#donna beneviento fanfiction

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Istg she ain't be paying attention to shit but we love her anyway

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

This is what I think of when my pookies r made of mold bc they're magic and wonderful and alive (they are stinky black mold that killed them and infected their body and I'm delusional)

by dashaplesen

[notyourqueerasfolk]

A sneak peak of chapter 1 from "COLD"

Now, this is exactly how I want to see it. Our 4 lords just sitting there and playing poker while this excellent melody stirred up the whole ambience of the game.

... and I loved the whole process of drawing the playing cards with Cina, Karl, Moreau, and Angie. Take a careful look at their "upside down" nature ;)

[cookiekitten91]

I just wanted to say that I looooved the new chapter. Very well written as usual and I eagerly await the next one 😊

Also that one line Donna had abt being on her knees, begging had me giggling like an idiot 🤭 def one of my favorite moments so far.

Hi anon, thank you so much for the kind words! I liked that line too, was definitely one of my favorite moments of the chapter. I worried it might be a bit jarring, but I think it worked out okay 🤔

If anyone wants to read my new Reader/Donna fic, it’s an arranged marriage story that is like strangers-to-lovers. Here’s a link to the first chapter. Only have two chapters posted so far but I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it and I’m hoping I won’t have such huge time gaps between updates like my last fic haha.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

“My Beautiful Tesoro”

(A/N- FELLOW DONNA SIMPS HERE YOU GO!! I love Donna so fucking much, she’s taken over my brain)

Resident Lover! Donna Beneviento x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Smut, swearing, mentions of insecurities, body worship, and pussy eating 😏)

Now playing: “Something About You” by Eyedress

Your girlfriend, Donna Beneviento, was the absolute definition of perfection. Her calm voice that’s so loving sounding when she praising you, her gorgeous scar that goes around her right eye, and let’s not forget about those sexy hands of hers. Whenever she’s feeling insecure about anything you’re always right there to confidently remind her about all her perfectness.

Unfortunately when it comes to you, you can’t seem to reassure yourself. You can’t shake off the insecure feelings and the terrible thoughts that fill your mind. Donna deserves better, you foolishly believe.

“Why must I look like this?” You questioned your reflection, looking at your pitiful body with tears developing in your eyes.

You close your eyes and rub your temples, tears roll down your cheeks as your thoughts become worse. “What? Beautiful?” You hear a calm voice say and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Donna?! When did you get here? I thought you left to go to the shop.” You questioned, heart racing because of the scare.

“It doesn’t matter. Now tell me tesoro why are you being so harsh to yourself?” Donna muffles into your neck, upset that you don’t see your body like she sees it.

“Uhhh- well..I-” You stumble on your words, taking a deep breath before continuing “I just..feel a bit insecure..that’s all.” You confess as you feel Donna hold you tighten.

“Oh dear, damn that confused mind of yours for telling you all those untruthful thoughts. Say, cara mia, do you mind if I show you how much you mean to me?” Donna patiently asks, awaiting for your consent to move forward to something more..eventful.

“I definitely don’t mind, love.” You grant permission, smiling at your lover through the mirror.

Donna smiles into your neck, but the smile fades slowly as she kisses your neck tenderly, making your body heat up as she finds your sensitive spot with ease. She bites the skin, holding back a smirk when you let out a relieved sigh at the feeling.

She guides you to the shared bed which happens to be only a few steps from the tall mirror. You sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Donna takes off her maroon-colored gloves and throws them on the end table, revealing her hands to you.

Donna steps closer to you, grabbing your hand to place a short but lingering kiss on it, pulling away but still holding that same hand. God you loved her hands, not to mention her long fingers that take care of you in more ways than one. You could hold her hands all day long if you could.

“Strip from your clothes my dear.” She says softly but you can hear her loud and clear.

You obey her, letting go of her hand to take off your clothes as she watches you intently, admiring you even. You feel embarrassed by this but you can’t deny that the attentive stare is heating up your core.

