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muffinsin · 3 months

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Could you write about Donna having her first sexual relationship with Bela? A story of Top Bela and Bottom Donna. Let Bela show her the power and passion of a Dimitrescu XDDD

Certainly, here we go with a lil BelaDonna drabble! ;)

Let’s get into it!

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“Are you sure you’re ready, flower?”, Bela whispers, her plump, black painted lips mere inches from Donna’s soft ones.

A shaky nod. She feels her cheeks heat up as Bela raises a perfectly shaved eyebrow, her index and middle finger resting under the dollmaker’s chin and lifting it.

“When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer, draga”, Bela demands. Again, she is met with an even more flushed face and pink cheeks.

“Y-Yes, Bela!”, Donna squeaks out. The shy woman is embarrassingly turned on by her lover, even more so by the dominance Bela effortlessly possesses.

It’s evident, in the way she holds herself in a straight and respectable position, in her golden, predatory eyes that hold love for only Donna, in her precise, strong fingers and her flexing, subtle muscles when she moves.

Even in a state of undress, Bela effortlessly reminds Donna of who is in charge.

The dollmaker lays beneath the hovering woman. Her hands nervously playing with the sheets below her and her thighs pressed together anxiously.

Merely a black bra and panties cover her and her not-quite human lover.

Bela hums, her fingertips toying with the strap of Donna’s bra.

“Take it off for me, my sweet doll”, she whispers. A gentle spoken command, but a command nonetheless. One Donna, no matter her nervousness, cannot deny or reject.

With shaky, but tender hands she reaches up to feel the bra strap as well. With eager and hungry eyes, Bela stares down at her. Donna feels as though she will be pounced on and ravished any moment.

Oh, and right she is.

The moment Donna as much as shifts her bra and reveals one nipple, Bela can no longer hold back. She’s been patient, very much so, with her sweet, shy dollmaker. And she didn’t mind, of course.

Still, this sweet torture of waiting and being teased to seemingly no end overwhelms her now.

“YAAAH! A-Ah, Bel-Ah!”

Donna gasps sharply as her bra is grabbed and ripped off, the fabric simply torn aside as the blonde above her leans down to capture her nipple between her lips.

Never has Donna experienced such a feeling.

She groans and whimpers when her remaining nipple is sandwiched between two fingers, rubbed and tugged lightly.

She feels painfully inexperienced in comparison to her lover, and as though she is butter that melts under her touch.

Bela smirks as she raises her head, golden eyes staring into Donna’s dark one.

“You’re beautiful, my doll”, she speaks, her voice low and bottom lip still against Donna’s nipple. She squirms upon seeing the smudge of black lipstick around her nipple and on her perky breast.

“You’ve been hiding these entirely too long”, Bela coos, her hands groping shamelessly and making her lover moan.

When her lips are captured in a kiss yet again, Donna hums. She feels her chest being kneaded, tender, strong fingers touching what they have desired for so long.

Her eye widens when Bela pulls down her own bra, revealing smooth, pale breasts and light pink nipples that stand erect. Her breasts are smaller than Donna’s, though seem fuller and rounder.

The dollmaker yearns to touch them, yet feels entirely too shy to do as much as lift a hand from the bedsheets.

Bela, of course, notices this.

Donna gasps when her wrist is taken and her hand is pressed to Bela’s stomach, her fingertips exploring the smooth skin.

“You smell divine, Lady Beneviento”, Bela teases, the title of the dollmaker playfully attached. Donna knows, she is in no position to overthrow her girlfriend now. She feels all too flustered, too desperate for touch. She feels Bela’s knee against her leg, and her hand resting on Donna’s chest.

“Let’s have a taste, shall we?”

It’s all the warning Donna receives before the gold-haired woman pulls back, her fingertips hooked into the waistband of Donna’s black underwear.

“B-Bela..!”, she gasps, warm breath against her inner thighs and covered core before the younger woman pushes forwards.

“Mghmmm!”, she groans, her eye pressing shut and her hands fisting the sheets yet again when the blonde licks broadly across her slit.

“Do you like this, doll? You’re so soaked for me”, Bela teases. She flicks her tongue to where she feels Donna’s clit is, her fingers twitching and daring to pull the underwear down.

Donna gasps, her legs pushing together. Still, this seems to worsen it all, for she presses Bela right against her covered core with it, the blonde woman’s hums vibrating against her slit as she gets her clit licked and sucked through the soaked panties.

Donna immediately pulls her legs apart again when she feels teeth dragging against her inner thigh. A warning.

“Good girl, keep them spread for me, doll”, Bela commands. She smirks, relishing in seeing her submissive girlfriend blush and bite her bottom lip to stay quiet. She knows, she will eventually draw all the gasps and whimpers from Donna whether she attempts to muffle them or not.

“Your panties are soaked, Milady”, she teases, a small, slightly sadistic grin on her. “Are you enjoying my sweet self this much already? I have barely even touched you, doll”

Donna mewls as Bela rubs her clit through her underwear again, her hips raising. She feels the other woman’s finger still hooked in the waistband of her panties, daring to pull it off and reveal Donna’s most private area at last.

The brunette gasps sharply when she feels and hears Bela inhale, a deep chuckle brought from her lips upon smelling her girlfriend’s arousal from her sopping wet cunt.

Her panties glisten in the dim light of the room. Was Bela turned around, Donna would see her lover’s underwear state matching her own.

“Nhgnnn Be-Bela!”, Donna gasps, her hips twitching and a warm feeling bubbling up in her lower stomach. She squirms helplessly, gasping and moaning so much she sees fit to slap a hand over her mouth.

