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crow-raven-crow · 6 months

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Hey it's me again 👋 the one who asked for Donna Beneviento.

I know she's a shy babe and mostly in the fics I see her like sub?But I can't get enough to see her other side.We want it! We need it!

Can you do something like reader's been teasing her extremely (clothes,talks, actions,etc..) knowing she will only turn red but r seem to pushes her a little too far and ended up facing dominant Donna? Like punish sex and maybe aftercare.

Thanks for reading

-BB 🤍

𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥..

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~2.8k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, established relationship, NSFW, dom!Donnna, sub!Reader, teasing, pinning, marking, scratching, begging kink, slight degradation, slighting biting, oral sex, vaginal fingering, edging paired with slight orgasm denial, alludes to future sex

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You pulled the key from the door as you stepped inside, a soft creak emitting from the hinges as the heavy door swung open, revealing the foyer. You guided your hand out slowly, gesturing the doll maker inside as you held the door open for her. Your shared laughter echoed through the halls, absorbing themselves within your shared home.

The golden glow emanating from the candles that hung on the chandelier casted an enchanting light within the home, bringing out the deep mahogany of the polished wood that made up most of the home. The age of the home brought a comfort out within it, the wood absorbing the flickering flames and creating a warmth that served as a refuge from the snow that sat beyond the walls.

Once the door shut behind you, your gaze met Lady Beneviento's, the spark found swirling within them making a smile creep onto your lips. Her veil was already discarded to the side and her hands were held out in front of her expectantly. You stood for a moment, blinking in confusion as you took in the sight of her before you. Her soft laugh broke the silence before she stepped behind you and smoother her hands up your sides and to your shoulders, filling your body with a newfound heat. "Your coat, amore mio.."

Her fingers worked themselves underneath the layer of fabric, gently pulling the coat from your shoulders and handing it on the rack behind her. You grabbed one of her hands as she turned around, pulling her slowly over to you before meeting her lips in a sweet kiss. You felt her relax under your touch, the dinner you both had just been at fading away from her mind as she relished in the safety that you brought to her.

Pulling her from her trance, you guided her into the living room. As you backed away, you watched how she took in each of your movements - the sway of your hips, the effortless grace of your arms, the never ending smile that sat upon your face. To her, each aspect was a manifestation of beauty, causing her heart to swell with admiration for you.

Shifting the pin of the record player made a small gasp leave her lips, the familiar sound of her favorite song starting to play filling the manor. The notes shifted through the air as you came back to her, the satisfaction in her figure mirroring the joy found within her eyes.

"I figured it would be nice to end off a nice dinner with a dance, if you'll have me?" Your hands traced a gentle path up her dress, massaging her shoulders before wrapping your arms around her, successfully pulling her in and starting off the small sways.

"Such a doll for me, hmm?"

"I try."

Soft laughter bubbled from your chests, the love found within you two creating a lightness in the room. Her arms circled around your waist, drawing you closer. Her fingers scaled a tantalizing path down your body, completely away for the garments you showed her beneath the thin fabric only house earlier. The room, though charged with affection, carried the increasing weight of desire as the two of you continued to dance.

You had called her into the bathroom, the black dress you wanted to wear hanging just behind you as you finished off your makeup. As you put away the various products, you rose from the vanity seat, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you heard the click of her heels get closer and closer. It added a sense of anticipation to the air, each step echoing a promise of a tease for her, a promise of the sweet surprise you had for her.

"You called, am-" Her steps came to an abrupt halt, seemingly frozen in the doorway as her eyes raked in your exposed figure. The choice of dark green lace was a deliberate one, allowing one of her favorite colors to swirl around your skin. The lace, starting from secure straps, gradually faded out, growing thinner yet framing your breasts and hips perfectly. Your paired it with matching garters, deciding that stockings would add a nice touch given the dress's slit, which teasingly exposed your legs. You saw the desire starting to burn behind her eyes, and you knew you had gone with the right choice.

"Cat got your tongue, my lady?" Your tone was laced in a tease, being sure to add a sway to your hips as you slowly made your way over to her. Your hands found their place on her hips, your eyes drinking in the slight of her as she was already ready for the dinner ahead of you. Tracing a hand up her figure, you made a slow path between her breasts, along one of her collarbones, and delicately along the column of her throat, easily pulling a shiver from her. You rested a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head slight to meet your gaze. "Or am I just as much of a distraction as I planned to be?"

"Wh-Whats-" She cleared her throat, focusing all the energy within her to not break your gaze, "What's the occasion, doll?"

"Oh, nothing.." You brought your lips to her ear, whispering before littering kisses down her neck. "Just wanted you to know exactly what was underneath my dress while we sit for hours at dinner.."

You quickly pulled away, bringing any and all traces of yourself against her with you, before grabbing your dress and presenting it to her. "Could you help me put it on?"

She took it from your fingers while giving you a nod, undoing the zipper along the back as you turned around. She pulled it over your head, being sure that your arms could easily go through the thick straps of the dress before pulling the rest of it down your body. Her fingers lingered against your hips underneath the fabric, the cool touch against your skin making a small shiver shoot through you. You felt as she took hold of the zipper, slowly pulling it up and covering the skin that only she was allowed sight of, before resting her hands back against your hips.

