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horeformilfs · 2 months

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Lullaby

Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader

TW: Depression

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Lady Dimitrescu, adorned in her regal attire, glided through the ornate halls of Castle Dimitrescu with her customary grace. As the mistress of the grand estate, she was accustomed to the daily routines that unfolded within its walls. Yet, on this particular morning, there was an unsettling absence that cast a shadow upon her usual composure.

Y/N, her devoted personal maiden, had failed to attend to her duties. Alcina Dimitrescu, though initially unperturbed by the absence, couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that settled within her chest. She dismissed it at first, attributing Y/N's absence to a minor inconvenience, perhaps a fleeting illness or an errand that required immediate attention.

However, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, and the hours stretched on, Alcina's concern morphed into a palpable worry. Y/N was a fixture in her life, a steady presence that had become intertwined with the fabric of her existence over the past four years. The thought of her sudden disappearance sent tendrils of apprehension snaking through Alcina's mind.

Summoning her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, Alcina gathered them in her chambers, her expression betraying the gravity of the situation. "Have any of you seen Y/N today?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

The sisters exchanged glances, their brows furrowed in confusion. "No, Mother," Bela replied, her tone laced with concern. "We haven't seen her since yesterday evening."

Alcina's heart sank at the confirmation of Y/N's prolonged absence. A sense of foreboding settled over her, casting a shadow upon the opulent surroundings of her chamber. Y/N's disappearance was an anomaly, a disruption in the carefully choreographed dance of their lives within the castle walls.

Determined to unravel the mystery shrouding Y/N's whereabouts, Alcina resolved to scour every corner of the castle until she found her. With each passing moment, her worry deepened, fueling her determination to reunite with her beloved Y/N and uncover the truth behind her sudden disappearance.

Alcina's concern deepened as she stood in the threshold of Y/N's chamber, her gaze fixated on the figure lying motionless upon the bed. With each passing moment of silence, her apprehension grew, mingling with a sense of helplessness that threatened to consume her.

"Y/N," Alcina called out softly, her voice carrying a note of apprehension. "Is everything alright?"

Y/N's response was barely a whisper, her words devoid of their usual warmth and vitality. "I'm fine," she murmured, her voice hollow and distant.

Alcina's heart clenched at the lackluster response, a gnawing unease settling in the pit of her stomach. She took a step closer, her gaze searching Y/N's form for any sign of distress or discomfort. But Y/N remained unmoved, her back still turned to Alcina, her presence distant and detached.

Unable to suppress her growing concern, Alcina pressed further. "You don't seem yourself, my dear. Is there something troubling you?"

Y/N's reply was curt, her tone devoid of emotion. "I said I'm fine, Lady Dimitrescu. Please, don't worry about me."

But Alcina could not shake the feeling of disquiet that lingered in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffuse the very walls of the chamber. With a heavy heart, she retreated from Y/N's bedside, her thoughts consumed by worry and uncertainty.

Determined to uncover the truth behind Y/N's sudden change in demeanor, Alcina made her way to her study, the weight of concern pressing heavily upon her shoulders. With trembling hands, she reached for the ornate telephone that adorned her desk, her fingers tracing the familiar contours with a sense of urgency.

Dialing the familiar number, she waited with bated breath as the line connected, her heart pounding in her chest. When Donna's voice echoed through the receiver, Alcina wasted no time in conveying her fears, her words tumbling forth in a rush of urgency and desperation.

"Donna," she began, her voice betraying the tremor of anxiety that gripped her. "It's Y/N... something's wrong."

As Donna's voice emanated from the other end of the line, Alcina hastily recounted the peculiar behavior exhibited by Y/N—her listless demeanor, the vacant responses, the unsettling silence that hung in the air. Donna listened attentively, her intuition sharpened by the connection she shared with Y/N over the past seven months.

Alcina could sense the gravity of the situation in Donna's measured response. "Alcina, I know what's happening with Y/N. I'll be at the castle soon," Donna assured her, her voice a soothing balm to Alcina's troubled soul.

Relief mingled with curiosity as Alcina pressed further, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm worried about her."

Donna's response carried a gentle but firm tone. "Alcina, this is something very personal to Y/N. She may not want anyone else to know. When I arrive, I'll handle it. Just give us some space, alright? It's Y/N's choice whether she wants to share this with you or not."

A mixture of understanding and concern settled within Alcina. While her instinct was to protect and care for Y/N, she respected the boundaries that Donna was urging her to recognize. Nodding, albeit in solitude, Alcina acknowledged Donna's request. "Very well, Donna. I'll await your arrival, and I'll respect Y/N's wishes."

Donna entered Y/N's chamber with a quiet determination, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling uncertainty that enveloped the room. Alcina watched from the doorway, her gaze fixated on the delicate interplay unfolding between Donna and Y/N.

Removing her veil with practiced grace, Donna approached Y/N's bedside with cautious steps, mindful of not startling the young maiden. With a softness in her voice that bespoke of both empathy and authority, Donna knelt before Y/N, her eyes meeting hers with unwavering compassion.

