#Donna beneviento x MC

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[much2leite]

This is easily one of my favourite artworks of Donna and Angie.

Donna's eye. Donna hiding half of her face with Angie. Her hands and nails. Her dark hair. Her expression.

I can go on and on 🫠

Ufff this woman

[neos-schlond-poofa]

once again, rip donna beneviento you would’ve loved spinel ❤️ also ignore the text glitches i literally couldn’t fix it

(art by @expiredsoda and @tubillari)

[cycian]

Chapter 6 is up! Alcina and Donna bond before our favorite Italian goes on a date with MC. Meanwhile, Miranda is STRESSED, Avery is terrified, MJ is halfway dead, Bee is amused, Cinder is having Visions TM and Mia commits yet another reprehensible crime. And Finch almost dies. Business as usual, pretty much.

Quote is by Pope Francis (yes, mother Miranda, we all say in unison)

[mashup-writing]

Power Naps; Donna Beneviento (Resident Lover)

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Requested? ❌

"Mananatili, sa iyong tabi mag damag."

"To stay, by your side for as long as can be."

Summary: Visiting your girlfriend, Professor!Donna in her office only to find her fast asleep. You try to wake her up, but she turns the tables and has you falling asleep with her on the sofa. It can't be comfortable, but with her trench coat draped over your shoulders you can't find it in yourself to fight the sleepiness off.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Resident Lover Masterlist

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A sigh leaves your lips as you spare another glance at your watch. You've spent the ast fifteen minutes knocking at the door to Donna's office in intervals but each attempt is greeted with silence. You're never impatient when it comes to your girlfriend, but right now your feet are starting to ache from how you've spent the past fifteen minutes standing outside the door and almost your whole day running around campus to help finalize your club's upcoming event.

You decide to knock once more, giving it another five minutes before you finally knock for the last time and open the door without an invitation- Letting yourself in before immediately shutting the door behind you.

The sight of Donna's office never fails to stop you in your tracks, you haven't been in here a lot but it's stark contrast to how the interior of her house looks like never ceases to surprise you. The walls are bland, and the shelves are empty except for a few volumes of botanical and toxicology texts. A singular file drawer stands behind her seat and the desk is barren except for the tests she's grading, a desk lamp, and a pen holder with a total of three pens in them.

It's said that the way an interior of a personal space is designed can tell you a lot about a person.

You take a moment to wonder why your girlfriend has her walls up so high whenever she's on campus.

You squint for a moment in the dim lighting, and it hits you that maybe your girlfriend wasn't giving you permission to enter her office simply because she wasn't currently in it. You wonder where she could be, you're sure that she's definitely done with her lectures at this hour- And she hasn't gone home yet because she had after all promised that she would drive you back to your dorm today once you were done with your respective responsibilities.

Your questioning thoughts don't cease until after you've looked to your side to find Donna laying on he back on her office sofa, her coat draped over her front- The iconic black trench coat, treated as a makeshift blanket. The sight almost makes you smile, but you take note of how Donna's using the arm rest as a pillow and you frown instead. That's gotta hurt.

You walk over to her side, kneeling on the carpeted floor before you gently brush her bangs away to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and on her scar separately.

"Mahal, wake up. It's almost 7 PM."

Donna's always been a light sleeper, so all it took was a gentle shake to her shoulder for her to start stirring in her slumber. She takes a deep breath before turning her head to face you, a gentle smile taking hold of her lips once her eyes adjust to the dimness of the room and she spots you by her side.

"Hello, Tesoro."

Donna takes your hand in hers and wastes no time in placing a kiss to the back of it. You feel her soft smile slowly shift into a grin when you chuckle at her actions.

"It's time to go home Donna, that couch can't be comfortable at all."

You move your hand to gently rest on her cheek, using your thumb to stroke skin in a gentle sweeping motion. Donna hums, her chest rises with a deep intake of air and her eyes flutter closed again.

"You are correct Tesoro. However, I believe I know of an immediate solution to this issue."

You're unable to get a word out before Donna moves quickly in a flash of black and grey, the next thing you know is that you're lying down on Donna and you're being readjusted so that the two of you can comfortably fit on the couch. A laugh escapes you as your girlfriend peppers your temple and your forehead in kisses.

