd stayed away.

It's not like you're wrong, he reasons as he makes his way over. He does have this festering, garbage dump of a city to take care of. Not like Bruce is doing enough on his own, anyway. He was right to stay away. If he gets sick, who'll protect the girls selling in Crime Alley?

He tries to convince himself all the way across town and onto your fire escape. Jason will just drop this off and leave. No biggie.

He knocks on your window. Peering into your living room, he sees a few small lights on and a pile of blankets on the couch. You're nowhere to be found, maybe you're asleep in bed.

Jason surveys the food. He could text you that it's here and just leave it, but then it'll get cold. He knocks again. A muffled groan sounds through the window, and the lump of blankets on the couch slowly sits up. Some of the blankets shuffle around until you poke your head out, blearily looking around your living room.

Jason grimaces to himself. You look like shit. He raps again on the window to get your attention, and you look over before slowly disentangling yourself from your nest, keeping one blanket swaddled around you. Rising to your feet, you shuffle over, coming close enough that your breath fogs up the window. "Hey, Jay." You cough horribly.

He waves, then gestures at you to lift up the window. You grunt as you do so, leaning away from the cold. "Jay. You can' come indide. You'll ged sig." You glare at him, expression ruined by your red nose and wild hair. "Go away," you sniff at him.

"Brought you some soup. Still hot," he offers, handing you the bag.

"Oh." You take the container out of the bag, holding it close to your chest. "Feels nice. Thanks, Jay."

Jason nods, hesitating. "You sure you don't want me to stay?"

You glare at him again. "I'm fghine!" Another cough overtakes you, and you almost drop the soup, Jason grabbing it out of the air.

"You sure?" he clarifies.

You look at him, eyes watery, pushing your lip out. "...could you stay for a bit?"

Thank god. Jason throws himself through the window, shutting it behind him with a crash. "Of course, baby. Here, go sit," he pushes you toward the couch. "Let me get you your soup."

You sway as you walk over, collapsing onto the sofa. "Jus' for a few hours," you warn, trying to look stern from your position face down on the couch.

Jason stifles a grin. "Sure thing, doll."

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hey-august · 23 hours ago

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🎪 2 of 5 - Words of Affirmation

WC: ~450 Warnings: nsfw, Buggy x GN!reader, insertion sex - reader receiving

💌 #hey-august valentines 2025

“Your hair looks nice.”

Buggy tripped over nothing and fell face first onto the deck. In a flurry of limbs, he was back on his feet. A lump was already growing on his forehead.

“You think so? You have good taste!” Buggy said a little too loudly while tossing his head side to side, swinging his cascading ponytail to and fro.

His face was red. You liked it.

Whenever you saw the chance to compliment the Chairman, you took it. Anything to see the smile that was bigger than the last one. To watch the sparkle in his eyes get brighter. To make that crimson hue bloom across his cheeks and reach for his ears.

“Do you want to try this color? I think it would suit you.” Afterwards, whenever Buggy wore that particular lipstick, it was another invitation to tell him how nice it looked. Compliments that were accepted with an air kiss sent with a wink.

“Wow, you really know a lot about animals!” His loud laugh and puffed chest were so damn cute. And you adored how animated he became with each word. Buggy was a one man menagerie, contorting and rearranging his body to perform along with the knowledge he was sharing.

“You’re so good to us, sir.” The stars in Buggy’s eyes shone just for you.

“I like you.”

“Your lips are really soft.”

“Please keep talking, I like to hear your voice.”

“Do that again, please. It feels good.”

“You feel perfect in my hand.”

You couldn’t stop the words bubbling up from the pressure building inside. It almost felt silly. Here you were, stroking the Chairman’s hard dick, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the heft in your hand. At the way it curved slightly to the right. At how it would feel amazing somewhere else.

“Please put it in, I want you to make me feel good.”

“Nnh, Ch-chairman Buggy, you’re so big.”

Buggy pulled more from you. More praise, flattery, and affirmation. It was like he needed to hear these things. Like he was begging for you to keep doling out these precious treats for him to savor. He asked what felt nice, just to hear you say that he felt amazing. He wanted to hear what he was doing to you, so you’d have to describe how stretched you were. Buggy needed to hear it all.

“You’re going to make me come,” you said in a voice so saccharine that Buggy had to have it on his tongue.

Though wordless, the moans and whimpers you released against his lips were the validation he wanted.

And later that night, when Buggy drifted off to sleep with you by his side, your voice was in his head.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 days ago

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hello there! I would like to request something about donna being stressed or under too much pressure and taking it on reader in bed and accidentally hurting her? after that donna is very reluctant to be intimate again but reader reassures that they can try again. Could it be gp donna? Thanks! Have a good day

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

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Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, angst, mental health issues, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,928

Summary: She put too much pressure in herself, and it had consequences...

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

“Okay, I found it,” you said triumphantly, grabbing and waving the black cloth in your hands.

Donna sighed in relief as you approached with the veil she thought she had lost, a shy smile forming on her face.

“Where was it?” she asked curiously, with a somewhat impatient tone.

You shrugged and pointed to an old table with disinterest.

“There,” you said, playing with the cloth in your hands, trying to find the right position. “It seems that someone has been playing hide and seek again, hasn't it, Angie?” you mocked, glancing sideways at the doll, who received the accusation as a terrible offense.

“Me? You silly villager, you have no evidence!” the puppet protested, with a tone that betrayed her guilt.

“Angie… per favore,” the lady in black lamented, shaking her head. “I don't want to be late for the meeting.”

“Well, we found it just in time,” you said with a smile, quickly caressing her cheek.

The brunette returned the caress, kissing you softly on the lips before you raised your arms to place that horrible fabric on her head.

“Meeting, meeting, meeting, how boring,” Angie doll murmured, making you give each other another knowing look.

“Yeah… you say it,” you commented, playing along with the puppet and winking at her. “Hey, Donna, now that I think about it…”

“Mm?”

“What if you don't wear it?” you suggested, tilting your head slightly and placing a lock of black hair behind her ear.

She frowned instantly.

“(Y/N),” she murmured, letting you know that the idea, of course, didn't please her at all.

“What? I didn't say anything stupid, Donna, you don't need to,” you insisted. “You know you're beautiful.”

“S-Stop it, tesoro,” the woman said, shaking her head and giving you a nervous smile.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you said sincerely, approaching little by little and lovingly kissing the tip of her nose.

“Sciocchezze,” the doll maker insisted, shaking her head effusively.

“Nonsense? No, honey, it's what I think,” you answered amused, moving the black cloth away from her face.

“Exactly, it's what you think,” Donna said, with a satisfied tone. “Per favore, (Y/N), we're going to be late.”

“Donna…” you sighed, frustrated. “Come on, none of your siblings seem to care about their appearance, why do you…?”

“Will you shut up and put the veil on me already?” the brunette interrupted, snatching the cloth from your hands and looking for the right position, leaving you surprised by that abrupt attitude “Cavolo…”

“Oh, okay, as you wish,” you said defeated, shaking your head and looking for your coat.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized seconds later, while picking up the irreverent doll from the floor. “(Y/N), we've already talked about it, I… I… prefer to wear the veil.”

“I didn't mean to offend you, my love,” you whispered, rubbing her arm affectionately. “Hey, lately you've been a little more… irritable than usual, has something happened?” you asked as she opened the door, answering you with a vague gesture.

“No,” she said briefly, offering her arm for you to grab.

“Mm, okay,” you said distrustfully. “Damn, it's so cold.”