"Thank you, my love.. Are you ready to leave?" You turned around in her hold, a smile coming to your lips before you kissed her own.

Small chatter turned into a comfortable silence, though there was still an undercurrent of excitement coursing between you two. She lifted her arm up above you, your hand in hers, and prompted you to spin. You did, or attempted to do so, but your heel got caught on a bump in the carpet beneath you. Within the moment, the misstep led to a tumble, and you found yourselves on the floor, laughter filling the room as a blush rose to both of your faces.

You landed on top of her, her arms wrapped securely around you to prevent you from getting hurt. After the laughing had died down, you pulled yourself up a bit, kissing up her neck before planting a soft one against her lips. The blush against her cheeks deepened at your actions, a wave of heat running through both of your bodies as the desire in the room only grew.

You watched as her eyes moved against your form, moving from your dark painted lips, to your dress straps falling off your shoulders, to the sight of your breasts pushing beyond the fabric of your dress - the fall pulling your dress down and uncovering more of your skin. You brought your lips down to her ear, the warmth of your breath traveling against her skin as you spoke, "Like what you see, my lady?"

Maybe it was the suggestive tone of your voice, the pull of your dress, the teasing actions that had been building for hours, but it all caused something within her to snap. The grip she had on your hips tightened as you finished your sentence, causing your breath to hitch, but it didn't prepare you for the other side of the doll maker that you were about to face.

Within an instant, your back was against the floor, hands pinned above you by your wrists as one of her knees settled between your legs. You looked up at her in shock, though it easily morphed into an expression of desire as her lips trailed up your neck, leaving lingering kisses and mirroring the action you had done just moments before. The heat of her breath coursed around your neck while her other hand traveled along your body, pulling fabric out of the way, squeezing and scratching your skin in the claim to be hers.

"You're right.. I do love what I see.." Her voice was low, thick with the lust and desire that had been swirling within her for hours. It didn't falter, didn't stutter as she spoke, a newfound dominance running through her veins and driving her actions. It made a delicious heat begin to pool between your legs. "I think it's just about time you've been taught a lesson.. Isn't that right, doll?"

Your breath hitched, her words making your thighs shut in an attempt to gain some sort of friction, only to make you let out a loud whimper when her knee prevented such. You watched as she pulled away, her lips turning into a smirk as she watch you wreath beneath her. She brought her lips to yours but didn't indulge you in a kiss just yet. They ghosted above yours, mere centimeters apart as she spoke against your lips, "I could get used to a view like this.."

You could only image what you looked like beneath her - shocked, flushed, filled with desire, desperate.. Desperate for her, her touch, her lips, her tongue.. A part of you loved that she enjoyed it, causing a raging flame to ignite inside of you.

You tried pushing yourself up to meet her lips, only for her to pull away at the last second. Amusement filled her features, a wonderful darkness filtering over her eyes that made your core throb. She slowly made her way back to your lips, resting just above them. The close proximity always seemed to make your heart race, the organ hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure she could feel it against her own. Her perfume made you dizzy with lust, only adding to your arousal as she took over all of your senses. Your voice was breathy, lost in your throat, just above a whisper as you spoke, as you begged for her. "Please, Donna… please-"

She crashed her lips into yours, finally giving you the beginnings of what your craved, stealing all the breath from your lungs and devouring the moans and whimpers that escaped your throat. You felt her tongue brush against your bottom lip only for her to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it as she backed away slightly.

The look of pure desire she was throwing at you only mirrored your own - dark eyes fluttered against each others features behind half lidded eyes, cheeks and chests flushed a pink hue, chests heaving to catch breaths that were willingly stolen away..

Her lips met yours again, but only for a few moments. They trailed down your jawline, plump lips meeting your neck and leaving deep marks against it. You threw your head back as a moan tore through your throat, your back arching as you felt her fingers rubbing against your clit above the fabric of your undergarments.

She continued to kiss down your body, her hands letting go of your wrists and allowing your hands to immediately meet her shoulders. A growl left her throat as she met the fabric of your dress, annoyed with the barrier between her and the rest of the body. She moved quickly, picking you up and bringing you up the stairs to your shared bedroom as one of her hands worked on the zipper of your dress.

The door slammed shut behind her, your body quickly landing on the bed as she pulled the dress off of you. You backed up until your hands met the pillows behind you, watching as the goddess pulled her own dress of her body.

Her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, her body shining in beauty before you. She took her place back above you, hands running along the edges of your lace bra before her lips met your collar bones again.

You were getting drunk on her as she hands smoothed over any and all of your skin. She teeth nipped at your skin, tongue soothing over the marks after pulling away. One of her hands made their way to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere within the room.

Her tongue traced over your right bud, making your back arch, only for her to take it in her mouth moments later. Her other hand toyed with the other, smoothing over the bug until both were in stiff peaks. She littered marks across your chest, making sure to give the other bud the same amount of attention before moving kissing down your stomach.

You felt her hand back at your core, her touch light enough against the fabric that it was purely a tease. You bucked your hips slightly, only for her to bite your thigh in response, trailing her tongue over it right after. She did this again and again until she thought you were going to behave, her lips planting a kiss against your mound before she slowly started pulling the fabric down your legs.