Struggling against her grip was futile. So you choose to shift until you're comfortable before eventually calming down and just basking in how right it feels to be held in the Botanist's arms.

"We'll regret this when we wake up, I swear-"

Donna laughs without showing her teeth, eyes still remaining closed as if snatching you from the floor and onto the couch with her took no effort at all. She only shushes you before she stats to trace patterns on your back.

"Mia cara flore, that? Is a problem for future us. Right now I simply wish to share the silence and the serenity with you by my immediate side."

She places a lingering kiss to your lips, and you concede to her arguement with a contented hum before pulling away from her and settling down once again. You could never find it in your heart to deny Donna anything she asks for after all.

"A problem for future us. Agreed."

Donna adjusts her coat to cover your frame, the coat now acting as a blanket for the both of you to the best that it can as the ticking of the clock on her office wall lulls you both to sleep eventually.

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Translations:

Mahal - Literally translates to "Love" formally it is a word for the emotion, but it is also used as a pet name for a significant other.

Mia cara flore - My darling flower

[xelinezeddiorsstuff]

Basically yeah

[kobayashi-fr]

Okay so concept:

Donna Beneviento x Maid w/ hay-fever...

Okay hear me out, Donna being her usual shy self, who happens to be crushing on the cute Maid that Alcina insist she take. Her not knowing how to deal with this tries hiding away using her powers but because her powers rely on pollen of her yellow flowers, Maid is just sneezing up a storm whenever she does this. At first Maid just thought this was a coincidence but eventually connects the dots.

Because of this Donna can't really hide because she has a living pollen detector in her house.

(Cue Donna loosing every game of hide n seek forever)

I haven't written any fanfiction in years so if someone wants to write this or that inspiration go ahead!

[celezztia]

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.

[rosestarlightkatarina]

And also @dead-finch-420

eu estou OBCECADA nessa mulher

art credit: @ryuuna @k-0re @vivi-llain @blastedcat0w0 @vbla @whysogay @quozacheese

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[much2leite]

Guys,

I mean, Girls,

I love Donna's fandom

I just love interacting with your posts and seeing the beautiful, hilarious, artistic and dumb shit you share.

You're a really good part of my days.

And you may think "it's just an app" but it makes me happy and I feel connected to your dumbasses, even if it is in an indirect way.

So yeah, I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you girls, here's the ring: 💍

[dead-finch-420]

oh my god, actual Donna x MC dev art?? never thought I'd see the day

[rosestarlightkatarina]

CUTIE

MY GIRL

DONNA. Worried.

[neos-schlond-poofa]

no because. like around 17 times out of 20 loops donna HAS MEMORIES. like they can be clear or they can be fuzzy BUT THEY ARE THERE and she remembers how happy mc was with everyone else. like. she doesnt already have self confidence imagine knowing other people easily replaced you in other timelines SHE IS ANXIOUS 😭

(art by @dead-finch-420)

OKAY FOR SOME ODD REASON THE AUDIO IS DELAYED ON TUMBLR.

[xelinezeddiorsstuff]

THE DONNA DRAWING IS FINALLY DONE !

THE INSPO FOR THE DRAWING

[celezztia]

“Assolutamente divino.”- One Shot

- Professor! Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader.

- Warnings: Blood, Smut.

-hope you enjoy folks, I wrote this one shot set for the story I recently posted! (Mainly because I wanted to write smut, it’s my little treat. Hope you enjoy, lmk if you would want me to continue this into maybe a few parts)

You sit under the outdoor pavilion on campus, rewriting notes from your Art History class. Occasionally you’d grind your teeth against the end of your pen as you looked over your past scribblings. Trying to make out if an ‘e’ was a fucked up ‘a’ or trying to understand and random note you added into the corner to elaborate.

Bzzrt.

The rectangle attached to your ass buzzes as you reach in your back pocket. A text.

Donna : Almost done closing the class for the day. Meet me in the lecture hall. Look forward to seeing you diletta <3

You immediately smile when you see her message, closing your notebook before the ink on the paper could dry. That was the least of your cares now. Shoving your books in your bag, you sling it over one shoulder, walking back inside the campus, towards the north hall.