“Come closer to me, tesoro,” she said affectionately, pulling you a little.

“With pleasure,” you joked, hanging on to her arm and enjoying the first steps of that walk.

The meetings weren’t very common, but they were inevitable.

Mother Miranda's leadership over the Four Lords seemed to be maintained precisely thanks to those meetings, reminders that they are under her command, that she protects them, just as, every week, she reminds the villagers that she, and the Black Gods, protected them.

It didn't exactly make you happy to walk towards that dark cave, towards that underground cathedral where the four founding houses of the village met.

But, of course, you were going with her, with Donna. For the lady in black, leaving her old mansion was a milestone. Walking somewhere other than the Beneviento grounds was something that, for you, was worth the effort.

You were once the Duke's assistant, the fat merchant who sold supplies to the village, the Lords, and anyone with coins in their pockets. As his assistant, you had to run many errands, and of course, you were in charge of going to places the merchant didn't want to be.

The old mansion by the waterfall, the Beneviento Estate, was one of those places. You were born and raised in the village, you knew who lived there, but somehow, you couldn't get a picture of it in your head.

All that came to your mind was the color black, that talking doll, that stoic figure. To your surprise, those little encounters weren't as unpleasant as you thought.

The few words you exchanged with the strange woman became almost necessary in your life, addictive. That hoarse voice, that melodic tone, that intimidating presence… Of course she caught your attention.

Little by little the visits stopped being business-related, adorned with very poorly prepared excuses and with a desire to continue getting to know Donna Beneviento, a tormented woman, surrounded by rumors and legends.

Nonsense in your opinion. Yes, Donna was strange, she was sick and she was dangerous, but none of that appeared in your mind when you decided to get a little closer to her, just a little closer.

Love was not long in coming, as she, also surprised by your interest, let herself be carried away by the situation, by that sensation so new to her: being loved.

The Black Gods were particularly cruel to her. Where there should have been a small scar on her right eye, there was now a deformity that she herself considered horrible.

For you it was nothing like that, it was simply a peculiarity, and that natural reaction and the word “beautiful” coming out of your lips was the last thing you heard before melting into her in a passionate kiss.

Over time, you stopped going to the mansion, to live in it next to the lady in black and the Angie doll, a perfect place for you, next to the woman of your life.

Nothing, neither her appearance, nor the changes that the gift of the Gods made in her body prevented you from continuing to love her, from continuing to get excited about everything the woman in black did. You loved her, she loved you, there was not much more to add.

But, although everything was going great, lately the brunette's attitude had become tense. The afternoons in the workshop seemed eternal for you, she seemed nervous.

“(Y/N),” Donna whispered, taking you out of your memories. “Wait…”

You both stopped in the snow, just before crossing the wooden doors that marked her territory.

“What's wrong, honey?” you asked worriedly, noticing her body trembling. “Donna, what's wrong?” you insisted when you didn't get a response.

“I haven't been completely honest with you,” she confessed in a soft voice, leaving her doll on the ground.

“Oh,” you sighed suspiciously, trying to read her face, something impossible, of course. “Well, well… I thought I already knew all your secrets,” you murmured with a hint of mischief, wrapping your arms around her waist.

The lady in black gently grabbed your wrists, shaking her head.

“No, I… I…,” she stammered somewhat nervously, looking around, as if she were scared. “Yes, something's wrong.”

“Mm, okay…” you said, dragging out your words and changing mischief into understanding. “Do you want to tell me?”

“Yes, it's just that...” the lady whispered, sighing, as if she wanted to gain the necessary courage. “It's just that I feel... I feel that... I-I'm not like the others.”

“The others? You mean your siblings?” you asked curiously. “Of course you aren’t, Donna, you are much more...”

“Basta,” she interrupted, playing with your hands. “I-I want to open my feelings to you, tesoro.”

“Fine, forgive me,” you said empathetically, calming her hands in yours.

“I just don't... I don't think Mother Miranda trusts me as much as she do with them,” Donna explained, making you listen attentively. “You know, I... well, I'm not strong, o-or, especially good at anything and...”

“Oh, honey, what are you saying?” you asked in a tender tone, caressing her face under that horrible fabric. “Donna, you are very special.”

“Special...” she hissed mockingly. “It's not about being special. It's about trust, (Y/N). Mother Miranda hasn't trusted me. Sometimes I don't know why I'm even a Lord.”

“I suppose she named you Lord due to something, right?” you said, starting to understand her frustration.

“Yes, because of my family. If I wasn't of noble blood, she probably would have ruled me out,” the lady said, looking away.

“Don't talk nonsense,” you said, trying to get that idea out of her head. “Donna, you have the power to summon a person's worst nightmares. That's... terrifying... and powerful,” you joked.

“Hey, you sticky idiots! We're going to be late!” Angie interrupted, jumping impatiently in the snow.

“And there's Angie too,” you said amused, pointing at the doll with your head.

“S-So, why doesn't she give me a single important task?” the brunette asked, revealing with her nervous tone that it was the reason for her stress the last few days. “I feel useless…”

“Hey, listen to me, you're not useless, Donna. You're a wonderful woman and… well, I confess that before I met you, you scared me,” you said, careful not to hurt her fragile feelings.

“Grazie, (Y/N), but that's not enough,” Donna sighed, bending down again to pick up her doll.

“W-Well, then… why don't you offer yourself for the next task? That way you'll see that Miranda trusts you,” you advised, grabbing her hand to continue your way.

“Maybe,” she whispered again.

The walk through the village continued in silence. Well, at least you knew what was going on in Donna's mind, and you understood the reason for her stress and anxiety, although you really thought she had no reason to think that way.

Of course, your presence wasn’t allowed at the meeting, so you had to wait patiently for it to end, as always.

In the distance you could hear deep, dark voices, and their echo in the old stone walls.

After an impossible amount of time, the sound of furniture scraping across the ground told you that the meeting was over, and you sighed in relief, knowing that you would finally return home.

“My dear, how are you?” Alcina Dimitrescu, lady of the castle and Miranda's favorite Lord asked.

“Fine, my lady,” you answered elegantly, avoiding those always seductive eyes as they pursued you mercilessly.

“Doll face…” whispered Karl Heisenberg, a man who, if it weren't for his actions, could be mistaken for just another villager, a crazy one though.

“Karl,” you greeted politely as he looked at you over his glasses, awkwardly, as always.

Seeing Moreau, you began to grow impatient, as Donna didn’t come out.

“Hey, Sal,” you said, drawing the sea monster's attention. “Where's Donna?”

“She's talking to Mother,” he replied with devotion in his voice, to which you nodded and rubbed your hands before getting braver and peeking through the door.

“Perché?” you heard the lady in black ask, while, just as you had been told, she was talking to the most dangerous woman in the village; the emissary of the Gods, Mother Miranda.

“Mm, Donna, my dear Donna,” the priestess sighed, with a maternal tone that made your hair stand on end. “You are not fit for that task.”

“But, but, why?” the brunette insisted, while her doll made eye contact with you and ran to your position.

“Angie, what's going on?” you asked the puppet when it got close enough, without taking your eyes off the conversation.

“You're stupid,” the doll hissed, gesturing for you to pick her up. “Donna is stupid too… Look at her, following your advice.”

“Advice?” you asked, stopping looking at Angie when you heard Miranda speak again.

“Donna, cara mia, what you have to do is stay at home, safe, with your dolls and that villager you play with,” the priestess said, making the knot in your stomach grow.