Bela coos at the sight.

Her precious, powerful dollmaker, shyly avoiding her golden eyes as her clit is rubbed through sopping wet underwear that outlines her thin pussy lips, her breasts marked with circles of smeared black lipstick.

Her brows are furrowed as she attempts to keep her eye open, whimpers and moans dragged even with her hand over her lips.

“Now, don’t tell me you’ll cum already, my little doll. I haven’t even started fucking you yet”, Bela speaks lowly, her thumb rubbing a little harder. She practically feels Donna’s wetness clinging to her through the panties.

“Mhmmm ‘se!”

Donna gasps when her hand is ripped from her mouth and instead pinned to the bed.

More moans tumble from her lips, her toes curling and thighs twitching. She is unsure whether she is about to reach utter bliss, yet hopes so. Either way, she awaits it in her lover’s arms.

“I can’t hear a thing you’re saying, pretty girl. Speak up”, Bela demands.

Donna’s eye rolls back, her back arching slightly. Never has the Dimitrescu seen a more beautiful sight. She wets her lips with her warm tongue as she watches, her thumb rubbing the overly sensitive bud below is harder and faster.

“I-Ah-ah! Ahhh! I ca-aahnt!”, Donna stutters. Her face is bright pink and warm save for her scar, her hair messy in its bun as her head rubs against the pillows underneath it.

Bela hums, as though considering this.

Donna inhales sharply when her panties are at last tugged down, yet already shrieks again when the pressure against her warm, swollen clit returns already, raw and even more intense than before.

With a lidded eye, she makes out Bela’s eyes closing as she inhales the scent on the garment, her tongue darting out to lick dry lips.

The sight makes her head spin.

“B-Bela! I can’t! I-A-Ah! It’s s-soAAG!!good!”

The blonde chuckles. It seems, her naturally quiet dollmaker is quite a songbird in the sheets.

“Mgnnnm! Be-aahh-la!”

The blonde smirks as she pumps a finger in and out of her sensitive lover, the tight, soaked hole taking her easily.

“You can’t, doll?”, she coos, yet the glistening, hungry spark in her eyes contrasts her sweetness. “Allow me to help you, then”, she adds with a smirk.

Donna grabs the sheets tightly as the finger within her thrusts and curls.

The pressure on her clit grows, so much so that poor Donna feels as though her body will break.

She’s twitching and squirming, her hips merely held down by a strong hand and a powerful grasp.

A single tear of overstimulation runs down her cheek, accompanied by moans and screams of joy and pleasure.

When she gasps and screams even louder, Bela hums. It would seem, she has found her darling dollmaker’s sweet spot.

“Please! Bela! I ca-aaahhh! I can’t hold back!”

The brunette’s head spins at the low chuckle she receives in return.

“I don’t expect you to”, Bela answers simply.

With another curl of her finger and another rub of Donna’s clit, the dollmaker screams, her thighs clench in together violently as she orgasms within the next few seconds.

She feels Bela keep thrusting, albeit slowly, to allow her to ride out her orgasm properly. She’s panting, her face pink when a kiss is set to her inner thigh.

“My doll, what a mess you’ve made…”, Bela tsks, a hungry glint to her eyes.

Donna pants as she watches through lidded eyes, when her lover’s face disappears between her legs.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #beladonna

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rusalkaconcubine · 9 months

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Do it's not my next essay (maybe two ahead of it?) But my partner got me a copy of Carmilla since I need to read it before writing my essay on the BellaDonna ship and... It's a vibe

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #video essay #carmilla #vampire #lesbian #beladonna #bela dimitrescu x donna Beneviento #bela x donna

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animetingzz · 2 years

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I may be adding a little Bela x Donna to this AU . . . It’s only slightly though because I want to focus more on Cassandra. I also want to focus on the girls kinda helping Dani out as well because that girl is just looking for love 😭

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #re8 dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #house beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #Bela Dimitrescu x Donna Beneviento #beladonna #Dani just wants love 😭

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team-avia · 6 months

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The gayest moment you've been waiting for has finally arrived... All seven character routes for the Resident Evil ladies are finally here and very queer! That's right everyone, Resident Lover has finally launched!

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Take your pick from romancing roommates Daniela and Angie, wooing the lead actress Cassandra, seducing unforgiving student council president Bela, or flirting with death when going after Miranda, Alcina, or Donna.

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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bee-nutauthor · 8 months

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Notice about my fanfics and advice to authors to protect their fics!

I will unfortunately have to take down some of my fics. Recently this message was sent from this person

The fics that I write are based off of my original already published fiction only changed up to fit into the fandoms I want to share my stories with because I want people who can't read my published works be able to read them for free in other ways

Plagarizing from my fics means the person is plagerizing from my works and thus will get sued.

For those of you who are wenclair writers, please be advised someone like this is going around and possibly stealing ideas from your fanfics as well!

Spread the word so you can protect your fics!

It seems that nowadays people can't share anything for free without being taken advantage for it. I will be taking down my fics. I apologize to everyone who genuinely enjoyed them but this sort of behavior is not alright.

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shortstrawberry · 5 months

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A RL AU where Donna is Dr. Donna Beneviento, your Professor of Botany and Toxicology. Because we deserve it.

You met Dr Beneviento in a totally cliche way. By bumping into her while you're running late for your first day at college. At that time you didn't even realise she is a professor at the college. Dr. Donna has this young baby face that would make anyone think she's a senior at college, and not a woman well into her thirties.