She worked at an agonizingly slow pace, lips kissing down one leg and up the other before you felt her tongue lick through your folds. The action made you take in a sharp breath, only for it to get lost in the moan that tore through you. She worked her tongue in and out of you, collecting your juices and moaning at the taste, the vibrations shooting through your body and making a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as she took hold of your thighs, locking your hips in place as her tongue licked up your slit, only to start circling your clit immediately after. You felt one of her hands shift along your leg, the touch moving underneath your thigh before nimble fingers circled your entrance.

They dipped into your core, the stretch quickly turning into a dangerous pleasure as they pumped in and out of you. They curled in a way that made you see stars, brushing against the spongey spot within you and making moans spill from your lips with ease. Your body burned for her touch, your walls clenching around her fingers and making her groan at the feeling of you.

Her fingers picked up speed, her lips wrapping themselves around your sensitive bud and sucking at the same time. You felt your thighs begin to shake with your impending orgasm, the coil within you tightening a dangerous amount only for you to be left on a high.

She stilled her actions, kissing down your thighs while she looked up at you. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts rising and falling with each intake as you tried to ground yourself from a peak that was taken from you. Just as you were about to speak, her tongue circled your clit again, her fingers moving at a brutal pace as she aimed to give you what you oh so craved..

With every thrust of her fingers you were pushed harder and harder against towards the edge. You felt your mind grow hazy with desire, the amount of lust coursing through you making you putty in ecstasy's hold.

Your knuckled turned white at your hard grip on the sheets, your throat growing sore as she pulled loud moans and whimpers from your chest, her pace never slowing.

Your thighs shook on either side of her head, your climax slamming into you and making you moan out her name. Your body shuddered with the wave of pleasure that consumed you as she helped you rise out for first orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her fingers from your core, your half lidded eyes watching her taker her fingers into her mouth and lick them clean. Her lips trailed up your body, the gentle touch of her lips making your heart soar before she met your own.

When she pulled away, her eyes met your own, desire still prominent within them. "Don't think for a second that I am done with you tonight, amore mio.."

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𝐚/𝐧: OKAYYY?? OKAAYYYY AHHAHAH this served as a reawakening of my RE8 brainrot and i dont know what to do this was so fun holy fuck but also holy fuck? 😏

first donna fic done teehee. i might write for her more because she is such a beautiful character, but like all the lords of RE8 i wish they did so much more with them. there is so much backstory and lore missing and i just NEED a whole game or something released just for them. you cant make these characters interesting as hell and only give us crumbs when it comes to their lore

i loved playing around with this side of donna. she is so quiet and shy within the game that it's always interesting for me to see how she can be portrayed

i hope you all liked it! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get here, lovely anon;; but i really enjoyed writing this one

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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lilbitdepressed27 · 5 months

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Masterlist

It's my first time doing a Masterlist so if there's an error please call me out :) sorry to everyone who asked for a master list. I didn't have a laptop but now I got one :D

{Alcina Dimitrescu}

The Builder

The Wolf

{Donna Beneviento}

You're her Soulmate

{Tara Carpenter }

You Get Kidnapped by Ghostface -Part 2

You're the opening scene in Scream V

You're accused of Being Ghostface

-Part 2 of original ending

-[Alternate Ending] Part 2

-Part 3 of Alternate Ending

-Part 4 of Alternate Ending

You get Ethan'ed :(

They find your dog

She let's you go

Blind Reader

Christmas Special 🎄

The Kitty One

The Stomach Ache One

Deaf Reader

Alternative Universe

The Supernatural AU - Part 2

The Waling Dead AU - Part 2

The Last Of Us AU

No Ghostface AU

She's The Man AU

{Wednesday Addams}

Insecure Wednesday

{Jenna Ortega}

The Bodyguard One

{Lorraine Day}

You're a helping farm hand

{Regina George}

(Coming soon)

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #wednesday addams x reader #alcina dimitrescu #fem reader #scream #donna benevento x reader #wednesday addams #alcina dimitriscu x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #lorraine day x fem!reader #regina george x reader #regina george x fem!reader #regina george

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skxll-eater · 1 month

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Donna def watches monster high

#donna beneviento #resident evil #re8 village #re8 fanart #donna benevento x reader #monster high

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shogvnate · 11 months

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DOLCEZZA, donna beneviento x f! reader.

donna beneviento (& angie) comforting you, oneshot.

contains; donna beneviento

warnings; comfort, fluff, implied abandonment issues but why she's comforting you in the first place can be read as vague.

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"dolcezza? my love, what's wrong?" donna frantically reached out for your hand, she held it carefully, rubbing circles on the back of it like a prized pottery.

she rose up so that the two of you were now face to face, placing her thumb underneath your eye to wipe your tear stains. "have you been crying while i was gone? dolcezza, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"donna, i—"

you let out a choked sob, tightening your grip on her cold hand. that was something unique about her, how her hands were always so cold and yet they never failed to give you comfort anytime and anywhere. you always told her the two of you were a match made in heaven, because you always offer your hand warming services to her (for free!) and she doesn't ever complain about it, in fact, she loves all your silly little ideas.

you entwined your fingers with her long ones, breathing in and out softly as you tried to steady your nerves.