"Dolcezza," Donna murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance. "It's me. You're safe."

Y/N's gaze flickered briefly, a flicker of recognition dancing in her eyes before the veil of despondency once again descended upon her features. Donna's heart ached at the sight, her resolve strengthened by the urgency of the moment.

"What's troubling you, my love?" Donna inquired softly, her words a soothing melody in the midst of Y/N's turmoil.

Y/N's response was barely a whisper, her voice tinged with a sense of resignation. "I... I'm not sure. Everything feels... heavy."

Donna nodded understandingly, her gaze never wavering from Y/N's troubled countenance. "Let's start with something simple. What have you eaten today?"

Y/N's reply was barely audible, her voice hollow and distant. "Nothing."

Donna's heart sank at the admission, a pang of concern coursing through her veins. "Would you like to take a bath, dolcezza?" she offered gently, her words imbued with a tender concern for Y/N's well-being.

Y/N nodded slowly, her movements sluggish and hesitant. "Yes, but... I don't know if I can..."

Donna reached out, her touch feather-light as she wiped away a solitary tear that trailed down Y/N's cheek. "Shh, it's alright, my love. I'm here to help you," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to Y/N's fractured spirit.

With each word, Donna sought to chip away at the walls that surrounded Y/N's heart, offering solace and support in equal measure. As she cradled Y/N's trembling form in her arms, Donna vowed to guide her through the darkness, to stand by her side until the shadows receded and the light of hope shone once more.

As Donna lifted Y/N's slight frame in her arms, a sense of tender determination filled her heart. With careful steps, she carried Y/N to the spacious bathroom adjacent to her chamber, Alcina's watchful gaze following their path.

"I'll take care of her, Alcina," Donna reassured, her voice a soft murmur that echoed through the silent halls. "I'll check in with you later."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Alcina retreated from the doorway, leaving Donna to tend to Y/N's needs. With practiced ease, Donna set about preparing the bath, the warm water filling the marble tub with a soothing embrace.

Guiding Y/N into the water, Donna's touch was gentle yet firm, her movements a symphony of care and compassion. She washed away the traces of distress that clung to Y/N's skin, her fingers working diligently to ease the burden that weighed heavily upon her heart.

As she rinsed the soap from Y/N's hair, Donna's voice filled the air, a melodic whisper that seemed to chase away the shadows of despair. With each stroke of the brush, she unravel the knots of tension that had ensnared Y/N's spirit, her touch a tender caress against the backdrop of uncertainty.

Once Y/N was cleansed and refreshed, Donna wrapped her in a plush towel, the soft fabric cocooning her in a comforting embrace. From the array of garments adorning Y/N's chamber, Donna selected a set of clean clothes, dressing her with a delicate touch.

With each movement, Donna's care was palpable, her presence a beacon of solace in the midst of Y/N's turmoil. She gently brushed and braided Y/N's hair, her fingers weaving a tapestry of comfort and reassurance.

Returning Y/N to her bed, Donna tucked her beneath the covers, her gaze tender as she met Y/N's weary eyes. "Are you comfortable, dolcezza?" she inquired softly, her voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the chamber.

Y/N nodded, a small smile gracing her lips as she reached out for Donna's hand. "Will you stay with me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

As Donna settled beside Y/N, she gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her touch light and tender. "Rest now, amore mio," she whispered, her voice a soothing murmur in the quiet of the chamber. "I will be here with you."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing steady as she nestled closer to Donna's warmth. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a soft smile, Donna began to sing, her voice a lilting melody that filled the room with a sense of peace. The Italian lullaby flowed from her lips, its words carrying a timeless rhythm that lulled Y/N into a gentle slumber.

"La nanna della luna, Che fa sognare il cuor, Con le stelle come lacrime, Che cadono dal ciel." (The lullaby of the moon, That makes the heart dream, With stars like tears, That fall from the sky.)

As Donna's voice wove its enchanting spell, Y/N's breathing grew deep and even, her features relaxed in the embrace of sleep. With each verse, Donna's touch became a tender caress, her hand tracing soothing patterns along Y/N's back as they drifted into the realm of dreams together.

In the quiet of the night, their bond transcended words, their hearts entwined in a symphony of love and solace. And as the lullaby faded into the gentle hum of the night, Donna held Y/N close, her presence a testament to the enduring strength of their connection.

In that moment, amidst the stillness of the chamber, they found solace in each other's arms, their souls bound together by the unbreakable threads of love and devotion. And as dawn broke upon the horizon, casting its golden light upon the world outside, they knew that no matter what trials may come, they would face them together, united in their unwavering commitment to one another.

As Y/N succumbed to the embrace of sleep, Donna held her close, her presence a steadfast anchor amidst the turbulent sea of uncertainty. In the embrace of the night, they found solace in each other's arms, their bond a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Meanwhile, Alcina returned to Y/N's chamber, her steps light as she approached the closed door. Peering inside, she beheld the tender tableau before her—Donna cradling Y/N in her arms, the soft strains of a lullaby drifting through the air.