Donna notices this and smirks, “Oh? Someone’s getting all hot and bothered.” She teases.

You have your clothes completely off now. Donna gets closer to you to bring you into a slow but passionate kiss, your thighs squeeze against each other to get some sort of pleasure down there. Pulling away to trail kisses all across your jawline and skips down to your chest, kissing where your heart lives “You’re so beautiful, dear. My life would be so boring if you weren’t here.” She stated softly, gratitude evident in her voice.

Donna gets on her knees and puts your legs on her shoulders, her hands holding your legs firmly on her shoulders. She kisses your inner thighs, biting the sensitive skin, making you moan. Donna loves all the noises you make during these intimate moments. She desires to hear them all day everyday.

“Please do tell me if it gets too overwhelming, cara mia.” Donna says, making direct eye contact with you, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You nod your head in acknowledgment, giving her the approval to keep going. Donna smiles before diving into one of her favorite meals, savoring this moment. You let out a loud breathtaking moan when you felt Donna’s tongue swirl around your clit. What a lot of people didn’t know about Donna was that not only is she skilled at using her fingers, she is also skilled at using her tongue too.

She wasted no time to wrap her lips on your clit to suck on the very sensitive nerve. “Ahh~ h-holy shit Donna~” you gasped as you experience waves of pleasure. Donna moans at the bittersweet taste of you, sending vibrations to your clit, causing an even louder noise to erupt from your throat.

You’re getting closer and closer to your orgasm as Donna continues her skillful motions. “Come on beautiful, cum for me.” She mumbles into your clit, sending more vibrations causing your climax to finally hit you. You yell out her name and squeeze your thighs tightly against her head, making Donna’s own core wet from how turned on she is.

As you start to slowly calm down from your climax, you let go of her hair and relax your shaky thighs a bit. Donna takes your legs off her shoulders to stand up and bring you into a soft embrace. She traces different types of flowers and plants on your skin until your breathing evens out.

She kisses your lips, “I’ll be right back darling. I just need to get something.” She says before leaving the room. She comes back in about five minutes with a tall glass of water in her hand.

“With all that moaning you did, I figured you needed it.” She teased, receiving an eye roll from you, making her giggle.

“There’s been a change of plans, instead of running the shop today is gonna be a you day. Whatever you want you get, understand?” Donna says in a caring tone, you know you can’t change her mind on this so you agree.

You take her hand and bring it to your lips, kissing her fingers before saying “Anything I want?” You try to seem all innocent, which that didn’t work since Donna got the message.

“Yes, anything for you love.”

Smiling at this, you think of all the things you and Donna can do today. All of your insecurities that filled your mind this morning had seemingly disappeared and that’s all thanks to your wonderful girlfriend. You can’t thank her enough, not only because she saved you from your tormenting thoughts but because she’s alive and here with you. The both of you will always be together forever until death pulls you apart.

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[crow-raven-crow]

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 🤍

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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.

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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.

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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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[shortstrawberry]

Was having midnight craving of Donna Beneviento so here's some possessive professor Donna.

Professor Donna sees you being too chatty with a fellow classmate in her class. She's not happy.

Today is a really bad day to have a cold.

You let out another loud sneeze in the class, whispering sorry to your poor seatmates. You just had to have a cold when you had a important test to give in your Botany paper. You look down at your answer sheet. The bubbles you had filled seemed almost blurry, your eyes were just that watery. But you're pretty sure you have done enough to at least pass this exam. Not that you need to worry about that, as you can feel your Botany Professor's worried gaze on you.

Dr. Donna Beneviento. Chef extraordinaire, maker of best hot chocolate, giver of best cuddles. Also your Botany professor. And your girlfriend. Although Donna and you prefer the term "partners" much more. The relationship is that serious afterall.

It's in fact so serious on Donna's part that you know if you decide to quit education and decide to just pursue your lifelong dream of being a potato couch, Donna will happily support it. But no, you also have the lifelong dream to open a florist shop, and so here you are: suffering in a botany test.