“S-She's my girlfriend,” the lady defended herself, with a weak, submissive voice.

“Whatever,” Miranda sighed, visibly tired of the conversation. “My dear… you're not good for such a complex task. Everyone should know where their limits are.”

“If you trusted me, Mother Miranda, you would see that…” Donna insisted, clasping her hands together. “I’m capable!”

“Gods, Donna, stop shouting,” Miranda protested. “Ugh, what a pain… No, Donna. Now go away.”

“But, but Mother…”

“Taci,” the priestess ordered. “You serve me perfectly as you are. Honey, can't you see that you are not right in the head? Negotiating with the outside world is a task for Karl.”

“I’m not crazy,” Donna protested, making you want to slap that stupid raven-woman.

“I didn’t say so, dear,” Miranda whispered, approaching the lady and taking her hands.

“Ma…”

“No, the discussion is over. Now go home, with your dolls, where you need to be, mm?” insisted the priestess, caressing her face in a way that made your stomach turn. “My poor Donna… you have to relax.”

“Yes, Mother,” the lady nodded, defeated.

“Come on, go with your girl and have some fun, it's clear that you need it,” the priestess said, with a sinister smile under her mask. “Oh, hey, if you're so bored, why don't you get that village girl pregnant? One more follower never hurts…”

“You motherfu…”you cursed under your breath, clenching your fists in rage.

“She's talking about you,” Angie whispered in your ear, clearly mocking.

“Shut up,” you snapped at the doll.

“Didn't you hear me? Get out, dear,” Miranda told Donna, making a nasty gesture with her hand.

The lady in black growled, visibly enraged, and turned around, walking quickly towards the door where you were, passing you by in an unpleasant manner.

“Hey, Donna, wait,” you said hastily, following her towards the exit. “Donna”

“Donna, Donna!” Angie also called, shaking in your arms.

“Honey, my love, wait,” you said, managing to put a hand on her shoulder, one that the lady in black pushed away with another nasty growl. “Hey, darling, wait...”

“Lasciami!” Donna shrieked, enraged, walking quickly through the village.

“Silly Donna! What...!?” Angie protested, faced with her owner's attitude. “Hey, stupid!”

“Chiudi quella cazzo di bocca!” the woman yelled, making her voice bounce everywhere, causing the doll to thrash around in your arms and climb onto your back, hiding comically.

“Hey, that was rude!” the doll protested, hiding behind you again.

The woman in black growled, ignoring you, and continued walking back to the mansion.

You preferred to keep quiet, following Donna closely, but not stopping her. When she was furious, it was better to leave her alone. After all, poor Donna was sick, and that made her somewhat unstable.

The ventriloquist entered the mansion with a loud bang on the door, throwing the veil to the floor and not bothering to look at you.

“Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo!” she yelled furiously, kicking the innocent chairs in the dining room, unable to control herself. “Porca puttana!”

“Shit,” you whispered, lowering the doll to the ground, ready to intervene. “Donna…”

Angie ran away in terror from her owner's wrath while you slowly approached, avoiding ending up like one of those poor pieces of furniture.

“Hey, stop it!” you shrieked, grabbing the lady and preventing her from hitting another of the chairs. “Donna, please!”

“I'm useless!” the lady shouted, trying to get away from your hands on her shoulders, something she didn't manage. “Maledizione!”

“Hey, come on, stop it, darling, stop it,” you said in a soothing tone, cupping her face in your hands. “Calm down, my love.”

“She, she told me that…” she said nervously, blinking erratically, but slowing her breathing.

“Shh, I know, don't pay attention to her,” you whispered, hoping that your caresses on her face were enough to calm her down.

“What do you mean you know? Have you spied on me?” she asked, distrustful, moving away from you.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing her hand and slowly leading her to the last chair that was left standing.

“That doesn't matter,” you said, sitting her down and studying the trembling of her hands, the rage contained in her body. “That's it, there...” you sighed in relief, since Donna didn't seem to have any intention of moving.

“I'm useless!” Donna shouted again, making you close your eyes and bend over her lap, rubbing her legs, starting to despair. “Cazzo!” she shrieked, repeatedly hitting the table with her fists, making you grab them quickly.

“Donna, don’t!” you shouted in an authoritative voice. “No, stay still! Stay still!”

The lady glared at you, but stopped resisting, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“That's it... calm down,” you said in a sweet voice, caressing her hands. “I'll go get your medicine, you're very nervous.”

When you passed by her, her hand grabbed your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving.

“No, no medicine...” Donna sighed, her gaze downcast, regretful for her behavior. “Please...”

“Okay,” you sighed, picking up a nearby chair and sitting in front of her, watching her hands. “Donna, darling...”

“Do you understand?” she asked after a few seconds of silence. “Mother Miranda considers me weak, a nuisance.”

“That's not true,” you said in a calm voice, praying that her anger wouldn't take over her again. “I was really spying and she didn't say so.”

“No, but... but she thinks…” she whispered, with a much more relaxed, shy tone.

“Bah, I don't think so,” you said, not knowing if you were being completely sincere. “She just cares about you.”

“(Y/N), I know you don't like her,” she said, knowing you too well. “I know you're just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I'm your girlfriend, right? It's my duty,” you joked, slowly taking her hand again.

“So what's mine, (Y/N)? Make dolls and wait for someone to be stupid enough to sneak into my territory so I can demonstrate my powers? Huh?” the brunette counterattacked, abruptly crossing her arms.

“Hey, if you gave me the choice between talking to people from the outside world or staying at home with my girlfriend doing what I like the most… well, I think you already know what I would choose,” you explained with an understanding smile, trying to make her see reason.

“You still don't understand, (Y/N),” Donna said, shaking her head, running a hand through her hair. “It's not about comfort, but about trust… Mother Miranda considers me weak and…”

“You're not weak, I know you're not,” you interrupted, drawing her gaze to you. “You have to relax, and stop putting so much pressure on yourself because if not…”

“If not what, (Y/N)? Do you think I'm crazy too? Oh, of course you do… Poor crazy Donna, she can't do anything for herself.”

“Donna, not again. You're sick, you're not crazy, and besides, that's not...” you said, starting to lose patience.

“Do you also think I'm useless?” she murmured in a sad tone, slowly getting up from the chair. “Don't answer, I don't want to know.”

“Donna,” you said, getting up too and surrounding her waist from behind, leaning against her. “You're not useless. You're a wonderful woman, the woman I love...”

“Mm,” she murmured with disinterest, turning around little by little and resting her forehead on yours.

“Is that a smile I? A very small one?” you joked affectionately, playing with her, pretending to tickle her. “Mm, Donna, if you only knew how much I love you...”

“(Y/N)...” the lady sighed, while you, seductively, hung on her neck.

“Besides, there are many things you do well,” you whispered in her ear, timidly biting her earlobe. “So many things…”

“You think so?” the lady whispered, lowering her hand to your leg, moving it to encircle her waist while her nails discreetly ran over your skin.

“Mm…” you nodded, letting yourself be carried away by her caresses under your dress. “Oh, yes, I do…”

The lady smiled, but not in the way she usually did. There was something in her gaze, something that revealed that her thoughts were still in the cathedral, that, although her hands were caressing you and her lips were very close to yours, she wasn’t thinking about them.

Leaving aside that mysterious air, you rushed to devour her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that you hoped would bring her thoughts back.

She reciprocated it effusively, digging her nails into your skin while biting your lips. Normally Donna was passionate, and many times she let herself go, but there was something very different in her movements, a rush and a furious, avid breathing.