A small smile graced Alcina's features as she quietly closed the door, a sense of gratitude warming her heart. In that moment, she knew that Y/N was in good hands, her struggles tempered by the unwavering support of those who cherished her most.

With a sense of peace settling over her, Alcina made her way back to her study, her thoughts filled with hope for Y/N's recovery and gratitude for the steadfast presence of Donna in their lives.

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rosestarlightkatarina · 1 year

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Donna to Y/N: Do you really believe I’m beautiful?

Y/N: Nope.

Donna: ….

Y/N: This word isn’t enough. You are gorgeous, graceful, the most adorable sweetheart in the whole world.

Angie, putting all the weapons down: You. Were. On. Thin. Fucking. Ice.

Angie to all armed dolls disappointedly: No fun today, guys. They are just doing their lesbian thing.

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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.

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eletricheart · 5 months

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hello :) I'm here to request to request donnaxdaughter!fem!reader

I really want to see what Donna would be like as a mother figure. Maybe a new girl, age 15-16 moves into the village. She hearrs all the rumors and warnings of the beneviento manor, but she ignores them, because she doesn't want to judge the place before she sees it for herself. She prepares a basket of pastries and cookies she makes herself and goes over to Donna's house and knocks on the door. Donna is shocked because no one ever comes to her manner, especially not with good intentions. The girl is so sweet, so innocent, so pure, kind, and full of fun Donna has been so lonely, so she invites the girl inside. The girl asks Donna to spend the afternoon making paper dolls and other crafts with her. A few months later the girl has been coming by more and more often, and now Donna sees the girl as a complete daughter figure.

Thank you!

Home is wherever i'm with you

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!fem!reader)

*creds to owner of the pic

Word count: 1507

ps: not proofread, im sorry for any mistakes pls lmk😭

ps2: for me this was very different from everything i write, i hope you like it🫶

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Ever since you were ten years old, your parents would teach you about the importance of not only kindness but also charity work. Therefore, it was no wonder that now at sixteen you would feel a certain compassion towards the secluded Lady Beneviento.

It was nearing Christmas eve, your parents were nowhere to be seen (as always). You didn't blame them, they had jobs and responsibilities, you just weren't a priority.

So…you made a choice. You knew the Lady was usually alone, and you hated being alone. That's why you prepared a basket filled with baked goods and set course to her House.

There weren't many people around the streets, winter was particularly harsh this year but you wouldn't back down. Thankfully, no lycans appeared on the way, you definitely weren't ready for them.

The village didn't have much information on the Beneviento territory, so running into a grave was an unpleasant surprise since you didn't bring any flowers. However, you were walking with a map, which you turned into a paper flower and left it at the grave. It was dangerous walking without a map, but it’d be disrespectful to not leave something.

After this moment a strange feeling came at you, as if you were being followed. Of course you looked behind you many times and you never saw someone, so you shook it off.

The path was easy, perhaps the villagers were lying or simply too scared.

Once you reached the garden, a sense of peace overcame you, the freezing snow was momentarily forgotten as you stood near the House breathing the cold air.

Donna thought you were lost, she wanted to scare you off so you’d go back home. But you were just a kid, what if she frightened you too much, or you got hurt, she couldn't hurt you. So she just followed you, maybe you were dared to spend some time in her territory, it happened too many times.

She could see you from the window, standing in her garden, the Lady wondered if you were insane, a shame at such a young age.

When the cold started to get to you again, you moved towards the door, maneuvering the basket so you could knock on the door.

Unfortunately, mid shock Donna forgot to check on Angie, who ran at the door to greet you.

The doll floated straight at your face, staring at your wide eyes. “HI!”

Your mind was running close enough to have smoke coming out of your ears. All you could think was how cool must it be to have a talking doll. So you opened a big smile and giggled. “Hi! Are you floating on your own?”

Angie nodded ferociously. “Damn right I am.”

You were about to talk back when you heard a whispered Angie and the doll excused herself into the house.

And that's when Donna showed herself to you, she expected you to run away when Angie opened the door, it was a nice surprise. “Can I help you?”

You nodded, slightly embarrassed that you didn't have a proper reason. “I wanted to bring you this.” You said, showing the basket. “Christmas is coming and…I heard you lived alone…So there was no one to give you a present. I…um…came to give you a present. I know it's not much, sorry.”

Donna smiled behind the veil, you were so adorable, so innocent…you shouldn't be here. “Your parents must be worried.”

You shrugged. “It’ll take them a few days to notice I’m gone.”

The Lady tilted her head in a silent question.

“Oh you know…they have jobs and stuff…can’t always be around, there are more important things to do, that's all.” You smiled, slightly sad.

Donna was becoming righteously angry, how could they not pay attention to their own daughter, how could they not value their own child.