With great haste, your fingers curl around the doorknob to her classroom, the room dark. In the corner by the board Donna stood over her desk, putting her cardigan on.

Placing her reading glasses off her face to hang around her pale neck, she turned you with an eager grin.

“There you are, la mia dolce sorpresa succulenta.” She spoke, her voice a bit strained from speaking for the day. Taking a sip from a stainless steel cup, she licks a red substance from her lips.

You and Donna had known one another for a few months. She had originally approached you, noting you were an international student and that if you needed anything, she was happy to help. It wasn’t until you had unknowingly befriended her niece, that she had began to look after you. You and her niece Angie was about the same age, partying together at the local bar. You looked after Angie, did what you could to keep your chaotic gremlin of a friend in line. Needless to say, Donna eventually had to pick you both up after an exam day, as you both were drunk as skunks.

Ever since then, she doted on you, giving her number, even locking eyes with you during her lectures.

You grew quite fond of the older woman yourself. How your heart rate would quicken when she looks at you. After class she would pull you aside most days to ask how school was treating you, and to stay out of trouble.

It just snowballed before you could comprehend it.

One day after her class you stayed behind to keep her company while she worked on lesson plans. Donna had asked you if you needed a ride home.

You didn't. The bus would be there any minute. But the thought of sitting next to the older woman had your cheeks aflame, you quickly accepted.

On the drive home, you could feel the tension between you two. A few times her hand brushed against yours and it took everything in your power not to jump in her lap.

You knew it was questionable. She was a professor, but she was so kind. So beautiful. You couldn’t explain how, but she enchanted you.

From that day, she asked you to come by her classroom a bit more often. Asking if you had any questions regarding her classes, which you did.

But you also enjoyed the closeness of her, the feeling of her scarlet eyes watching you.

Donna sets her cup down on the desk, opening her arms for you. Without hesitation you fall into her embrace, nuzzling against her. She smelled like old books, a faint smell of wine and honeysuckle.

Her hands felt so cold, against your warm back, her fingers running along your spine.

Your body pressed flush against hers, your breath hot against her neck. She was taller than you, enough for her chin to rest on your head.

She pulled away for a moment, motioning you to sit down as she walked over to the entrance of the classroom, locking the door and covering the window.

The room goes dark, all that could be heard is the sound of her heels and the breath that escaped your lips.

She walks back over to where you were seated, the only source of light coming from the hallway outside.

Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness.

Donna's hands cup your cheeks as she leans forward.

“I’ve missed you, preda. Do you still want to come over for dinner tonight?” She grins, tilting your chin up to look at her. Even in the dark, you could make out her face.

She had her hair usually pulled in a bun. But after you entered, she freed her raven locks, letting it fall over her shoulders. She looked tired. But still as gorgeous as ever.

You nod, a grin on your face.

Dinner. That sounded nice. You had planned to head to her manor after her final class , but you two had made a habit of making out profusely after.

You didn't mind though.

She had kissed you a few times, in this very room. Your heart pounding as she held you close.

This was the first time you'd actually go over to her house though.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” She smirked, her finger tapping on your nose.

You blink, a blush on your face.

She laughed, her head leaning back.

Gods, she was so cute when she laughed. Her teeth were alabaster, the canines just a bit longer than average.

Now that you think of it, they were fairly sharp looking.

She leans down, pecking your lips, her thumb swiping across your cheek.

She kisses your lips once more.

Your head spins, the sound of crickets chirping outside filling the silence.

Your hands tangle into her black locks, moaning into the kiss, Donna's lips were soft, gentle. You could taste the something coppery on her lips, maybe whatever she was drinking earlier.

Your body is leaned back into the chair, pulling her down with you, your tongue slipping into her mouth.

The older woman grunts, her hips grinding into yours.

She breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.

She stands, reaching for your hand.

You stand up, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the desk,

Donna's eyes were illuminated in the dark. her hand gently pushed your chest, causing you to sit back on the desk.

Donna was always so gentle, so sweet.

But something was different. You couldn’t place it.

Your heart was beating rapidly, your breathing shaky.