So it's no wonder that you made a complete fool of yourself in the first meeting. You apologise 10 times for knocking her books all over the place. You also noticed her trying to hide her scarred side of face while gathering the very same books with you. Like a over enthusiastic idiot, you went ahead and tried to make your future professor feel comfortable about it with you.

"Scars are beautiful in my opinion. They show you survived so much. You don't need to hide them, at least from me."

Thankfully, Dr Beneviento didn't take any offence to your eager compliments, and instead just blushed and smile at you. That was enough for you to get your first crush at college. But like the gay panicky idiot you are, you didn't take her name or number. Still, you figured your roommates would know about her. How hard can it be to find a beautiful pale faced senior in college?

Not so hard, you figured out as the very same beautiful woman showed up in your Botany lecture. That's right, the woman you had tried to shamelessly flirt with was your Professor.

Understandably, you were mortified. You approached her after class, fully intending to kowtow before the professor in apology. Dr Beneviento though shyly waved your apologies away, instead asking you to assist her in her botanical garden.

A first year being asked to be a professor's assistant is no doubt strange. But Dr Beneviento was so insistent you take the job. She even went ahead and assured you a good pay and two days holiday in a week. Something she honestly didn't even need to do. You were already such a simp for her and would have done it for free.

And so starts you getting to know your Botany professor up close. The woman was almost always squeaky shy, the tempo of her voice barely reaching above her whisper. But when she stands on her podium, teaching a batch of 100+ students, you swear a spilt personality takes over the normally shy professor. It shows that Donna knows the shit she is teaching, and she demands respect over it from her students.

However, it soon became obvious that Dr Beneviento harbours a sweet spot for you. You'll always remember that one moment where she had caught you sleeping in one of her classes. You had stayed up all late tending to the new batch of soil you're preparing for the garden. The usually impartial professor came up to your seat, took off her trenchcoat and draped it over your sleeping form. She even went ahead patting your head before continuing with her class. She also did this in front of 100+ students.

After this, you can't help but get your hopes up high. Still, she's your professor and there's nothing you can do on your end. What if you have it all wrong and Dr Beneviento cares for you because you're her niece Angie's friend? And so you keep quiet.

Little do you know, Professor Donna Beneviento fell for you at first sight. Inviting you to be her botanical garden assistant was a ploy to get close to you. Inviting you and Angie to her cottage for dinner was a ploy to get to know you outside of classes and work. But just like you, Donna is also afraid of making the first move. Especially when you're still her student and she is so much older then you in age. For now, she is content to admire you from as close as she can get to you.

Wanna see a jealous and possessive Professor Donna in action? Let me know!

#resident lover #donna beneviento #donna mammina #professor donna #botany can be hot #bela dimitrescu #wlw #requests open #resident lover headcannons #ao3 writer #resident evil village #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Distractions

Bottom Bela Dimitrescu x Top Donna Beneviento

Prompt: When Bela distracts and teases her girlfriend all day, she finally gets what’s coming to her

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Donna closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. It had been a while since she felt this relaxed. Her entire body felt at ease and her breathing was completely even.

With one of her favorite books in her hand, written in a beautiful handwriting and filled with beautiful italian letters, the morning was perfect. The book cover, made of leather, rested comfortably against her hand and her slim body rested smugly against the sofa and pillows placed on top of it.

Despite the occasional thuds and yells (mainly caused by Angie or one of her playmates), the doll maker found the morning quite peaceful. Perhaps it was even the best one of that week, for it was neither cold, nor uncomfortably warm on that particular day. Donna felt comfortable in her black dress, but deemed it unnecessary to wear her veil. She hardly did so at home.

Angie was running around wildly, probably chasing some small animal, Donna guessed. Her little feet could be heard whenever they made contact with the wooden floor and her laughter rang quietly throughout the house.

Donna was just a few minutes into reading the next chapter when she suddenly felt a dip on the sofa next to her. She finished reading the current page, before she looked down at Bela’s head on her lap. Contact was still something she had to get used to, even though she made great progress already and often even initiated contact by grasping Bela’s cold hand (her girlfriend’s skin was always rather cold, which sometimes concerned the doll maker greatly).

She used one hand to distinctly comb through the blonde locks, (she smiled when she felt her girlfriend press into her palm hungrily) and continued reading her book. She didn’t mind Bela’s company at all and in fact found comfort in tangling her fingers in blonde, soft, curled hair.

Or that was the plan at least: reading. However, she wasn’t even halfway through finishing the next page when the doll maker felt her girlfriend’s head press against her stomach.

That wasn’t new to her though, for more often than not the blonde was desperate for her attention and often appeared to seek affection in form of cuddling.

Donna gasped a little when she felt Bela take her hand and press it against her round breast though. Bela’s fingers placed over her own ones urged her to squeeze and grope, but the doll maker had different plans on such a lovely morning. Especially she was interested in finishing her book, a task she had set herself weeks ago already.

For a moment Donna believed she could simply ignore her needy blonde and continue her book in peace, but that proved to be impossible after only a few minutes, for every time the doll maker re-started reading a sentence, Bela’s whine interrupted her.

“Bela.”, Donna said in a warning tone. She chuckled when she slapped her girlfriends’ breast lightly and received a gasp and a pouty grumble in return. When Bela released her hand, the other woman considered it done and turned her attention back to her book, only occasionally petting Bela’s hair, for the blonde was quite determined not to move from the warm lap of her girlfriend.

That also was nothing new to either of them and had almost become a daily routine for them. Because of Bela’s dislike regarding cold temperatures and her own cold skin, cuddling was often the most useful and comfortable way of warming herself up, especially in winter, when it was freezing outside and the fireplaces inside of the beneviento residence were lit and spread warmth.