The woman had to take a deep breath before talking again, being even more alert towards her flowers so they wouldn't answer her emotions. “Do you wish to come in? I believe there's more than I can eat in that basket.”

Your eyes brightened at this. “Yeah! I-I mean, sure, my Lady.”

Donna laughed at this and motioned for you to follow her into the kitchen. “You can call me Donna.”

You mostly ate in silence, Angie would occasionally almost break something but Donna usually stopped her before it happened.

When it was time for you to leave, Angie attached to your leg, staying long enough for a storm to form, therefore…you stayed.

Donna was leading you to your temporary room and Angie was calling every doll in the house for a sleepover party.

The Lady sighed at that. “I apologize for her, it’s been a while since anyone has visited.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why? You’re all so nice.”

Donna fidgeted with her fingers, wondering if she should tell you the truth, what if you hated her too. “No one likes our…games.”

You nodded. “Well, I love games. What kind of game do you like?”

The dollmaker stopped in her tracks and turned to you. “Angie likes hide and seek. I-I like crafting more.”

You smiled brightly at her. “You can build stuff?! Please teach me, pleeease.” You asked, making your best sad face.

Donna laughed and shook her head. “I suppose we can make some dolls until it’s bedtime.”

You nodded so fast it got close to a whiplash.

To say that the next day was upsetting was an understatement. Angie had begged for you to stay for at least half an hour before Donna took her to another room.

The dollmaker was distraught once you left, she knew you weren't her daughter, but your parents sounded so…bad. She would be helping you if you stayed, the outside was too dangerous for someone as kind as you.

But she couldn't kidnap you, what if you hated her for it, what if she made you forget, no she would know you weren't yourself.

That was Donna’s head throughout the entire Christmas eve. The other dolls tried to cheer up the woman but it was useless. The dollmaker would just lay on her couch, waiting for you to come back, heavily considering kidnapping.

However you did come back, sooner than she expected. It was close to midnight when you knocked on her door, she was ready for you, of course she was. You were covered head to toe due to the snow, slightly shivering.

Donna quickly rushed you inside, leaving the dolls to prepare some hot chocolate while she covered you in blankets on the couch.

You were tired, your parents didn't show, only called to say they wouldn't make it for Christmas. You didn't want to be alone.

The dollmaker was concerned over your health, and angry over your parents. But she put it all aside for you. “Do you want to make some cookies? I heard it’s tradition.”

You nodded weakly and followed her to the kitchen, quickly noticing the absence of the little troublemaker. You gently tapped Donna’s shoulder. “Where’s Angie?”

“In her room, I didn't want you to be overwhelmed.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “I like it when she’s here.”

Donna nodded and soon enough you heard rushed little steps towards the room.

That was the first time you wished they were your family.

The second time was during Spring, you and Angie were playing tag in the garden, the snow had just started to melt still leaving some ice. The exact moment you slipped, Donna ran to you, thankfully it was only a scraped knee, you were quick to brush it off but the Lady insisted on treating it. She was terrified, but you held her hand the entire time.

The third time was another type of slip. You were trying to make an Italian dish but lightly burned your thumb. You knew Donna wouldn't allow you to touch the oven if she found out and you also knew that Angie was a huge snitch.

Hence you sitting on a stool and Donna bandaging your finger.

This time the Lady wasn't so scared, it took her less than a week after the first incident to notice you were very accident prone. “I’ll finish the dish and you can wait here.”

You were quick to complain. “But it doesn't even hurt, if Angie wasn't a snitch you wouldn't even know.”

Angie, who was attempting to steal cookies from the cabinet, quickly said “Hey!” before returning to her personal mission.

Donna sighed and shook her head. “I said no.”

You pouted. “But mo-Donna.” You froze mid-sentence, blushing furiously.

The dollmaker also froze, happily screaming internally. The woman just smiled at you. “You can help by handing me the ingredients.”

You nodded quickly.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You spent most of your teenage years at Donna’s house, considering her more your mother than your biological one. The moment you turned eighteen you moved in with her, of course you still checked in with your parents, but Donna was and always will be your family.

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cessairjinx · 4 months

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The Doll Maker - Donna Beneviento

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celezztia · 16 days

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Taking a stab at writing, I haven’t done it in a while, but I want to help contribute a Professor! Vampire Donna AU and maybe in the future a few spicy one shots, because we are all thirsty.

(I will format this better as I go on, but do enjoy)

Professor! Donna x Fem reader

(May contain fluff, smut, angst in the future, but first chapter is sfw)

After many trials and tribulations, I had managed to score a scholarship to a college in Romania; Miranda’s All Girls University: though you hadn’t hear much of the campus aside from what the schools website conveyed, who are you to pass up an affordable education?

Had you stayed in America, you would spend years paying off these debts, but now your saved money was going towards travels, airplane tickets, apartment down payment and such .

You were the one that applied, got accepted and the first day of college you were ready.

Though as ready as you thought you were, your new life was far more interesting than you had imagined.