"slowly dolcezza, breathe slowly," she encouraged, looking at you as if asking for silent permission and only hugging you when you gave her an approving nod.

you took a few deep breaths, clinging onto her like tomorrow is the apocalypse. at last you can feel a surge of tranquility kickstarting in your gut, no doubt being influenced by donna's own cadou, but you didn't mind. you needed that extra help.

"sì, just like that, breathe slowly. everything will be alright. if it's not, then i'll help you make it alright."

"donna…"

"that's it… you did absolutely amazing, dolcezza," she cooed softly, her husky voice scratching your ears like a recording of your favorite song. "i'm so… so proud of you, mia dolce ragazza. you're so brave, the bravest girl i know."

"thank you, donna," you murmured, your chest heaving much more slowly as you buried yourself onto the crook of her shoulder. she smelt floral, a mix of jasmine and petrichor. the smell of home.

she let you, placing her hand on the back of your neck, "anything for you, dolcezza."

as you drifted into a dreamless sleep, donna raised her head at the sound of the front door being pushed open, revealing a jolly angie who carried a bouquet of wildflowers. she had sent angie to fetch some for you but completely forgot about it when she saw you curled on the floor next to the staircase.

if only angie could roll her eyes, because she one hundred percent would. donna noticed that and slumped slightly, fully aware of what she'll say next.

"get a room you lovebirds!" she huffed, shoving the bouquet to donna's unsuspecting free hand and crossing her tiny wooden arms while tapping her feet.

"i got those flowers for free! you don't even pay me, dons, and what do i get in return? a free coupon for being the third wheeler?"

"angie…" donna warned, shaking her head vehemently. "... keep quiet."

"oh!" she gasped, mockingly placing her hand on top of her wooden chest. "i'm hurt. you've hurt me, dons. you did. this is why i prefer her more than you."

donna stared at her, sitting so still in place that an ant's movement would be more noticeable than the slight up and down on her chest. she relented in the end, letting out a heavy sigh.

"the two of you can play later, angie. but she needs her rest," donna explained, glancing at you as her gaze softened. "she needs it more than anything right now."

"fiiinnnneeeee…" angie groaned.

"and thank you for bringing me the flowers," donna smiled. "she'll appreciate it when she wakes up."

"aww shucks," angie giggled, leaning slightly to whisper despite no one else being around. "please tell her that it's mostly from me."

she mustered out a light chuckle of her own, giving her a nod. angie let out a cheer before bouncing up and out of the room, leaving only her and you behind. she gazed upon the assortment of monochromatic flowers fondly before leaving it on top of the table. she'll just place it in a vase later.

"hear that, dolcezza? with angie and me, you'll never feel alone again," she placed a hand on your cheek as she laid you down on the couch,

"we'll always be here for you."

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#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna benevento x reader #donna beneviento resident evil 8 #resident evil village x reader #resident evil 8 #x reader #x y/n #x you #donna beneviento x you #donna beneviento oneshot #angie #angie beneviento

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mrswint3rs · 2 months

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Finding Beauty in The Dissonance (drabble)

pairings- Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

content / warnings- stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, no dialogue, finger sucking, vaginal fingering

tag: @flkwh0re

a/n- sorry this was supposed to be longer…but i’ll do a part 2 eventually :3

title ib schism- TOOL // divider by cafekitsune

Day by day you sit in the room that was seemingly accustomed just to suit your needs, and you wait. Wait for her to grace you with her presence.

At first, you were spiteful. She took you away from everything you once knew without explanation. She refused to speak to you, tell you who she was and what it was she wanted with you. You were fearful, not knowing what she may use you for.

But months pass. You find yourself feeling at home.

Donna never did you any harm. She kept you well fed, gave you clean clothes and allowed you to bathe anytime you wanted. You just weren’t allowed to go upstairs. You weren’t allowed anywhere but the basement room.

But it wasn’t as bad as you initially thought, despite not ever knowing why you were taken away.

Really, you hated your life before. She saved you from the stress of work and society. She concealed you from the world that taught you nothing but pain and gave you a safe haven.

When you finally acknowledged you started thinking of her that way, it was already too late. You’d grown attached to the enigmatic woman who captured you.

Counting down the minutes until that door clicked, and the deadbolts unlocked was how you spent your days. You looked forward to seeing her, feeling the air of comfort she brought along with her.

The questioning of why she locked you away was pushed to the back of your mind. It didn’t matter anymore. You had no intentions of leaving.

If she was to open that door and offer you freedom, you wouldn’t even consider taking it.

You didn’t need the warmth of the outside when you had the warmth of her hands, the feel of her body against yours. She took care of your every need.

Her face remains hidden beneath the mourning veil most days, but you know she’s listening to what you have to say. Even if she didn’t respond with words.

It was rare to ever see her face. You assumed it was probably in case you ever did escape and got help. She hid it from you every interaction. Except for when she had her lips on you.

The way she touched you spoke more words ever could.

A few times you got to see glimpses of her beauty while she took care of you, though not for long periods of time. Not enough to memorize.

When you spoke up about it, told her she was pretty, she kept it hidden from you permanently, no exceptions.