Some minutes passed in silence and the doll maker was even able to read another chapter- admittedly not the most interesting one anyway- before she felt the bug-like-blonde claw at her book. Had Donna not held it in such a steady grip, it likely would’ve fallen out of her hand.

”Bela.”, she warned again. Again she only received a tug on her book and a small whine as a reply.

It continued like that for a few minutes (Donna considered simply giving in to her girlfriend’s needs), before a rustling noise from outside caused the blonde to abandon her position on her girlfriend and go hunt whatever poor animal had captured her attention.

It was only a few hours later when something similar occurred again. That time it was when Donna was peacefully tending to her garden. The weather was warm, nearly uncomfortably hot even, but there was a light, comfortable breeze. The sky was free of any dark clouds and allowed the sun to shine upon her plants undisturbed. Shortly; it was the perfect day for gardening, Donna decided.

It started with Bela tugging at her clothes, whining and constantly swarming around her. Despite her girlfriend’s obvious attempts of receiving her attention, Donna decided to ignore them for the time being, just to see how much she could rile her girlfriend up. In a way it was a payback for earlier, when the blonde was (apparently) fixated on not letting Donna finish her book.

Ignoring her however proved to be a lot harder than the doll maker had originally believed, for not long after she denied her girlfriend her touch, the blonde stripped and laid down in the grass to ‘sunbathe’.

(Truly- Donna wasn’t even certain that Bela COULD tan, for she had never seen the blonde anything but pale.)(She did not doubt that Bela simply did it to capture her attention. She was no fool after all!)

”Donna”, Bela called occasionally and Donna painfully tried not to pay her any more attention than necessary, for the sake of her garden alone! (God forbid Angie attempted watering her precious plants if she was to leave with her girlfriend!)(As much as Donna loved the doll, her garden was off limits for her, for she’d always water her precious plants too much or too little.)

The third and last time was in the late evening, when Donna was sewing another dress for one of her sweet dolls. (Despite all of them having beautiful gowns already, the doll maker found that there was always room for improvement and would gladly take her time to design and sew new, beautiful clothes for them.)

It was then that Bela decided to sit right on her lap. As much as Donna relished in the feeling of her girlfriend on her, it was hardly the time for distractions, and oh how much the playful blonde liked to distract her.

”Bela.”, Donna warned and placed the partly-finished dress on the table. Despite her better judgement, her hands instead came to rest against Bela’s bottom and caressed the fabric of the black dress there.

“I’m working, stop distracting me, doll.”, Donna said, kissed Bela’s cheek (that was for once not covered in blood!) and leaned forward to continue her work.

”You’ve been ignoring me all day!”, Bela exclaimed whiny and Donna chuckled upon feeling the woman grind against her thighs. “We have eaten together and spent time together with Angie, bug. We even cuddled after dinner for quite a while. I wouldn’t say that I ignored you.”, Donna replied and continued sewing.

She gasped when she felt her girlfriend lick and bite her neck teasingly, but caught herself again after a few moments and continued sewing.

Another thrust against her thigh.

”Donna, please.”

She examined the tiny, unfinished dress.

Another jerk against her, hands coming up to cup her breasts.

She sighed loudly and placed another kiss against Bela’s cheek, though that only resulted in an angry whine.

”Such a brat.”, she commented and looked down when she felt another thrust against her thigh. Despite the room’s dim lighting, she noticed (and felt) the wetness against her leg.

She hiked Bela’s dress up slightly to see her bare skin against her own black gown. “Care to explain this?”, She asked sternly.

She knew how needy her blonde could be, but the thought of her girlfriend’s wet, naked cunt against her still surprised her. She idly wondered whether the other woman was like that too when they spent their days at Castle Dimitrescu (usually on the colder days or in winter) and whether a maiden had ever found the blonde like that already. She dismissed the thought when she felt another thrust against her leg.

“We’re at home…I can be comfortable.”, Bela answered simply and gasped at her next thrust against her girlfriend’s dress.

The doll maker didn’t doubt that she’d have to get rid of it eventually, for the smell and stain probably wouldn’t be able to be washed away so easily. Well, it was an old one anyway. “I suppose you’re right. Comfortable like I was on the couch, perhaps, you brat?”, She asked and delivered a harmless smack against Bela’s backside.

“Allow me to make myself comfortable again, then, if you’re all for comfort, doll.”, Donna said and continued her work. The brunette knew she was teasing the other woman to no end and was, perhaps, being a little too cruel there, but she continued her work nonetheless, not oblivious to Bela’s needy thrusts and loud whines, but certainly ignoring them.

She almost jumped when she felt Bela stand up abruptly and her eyes widened slightly when the blonde pushed her work, fabrics and anything else that might’ve been laying on the table onto the floor and instead swarmed to sit on the desk instead.

Her clothes, seemly dropped while swarming, now laid on the floor.

“So what now, doll?”, Donna asked unimpressed. She knew what her girlfriend wanted, though she was not particularly pleased with what she did to receive it.

”Please.”, Bela whined and pressed her thighs together desperately. Donna took long enough to think about whether or not to give in and when she focused back on her girlfriend, her brows furrowed in anger.

She watched in silence for a few moments as Bela’s fingers thrusted in and out of her cunt, cum dripping down her hand and onto the table, before she removed the digits roughly and held Bela’s wrist in a stern grip.

”Really? Is this how you think this will go, little brat?”, Donna asked and tapped the table with one of her fingers. “Plea-“, “Do you believe that you should be rewarded?”, Donna interrupted rhetorically.