You signed up for a Botany course, a few math and English, and an elective in theater. You figured your years in high school being a techie would come in handy.

The professors were fairly bearable, though the Art History professor was quite striking. Intimidating and cold, but as long as you listened, she never really called you out to answer.

Now as you walk towards your Botany class, you pushed the heavy doors open, grunting a bit as you pushed it open.

It was a vast room, build almost like a media center with levels of desks that led down to the board and desk where the professor sat. She was scanning a stack of papers , a pair of red reading glasses hanging off her nose.

You decide to sit in the front of the classroom; mainly because you did always enjoy the sciences, even if you were more right brained.

The room filled slowly, and a few students began talking quietly to one another, the sound of pencils tapping against the desks.

A group of girls came in together, laughing and chatting.

You clicked your phone open, looking at it for the time.

8:02.

The professor sat at her desk, unmoving from her papers as she spoke.

“Do try to enter here in a graceful manner, class had already begun.” She said curtly, her nose crinkling as she continued to read paperwork. The girls quieted down and dispersed among the classroom.

As they sat down, the older woman stood, pushing her glasses back onto her head.

She was quite tall, slender, dressed in all black; a turtleneck, slacks, and a cardigan that draped to her ankles.

Her hair was in a mostly tight bun, a few raven strands fallen to frame her pale face. A discolored scar splotched across her left eye.

She began to pace around, the sounds of her heels clacking against the wooden floor filling the classroom.

“Good morning. I am Professor Beneviento. Please make sure to keep the chit chat to a minimum, or at least to your breaks. I would like to think that I have enough patience for all of you. This class is about the science of plant life, not the unnecessary jargon. Is that understood?”

She waited for a response from the class.

It took a second, but after some nods, she continued.

You couldn't help but absorb her.

She commanded a room fairly well, yet seemingly suave in the process. Her voice was soft, but had a slight roughness that made her sound older than she actually was.

You kept your pen glued to your notebook, hanging off every word this woman spoke in case you needed to jot it down.

The class ended sooner than you realized, and as you grabbed your books and placed them into your bag, Professor Beneviento walked up behind you, leaning over your shoulder.

Your heart jumped to your throat and you dropped the papers in your hands, the pages scattering everywhere.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as my notes and pages in my binder flew in different directions.

The professor chuckled softly, and began to help you pick up the papers.

I apologized quickly and thanked her as we finished picking them up.

"Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you."she spoke softly as she handed me the stack of papers I haphazardly threw everywhere.

Her voice was as much less commanding than usual. Up close, you realize her eyes were almost crimson. Maybe that was a gene in Europe, you weren’t going to have your first impression of you questioning her features.

Well… second influence at least.

I nodded nervously, realizing how much she towered over me.

She was a lot thinner than I thought, and a lot prettier.

Her dark hair framed her pale face, a few strands falling from her tight bun, her eyes were a striking red, her lips pouty and pursed.

“Y-You’re okay! I just get spooked easily.” I say, my face dusted with pink.

I could’ve sworn the older woman grinned at me for a split second after that comment.

“Your accent, you must be American, yes?”

You nodded.

Her eyes lit up a bit.

"That's good. We have a few other international students this semester. I know this university is pretty new, but I can assure you this is a great school. If you do ever need help with anything, I will do what I can to accommodate.

What is your name again, coda dolce?” She asked, a thick Italian influence in her tone.

You smiled and told her, her expression remaining fairly stoic, but her eyes had softened.

“My name is Y/N, ma’am.”

"What a lovely name. You'll have to pardon me, Y/N, I have to run to another lecture. But do come to me with any questions.”

You nod, and she gives you a smile and a nod before walking past me and exiting the lecture hall, the scent of honeysuckle following.

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much2leite · 4 months

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Does anyone else prefer Sub Donna to Dom Donna? Don't get me wrong, every Donna is a gift from Heaven, really I'd love her if she was a tree. Just want to know if I'm alone in this.

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lucidmagic · 9 months

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donna Beneviento/Reader, Donna Beneviento & Reader Characters: Donna Beneviento, Angie (Resident Evil), Donna Beneviento (Resident Evil), Reader Additional Tags: Gentle Burn, Slow Burn, ya'll want soft? I'll give you soft (with a dash of repressed sexuality), Donna deserved better, Gremlin Angie, Eventual Smut, My God these bitches gay, Good for them, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read, Pinning? Pinning, Mutual Pining, reader is a botanist/phytologist because for reasons, Plot? No Plot only pinning, discussions of depression/anxiety, Slight AU in which the Lords actually care for each other, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Discussions of autism and neurodivergency, Dealing with grief and mourning, Additional Trigger Warnings at the beginning of each chapter, author needs a hug and a loving slap, author finds joy in tormenting their readers, largely un-beta-read we die like the Lords and Ethan Winters, Rated M (for now), Donna needs some love and it's up for a gayass gardener to do so, Apparently people like this fic so I guess I have to finish it Series: Part 1 of sing to us the one with violets in her lap Summary:

You want to be selfish.