“Mm, yes, you're very good at this, darling,” you purred in her ear, placing a hand on her chest to stop her kisses. “Come, I think we can continue talking in the bedroom…”

“No,” the brunette refused, letting your hand go when she started to drag it. “No… you're not going to tell me what… what I have to do.”

“Mm?” you asked mischievously, before gasping sharply, as the brunette moved first, grabbing your legs and lifting you into the air while her kisses prevented you from protesting.

“I'm not useless…” the lady whispered as she carried you in her arms to her desk, sitting you on top. “I'm not…”

“Of course you’re not, darling,” you said amused, moving your neck away so that she could devour it comfortably, biting, sucking, defiling your flesh in a hot, hurried way. “Mm, Donna… keep going here…” you whispered pointing at your chest, causing her to move away.

“Shut up,” she ordered you annoyed, with a cold look. “Are you going to tell me again what I have to do?”

“No, but,” you said frowning, wrapping your legs around her to bring her closer again “It's just advice, my love.”

“Cazzo… I don't want your advice!” Donna shrieked furiously, pulling away abruptly and getting you off the table. “Don't… tell me…”

“What you have to do,” you said, closing your eyes and moving your hands in a gesture of surrender, taking this rough, and unexpected treatment too well.

“Porca miseria… I'm fed up!” she shrieked again, turning you around and bending your body.

“Oh, as you wish, my love,” you said, blushing from the heat emanating from your body, from feeling so dominated.

The lady growled when you tried to kiss her and, with a sudden movement, lowered your head to the wood, making you hiss in pain.

“Hey, my love… be careful…” you protested, still laughing, with your head throbbing from the blow.

“I said shut up,” Donna hissed, giving you a hard spank. “I'm going to show you what I'm capable of, (Y/N)…”

“Mm,” you murmured curiously, trying not to move too much.

With a tug, your underwear went down to your ankles while her body positioned itself dominantly on top of yours, imprisoning it, leaving you with no way to escape, although you didn't want to, of course.

“Hey, Donna, wait a moment, shouldn't we play a little first?” you asked, noticing how her fingers buried themselves in your folds, experimentally, dirty, without any prior gesture of affection.

“Taci,” she answered, accelerating her movements on your clit, causing you to moan involuntarily, and the nervous movement of your legs.

“Gods… keep going…” you moaned, noticing how your wetness was increasingly noticeable, how you longed for her touch, how you longed for her inside you.

“I don't want to,” she protested in a childish way, giving you another spank and making the contact disappear, so you moaned desperately. “You're going to shut your mouth and let me do whatever I want with you, do you understand?”

“Donna, it really turns me on when you get dominant…” you moaned, writhing on top of the table, pleasantly surprised by that attitude.

“I'm always dominant, (Y/N), don't forget it,” she hissed, with another spank, releasing her erection with a gasp, rubbing against your entrance impatiently.

“Yes, but be careful because... Donna!” you screamed when you noticed how she entered you abruptly, without asking permission, without the foreplay that accustomed your body to accept her. “Donna, wait, give me some time to...!”

“Silenzio!” the lady yelled, leaning towards you, settling between your walls, stretching them in a hasty, painful way. “I'll do whatever I want.”

“Yes, I understand, but...” you said, hissing in pain when you felt a strong tug on your hair, bringing your face closer to hers. “D-Donna, you're big, let me adjust…”

“If you don't shut up, I will,” Donna whispered in your ear, releasing your hair and making your head hit the wood again.

Without warning, her hips began to move. They weren't calm, controlled thrusts, there were no kisses on your skin, but unconscious shivers due to the brunette's attitude.

Even in a hurry, your body quickly got used to her shaft, changing that slight discomfort into pleasure and heat, one that spread throughout your body.

“I... I'm not useless...” Donna growled, after a strong thrust, staying as far inside you as she could, hitting the table with her fist. “I'm not!”

“No, no my love... you're perfect,” you said panting, moaning uncontrollably from that excessive pleasure. “Gods, you're so hard...”

“I'm doing this well, right? Do you like how hard it is for you, tesoro?” the lady mocked, getting close to your ear before resuming her hurried movements, making the desk shake under your bodies.

“Yes, yes Donna…” you moaned as you bit your lip, adjusting yourself when the wood started to feel uncomfortable.

“Basta!” your girlfriend scolded you, spanking you hard and holding your buttocks, digging her nails into your skin. “That's it… Così stretta… Così bagnata…”

“Oh, Gods…” you gasped, suffocated by the pleasure, sitting up to feel more of Donna's movements, so that your walls caressed her erection much more intensely. “Donna!”

Your cries and moans seemed to go unnoticed by the lady in black, who growled as she leaned down again, moving her hips quickly, very close to you, making you almost feel the horrible sensation of her pulling out, but thrusting into you again moments later.

“How outrageous,” the lady mocked and, when you turned to look at her, you noticed she had a deranged look, completely different than usual, which made you start to worry.

“Honey, calm down, honey…” you said while her body moved faster and faster, fighting against her grip to try to kiss her lips, something you couldn't do, as her hand lowered your face against the wood again.

Her hands became shackles for your wrists, securing you in the same position without her thrusts stopping. She had you imprisoned, and it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all.

“Look at me, Mother Miranda!” Donna shrieked with a nervous laugh. “Look what I'm capable of doing and you're not! That's it... You envy me! Is that it? I'm capable of doing this!”

Those words put you on alert. It was obvious that Donna wasn't well. That crisis she had before hadn't completely disappeared. However, that didn't stop you from continuing to enjoy it.

“Oh, don't name her… you're delirious,” you protest, as Donna bring the raven woman into such an intimate action.

“I can make her mine! I can cum inside and give her a child! You'll never be able to do that! What do you think of poor, crazy Donna now? Huh? Stronza!” she continued to rave, dangerously increasing the pace.

You couldn't process her words much, as an electric current shook all your nerves, forcing your muscles to tense, to break free from their restrictions and lean upwards, exclaiming a scream of pleasure at feeling your release.

“Cazzo! (Y/N)!” Donna shrieked, with a satisfied laugh, enjoying the wetness of your orgasm on her erection, the greater ease she now had to slide in. “Sto… sto per…”

“Gods, yes! Do it, fill me, Donna!” you said, kicking nervously at the jolts of pleasure.

“Sto per venire!” she moaned, stopping as her release coursed through your walls, wetting them, heating them even more.

The wetness you felt inside you excited you again, but Donna didn't seem to want to continue, she was exhausted. You could hear her labored breathing at the same time as her release began to slide down your legs.

“Gods, Donna,” you said, laughing nervously, freeing yourself from her grip and getting off the table. “It was…”

“Mm,” she moaned, putting her shaft away awkwardly and avoiding looking at your face. “Mm…”

“Shh… hey…” you said, worried by her lost gaze, by not seeing sanity in her only eye “Donna, what was that? You're not okay, are you?”

“I…” she said, shaking her head, wiping the sweat from her forehead and freezing when she looked at your face. “Oddio… (Y/N)…” she sighed worriedly, reaching her hand towards your forehead. “You're hurt.”

“What?” you asked confused, bringing your hand to the same place, noticing a blood stain on your fingers.

Suddenly your mind remembered that blow against the table and your head began to throb, although you tried not to give it importance.

“It's nothing, just… just be more careful next time,” you said with a smile, hiding the pain.

She shook her head, blinking rapidly, as if seeing your wound had brought her back to her senses.