"Hey, I have a heatpack. You'll feel good if I put it on your forehead."

You do feel so deathly chill right now, the cough clogging up your lungs for a extra measure. So you nodded at your kind seatmate, letting them take care of you.

You thought your seatmate would just place the heatpack on your forehead and be done with it. But no, they started to pet your head as well, coaxing you to fall asleep.

"Hey, you've done enough. Take a nap. I'll keep watch if Professor Beneviento comes around."

Hearing your partner's name, you immediately realised you've done fucked up. Thing is, Donna can be... Uh...a little possessive.

You heard the sound of pencil snapping from the direction of your girlfriend.

Okay, maybe very possessive.

You looked up at your seatmate, hoping that they'd get the hint to maybe keep their hand away. But no, they made the situation worse, by starting to play around with your hair, and then giving a small forehead massage. Instead of it making you feel good, you just felt more worried.

You could hear the boots of your girlfriend approaching you two.

"I think you should focus on the exam."

Yep, that's Professor Donna's seethingly pissed voice. It's quiet like the icy tundras, but you can feel the anger simmering in it.

The hand that was on her head was immediately off, and soon replaced by the gloved one of your girlfriend.

She petted you quietly, then bent down to whisper directly in your ears.

"Do you need me to take you to the infirmary, cara mia?"

My darling. Donna uses that Italian phrase on you when she wants to stake her claim. Otherwise it's usually dolcezza on most days.

You're now on a precarious situation. If you say yes, surely other students would find it strange that their Professor is showing such favouritism towards you. On other hand, if you say no, Donna would probably get more upset. Donna does not like it when she is denied a chance to take care of you.

And you can just sense just how badly Donna wants to bring you in her arms and feed you her hot chocolate.

Still, you care about your girlfriend's professor reputation more then Donna does. So you shook your head no, quietly croaking out your excuse.

"No... Too tired."

You heard Donna exhale in even more concern. But thankfully she didn't force the issue. Instead, she went ahead and took off her black trenchcoat and draped it on top of you. She petted your head one last time, but you can sense that Donna really wanted to kiss you instead.

She did however whisper certain words in your ear.

"We'll get you home soon, cara mia. And then I'll take care of you."

As you dozed off, you decided that you're really looking forward to Donna's possessive caretaking.

Wanna see the possessive caretaking? Lemme know!

[ashbeneviento]

Her Little Doll

Donna Beneviento x Reader. Rating: M. Warning: Explicit themes. Tags: Emotional Manipulation, short hallucinations, Gags, restraints, breast play and sexual grinding. Other tags: Mean Donna, Dominant Donna/submissive reader. No beta, sorry for any grammar mistakes! Thanks for reading 🖤

(Translations at the end under ****)

There are many words to discribe your mistress.

Feared. Respected. Insane. Many people have tried and failed, to reach the Beneviento estate alive. And if they did, their sanity was long gone to the point they wouldn’t even realize they had.

It used to scare you.

She used to scare you.

But none of those words applied to her around you.

No, Lady Beneviento was nothing more than a recluse of a woman. Always hiding behind that stupid veil and around every corner. In the shadows where she watched you cook and clean and even on your days off when you would sit and read on the couch.

She irritated you.

You were trapped for the rest of your life inside this house and she, not once, had made the effort to speak to you. The isolation was driving you mad and today was the day you finally had enough of the quiet.

Standing face to face you had her cornered, inching closer to the phantom woman with your hands waving in irritation.

“I’m tired of it! Is there something wrong with me? Do you hate me?” You yelled.

Lady Beneviento only clung to the wall shaking.

“Say something, dammit! I can’t take it anymore!”

With a twitch of her fingers at her sides, your Lady stood up straighter and towered over you. Her erratic breathing didn’t stop but you could feel the air shift into something dangerous.

“Then leave”

A cold, raspy voice replied behind her veil and your heart stopped for a second.