She pulls her cardigan off, setting it to the side on her chair. Approaching you as you sit on her desk, your lips meet again, this time more heated. Your hands roam her sides, her hands grabbing your wrists, pinning them down onto the desk. She kisses along your jaw, nipping at your ear, causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Not your turn yet, teroso. Patience. Let me have my fun, si ?”

Your heart pounds against your chest, your legs spread as the older woman presses her body against yours.

Her tongue slides up your neck. A wave of pleasure runs down your body.

You whine, wanting to touch her, to explore her body. But she proceeds to tease you, her teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.

“You trust me, bambina?” She purrs against your neck, the sensation making you squirm even more.

You nod, biting your lip as her hands trail down your stomach. Her nails teasingly scrape against the fabric of your skirt.

Suddenly her nails dig into your thighs, your head snapping back with a silent cry. Donna's mouth hungrily sucked and bit at the skin of your neck, leaving marks, but never breaking skin. Her cold hands met the warmth of your inner thighs, fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties.

Your heart beat was audible now, your body growing hotter. You had never gone this far with her before.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask her, my hips bucking into her hand to feel some friction.

As she pulls from your neck, Donna's red eyes meet yours, a grin on her lips.

She licks her lips, her canines glistening. You heard a faint growl come from the back of her throat.

“I locked the door, no one is going to see us, mia cara. Just focus on me, focus on how I make you feel, okay?”

You nod, swallowing hard.

With that, Donna's teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck.

A gasp escapes you, the pain of her bite, the pleasure of her fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

Her mouth sucks at the punctures, her fingers moving faster, your underwear wet from her actions. The pain in your neck stung. Before you could focus on it too much, her cold, slender digits pressed against the fabric. You were already soaked.

You could feel her tongue running along your neck, her fingers pulling at your panties, sliding them to the side.

You whimper, her fingers tracing your slit, her teeth scraping your collarbone.

“You’re are delicious little treat, aren’t you?” She growled, her finger pressing into your folds.

Your head leaned back, your eyes shutting as she continued to pleasure you.

She was slow, almost painfully so.

You were squirming under her touch, wanting more, needing more. It’s almost like she enjoyed seeing you in this state.

Her mouth left a trail of wet kisses and love bites along your neck, slipping a finger inside with ease.

“Ah-mmph!” You cry out, before her other hand covers you mouth. A second finger teased your cunt before sliding in, your walls tightening around her digits.

Her tongue lapped at the blood that dribbled from your neck.

Donna's head moved, her teeth dragging along your jaw.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

Your eyes were screwed shut, the feeling of her fingers curling, her thumb playing with your clit.

Her breath was hot, her hips grinding against the edge of the desk.

Your hands grip the sides of the desk, knuckles white.

A low groan comes from her lips, her movements becoming faster. She pumped her fingers erratically, a third digit now entering your eager cunt.

Your back arches off the desk, your hips rocking into her palm.

A string of moans come from your lips, muffled by her hand.

A sudden heavy sensation builds up in your abdomen, a feeling like a coil tightening.

Your legs trembled. Donnas hand that once covered your lips moved to intertwine in your hair. You could feel her breath on your lips as her fingers sped up.

Her pace was merciless, her thumb flicking and pressing into your clit.

A guttural groan escapes your lips, the feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your mouth hangs open, Donna's lips crash against yours.

A muffled whine comes from the back of your throat as you cum on her fingers.

Your head fell back, the older woman kissing and licking at the wound she inflicted.

Your chest heaved, your breathing heavy as her fingers slowed.

Donna pulled her fingers out from your folds, her lips now against your cheek.

“Assolutamente divino.” She said, before popping her fingers in her mouth, savoring the taste of you.

Once she had cleaned up, her body hovered over yours.

You could feel the cold radiating off her skin, her arms trapping you against her.

You could hear your own heartbeat, the sound of it ringing in your ears.

“It’s getting late, diletta. Let’s head home.” She cooed into your ear, before stepping away from the desk.

She helped you stand, helping you collect your things.

After the two of you had collected yourselves, you both left the classroom, Donna locking the door behind her. As you walked to her car to head to her house, she gently guided you, a hand on the small of your back.