Instead, you’re placed in her lap, head laid back and resting comfortably on her chest while a hand works between your thighs. The other places itself beneath your chin, her thumb pushing past the forefront of your pouty lips.

You suck, tongue tracing over the pad of it as your voice quietly sounds.

Her fingers curve into your messy cunt, pumping in and out at the pace you’ve shown to like best. She watches all of your body’s reactions. By now, she knows your anatomy better than you do and makes you cum without much effort.

That was never enough for her however. It wasn’t enough until you couldn’t stop yourself from gyrating, clinging to her like you need help.

For you to need her, that’s all she wanted.

And she got it.

You couldn’t get off without her, couldn’t get enough. Nothing satisfied you like her soft, experienced hands. Nothing lulled you to sleep like the feel of her fingers between your lips.

She was your new home.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #resident evil village #donna beneviento x female reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil 8 village

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 20 days

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Donna x whoever, some art that I did today while watching What we do in the Shadows ✨

#donna beneviento #re8 #resident evil village #donna benevento x reader #fanart #re8 fanart

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zeleneagle · 3 months

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Loud bell jingling

DONNA SMUT COME GET Y'ALL DONNA SMUT HERE

#resident lover #fanfic #donna fans pspspspsps #donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #smut #fluff #resident evil village

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fengxdeep · 12 days

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tender moment between donna and blank character

#donna beneviento #my art #art #donna x reader #re8 donna #donna #donna benevento x reader #cunty vampire au

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donnas-dollface · 1 year

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Y/N: Donna… I’m bleeding…

Donna: Oh no no no… what’s your blood type?!

Y/N: B positive…

Donna, going into hysterics: I’m trying to but you’re bleeding!-

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ladybathoryy · 4 months

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Donna but Beneviento

Donna but Gothic

Donna but "The ring"

Donna but finally made Angie shut up

Donna but Cooler

Donna but Among us

Donna but suddenly everybody names is Elena.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #re8 village #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #lady beneviento #donna beneviento x y/n

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atropalugosi · 5 months

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I have been thinking about Alcina calling MC Donna's pet for days now so have some more silly gay shit featuring basically what went through my head upon reading that little piece of dialogue 😅

"Oh, Donna! What a pleasant surprise to see you out of that shop for a ch-" professor Dimitrescu stops dead in her sentence, a nasty scowl overtaking her 'pleasantly surprised' face upon seeing Valeria. "And why, pray tell, is your PET with you?"

"Alcina!" Donna sounds absolutely livid and scandalized, glaring harshly at her adopted sister. "What would M-"

Donna goes on to presumably scold the professor, but Valeria can't focus on it when Alcina's words echo in her brain. 'Pet'... she really wouldn't mind being Donna's pet not that she was thinking of it. But what sort of pet? The novice botanist imagines herself with puppy ears, following her boss around and tending to her every whim. It was hardly a farfetched daydream, but something about it just doesn't stick.

Then an image comes to mind; the look on Donna's face when they saw a cat during their walk. She was completely enamoured. Valeria pictures the woman looking at HER like that, smiling like she were the most precious creature on the planet. Would Donna want it, she'd be more than happy to sport kitty ears and a bell collar to boot, curled up on the botanist's lap while she has her tea. Maybe Donna would even pet her head, calling her "mia cara gattina" or-

"Let's go," Donna's voice cuts through the girl's thoughts, hand claiming her own and pulling her towards a side room.

"Sì mammina," Valeria replies without thinking.

All three women go silent as Valeria feels her entire body combust. Donna looks rather red in the face herself, staring at her in shock and appall. Alcina looks as though the redhead had just proven a point of hers.

"The porcelain and marble working rooms are soundproof by the way," the professor chimes in, causing the flower shop workers to blush further. Donna tries to compose herself, grip tightening on Valeria's hand.

"Let's... get started on your project," she practically squeaks. Valeria can do nothing but nod dumbly and follow along, doing her best not to embarrass herself or Donna further.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #resident lover #valeria (maiden oc)#lugosi speaks #my writing #dev team can't just make a casual comment about pet play in game and not expect us donna stans to meow

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 4 months

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Brainrot✨

That's all I can say. This scene has been playing in my head for a few days now, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with Trans!Donna for it... or Trans!Daniela...

I went with Donna and a buff gardener, buuuut I really need to write something for Daniela soon 👀

* canon divergence/slight AU

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"Mm." Donna made a soft sound when you shifted behind her, the morning sun warm across the length of your bodies. "C-cara?"

Her voice was heavy sleep, breath steady. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to the base of her neck.

"Mornin'."

You'd only known the Countess' personal puppeteer for a few months now, but you'd caught her staring at your muscles from within the gardens quite a few times prior.

"Mm.. morning." She said quietly.

You moved in a little closer and pulled the dollmaker's body flush against yours - spooning her from behind. Her body soft and heavy with sleep. Warm to the touch and reminiscent of a dream. The olive green t-shirt she wore gorgeous against her skin as her ribcage rose and fell beneath it. A slight reposition to your legs allowed the tip of your strap to graze ever so slightly over the back of Donna's inner thigh, making her gasp.