Your fingers burn and twitch with it as her face continues to be shrouded from your eyes. All of your body is screaming to just do it and pull it back, finally sating your desire to see your old friend's face.

(You idly wondered if her cheeks ever lost that baby fat she always complained about. If her face sharpened like her father’s or rounded like her mother’s. Did she inherit the latter’s pert nose? Or a straight one like the former?

A thought enters your mind of you leaning in and kissing a pale cheek and seeing how she flushes, beautifully and enticingly. You grit your teeth at that and turn away.)

But no. Donna may be an old friend, yes, but she is now your employer and you can't ruin the tentative companionship the two of you have at the moment with your selfish impulses.

Or,

Gardener!Reader falls in love with the mysterious Lady Beneviento, who was once a close friend when they were younger, but like many things in this world tragedy and life got in the way. Now they've reunited.

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donnas-dollface · 10 months

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Angie: That shirt looks great on you Y/N.

Y/N: Oh thank you.

Angie: But I bet it would look even better on Donna's floor.

Donna, staring mortified under the veil: did- are you hitting on Y/N for me?

Angie: you never were going to do it yourself.

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 11 months

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Angie is the one filming

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horeformilfs · 5 months

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Mine

Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

TW: Possessiveness

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The horse-drawn carriage clattered along the worn cobblestone streets, its rhythmic noise only interrupted by the distant cawing of crows. Donna Beneviento sat gracefully beside y/n, her mourning veil casting a shadow over her face.

"Cara mia," Donna's soft voice broke the silence, her gloved hand reaching for y/n's. "I appreciate you accompanying me to this meeting. It's crucial, and your presence comforts me."

Y/n smiled, her nerves still palpable despite Donna's reassuring touch. "Of course, Donna. I'll be by your side."

The carriage rolled to a stop near the abandoned church, the air thick with an eerie quiet that surrounded the ominous structure. Donna and y/n stepped out, the dark fabric of their dresses swaying gently with each movement.

Inside, the other lords, including Heisenberg, Moreau, and Dimitrescu, awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. The atmosphere was charged with a tension that matched the storm brewing outside.

Donna's hand never left y/n's as they entered the dimly lit chamber. Mother Miranda, cloaked in shadows, addressed the lords. The urgency in her voice echoed through the ancient walls, discussing matters that seemed both cryptic and dire.

The dimly lit chamber echoed with the sound of heels clicking against the cold stone floor as Moreau and Heisenberg departed, leaving Donna, y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu in the room. The air hung heavy with the remnants of the intense meeting.

Lady Dimitrescu's towering presence turned towards y/n, a glint of curiosity in her cold, calculating eyes. "And who is this lovely creature, Donna?" she inquired, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

Donna smiled, introducing y/n, "This is y/n, my dear companion and confidante. She has been working alongside me for a year now."

Lady Dimitrescu's gaze lingered on y/n, her interest palpable. "A year, you say? You must be quite skilled to have captured Donna's attention for so long."

Y/n blushed under the scrutiny but managed a polite nod. "Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu. It's an honor to serve Lady Beneviento."

Meanwhile, Mother Miranda beckoned Donna aside, a serious expression on her face. "Donna, I need to discuss something with you privately," she said, leading Donna away from the group.

As Mother Miranda and Donna engaged in a hushed conversation, Lady Dimitrescu seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with y/n. "So, y/n, working with Donna must be quite an experience. Tell me, do you enjoy your time in her service?"

Y/n nodded, offering a genuine smile. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Beneviento is a kind and caring employer. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work with her and Angie."

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And has she been treating you well, my dear?"

Y/n laughed nervously, caught off guard by Lady Dimitrescu's directness. "Yes, she's been wonderful."

Alcina leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I'm sure a person like you has many talents. Perhaps we could get to know each other better."

Y/n blushed again, flustered by the unexpected attention. "I-I appreciate the offer, Lady Dimitrescu."

Alcina continued her playful banter, making y/n laugh with her witty remarks. The atmosphere lightened, and the tension from the earlier meeting seemed to dissipate.

When Donna and Mother Miranda returned, Donna's eyes caught sight of y/n and Lady Dimitrescu sharing a laugh. Something stirred within her, a possessive twinge that she couldn't quite ignore. However, she pushed it away, maintaining her composed facade.

Mother Miranda broke the momentary silence, "Donna, I have a proposition for you and y/n. Lady Dimitrescu has graciously invited you both to her castle for dinner. I trust you'll accept."

Donna hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between y/n and Lady Dimitrescu. Finally, she nodded, "We accept your invitation, Mother Miranda."

The carriage rattled along the winding path leading to Castle Dimitrescu, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the landscape. Donna Beneviento and y/n were seated inside, the quiet moments interrupted only by the occasional creaking of the carriage.

Donna's gaze lingered on y/n, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in her eyes. "Tell me, cara mia, what did Lady Dimitrescu discuss with you?" Donna inquired, her tone gentle but betraying a hint of intensity.