Her hand came up to hold Bela’s hair in a tight grip (she did however make sure it wasn’t tight enough to hurt her lover) and her lips brushed against Bela’s lightly, just enough to leave her lover whining for more. “Distracting me all day long, not taking no for an answer, you just have to keep teasing me. And now this: fingering my cunt without my permission.”, Donna muttered lowly and looked down onto Bela’s lap.

Donna, despite her shyness and quietness when it came to strangers, could get very possessive of Bela, like the blonde was possessive of Donna, especially when it was only the two of them. The doll maker was used to people leaving her and therefore made sure no one was to take Bela from her. The doll maker was quite possessive in that matter.

The blonde pressed her legs together instinctively, partly ashamed for acting so needy, and embarrassed for wetting her girlfriend’s crafting desk.

”Please! Y-You-I’ll let you do anything!”, Bela whimpered and lifted her hips slightly. Her wrist struggled slightly against Donna’s hold, but she made no true effort to escape it.

“Oh, I bet. Spread your legs, doll.”, Donna said and the blonde did so eagerly. The request certainly did not require repeating.

The room had taken a comfortable atmosphere again. The dimly lot lamp coated the room in a comfortable light and the wetness of Bela’s cunt filled the room with its aroma.

Donna fidgeted and changed Bela’s position slightly and held her still as she jumped when three of the dolls in the room moved.

”You wanted me to take care of you and I am. Now stay still, doll.”, Donna muttered and watched satisfied as the dolls used the materials (the red ribbons that now-thanks to Bela-laid on the floor) to tie the pale woman’s legs to the table legs. Once that was done, they resumed their place near the corner of the room and became stiff once more.

Bela gasped when she tried to move her legs and they wouldn’t budge from the furniture. (Both women knew that, in case of any major discomfort, Bela could simply swarm out of the restraints).

”Stay still.”, Donna repeated and let go of Bela’s wrist and bent down to pick up another red satin ribbon. Bela watched as her girlfriend tied it around her wrists, before she lifted them and connected them with the hooks above the desk.

Normally those were created to hold any unfinished products of hers, but Donna liked their new use far better, she decided.

She dragged her fingernails over Bela’s breasts and grinned slightly. It was one of her favorite things, really, to watch her girlfriend squirm beneath her fingers- to know that she was the reason for it.

“Donna!”, Bela gasped when she felt her nipple being squeezed. She felt another wave of arousal in her cunt and whined when the ribbons kept her from closing her thighs.

”Wrapped up for me so prettily, like a Christmas present, perhaps.”, Donna tsk’ed and kissed Bela’s jaw. She was not at all happy that she’d had to abandon her work and was fully intending to play with her girlfriend for as long as she wished to make up for it.

”You want to cum pretty badly, huh?”, She asked rhetorically and grinned when she dragged her fingers through her girlfriend’s folds teasingly. “Please- D-Donna!”, Bela whined.

”You look so pretty like this, all wrapped up for me, my beautiful doll.”, Donna muttered and kissed down Bela’s chest until she could suck and bite the blonde’s right nipple. For all she knew, Bela’s breasts were the most sensitive, though she intended to find out how else to make her girlfriend squirm.

Meanwhile Donna’s hands kneaded Bela’s thighs. The action made the sensitive witch squirm on the desk and whine loudly.

”Don’t make me gag you. I don’t want Angie waking up and coming in here.”, Donna muttered and allowed one of her fingers to enter her girlfriend’s soaking, warm cunt.

”More”, Bela demanded and tried to lift her hips to meet the doll maker’s thrusts.

”No. You’re my present so I get to play with you the way I want, is that understood? It’s also not like you’d deserve more, my greedy brat.”, Donna mocked and kissed Bela’s nose. “Just-please! D-Donna!”, Bela whimpered and tugged against the restrains.

“Mine.”, Donna whispered and bit Bela’s breast again. She kept repeating the word over and over again, each coming with a bite or flick of Bela’s nipples and either a whine or moan coming as a reply from the blonde.

”Oh fu-ah! Donn-a! do-n’t stop!”, Bela gasped and Donna’s eyes widened when she felt her girlfriend unexpectedly come around her fingers. “You’re enjoying yourself, I see.”, Donna said and smirked while Bela tried catching her breath.

The doll maker added two more fingers and placed her thumb on Bela’s clit, before she started thrusting into her again. That time it was a lot rougher, so that the desk shook. Had they not been in the pretty much at the other side of the lower level and Angie at the opposite one, Donna might’ve considered slowing down a little.

Donna noticed a few tears run down Bela’s cheeks, but paid them no mind when she heard more of Bela’s moans cover the room. She suspected the tears were simply a result of her slightly overwhelmed girlfriend, for Donna usually waited a little longer and allowed her girlfriend to catch her breath before she continued.

”Maybe I should just leave you like this.”, She muttered to gain her girlfriend’s attention. “Soaked and horny, but unable to get any pleasure. Maybe that could teach you not to be such a brat.”, Donna continued. “I could just pick up on my work, the work you interrupted, and watch you squirm so beautifully for me.”, She finished, though her thrusts didn’t stop. “Would you like that, Bela?”, Donna asked and smirked when the blonde shook her head hastily. There was salvia dripping down her chin and her nipples, red and slightly sore, stood erect because of the chill air in the room.

The lord took her sweet time looking over her girlfriend, watching as her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath and how her thighs twitched occasionally, wanting to press together but being denied to do so. To her, the sight was almost angelic.