“W-what?” You stutter, voice cracking as you take a step back.

The lights flicker as she takes a step closer, changing your previous position with eachother as it was you back against the wall now.

“You don’t know anything about me, stupid girl. Prehaps I’ve played too nice with you..” She hisses, effectively trapping you with both of her hands on both sides of you. You tremble and dart your eyes around your surroundings. You could easily duck under an arm and make a run for the door.

You decide to take your chances.

As you run the the echo of her dark laugh vibrates the whole house.

The door opens to a scene that is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Instead of running across the front porch you’re met with another hallway. You turn around and find that she had disappeared. This isn’t good.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you lost?” That raspy voice whispers behind you, feeling the fabric of her veil brush against your ear. You snap you head back but no one was there.

And then everything goes dark.

***

You wake to the sound of a familiar sound. Angie’s shrill cackle gets louder beside the clack of heels on the floor. You try to move but your wrists and ankles barely budge against the ropes.

“Hey! Let me go! Let me go you psy-..”

A cloth is shoved into your screaming mouth as you wriggle and thrash on the bed.

Your Lady towers above you, cocking her head to the side and placing her hand over the gag in your mouth.

“Ssshh.. don’t worry y/n, I’m giving you what you wanted. You begged to get to know me..” She pauses, trailing her slender fingers from the gag and down your neck and chest. Your chest shudders as you struggle to breathe making her twitch.

She hesitantly removes her hand, and you think that the old, shy Lady you knew was back for a moment. But oh, how wrong you were about that.

“You were going to leave me” She growls.

You told me to! you think, unable to talk back.

She laughs again, crawling onto the bed with you until her legs wrap on both sides of your hips.

“Naughty girl…” She says lowly, pressing her hand against your chest again as you squirm beneath her.

It shouldn’t make you feel this way, but you felt yourself still under her touch. The only thing moving now was the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your face heat up at the sight of her on top of you.

She doesn’t say anything else as she unbuttons your blouse. Inch by inch until the cool air brushes against your warm chest, revealing your bra to her.

Cool finger tips trace against the bare flesh and she studies you, hooking one finger under the garment to lift it. She leans over to the side to grab a pair of scissors off the bedside table, it’s gleam against the blades making your eyes widen in fear again.

“Pretty doll…” she whispers, replacing her finger with the scissors. In one clean snip your bra snaps open revealing the flesh of your breasts.

She sets the scissors down where they were and returns her attention down to you.

You can only hum against the gag while soft, slender hands knead the sensitive flesh.

Despite the obvious danger you were in, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming below your navel. She had you tied up, completely at her mercy to play with you however she wanted and you liked it. Maybe you were going crazy. Losing your sanity to the mysterious Lord like all the others had before.

But no, they never had her like this. You watched a couple of them from the windows of the manor scream and thrash in horror, seeing something you couldn’t until their hearts gave out.

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized she had lifted her veil and tucked it behind one ear, revealing only half of her face to you. Pale and unblemished skin complementing the dark hair of her eyebrow and eyelashes. An iris as black as the clothes she wore stares deeply into yours. And her mouth… soft and plump with a tint of purple while it’s corner pulls upwards into a smirk.

Just like in her portrait above the stairs.

She’s beautiful.

“Your heart gives you away, bella ragazza” She whispers as those soft hands continue to knead your breasts. You groan at the feeling, pressing your thighs together tightly. She chuckles at this and leans her head down to a nipple, wrapping her lips around it with a satisfied hum while two fingers pitch at the other.

Her tongue swirls in her mouth as she sucks and licks, changing actions with your breasts with a taunting pop.

“So pretty.. you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of playing with you this way.”

She teases, her breath coming out in labored rasps.

“Especially when you lean yourself over to clean..”

She moans her confession, grinding herself against your lap. Your eyes flutter at the contact but it’s not enough. Your hips buck up against her and she laughs.