“No, no, no…” she lamented, cupping your face in her hands. “What have I done!? I, I hurt you…”

“It's okay, Donna, it was an accident,” you insisted, seeing the concern in her eye again.

The lady in black shook her head, looking down at your wrists, marked with a small red line, right where she had grabbed you.

“Le tue mani…” she sighed, grabbing one of them slowly, studying the mark. “No…. No…”

“Hey, come on, it's okay,” you said, frowning as she ran her fingers through your wounds. “You were nervous, okay? I shouldn't have left you…”

“Yes, you're right, I… you shouldn't have left me… I hurt you… I hurt you!” she screamed, kicking the floor, losing her temper again.

“Shh, Donna, that's enough, that's it, it's okay, I had a great time and…”

“No!” the lady exclaimed, clenching her fists. “I h-hurt you… tesoro, I’m sorry, I…”

“Stop apologizing,” you insisted, trying to grab her hands, something she stopped by moving away little by little, as if she was afraid of you, or afraid of herself.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt you, I…” Donna sobbed, shaking her head, with her eye wide open and her chest rising and falling rapidly. “That wasn’t right… I didn’t… Gods, I did it inside, (Y/N), I could have gotten you pregnant,” she said nervously, coming closer and taking your hands, terribly scared.

“Come on, that’s not possible, honey,” you said slowly so she could process your words properly. “I’m taking measures, remember? Donna, honey, remember?”

“Y-yes,” she nodded shortly after, without calming down completely. “But, but I…”

“Forget it, okay? Nothing happened…” you whispered, resting your forehead on hers, wetting her skin with your blood. “Oh, wow, um… I should go wash up.”

Donna, scared, moved the stain from her forehead and studied your wound calmly, without saying anything, terribly sorry.

“Perdonami, per favore…” she murmured, with a deep pain in her soul. “(Y/N), I, I didn't want… I…”

“It's okay, my love… You'll always be the woman of my life… My beautiful Donna…” you whispered to comfort her while she hugged you tightly, shedding a sea of tears on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” she squealed, muffled by your clothes while you simply closed your eyes, caressing her hair. “I’m sorry…”

“Come on, honey… let’s take a bath, okay?” you suggested, taking her hand and walking, or rather, dragging her towards the elevator.

It certainly wasn't how you expected the day to go.

Donna didn't speak during the bath. She was confused, disoriented and regretful. Despite your insistence letting her know that you forgave her and that it wasn't really that horrible for you, far from it, she didn't react.

But that silence only lasted until bedtime, where, without saying a single word, the lady in black dropped her defenses, bursting into tears, falling asleep in your arms.

“Damn you, Mother Miranda,” you whispered, cradling the brunette in your arms.

Of course you knew she felt terribly guilty about what had happened, but your focus wasn't on the consequence, but on the cause. How absurd; thinking that Donna wasn't strong was simply nonsense and you knew it.

She was the youngest of the Lords, she was sick, yes, but that didn't make her useless. How you would have liked to teach that arrogant priestess a lesson…

Little by little the situation calmed down and Donna seemed to forget what had happened at that meeting. Of course, you made a special point of not reminding her, of giving her much more affection than usual. You had to let her know how special she was to you, how much it meant to your heart to see a smile on her beautiful face.

The lady calmed down to your relief, and began to ignore the hurtful words of her adoptive mother, understanding what her place was, what her destiny was: to protect the village, and to be with you.

You, triumphant and satisfied at having solved the problem that tormented her, decided to act normally again, which involved, among other things, a stealthy night attack.

“Donna…” you sang, putting your hand in the sheets, interrupting the brunette's calm reading. “Let's see, let's see… what do we have here?” you teased, moving up her legs, placing your hand on the bulge between them, making her frown.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” she asked without looking at you, turning a page of her book.

“Playing…” you hissed in her ear, kissing her neck while your hand began to stimulate her slowly.

“No…” Donna said, moving away from your touch, blushing, but with a cold look. “No, (Y/N).”

“No?” you mocked, moving closer again, increasing the intensity of your grip on her more than receptive shaft. “Your body doesn't agree, Don, Don…”

“Don't call me that,” she protested, moving again. “Oh, come on, let it go, tesoro.”

“Mm,” you complained with a growl when she pushed your hand away. “But, Donna, you were getting…”

“I-I said no, don't insist,” the lady said, her voice weak, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, Beneviento, you haven't laid a hand on me for days, I demand some affection,” you said jokingly, comically chasing her under the sheets.

“I give you all the affection you want, (Y/N),” Donna murmured, pretending to continue reading. “Isn't that enough for you?”

“Come on, I don't mean that kind of affection... you know I love your kisses, your hugs... but there's something else I love, do you know what it is?”

“No,” she answered dryly, distracted again, until she realized what you were going to say. “Oh, cavolo, don't say it…”

“Stay still, I just want some…” you purred, moving closer one last time, which made the lady fall comically off the bed.

“Cazzo…” she growled annoyed as you peeked out, holding back your laughter.

“Donna, honey, are you okay?” you asked amused as she stood up, glaring at you. “Come here.”

“No,” she said childishly, crossing her arms. “What do you want?”

“Gods…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Sex, Donna, I want sex, I need sex, have I been clear enough?”

“Yes,” the doll maker said, nodding confused. “But, I'm sorry, (Y/N)… no… I don't feel like it.”

“Normally you're the one who...” you said perplexed

“Well, not now, (Y/N). Besides, I... I... I'm going to sleep in the office,” she said awkwardly, grabbing her pillow.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, you're not able to keep your... hands off me,” the lady defended herself, looking away.

“Fine, whatever,” you said grumbling and turning around. “Good night, Donna, I hope you enjoy that uncomfortable couch...” you yawned, with a smile hidden on your face.

“Ugh...” she sighed, after a moment of silence, getting back into bed. “Well, I'll stay, but, but... stay away from my penis, is that clear?”

“Yes, yes...” you said, rolling your eyes and turning off the light. “Good night, Donna.”

It seemed like an isolated incident, a simple rejection for some reason you didn't know, but it wasn't.

The next few days continued in the same way. It didn't matter how you came on to her, or if you just attacked her or told her straight up, Donna always rejected you. It was like she didn't want to be intimate with you anymore, something that made you more and more nervous.

Your movements left subtlety aside, cornering poor Donna whenever you had the chance. Even though her body always seemed receptive and you noticed a clear internal struggle in her gaze, she always refused or ran away from you, whatever suited her best.

Just when you thought everything was fine, trouble started to plague you again. You thought about what could be going through her head to refuse to merge with you, when you knew it was, without a doubt, one of her favorite hobbies.

Then you realized.

That argument with Mother Miranda had dug a deep hole in her feelings. Your excessive concern had probably led her to lock herself away again, surely with her insecurities constantly stalking her.

You didn't know what to do. Well, you wanted to get your sex routine back, of course, but there was something much more important to you: Donna's well-being.

“Seriously, what is she doing down there?” you asked Angie, glancing at the old clock, which revealed that, once again, Donna was spending more time in the workshop than she should.

“Running away from you,” Angie said, without thinking twice, which made you snort.

“Seriously? Do you think I'm overwhelming her?” you asked unsurely, remembering those days of constant persecution.

“It's pretty obvious, silly village girl. Donna doesn't want to make babies with you, accept it. She's probably noticed how ugly you are,” the doll mocked, making you repress your instincts to strangle her.

“But, but... what's wrong?” you asked, seeking advice from the least suitable person, or doll. “Is she mad at me?”