The room grew hotter and by the sound of Bela’s moans and gasps, the blonde was again nearing her orgasm. The doll maker, unfazed by that, continued her thrusts and occasional tugs on Bela’s clit, and even marked the pale flesh of the other woman’s neck.

“Ah!”, Bela yelped when Donna’s teeth grazed her ear and the doll maker grinned when she noticed the woman tighten around her fingers. She had found another sweet, sensitive spot on her girlfriend’s gorgeous body.

”Go on, doll. Cum, it’s not like you need to worry about making an even bigger mess.”, Donna whispered into her ear and licked the woman’s ear teasingly.

The action caused another wave of pleasure within Bela, and it therefore didn’t take long until she was gasping and whimpering on top of the table again, her cunt red from the brutal pace of her girlfriend (not that the Dimitrescu complained) and sensitive after her orgasm.

”You’re being so good for me, Bela. So sweet, so responsive, so, so wet.”, Donna whispered into her ear, before she moved up to kiss her beloved. She knew not to dive into her cunt straight away again, or Bela would likely get too overwhelmed, so she opted for making out with the woman instead.

Her wet fingers caressed Bela’s body, exploring for more overly sensitive places and her tongue pushed against the blondes’ so erotically. Donna felt her own wet panties against her cunt.

Neither women seemed to care about the mess they created; the mess on the desk caused by Donna’s rather rough thrusts, or the mess the doll maker created with her wet fingers on Bela’s body.

After a few minutes the blonde was still panting; Donna’s fingers squeezed and tugged her nipples, occasionally even hit them, and her mouth sucked and placed small bites against Bela’s throat. “Plea-ase!”, Bela choked out, eager to feel the doll makers’ talented fingers back inside of her, but again the request was denied.

”Is that all you can do for begging, my dirty girl?”, Donna asked and continued feeling her way up and down belas body. She was sure that if the blonde could blush, she would, and her body would be on fire.

Said blonde jerked and gasped when she felt Donna’s fingers push against the spot between her ribs and whimpered when she action was cruelly repeated over and over again, while the doll makers’ attention on her sore breasts didn’t lessen. Her thighs and arms jerked against their restraints and hoarse whimpers escaped her lips as Donna focused on all her sensitive spots; her hands on the spot between her ribs and on her breast, while her mouth busied itself with her ear and neck.

“D-Donna, please! I-I need!”, She whimpered when she felt her legs shake against her will and the bubbly feeling in her stomach rise.

The doll maker hummed but didn’t move away and instead continued her teasing movements for several minutes, until bela orgasmed again.

Immediately the older woman moved and kicked broadly against the now wet and red cunt and was determined to collect as much wetness with her tongue as possible.

She took pride in Bela’s loud gasps and hitched ‘Ah!’s, but held her hips in a tight grip to keep the blonde from rocking against her. It was clear that the brunette was in charge of her pleasure for that evening.

”M-More!”, Bela whimpered occasionally, but Donna ignored all of her requests.

”Bratty girls don’t get their way. You will orgasm when I want it, how I want it, and only if I want it. So be a good girl, Bela, and say thank you for your orgasms.”, She answered eventually as she looked up at her restrained girlfriend. Donna’s chin was wet from her meal, something that aroused the blonde even further.

”T-Thank you, Donna”, Bela answered almost immediately.

She yelped when she felt Donna’s fingers entering her and her tongue flicking her sensitive clit instead.

”So, how shall we do this, doll?”, Donna asked rhetorically. Her fingers were awfully still inside of her girlfriend’s cunt.

”You want me to go slow? Make you feel every movements, so you know just how deep I can be, just how good I can fuck this pretty, little, cunt?”, Bela whined and tried to rock her hips against her.

”Or should I make it quick? Fuck you senseless until you can’t stand straight anymore? With wetness dropping out of your poor, soaked cunt?”

Bela whimpered and panted, her hands and legs shaking against their restraints.

”P-Please, I-I wan-“, “Yes, you want to come, my dirty girl.”, Donna interrupted with a smirk.

She began to thrust into her girlfriend at a quick pace and had her fun playing with the girl’s red and sensitive clit. The actions caused loud screams that eventually made Donna wonder whether she should’ve gagged her lover for the sake of Angie.

Donna kept it like that for several minutes, when she occasionally slowed down her thrusts to receive gasps and whines and moans and begs, before she’d continue at a faster pace. No matter how often it happened, she doubted that she would ever get tired of seeing her doll like that; out of breath, moaning, trembling and her lower parts wet from her own orgasms. No, Donna decided, nothing could ever cause her to get tired of this.

When Bela’s orgasm hit her that time however, she squired and swarmed for a few seconds, before resurfacing back on the table. Donna was, despite being proud to have caused such a reaction, a little disappointed to notice the blonde’s limps now free of the pretty, red bondage. Still she did not waste too much time being disappointed, for a new idea crossed her mind already (and wet her own panties).

”That was fun, huh?”, She asked and held Bela’s face in her hand, her fingers squeezing her cheeks slightly. “But..tell me, buttercup, what did we say about staying still?”, She asked rhetorically. She did not expect her girlfriend to answer, nor did she care for an answer.

”Get down and bend over the desk.”, Donna instructed and helped her girlfriend, who’s legs were slightly wobbly and who yet had to catch her breath, move off the table. If the wet mess on the desk bothered the blonde as she bent over, she did not show it, though Donna doubted that the woman noticed it. She was still in her own little world, it seemed, where she tried to catch her breath and kept her mouth open, even though no words passed her bruised yet soft pink lips.