"Sleep well?" You asked in a teasing tone as you kissed the side of her neck, pulling a small whimper.

"M-mhm."

"Mh.. good. Just like you."

A single trace with the tip of your tongue over her ear and her hips bucked back into you, almost forcing the toy exactly where you wanted it.

"Come on, sweet girl. Tell me how good you are."

You roamed your hands over her body - sensually, caressing. Fingertips dancing across her nipples before pulling on them gently.

"Mmph=! .. I-i'm good. So good."

Another kiss to her neck. "Damn right you are."

You allowed your hands to continue their exploration of her flesh in the morning light. Her arms wrapped lazily behind her, grabbing onto your muscles. A slightly louder whimper when your strong hands began their way further down the length of her, not even stopping when they reached the base of her cock and stroked over her womanhood.

"Ah-!"

It was the smallest of sounds, but oh so arousing. The sweet whimpers and noises that you were able to pull from the puppeteer's body never failed to leave you absolutely dripping. A slight shift to her legs to give you better access, a few more pumps to her cock as it twitched in your hand - only to use her own desire to ready the toy that hung from your hips.

"Ready?"

Your voice was husky with want - your own arousal pooling in your core when she nodded.

"Y-yes."

With the hilt pressed firmly against your clit you slowly slid the toy into her, both of you moaning as it made its way further in. Her cock still twitching in your hand as you began to thrust in, Donna's hips grinding back into you. The softness of morning adding a tender melody to your movements - slow and languid - sliding your strap into her with gentle precision. Your experienced fingers stroking over her womanhood in perfect rhythm.

"Such a good, sweet girl."

Donna could only whimper at your praise - tone cracking slightly in need. Her hips becoming more eager as she bucked them back into you, pushing the hilt of the strap deliciously over your clit every time. One hand coming to caress over her breasts from behind as the other continued a steady pump to her cock. The small room filled with nothing but the sounds of stuttered breaths and the exquisite dance of flesh against flesh. With breathy sounds of extasy rolling off tongues once built only for prayer.

But who needed the favor of high priestess' when you had this. When you had moments so perfect they could have been written by the gods. Donna's sweet sounds only growing louder as your hips picked up their pace, forcing your hand to do the same.

"S-so close." She whimpered.

Only this made you growl - softly in her ear. Her own hand coming to her cock as you moved your own to grasp onto her hips and force her back into you. Gasps of pleasure - of absolute bliss - spilling out of her unhindered. Just like the white, hot desire that spilled deliciously from her cock. Your own pleasure peaking as you continued to drive the toy deeply into her - milking every last drop out of your sweet dollmaker that you could.

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#theo writes #resident evil village #donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #trans!donna #trans!donna x reader #bottom!donna #honestly #donna deserves a kind buff gardener lady to strap her down every morning #just saying #but yeahhh #just something about this position has had me 🥵🥵🥵lately #ahem #happy new year!#if you have any soft smutty ideas for trans!daniela send them my way #please 👀#re8 fanfiction

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lilbitdepressed27 · 9 months

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Donna Beneviento/Fem!Reader

Summary: your her soulmate

Warnings: none

WC: 2.9k

Authors note: to the anon who requested a Donna/reader I hope you like it :)

You had been running for quite some time now. Having to avoid the villagers was hard enough as it is but now it was raining and you felt like your legs could give out at any second. This could have been easily avoided if you had just kept your trap shut. But no, you had been in a saloon gathering your bearings and trying to figure out why you were in this village.

Since you were a child you had a pull in your heart that made living uncomfortable. When you had asked your mother why, she had thought you were sick and took you to the doctors. But when they found nothing your mom thought you were crazy and just wanted attention. So you stopped telling her when your chest would start hurting and doing the weird pulling. This went on till you were twenty-two. Once you had the money you allowed the pull to lead you.

That's how you ended up in Romania. This hadn't been nothing like what you saw on the internet. The place had given you a weird vibe. Feeling like you went in a time machine and went back a few good years. This place was like a darker version of red dead redemption. But you'd do anything to get answers on the weird pull. So you thought it'd be smart to ask the bartender at the saloon.

It was not.

He screamed witch and that's how you ended up running through the dark forrest. You were able to escape being burned to death. You were bleeding and you were sure you were bruising as well. Having to fight your way out of there. Then you had no choice but to run into the forrest. Never would you have thought that you would be chased with torches and pitchforks.

But at a certain moment they stopped and you only had a second to catch your breath. You fumbled with your inhaler. Taking deep breaths trying to calm down your racing heart and aching lungs. Just when you caught your breath, you heard the villagers once again closing in.

"Fuck." You whizzed out. You noticed the most turning a weird yellowish color. Before you could really take in what was happening as you were running up the hill you stumbled on branches and roots. You heard the screams of terror from those villagers. You tried to run faster but you were losing energy quickly. Hearing the footsteps behind you grow closer. At the heavy breathing of those villagers.

Right when one of the villagers, you noticed it was the bartender that called you a witch was only a few inches away from grabbing you he suddenly, stopped? Causing you to fall and roll into a ball covering your head. You heard the bartender screaming and begging but you didn't pay them any attention.