Y/n smiled, recalling the conversation with Alcina. "She was just asking about my time working with you and made some playful remarks. She seems like a sweet person, Donna."

Donna's possessive instincts flared again, but she maintained her composure. "I see," she replied, her voice measured. "Just remember, cara mia, you are mine."

Y/n chuckled, oblivious to the undercurrents of possessiveness in Donna's words. "Of course, Donna. I'm all yours."

The carriage rolled to a stop at the imposing entrance of Castle Dimitrescu. As they stepped out, a maid greeted them, leading them through the grand halls to a sitting room where Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Alcina's daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, awaited.

The daughters, upon spotting Donna, rushed forward with excitement. "Aunt Donna!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with joy.

Donna smiled warmly, embracing each of them. "Hello, my darlings. How have you been?"

As the daughters chattered animatedly, their attention turned to y/n, who stood beside Donna. The air buzzed with anticipation as they questioned Donna about the newcomer.

"Donna, who is this?" Bela inquired, eyeing y/n with curiosity.

Donna's possessive instinct surged once more, but she quelled it, introducing y/n with a smile. "This is y/n, my girlfriend."

The daughters exchanged excited glances, and Daniela couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Aunt Donna has a girlfriend! That's so cool!"

Cassandra and Bela chimed in, showering y/n with compliments. "You're so pretty!" Bela exclaimed.

Y/n blushed, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

As the evening unfolded, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away. Donna, y/n, and the Dimitrescu family shared laughter, stories, and the promise of a night filled with unforeseen twists and turns in the corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

As the anticipation for dinner grew in the lavish sitting room of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda took the opportunity to engage y/n in conversation. Donna, engrossed in catching up with her nieces, was momentarily occupied, allowing for Miranda to approach y/n.

"Y/n, isn't it? I must say, you're quite a vision," Miranda remarked with a warm smile, her eyes appraising y/n.

Y/n blushed, returning the compliment, "Thank you, Mother Miranda. The castle is just as beautiful as you said."

Before their conversation could deepen, Alcina Dimitrescu, with her commanding presence, joined the exchange. "Miranda, you're keeping the charming company to yourself," she teased, her eyes locking onto y/n.

Miranda chuckled, "Indeed, Alcina. Y/n here has been sharing delightful stories about her time with Donna."

Alcina raised an eyebrow, casting a sly glance at y/n. "I hope Donna's treating you well. If not, you can always seek refuge in my castle."

Y/n laughed nervously, caught in the playful banter between the two powerful women. "Donna is wonderful, Lady Dimitrescu. I'm very lucky."

As the banter continued, Donna, sensing the magnetic pull between Miranda, Alcina, and y/n, found it challenging to extract herself from her nieces. The trio of sisters bombarded her with stories, inquiries, and excited chatter, making it impossible for her to join the conversation with the other ladies.

After a while, a maid entered the sitting room, announcing that dinner was ready. The group made their way to the grand dining hall, where a long table was elegantly set for the occasion. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on the opulent surroundings.

As they took their seats, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and unspoken dynamics. Donna, though distracted by her nieces, couldn't help but notice the subtle exchanges and flirtations unfolding between y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu.

The grand dining hall at Castle Dimitrescu was adorned with ornate decorations, the lingering scent of the sumptuous meal still in the air. As the group moved to the expansive library, a warm glow from the fireplace filled the room, casting dancing shadows on the richly paneled walls.

Donna and y/n found a comfortable loveseat, the flickering firelight creating a cozy ambiance. Across from them, the three sisters eagerly settled on the couch, while Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu took chairs on either side.

As they continued their conversations, the trio of sisters bombarded y/n with questions, their curiosity shining in their eyes. "How did you meet Aunt Donna?" Cassandra asked.

Y/n smiled, recalling the beginnings of her connection with Donna. "I've always been fascinated by doll making, and that passion led me to Donna. We crossed paths, and from working together, our relationship grew."

Bela leaned forward, her eyes wide with interest. "And what do you do, y/n?"

"I assist Lady Beneviento in her craft, helping with the intricate details of doll making. It's a fulfilling and creative endeavor," y/n explained.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Miranda and Alcina continued their playful banter, the air thick with a charged energy. "Alcina, you truly know how to make an evening more interesting," Miranda teased, her eyes lingering on the tall, charismatic lady.

Alcina smirked, replying, "I aim to please, Miranda. It seems our guest is quite taken with the charm of Castle Dimitrescu."

Back on the loveseat, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Alcina and Miranda delved into deeper, personal inquiries, making y/n blush and shift nervously in her seat.

Feeling the tension, y/n gently rested her head on Donna's shoulder, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth. Donna, sensing y/n's nervousness, intertwined her fingers with y/n's, the rings adorning her hand glinting in the firelight.

Alcina, ever observant, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "It seems our dear Donna has quite the treasure in you, y/n. Tell us, what captivates you about her?"