A spank against the woman’s backside seemed to bring her back to the room though and Donna pressed her thighs together subtly at the loud moan and yelp that passed Bela’s lips. Instinctively the blonde pushed back against Donna’s front, awaiting more.

”Such a good, pretty girl.”, Donna praised and smirked when she again heard the blonde whine and push back against her.

”Still, I think we should keep the noise down for the next few, don’t you think, doll?”, Donna asked and grinned at the whimper she received when suggesting that there would be more rounds. She knew that Bela healed a lot quicker than an average human, which is why she savored and took pride in the moments when the blonde was so sore that she could barely move, talk, or let alone walk around without grimacing.

”Stay still.”, She repeated a final time that evening and turned back to see whether she could find anything to gag her beautiful, but unfortunately (in such a situation) also very vocal girlfriend.

The said woman did as she was told for the most part, if you ignored her legs occasionally pressing together and her fingers playing with her nails and hair.

“Good girl, Bela.”, Donna praised when she returned and found the blonde in the same position as she was in as she left her. The blonde allowed her girlfriend to place the red ball gag in her mouth, for it wasn’t the first time they used it and it had rather become routine.

That was mainly because of the many times when they’d start playing around in Bela’s room (or any unoccupied room at Castle Dimitrescu, sometimes) and Donna (being rather quiet during sex) saw it fit to gag Bela (who was, to put it frankly, a loud and wet mess during sex) in order to avoid being discovered and interrupted by a maiden or any of the Dimitrescu sisters.

Donna stroked some of Bela’s slightly sweaty hair, before she delivered another spank to her bottom. That time there was a yelp again, though it was more the randomness of the spank that caused it than any actual pain.

“I suppose you’re trying to get on my good side now, huh, my sweet, little brat?”, Donna asked as her hand met Bela’s bottom again. The pale flesh was beginning to turn slightly red under the harsh treatment and the doll maker smirked upon seeing more wetness coat Bela’s thighs.

”Say, doll, do you have anything to say for yourself? Being a brat all day, keeping me from reading, tending to my hobbies, not wearing any panties like the naughty brat you are, and lastly..getting so, so wet for me.”,

Bela whined against the gag when Donna collected the wetness running down the insides of her thigh. When she tried to press them together to relieve some of the ache, another, harsher spank was delivered to her already red bottom.

”Didn’t I tell you to stay still, doll?”, Donna asked and spread her lovers’ legs again. “I want you to do something for me, buttercup; don’t worry, it’s easy. All I want is for you to apologize for what you did.”, Donna muttered and caressed Bela’s red bottom lovingly. It was one of the very rare occasions when her skin was warm- hot even, under her touch.

Just as Bela began to mumble an apology though, she was cut off by her own yelp when a harsh swat was delivered to her sore bottom again. This time it even left a handprint and made the blonde whimper and tremble against the desk slightly. How was it that Donna always found and targeted her damn sitting spot?!

“I’m sorry, doll, did you say something? If you have something to tell me, make a proper sentence.”, Donna scolded playfully and another spank followed against Bela’s sore body.

The worst of it all? It was turning the blonde on to no end, to the point where she was a dripping and whining and moaning hot mess.

”Doghn-a! I’m soghy vor entewupt-ah!”, Bela was able to keep her voice more or less steady with the hard spanks being delivered to her sore ass- yes, even her sitting spot, but when the doll maker decided to switch things up and instead smack her hand harshly against Bela’s cunt, the blonde yelped and knew she had to start over.

“You want me to remove that for now, buttercup?”, Donna asked, her fingers, wet from Bela’s own cunt, stroking the ball gag. For a moment the blonde thought about it- surely Donna wouldn’t make this that easy for her, but when another harsh slap filled the room, she nodded eagerly. Despite them offing using it, Bela was not at all a fan of the ball gag and would rather, if necessary, be shut up differently.

The doll make did as she proposed and swiftly removed the toy, though Bela noticed why only a little later when instead the tip of a strapon was thrust into her mouth. “Wet that for me as well, won’t you, precious?”, Donna asked rhetorically as she went back to turning Bela’s bottom and especially her sitting spot hot and sore. She hadn’t planned of using the tool on Bela that day, but knew of Bela’s dislike towards the gag and needed another solution quickly, before the woman would start whining and fidgeting and whimpering in discomfort.

”I-I’m sorry for in-interrupting your reading!”, Bela started and whimpered when she felt another spank. They were starting to really affect her, both the pain and the pleasure. Both of it was nearly too much and Donna cooed when some more tears ran down Bela’s cheeks. The blonde whimpered and avoided eye contact while swirling her tongue around the toy in her mouth.

”You should be, my precious doll, you know very well that I planned on finishing it today and you kept trying to do naughty things.”, Donna answered and collected some more of Bela’s wetness, before she licked her fingers clean again. She hummed at the taste and stroked over Bela’s bottom for a few seconds longer, before she got back to work. They weren’t done yet, after all.

”I-I shouldn’t have i-interrupted you when you were in the garden a-and I shouldn’t have distracted you when you we-were busy..I-I must we-ear panties too.”, Bela finished and Donna smiled.

Bela’s bottom was sore, red and warm, every little touch to it caused the blonde woman go jerk away and whimper and every spank resulted in a new wave of tears. Her clit and cunt were equally red and sore, for Donna took pleasure in spanking them as well and Bela’s chin was full of drool from sucking the toy. Donna, who felt particularly dominant on that evening, ravished the sight of her lover to submissive and willing, completely trusting her not to go too far. Donna always made sure she didn’t go too far and by now she could differentiate between tears caused by overstimulation and tears from pain and tears from sadness.