The silence that followed was loud. The only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing. You tried to find your inhaler with out rising your head. But you came up empty. Whimpering in pain when breathing was becoming harder. You felt what could be a small hand tapping your shoulder. When you looked up you saw that the hand belonged to a doll. That was moving on its own. Even though the doll was creepy in her white dress you saw she was holding your inhaler. She held out her wooden arms offering you the inhaler. Even though the doll was straight up terrifying, you felt...safe. You took your inhaler with shaky hands. And took it, shaking it before taking two puffs.

You stood on shaky legs feeling the dolls hands helping you up. You weren't sure why it was helping you but as long as it didn't hurt you. You figured it was safe.

"Th-Thank you." When you were able to calm down you looked down at the doll. Eyes widen when you saw a woman in all black, wearing a veil. Standing behind the doll. She was around your height. You stood a few inches taller. The familiar pull growing stronger when your eyes connected with the woman. Even though you couldn't see the woman's face you could feel the connection. The pull of the heart getting stronger. The woman held out her hand. Her rather small hand.

"Come with me, you'll be safe." A feminine voice rang out. The pull again was the thing to lead you to take the woman's hand.

You came to learn that her name was Donna and the doll was Angie. She was your soulmate apparently, Donna had explained she felt the same pull. Which was why she was in the woods last night. She had felt the pull stronger than ever and closer she got to you the stronger it got but it also grew warmer.

Soulmate.

This beautiful woman was your soulmate. You haven't seen her face but you knew she was beautiful. She sounds beautiful. Her voice was smooth, it was something you could listen to all day. She had explained how she researched on the pull.

When Mother Miranda had found out about the pull. She had barged into her home and demanded to know about it. Mother Miranda had never heard of such a thing and she wanted to know. Donna had explained it the best she could. Angie was the one do most of the explanation. When they were done Mother Miranda had told her that she’d never find her soulmate. That she’d never be loved. That any one would run the other direction when the saw her face. The words had echoed the her brain the more she thought of her soulmate.

But when the pull had started to feel closer to her she shot out of her house. She couldn’t believe it. Her soul mate was coming to her. From the pull she could feel that you were in danger. Angie had also felt it. They both hurried towards the direction of the pull. Finding you in a fetal position. A man standing in front of you with a axe, ready to struck down. Angie was the one to attack the man. But Donna had finished the job.

No one was to hurt you.

Donna had been surprised at how calm you were taking everything in. Ever since the fall of Mother Miranda things had been quiet. Her siblings kept to themselves and their areas while she stayed alone in hers. She couldn't complain. She liked being alone with her friends. The dolls have always been here with her, making her feel not as alone. But with the pull she had always felt this longing for someone. She was the smartest of the lords but yet she couldn't explain why she had this connection with you. The overwhelming need to protect you from the those villagers. Was so strong it was something she never felt before.

Donna knew from the moment she saw you she wouldn't be able to let you go.

It had been a week since you found your soulmate. You had yet to see her face, which you didn't mind you wanted her to feel comfortable with you. You and Angie got along pretty great. She was basically a child in a dolls body. It was how Donna had explained it to you.

"Look see that's a lion and I'm right there petting him. He really likes the belly rubs." You were showing Angie pictures you had taken with your Polaroid camera. You had plenty of pictures from the journey of following the pull. You taken the pictures of everything little thing you encountered on your journey to her. Hoping to show who ever was at the end of the pull.

"That's so cool. It's like a big kitty."

"Well they kinda are, lions, tigers, jaguar, leopard and snow leopards are big cats."

You and Angie continued to look through the pictures on the floor. She had moved to sit on your lap. You leaned back on the couch where Donna sat. She had a book in her hands but you could feel her eyes on the back of your head. You could tell that she was also looking at the pictures.

"Who's that?" You heard Donna finally speak from behind you.

You looked down at the picture to see that it was one of you standing facing the camera with a beaming smile on your face. But what was behind you was a woman. An older woman, your grandma. She was a beautiful older woman with an even more beautiful soul. She had believed you all those times you'd tell her about the pull. She had told you she had felt the same pull that lead her to your grandpa. He had been a great man. Your grandparents had always believed you. It was the main reason why you decided to follow the pull. Your grandpa passed when you were twenty and the year that followed your grandma passed as well. Her final words go you had been to follow the pull. Leaving you with an allowance that would cover your journey and then some.

In the picture the older woman stood right beside you. Your smile had matched with the older woman, Donna took in the older woman features noticing the burn mark covering the right eye of the older woman. The burn scar was huge, long and covered most the woman's right eye. The half of the eyebrow was gone due to the burn. But never the less the woman smiled.

"Oh that's my grandma. Uh she was attacked when she was younger." You said in a gentle voice, remembering how your grandma told you about her day she was attacked. "She was attacked all because of the color of her skin."

"Oh I'm sorry, people can be cruel to those who are simply different."

In the way she said it, you knew she was speaking from experience. Your heart screamed to go comfort her but you didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Yea, but I loved my grandma either way and so did my grandpa. I don't think I've ever seen someone so in love. What my grandparents had was special. It's what most be would die for." Angie was still in your lap looking at all the picture that had any type of animals in them. Which happened to be a lot.

"Your grandfather didn't care about the scars?"