Y/n blushed, glancing at Donna with affection. "Donna is kind, creative, and caring. Her passion for her craft and the love she puts into everything she does are truly inspiring."

The library buzzed with a mixture of laughter, flirtation, and the flickering flames in the fireplace. In the midst of the atmosphere, Donna and y/n found solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of the evening at Castle Dimitrescu.

As the three sisters bid their farewells, expressing their excitement for a nocturnal hunt, the room was left with only Donna, y/n, Miranda, and Alcina. The library, once alive with laughter and chatter, fell into a heavy silence.

The conversation took a sudden turn, the atmosphere growing tense. Donna, who had maintained her composure throughout the evening, finally reached her breaking point. In an abrupt motion, she grabbed y/n's arm, pulling her out of the room and into another vacant chamber.

The door slammed shut behind them, and y/n, confused and concerned, looked at Donna. "Donna, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft.

Donna, who had discarded her mourning veil back in the library, remained silent, her eyes intense. In a swift movement, she pushed y/n against the door, her lips claiming y/n's in a possessive and demanding kiss. Y/n gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Donna's demeanor.

When Donna finally pulled away, y/n felt slightly dizzy, her hand instinctively reaching for Donna's for support. Donna's eyes bore into y/n's, filled with a mix of emotions. "You're mine," Donna whispered, her voice low and possessive.

Y/n, still trying to process the sudden intensity, asked, "Donna, where is all this coming from?"

Donna took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I could hear them, Miranda and Alcina, flirting with you the whole night. I couldn't stand it. You are mine, y/n, and I won't let anyone else lay claim to you."

Y/n, feeling a mix of surprise and a strange thrill, tried to reassure Donna. "Donna, it was just playful banter. You know I'm yours."

But Donna's possessive side had been awakened, and she wasn't ready to let it go. "No, y/n. I need you to understand. You belong to me, and I won't tolerate anyone trying to take you away."

The room, now charged with an intense energy, held the two women entwined in a complex dance of desire and possessiveness. As they stood there, Donna's firm grip on y/n spoke louder than any words could convey, a silent declaration of her claim over the one she held dear.

The library door creaked open, and Donna and y/n re-entered the room, the air still charged with the tension from their encounter. Alcina, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere. "Well, that was quite the exit. What happened?" she inquired, her eyes flickering between Donna and y/n.

Donna, attempting to downplay the intensity of their private moment, forced a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just needed a bit of fresh air, that's all."

Miranda, ever the observant one, wasn't easily fooled. "Fresh air, you say? You seem a bit more flushed than usual, Donna."

Alcina leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did something happen between you two?"

Donna hesitated, exchanging a quick glance with y/n. "It's really nothing, just a momentary lapse. Let's head to the main hall."

The four of them made their way to the grand hall, where the towering entrance welcomed them. As they prepared to bid their farewells, Miranda hugged y/n warmly, expressing gratitude for the delightful evening. Alcina, not one to be outdone, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on y/n's cheek.

Donna, who had endured enough, pulled y/n into her arms protectively. "That's enough. We appreciate the evening, but personal boundaries should be respected."

Miranda, surprised by Donna's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow. "Donna, we were just having a bit of fun."

Donna's eyes narrowed, her grip on y/n tightening. "Fun or not, it ends here. Y/n is mine, and I won't tolerate any more interference."

Alcina smirked, enjoying the drama unfolding. "Well, Donna, possessive suits you. But, we were just playing, no harm intended."

Donna, unyielding, stood her ground. "I appreciate your company, but our personal lives are not up for amusement. Good night, Miranda, Alcina."

With that, Donna led y/n away from the grand hall, leaving Miranda and Alcina to exchange glances.

The horse-drawn carriage ambled along the dimly lit road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves providing a soothing soundtrack to the night. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and quiet. Donna, having removed her mourning veil, set it on the seat across from them, the moonlight revealing the soft features of her face.

In an attempt to break the lingering tension, Donna began, "Y/n, I want to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to—"

But y/n gently interrupted, placing a finger on Donna's lips. "Don't apologize, Donna. It was... intriguing to see that side of you."

Donna, surprised, raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing?"

Y/n smirked, leaning in closer. "Yes, I never knew you had a possessive streak. It's quite attractive."

Donna chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. She pulled y/n into her lap, causing a surprised squeal to escape y/n's lips. Donna laughed softly, relishing the playful moment.

As y/n cupped Donna's face, looking down at her with a smile, Donna couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her. She leaned in, capturing y/n's lips in a gentle kiss. When they finally pulled away, Donna held y/n close, the moonlight casting a soft glow on their entwined figures.

"You're mine, y/n," Donna whispered, her voice a mix of possessiveness and tenderness.

Y/n nestled into Donna's arms, feeling the steady beat of Donna's heart. "And you're mine, Donna. I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the carriage continued its journey through the night, the air that had surrounded them earlier now transformed into an intimate embrace between Donna and y/n, weaving a silent promise of connection and belonging as they rode back to Donna's estate.

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