“How do you expect me to know? Leave my Donna alone for once,” the puppet accused you, jumping on the couch and pointing at you with her finger.

“Well... I guess I'll have to talk to her,” you sighed in defeat, regretting having to bring up the subject again, having to fight against her insecurities once again.

The doors of the workshop were closed, and, before entering and thinking about what you were going to say, you took a breath, gathering all the information you had, trying to find out what her problem was before an imminent crisis.

“Hello, sweetie,” you said, approaching her and hanging on her shoulders, kissing her cheek slowly.

“Mm, ciao,” she replied, concentrating on cleaning the imperfections of a porcelain hand.

“I thought I'd make dinner today, what do you think? You've been here for more than six hours, you need a break,” you said calmly, without letting your imminent interrogation show.

“I'm fine, I'm not hungry,” Donna replied, without losing her concentration. “Ugh, lasciami…” she protested when your kisses on her cheek intensified.

“Okay…the dolls…” you joked, moving away and leaning on her work table. “Come on, cheer up, I'm going to make pasta,” you hummed, raising and lowering your eyebrows.

“Now I'm really not hungry,” she said in a cold tone, highlighting some last details on the porcelain.

You gasped and gave her a soft punch on the shoulder, drawing a brief smile from her, a very brief one.

“Hey!” you complained amused. “You have no confidence in me…”

“The pasta doesn't have to crunch, (Y/N). Until you learn that, I'm afraid I'll have to reject your proposal,” the lady joked with a mischievous smile, leaving the hand on the table and looking at you fondly.

“Yes, okay, whatever you say…” you sighed, letting her gently pull you with a tender and sincere laugh. “Hey, Donna… we need to talk.”

“Cosa? Talk? Why?” she asked, suddenly freaking out, her face changing completely. “What have I done?”

“Well, rather what haven't you done…”you murmured, letting yourself fall into a nearby chair.

“What did you say?” Donna asked, without having heard you clearly. “D-Don't murmur, (Y/N), you make me nervous…”

“Do you know what makes me nervous, Donna? You, not saying why you keep rejecting me,” you finally said, in a serious tone, but gently taking her hands.

“L-Leave it be, (Y/N), it's better this way,” she murmured, pulling her hand away and turning around so she wouldn't look at you.

“Gods, Donna, why?” you insisted. “Hey, if I've done something...”

“You haven't done anything, okay? You haven't done anything,” the lady interrupted, clearly nervous, shaking her head. “I can't believe you're asking me those questions after what happened.”

“What happened?” you asked in a calmer, less arrogant tone. “I have no idea what you're talking about and... Oh, Gods, it can't be...” you sighed, realizing something. “It's because of that argument with Mother Miranda, right?”

“What? No,” the brunette denied effusively. “W-well, at least completely...”

“Donna, honey, everything would be much easier if you expressed your feelings better and…” you said sadly, causing an oversized reaction in the lady, who stood up furiously from her chair.

“Explain my feelings!? What do you want me to explain to you? Huh?” she shrieked furiously, with her hands shaking on both sides of her hips. “There's nothing to explain, (Y/N). I don't, I can't do it…”

“Okay, okay, calm down, breathe, honey,” you said with a calm voice, approaching slowly, very slowly. “Calmati, amore mio…”

“Cazzo…” Donna hissed. “Stop ignoring it, okay? Stop pretending that nothing happened that afternoon, stop pretending that you love me after what happened.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, crossing your arms, trying to remember to find the problem, without result.

“This, (Y/N),” she said, quickly approaching and pushing your bangs aside, revealing the mark of that blow. “I… hurt you.”

“Wait, you're not talking about Mother Miranda, are you? This has to do with what happened in the dining room and…” you said to yourself, blinking several times, finding a different approach to the problems, one that you hadn't given the slightest importance to. “Oh, no, Donna, you can't be serious… was all this because of what happened? Because you were rough with me?”

“Rough? No, (Y/N), I hurt you, I made you bleed, I wasn't careful with what I did, I hurt you… I… hurt you…” the doll maker repeated, with labored breathing.

“I already told you that nothing was wrong, honey, you were very upset,” you began to say, but she abruptly shook her head.

“And I took it out on you. You paid for my frustrations, I… lost control and…” Donna explained, moving away again, stopped by a hand on her waist.

“But, Donna…” you sighed with a tender smile, caressing her cheek. “My love… That's why you avoided making love to me, right? You were afraid of hurting me.”

She simply nodded embarrassed, closing her eye to enjoy your caresses.

“I-I don't want to lose control again… Mother Miranda is right. I'm n-not right in the head and…”

“Mother Miranda is stupid,” you affirmed arrogantly, tilting your head. “Your only problem is that you take everything she says seriously.”

“Of course I take it seriously, she created me, she…” Donna murmured, confused and annoyed by your contemptuous tone.

“Nonsense, you existed before that witch put her claws on you,” you said confidently, sighing and closing your eyes. “She doesn't know you as well as I do, she doesn't know what you're really like.”

“I'm sick, (Y/N), I'm not right in the head, you know that. Everything... everything she says affects me and... I lose control, it's not the first time it's happened to me but, but not like that, not with you, you're the only thing I don't want to hurt, amore mio...”

“Donna, your only problem is that you let your problems devour you,” you affirmed, getting closer to her trembling body. “You're not alone anymore, my love... you don't have to suffer in silence. I'm with you.”

“I-I know but sometimes it's...” the brunette said, about to shed a tear.

“Too much, I know,” you finished, gently grabbing her waist. “Look, it's true that you were rough with me, that you hurt me, but I've forgiven you, my love, I know you won't do it again. Donna, you're sweet, tender, loving... you're not like that, you don't have to be like that if you don't want to, do you understand? No one can control your feelings, no one has to tell you how you are or how you should act, much less that stupid priestess.”

“It's not about that, (Y/N), if I can't control myself...”

“Who tells you that you're not capable of doing it? Her?” you asked in a more serious tone, clinging to her body. “No, honey, that's not true. You're a wonderful woman and I know you would never hurt me, I know...”

“I already did,” Donna sighed, letting herself be hugged, but reluctant though. “I-I don't want to do it again so... you should... you should...”

“Ugh, Donna, you're so stubborn,” you protested amused, shaking the brunette. “I want to make love to you, I like making love to you. I don't want us to give up on this because some bitch has put it in your head that you're not capable of controlling yourself. It's not like that; you know it's not like that, Donna.”

“I-I... Io...” she stammered, unable to refute your arguments. “I like making love to you too, (Y/N), and... I want to do it, but...”

“If you say again that you don't want to hurt me, I'll smash one of your dolls right on your head, is that clear?” you threatened amused, softly kissing her lips. “My love... you have control of your life, of your actions, and you said it, you would never hurt me, right?”

Donna shook her head slowly, letting herself fall into your arms.

“Never, never, never…” she repeated in your ear, grabbing your face with both hands. “Ti amo…”

“Mm, me too,” you said, blushing surely due to that forced abstinence. “Well, since everything is clear… sit down,” you ordered, pointing at the chair. “I want you to make me yours, now.”

“Now? But, but…” the lady protested, letting herself be dragged, being sat down with a gentle push.

“Shush, not a word,” you said, moving your underwear to the side and sitting on her lap. “Now, my love…”

“W-Well, it's, it's okay…” she whispered, noticing how your hand attacked her again. “(Y/N)…”

“We're anxious, aren't we?” you joked, grabbing her incipient erection and freeing it from its prison, positioning it at your entrance.