The question was asked with so much disbelief, confusion and longing?

"Yea he didn't care. He always admired her beauty. Reassuring her that there was no other woman like her. Grandma always said that the scars had made her insecure but with grandpa around he would always do whatever he could to make sure she knew that she was loved."

"Sounds like he was a good man." It seemed like she was deep in thought.

"He was."

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The day carried on you and Angie spending time drawing. Donna was in her office working on some paper work while she was also talking on the phone.

“Don’t take it personal Y/n. We have had a hard time trusting others. It’s not you really. She just needs time.” The doll whispered.

“I’ll give her all the time she needs. I’m not going anywhere Angie.”

You continued drawing in silence cracking some jokes here and there. Making the doll laugh. It was until you heard the a soft raspy voice call your name from behind you. You turned around and saw Donna standing there fiddling with her fingers.

“I would like for you to stay. But I also would like for me to explain somethings to you.” Her voice coming out confident but you could also hear the shakiness in her voice.

“Okay Donna we can take it at your pace.”

She sat down on the floor with you her hands smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on her dress. With some hesitation on your part you took her hand in yours. You heard the hitch in her breathing. It took her a second for her fingers to intertwine with yours. But when they did you swore she could hear your rapid heart beat.

“I have a this cadou, this has caused a deformation on my left eye. It’s also allowed me to control Angie and control plantes. Cause hallucinations. Moth-A woman named Miranda had put it in me after she killed my family. She had manipulated me, I was alone and scared and she used that to her advantage. Miranda was a terrible person, she wanted me to use these abilities to hurt others. I couldn’t do that, when the time came my siblings who were others in Miranda’s control had developed a plan to take her down. We were successful. Since then I’ve kept to myself.”

With every word you had felt the anger in you grow. You didn’t care that she had, powers? You didn’t care that she could kill. You didn’t care about the scar she was obviously insecure about. You loved this woman. Your soulmate. To know that there was a woman that hurt her physically and mentally. You had wanted to murder that woman.

“The day I saved you, I used my abilities to make those villagers see their worst nightmares. The pollen around my home has always affected others. But to you. You had breathed it in and you were fine. I want would love for you to stay here with me Y/n. These past days you had proved to me that you would. I just hope you would still stay after I show you my face.”

The hold you had of her hand you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Donna I’m not going anywhere. That’s a promise.” With a shaky exhale she let go of your hand. Her hands raising to her veil. Your heart breaking when you noticed how they shook.

“Donna you don’t have to sh-I want to. Really. I just never shown anyone.”

The first feature you noticed was her soft plump lips. Her skin was pale but it looked so soft. Then followed her nose but when you saw her nose you also saw the start of her scar. The more she lift her veil, the more the you were able to see the scar. It was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. But what really got your attention was her eye. Her eye color was a beautiful dark green. Almost looking gray. You couldn’t help the smile, she was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. You hands raised up to touch her cheeks. Hovering momentarily asking for permission.

Donna looked you in aw. There was no sign of disgust or horror in your eyes. It was quite the opposite. She took in that your eyes were filled with love. Something she’s never experienced. She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eye. The way your hands cupped her cheeks when she gave the okay that you could touch her. The way your soft hands caressed her cheeks. The way your touch just made her feel so loved. She couldn’t help but to lean into your touch.

“Oh Donna. You’re beautiful, no stop-” You didn’t let her pull away from your touch. You knew you’d have to make her believe you. You’d keep trying till she accepts that she’s beautiful or you die. “You are Donna. This scar just shows how strong you are. You said yourself, that Miranda did the experiment on many others and they didn’t make it. You did. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. And you’re my soulmate. I’ll love you till the day I die.”

Your hands still cupping her cheeks. She had brought up her own hand putting it over yours. “I’d love nothing more amore mío. Ti ho aspettato così tanto.”

You smiled letting out a small chuckle, “I don’t know what you said but that was hot. I didn’t know you spoke Italian.”

With a heavy blush on her cheeks at the compliment Donna smiled, your thumb wiping her tears away. “I said I waited so long for you, I did not know what I was messing at first. But know I do. You. I was missing you.”

You moved your hands and wrapped your arms around her waist. You leaned forward just a bit. Your foreheads almost touching. “You don’t have to wait anymore. I’m right here. And I’m not leaving you or Angie. You’re stuck with me now.” You leaned in and stopped your lips only inches away.

Donna bit her lip, ‘be brave’ Angie repeated in her head. She leaned in the rest of the way. She couldn’t describe what it felt like to kiss you. Her soul had never felt so happy and complete. Her heart felt like it would be best out of her chest from the happiness she felt. Her sister Alcina spoke of the feeling. Donna had listened how Alcina spoke about the carpenter that worked in the castle. Donna had always thought that she’d never experience the love her sister had. But here she was. Kissing her soulmate.

Donna laid your arms after the kiss. She rested her head on your chest. Listening to your rapid heartbeat. The longer she laid there she heard the steadiness of your heart rate return. It was a rhythm she could listen to for a long time. She felt your strong arms around her body like a weighted blanket. Making her drift into a deep sleep.

It was the most peaceful sleep she had ever taken.

She was loved.

Mother Miranda was wrong.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #fem reader

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