”You did so good, buttercup, such a good girl.”, She praised and placed a kiss on Bela’s cheek.

”She noticed the woman press her eyes shut and smirked when she noticed that the woman was again about to orgasm and was, as it seemed, only waiting for confirmation.

”That’s it, doll, cum for me, you did so well.”, She said and smiled when Bela’s muffled screams filled the room once more.

She removed the toy from Bela’s mouth and hid it back in a closet, before gathering the woman’s clothes and setting them on a chair nearby. Her dress was, as expected, ruined and stained, but she didn’t find it in her to complain and instead used the already ruined fabric to wipe away the mess they left on the table and floor. Afterwards she threw the dress away and turned back to her lover.

“Do-n-na!”, She rasped out, her voice both hoarse and tired. Donna found it cute, but also reminded herself to get Bela some tea with honey later.

The doll maker shushed the blonde and picked her up in her arms, careful that her bottom didn’t brush against any of her almost naked body more than necessary. She would’ve gladly changed, but figured that the way to her room wasn’t that long and Angie was surely either busy or asleep already.

”I love you.”, Bela muttered tiredly as she let herself be carried out of the room in bridal style. Her lower body felt on fire and her upper one was bruised with hickeys and even a few bites. Besides that, she felt too exhausted to attempt swarming- she’d surely just fly against some doors, windows, curtains, chairs, or, if she was to be particularly unlucky- right into a spider web. (One of her personal fears)

”I love you too, bug.”, Donna replied and was about to kiss her girlfriend when suddenly a loud giggle stopped her.

”FLY TITS! FLY FUCK FACE AND HER FLY TITTIES! Must you be SO LOUD!”, Angie yelled, particularly up for bothering them after having to endure Bela’s noises when SHE was having a tea party with her friends.

The doll chased them all the way to their room, until Donna apologized and locked her out.

She laid Bela down on the bed and after changing her clothes and taking a cold shower, joined the woman with a sweet smile.

#I’ve seen y’all ask for more of these two ;P #bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cross posted on ao3 #beladonna

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rusalkaconcubine · 7 months

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I have accidentally assigned myself so much reading for my November essay. It's just about how the BelaDonna ship came about and I've got like five books to read and a film to watch.

#resident evil #video essay #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu

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nemotheii · 22 days

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“Did those dreams of me drive you as mad as the men who perish in your gardens?”

“Even more so.”

#beladonna #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #RE8 #resident evil village #bela x donna #my art

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moonysreid · 8 months

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the dimitrescu’s + donna when you’re sick:

disclaimers: implied female reader, sfw, not proofread

warning: illness but not particularly described

alcina:

- she doesn’t notice straight away because she’s so wrapped up in her work but the moment she sees you she knows

- you aren’t allowed to leave her chambers

- oh, you want a drink? well you’ve got to ask the maid that she’s stationed to your bedside until she gets back

- she personally runs you a bath to settle your temperature

- alci will act all calm and collected on the outside as to not panic you but oh on the inside she’s terrified that something worse than illness can happen to you

- she’s more noticeably on edge towards everyone else though, she hasn’t got you, her comfort shadow, following her around all day

bela:

- from the corner of her eye she can see your head constantly dropping and bouncing right back up as you read and try to fight of exhaustion

- she holds her hand to your forehead to push your head up but that leads her notice the rise in your temperature

- she’s read enough novels to understand that you’re sick

- instantly trying to remember all the ways in which the characters in books take care of their partners

- she’ll read to you as she burns some of the herbs that donna told her will make you feel better

cassandra:

- she’s so aggressively caring

- doesn’t quite understand that you’re i’ll until you can’t hold up the dagger she gave to you

- yeh, that other maid that brought the flu into the castle isn’t going to last very long. how dare they make you sick?

- you’re not allowed out of her sight for even a second

- but she’s honestly scared that her rough touch is going to hurt you more than you’re already aching

- you have to remind her that you want and need her touch because it comforts you

- it is gameover for any maid that thinks they can get close to you

daniela:

- poor baby doesn’t understand what’s happening to you

- at first she’s quite oblivious to your change in pace and demeanour, she’s too caught up literally jumping off the walls

- it takes bela asking dani why your face was pale and why your were sweating profusely

- and then it all crashes down on her, she honestly thinks her human is dying, she all but carries you to alcina demanding she saves you from deaths door

- alcina has to explain that humans sometimes get sick, she also tells her some ways that will speed up your recovery process

- in the end it works perfectly because she can comfort you without the prospect of becoming ill and you’re so warm that it does wonders to warm her through the winter

- she is a little mopey that you can’t be as active and play games with her though

donna:

- notices straight away, as soon as your temperature starts to rise she’s on it

- it probably also helped that angie kept complaining that you were broken (you were too exhausted to play tag with her)

- she’ll treat you even more delicately than she did before

- being waited on hand and foot, you’ve always got a warm tea ready for you

- donna trying to keep her dolls away from you (they really just wanted to help but donna figured that them climbing all over you wasn’t much help)

- she definitely knows some sort of concoction that’ll get you feeling better faster than normal

#resident evil village #re8 village #dimitrescu family #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #wlw #lgbt+#donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu

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team-avia · 4 months

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Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of our own actions....

Come one, come all to the lore drop of the year!!! Scream, cry, maybe meow, and rejoice as we have finally decided to explain ourselves and justify our actions. Here is a reference in case you get a little lost in our labyrinth...

BEHOLD....IF YOU DARE

Note: This deals with canon-typical dark topics of horror and interpersonal violence

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