“S-Sì…” she confessed, letting herself be carried away by your movements.

“Ah… Gods…” you moaned as you felt her inside you gently, riding her very slowly, in an improvised, but satisfying act. “That's it… Donna…”

“(Y/N)…” she moaned, cornered by your hands and the irresistible movements of your hips.

“Do you want me to tell you a secret, my love?” you asked between gasps, relaxing your movements and getting closer to her ear.

“Mm…”

“I really liked when you were rough with me… when you dominated me… keep that in mind for next time, okay, my love?”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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lucy---lou · 9 hours ago

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Part 19 Lucys-hdg-story

We arrive in the hab again after being tied up in vines and 'force' carried by Mistress. We are placed onto the couch but vines still pin us down.

"Are my little rebellious girls going to behave again?"

"Yes Mistress, I promies", Ellie begins.

"Yes misstr - Mi - mistress - miss Du-ralis, won't happen again", I stutter. The xenodrugs seem to have worn off.

"You could have continued calling her Mistress, silly"

Oh shit I've been calling her Mistress all day and I didn't even notice. I feel my face start to burn. The drugs stopped my fears and then I just said anything. "Kitten?" Aaaahh I even told Marie that she was hot and I kissed Ellie. I - aaaahhhh. Something boops my nose.

"I - yeah what?"

"You drifted off for a while", Mistress smiles, "Anyways I'd like to know why you suddenly started calling me Mistress"

"I-"

"I-ehm"

"I-"

I grab the shark plushie, burry my face into it and curl into a ball.

"NO can't tell!"

"My kitten please tell me or I have to get it out of you"

I stayed curled into a ball. I don't want her to drug me, but I really don't want to say it myself, I can't, it won't come out. There a thick clog in my throat. I sob into the plushie.

"Oh petal I'm sorry but this is the best for you, trust me", she injects me, "So why did you call me mistress?"

"It already started before that. Ever since I cuddled your core. Everytime I think about you Mistress pops into my head and I have to think hard to find your name in my head. I hid it before because otherwise you would domesticate me, sure that'll be really hot and thats what I want and I-", I shove my hand in my mouth to keep myself from talking. My face is on fire. Vines pin me down again

"Please continue petal"

"On drugs I didn't worry about anything and so everytime I thought of you Mistress would come to mind and I'd just say it, oh and Mistress is really hot when she pins me down", I squirm in place trying to escape, the vines tighten further. I try to fight the drugs.

"Anything else on your mind kitten?"

"Please never leave me. I can't live alone. Not after everything. I need you", I start crying, "I need to be with you, feel you. Be with Ellie cuddle her, let her make me blush and and and pleeeaaaseeeeee make it end. I can't do this anymore it's to much. Just make me your pet already, take these stupid thoughts away. Take me pleeeaseeeee, pretty pleeaseeeee. I need to be your pet. aighausc jqbwicuf hwkdicjfb wjwixjdbwiw cjwbwidkdnfje, pleeeeaaaseeeeeeee", word leave me as I completely loose myself. I feel a prick everything falls away.

"My little kitten, this is everything I wished for since I met you at the park. You were always going to be mine and only mine. I love you my kitten"

Vines rush towards me possessively touching me, cradling me, pulling me into her. I feel multiple pricks. Her biorhythm washes over me, drowns me in her. Her vines feel amazing. Her eyes are beautiful. Everything feels amazing. It feels amazing giving up.

It goes on for a while.

"You two are having fun, but I'd like my pinnate too!"

"How cruel of me separating two pinnates", she laughs.

She is placed onto me and franticly starts kissing me until she's out of breath. I'm to high to do anything other than wiggle and moan in pleasure and whine when it stops.

"Gosh finally! I've been waiting so long for you, my pinnate, and now I can kiss her as much as I want!"

I completely bliss out. Mistress said something about a contract. Am I not to high for a contract, I don't care. Florets don't care, their owners manage everything. I just have to look cute and cuddle, that's all I ever have to do ever again. And thats exactly what I do until I fall asleep in her vines.

-Well she finally broke. But don't worry I still have a few ideas left.

#human domestication guide #hdg #affini #lucys-hdg-story #floretposting #floret #flort

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xxplastic-cubexx · 5 months ago

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sequel to this ramble cause the way james talks bout the reduced cherik scenes throughout the xmen films in this video is making me want to kill people. 'we'll always have paris darling' what if we all blew up.

#xmen #xmen first class #xmen dofp #xmen apocalypse #xmen dark phoenix #cherik #snap chats #im gonna be sick ive rewatched this like five times #IM STILL PISSED AWF AND THEN HEARING HIS COMMENTARY ABOUT IT OUUUUGGHHHH #OOOH WHAT IF I THREW ROCKS #LIKE WHAT THE HELL WAS CUT. aside from that gorgeous 'where are you doing' scene in first class ofc BUT WHAT ELSE #im forced to believe there was a make-up and/or hate sex scene in dofp because wdym they were worried about censorship #LIKE WHAT. WHAT DID THEY CUT. CAUSE CENSORSHIP OVERSEAS IS ONLY FOR EXPLICITLY QUEER THINGS INNIT #maybe paris can be our always i hate it here NO I LOVE HOW THE PARIS BIT IS EVEN /THEIR/ COPE #LIKE PLEAAAAASSE im throwing up. maybe if i draw cherik ill feel better #on the real its genuinely so sad. like even outside of shipping this is still art being reduced #and what we have is still good but the thought that it coudlve been BETTER ...#again their connection is already good from what we have in the final but just ... the lost emphasis of it all if that makes sense #ESPECIALLY outside of first class and dofp- like their relationship really is so sparse in DP and apocalypse its so sad #i think what makes it esp sad is how upset james is about the cut material like its so nice that hes so invested in their relationship too #and its just gotta be so. Excuse Me What when youre told 'hey so your characters cant having a deeper relationship or we're fucked'#'even though the relationship between these two is one of the most fascinating aspects of this generation of xmen films'#is it so hard to want to see like .. even just an intimate 'friendship'. like would it be so bad to see them be so heartfelt #or even just bein a bit silly. or hell ill take them fighting again ANYTHING I BEG YOU the humanity between them is so important #LIKE PLEASE im gonna cope and seethe forever i fear #and when he said 'i thought 'its probably the last time we get to do this to each other'' :((((((((((((((((((((( shoot me #at least we'll always have paris ....

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reel-fear · 8 months ago

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Genuinely so curious who Mike thinks is gonna be buying The Cage or the new DCTL GN bc with the way he tweets as far as he's concerned, it's not gonna be:

The queer people he has actively admitted he will never show any representation of in the games.

2. The POC he has actively fought against representing in his franchise. [Who he also mocked for thinking they would be represented in his franchise]

3. The Bendy fandom which has always been concerned with topics of diversity esp in the sense of queer people since its creation. Who he has responded to really poorly esp in regards to the GN.

4. The fans who critique him. [He blocked me for doing so lol]

5. His fans in general who he tweets about like this currently. [He's being vague about why people were mad at him or sent him 'nasty messages' because if you actually looked into why you'd see he was in the wrong. Either way, a very hateful way to speak abt ur own fanbase.]