“Ah ah, you don’t get that satisfaction just yet, il mio giocattolo cattivo. Stay still”

She orders and you reluctantly obey. You press yourself as hard as you can down onto the bed under you and she shifts herself on your lap, pulling your dress skirt up just enough to reveal your bare thighs to her. She lowers herself back down and you gasp as her warm and very wet core makes contact with one thigh.

She smirks down at your reaction as she grinds back and forth slowly, her breathing becoming shallow and jagged as she uses you.

“Good girl..” she moans, your muffled one echos hers.

“I think I’ll keep you just like this for the rest of the night.. or forever”

She whispers darkly, leaning down just enough against your face to place a kiss on top of your gag.

It was only then when you realized it was the underwear she wasn’t wearing.

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bella ragazza/ beautiful girl

il mio giocattolo cattivo/ my naughty toy

[femme-fix]

♰ giving submissive g!p donna a bj ⋆₊˚

description: short donna beneviento blowjob drabble.

a/n: too lazy to write a fic rn so have this. please send through any requests if you have them.

MINORS DNI

You loved this. How you could render one of the most powerful lords to this, shamelessly pleading with her eyes for more. More of your touch, more of your mouth, everything.

You pulled back and a string of saliva stretched between your parted lips and the sensitive head of her cock. Hands maintaining that consistent pace, you pumped that wetness up and down, over and over again.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby? My tits or my mouth?” You offered. She had done so well, been so obedient, it was only nice of you to reward her.

“Y-your mouth!” She cried hoarsely, hips jumping erratically. Donna was trying to hold back so hard, veins straining in her hands as she clamped her fingers down in the plush throw blanket and twisted. It was cute how she didn’t want to disappoint you.

You arched an eyebrow, wrist slowing down considerably at her lack of manners. She groaned impatiently, eyes cracking open blearily to search for you, for the reason you had stopped. Upon realising the unamused expression on your face she bit her lip at her mistake, her cock leaking excessively at the denial.

“In your mouth, please!” She rephrased. Donna’s head of dark brown hair threw back suddenly when you resumed your pace, her stomach clenching and unclenching noticeably in tandem with your strokes. Her legs widened ever further, her milky, freckled expanse of flesh revealing itself to you beneath her bundled skirt. In her desperation to spread herself further, offer more, her feet knocked over several of her dolls that lay by the bottom of the couch. Too lost in her pleasure, Donna didn’t even notice through her loud moans.

For a moment you continued this sweet torture of pumping your hand up and down and she feared you would force her to cum this way, unsatisfied and desperate for more. But, true to your word, you lowered your head and quickly took the better part of her length back into your mouth. You hummed a little around her and swallowed, your abandoned clit pulsing beneath your own skirt. Wanting nothing more than for Donna to release down your throat, you snaked a second hand up between her legs and wrapped ever so gently around her balls, stroking and rubbing tenderly with your thumb.

This seemed to be her breaking point and Donna cried out loudly, louder than she had all night, hips bucking uncontrollably as you bobbed and suckled through her release. Warm, thick cum shot down your throat, some of it gathering at the base of your tongue and you closed your eyes appreciatively at the taste.

Her cock twitched beneath your tongue as you lapped around the head, cleaning her up. One long, intentional glance upward revealed her lidded eyes watching you, fluttering softly as the pleasurable aftershocks ebbed and flowed in her lower stomach.

“Good girl.”

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**Title: Siren's Lament**

Bela Dimitrescu had always felt different. Each morning, the sea would call to her. Bela always tried to hide her half siren side, ashamed that if anyone found out they would look at her with disgust, and not fear. Daniela had come close to letting Ethan Winters find out, but mother shortly took care of that. No one must know. No one can find out that the breeze is heavier for her and the sea beckons her, humming her name in hopes she release her melody. She felt alone, a shell of what she was, until she met Donna Beneviento.

There was just one problem, she's a pirate. A pirate who hates Sirens.