Reminder while Mike is trash talking his fans he has always treated them rather poorly. The fans who won the fanart contest for Chapter 5 never got their posters actually in game due to it being rushed. Not only was chapter 5 a big slap to the face story wise, but it was literally so rushed he couldn't be bothered to add in the art his fans gave him for his game FOR FREE. [Meatly blames this on a crazy timeline, reminder him and Mike are the literal ceos of this company. The proposal of future updates here is also pretty cruel considering Mike nowadays happily admits he corrupted Chapter 5's source code and therefore literally can't update it At All currently. Because he is a moron]

At least they got to be in Boris and the dark survival, and by that I mean that was the Only game they got to be in so far, isn't that just treating your fans like you love them? Shoving their hard work into a spin off game almost nobody has played or addresses much. [Hell, who knows if with the Lone Wolf rebrand they'll even stay there. In which case they'll be in None of the games, only in the credits of BATIM]

6. The Bendy fans who just generally disagree with him on stuff. Like the new ink demon design where there is literally a public poll showing people generally prefer the old one.

7. The Bendy fans who can see he is actively lying to them. To their fucking faces.

He says this has always been the case, but screenshots and links to tweets regarding the books being canon prove it was not. Does he really think bendy fans are stupid or something? [Unless he's admitting here he lied to Kress when he told her the books were canon which sounds worse!]

8. Anyone who doesn't like the idea of giving money to a guy who laid off tons of employees then afterwards thought it was a great idea to express his anti-union views! Also brag about how good of an employer he was, according to his employees, he was not!

So in summary; Mike is an awful person who has not learned anything from the awful things he did. I will not be purchasing The Cage because, combined with this and his absolute refusal to take any kind of critique or see any differing interpretation of his franchise, I have no reason to think my problems with the franchise will ever be addressed or fixed. I probably will pirate The Cage along with any future Bendy Products [Including the movie] and will do my best to avoid giving it any kind of monetary support. Unless this changes any time soon, I can't see myself making anymore positive Bendy posts soon.

Mike has just managed to make it so hard to speak positively or optimistically of this franchise when he's so willing to broadcast how little he cares about it or its fans. I'm at the point where I refuse to pull any of my punches with my problems with it. What's the point of trying to play nice with my critique when either way the people creating it don't care?

So with this post, I want to invite anyone who feels similarly about the franchise to tell me, make a post or send an ask talking about how all of this makes you feel. It may not change how things are, but genuinely seeing other people share my feelings of anger makes me feel better. It feels nice to see when other people share our same concerns and worries. I'd also love to know if anyone else thinks they'll be avoiding purchasing Bendy products over this.

I'm not forcing anyone to participate in it nor trying to say anyone who doesn't supports mike but genuinely maybe if we can collectively decide to boycott things like the movie, graphic novel and The Cage... It might at least make the bendy devs acknowledge how much they have destroyed their own fandom's faith and trust in them.

The way Mike tweets about his actions like he had no control over why people were mad at him at least proves to me he takes NONE of it back nor regrets it. If you didn't know about his actions and only went off his tweets, you would be led to believe Mike has been needlessly picked apart by fans over things he couldn't control [or in his own words, had his words twisted and taken out of context]. That is not how you speak about your actions if you have actually learned better from them.

anyway, that has been my bendy dev callout post. This is an open invitation to anyone feeling similarly upset about the way the franchise is going to talk about it. It's genuinely nice to see how people feel about this and the more we talk about the more it's likely the bendy devs are forced to address our concerns. I don't think they will but hey, that's why I'm not gonna support them with my money anymore nor am I gonna be nice to them in any content I make critiquing Bendy. I mean I'm also basically making this post just in case anyone asks me Why I feel this way towards to bendy devs/as a way to respond to anyone who thinks I am too harsh in my critique in the future.

As always, it seems the best part of Bendy isn't actually anything about canon but about what the fan's are creating with the ideas Bendy failed to do anything interesting with.

Also the books, the books slap.

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #ramblez #bendy and the silent city #bendy the cage #for the record another reason Im making this post is bc some of the only good resources to learn abt why the bendy devs suck are some old #very longer videos and this is a very long post but I thought it was important to document the recent shit theyve been doing alongside some #of the worst past things theyve done bc Mike has been trying to misinform people on what happened but those videos are still great resource #if you want more info n such #long post #mike D #for anyone who doesnt wanna hear abt him since he doesnt go by mood anymore #sorry if this is rambley or emotional Im just so sick of these guys fr dskjhgskdfjghskdjhgkjhsd #I miss when I didnt spend my days stressed about the awful shit mike is gonna say next and how I would have to disprove it in a post later #or explain why its bad to have a cast of nothing but cishet white guys n constantly fight back against any push for diversity in said cast #genuinely its just tiring esp when u see other bendy fans give ignorant or very silly defenses/takes on those things #n then u lose a lot of respect for them bc they are speaking on stuff they dont know much abt so confidently and therefore misinforming #people or even encouraging very bad views on stuff like diversity n its importance #Im not saying people like that are bad people but it is stressful n upsetting when u see someone u thought knew better do that sort of thin #it makes it hard to trust them again on other issues bc u now dont trust they know what they r talking abt!!#like please think twice before telling young artists making norman white was a tough and complicated decision it was fucking not the bendy #devs just think all their humans are white by default and dont wanna change that its been proven time n time again thats all it is #and defending them just bc u like a franchise they made is very very bad!! They are not ur friends!! they suck and we seriously need to #stop pretending they dont!! toxic positivity is only gonna make the fandom an absolute nightmare its not gonna make ANYTHING better #it just means people will be forced to PRETEND they never have negative thoughts abt the franchise n therefore make them burned out #just look at other similar fandoms please lets not make those same mistakes!!#sorry can u tell Ive been having just. A time recently #anyways back to making my queer ass bendy fan game full of so much diversity mike will prolly shit when he sees it DKFJGHKSDJHGKJHSD

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enhanced-operatives-division · 11 months ago

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Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

#ty right-agent for explicitly telling me that this would be welcomed you a real one #i had a massive babble to my friend abt what if they all feed me to the hounds for speaking #and he said “girl that fandom is like 12 people big they need you to speak” and yeah that also helped #i have a hard time talking if I'm not asked/prompted to that's why i adding tags is great for me. that and i like the format #anyways.#THESE TWO.............dear lord can you tell I have been unwell abt them forever..#this is propeganda (/j) for them. btw. please you have to understand the potential here. it's so good.#it's slowburn <- my (probably) demiromantic ass cannot handle romance without a build up and this set up is perfect (it will never happen)#also i find it easier to write ANYTHING between these two from Juniper's perspective because i find it easier to get into his head #idk reggie is like the gay version of the: what is he thinking of? i could take a bear in a fight. audio ive heard.#whereas with juniper i have him trapped under a microscope #im going to tag this now so i can use the remaining tags to RANT #ieytd #john juniper #reginald crane #junicrane #starstruck #i expect you to die #<- being BRAVE!!!#when I get really excited i start getting like this internal shaking feeling and uh. yeah this rant started that #the worst part abt that is it also triggers my tourettes so like. double whammy. excited about blorbos? jail :(#but. yeah I uh. yeah. sorry this IS so long..I did warn but . AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAUUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH #also i did this rant in 2 parts. last night and this morning so yeah uh. yeah.#god im so messed up about these two #make me a boat by the family crest came on while wroting this and while it's mainly a roxanix song to me......AUUUUUG.....#i struggle to find music for these sillies because they have such a specific vibe to me amd I've not quite managed to find something which -#- genuinely feels correct for them and it drives me up the WALL #GOD NIGHT SHIFT JUST CAME OF SHUFFL.....all my ieytd songs are coming out to drive me up the wall.......#FINISHED I've been adding tags as I've gone alonga #thank you for reading hope you enoyed and if you didn't im sorry

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