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I doodled a self indulgent little piece for the Reader/Donna fic I’ve been writing. It’s a strangers-to-lovers, arranged marriage fic. As of chapter 4, they’re still more strangers than lovers but we’ll get there eventually 🫠

Here’s a link to the first chapter if anyone wants to read fic with disaster lesbians who can’t decide if they like or hate each other:

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The Silver Lining

(A/N- Ah yes, Donna, I love her so much)

RL! Donna Beneviento x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Swearing, smut, grinding, and of course face sitting)

When people think of memorable duos, some people think of Bonnie and Clyde or Sherlock and Watson but the first thing you think of is you and Donna. The friendship y’all formed is an unbreakable bond that no one can take away. The both of you are so lucky to have each other, no matter what you or her are struggling with, the other is always there to support and help every step of the way.

It was one of those times again, one of those days when you needed her. You look at your phone in shock when you read the short text message your partner had sent. They broke up with you, not only that but to make matters worse they confessed to cheating on you with one of your friends. You were so confused and lost, the first thing you thought to do was to call your best friend, Donna Beneviento.

With tears dwelling in your eyes and threatening to spill out you dial her number. She surprisingly answered quickly, the shop must be slower than usual today. “Hello?” Donna’s soft voice greeted your ears.

“Hey Donna, could you please come over to my house, something happened and I really need you here.”

Donna's eyes widened when she heard your voice crack just like when you’re crying. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” she frantically questioned, her voice slightly raised out of panic and confusion. She can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.

“No no, I’m okay, physically at least.” You admitted, feeling a little selfish for dragging her out of her work just for your comfort.

“Hm I’ll be right there, stay put dear.”

The beeping sound of the hung up phone went on as the last word Donna spoke ran around your head. Dear? She would always call you pet names, nothing unusual for you two but for some reason the sweet name warmed you up inside. It was a strange feeling.

*Knock knock knock knock*

A familiar knocking sound banged on your door; you already knew it was Donna. You got up to let her in and there you saw Donna’s worried expression plastered on her face. “Come in.”

You lead her to your bedroom since that’s where you both usually hang out together and plus it just felt right at this moment. Taking a seat on the bed, she sits next to you as you explain the whole situation. Donna can feel her blood boil with anger and disgust, “Those fucking bitches, how could they?” She muttered under her breath. She never did like your partner but this made her dislike for them turn into a deep hatred.

Although underneath all that hatred, she felt kinda glad. Glad that you’re finally free now, Donna has always had a huge crush on you, it was obvious to everyone except you, but when you first started dating your partner she was hurt. You were the one that got away, at least she thought, but now she still has a chance.

Donna takes a deep breath before speaking, calming her nerves down. “Don’t waste your energy on dumb bitches like that, they don’t deserve you. You deserve someone better.” She tells you with certainty before her voice drops to a whisper, “Someone like me.”

Your tearful eyes widened at those last words, looking at her to see if she really meant it, but she was avoiding eye contact and her face turned red with embarrassment. “Do you really mean it? Like for real?” You questioned softly.

Silence filled the room for a moment before Donna finally developed the courage to confess, “Yes, I do. I’ve had a small..crush..on you for a long time. I was just afraid to tell you.” Her face somehow managed to get even redder.

“Why..do you like me like that? What is it about me?” Asking in disbelief, Donna is your best friend and you never expected her to have feelings for you out of all people. Honestly you didn’t know how to feel, different emotions are coming at you left and right, it’s natural to be confused like this.

“Well..first off, your stunning personality and smile lights up my world. It makes my entire day, really. Not to mention your looks.” Donna admitted, fidgeting with her hands, not knowing what to do with them, in which you suddenly take her hand in your own. Leaning forward to kiss her, you’re not sure what you’re doing but you just let your body take control.

To your surprise, she kissed back, you would think that Donna would just be standing there frozen due to shyness though that’s not the case right now. She places one hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like minutes until she pulled away. “S-sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She breathed out, and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around her waist, connecting your lips to hers. This time instead of a soft kiss, it was a much deeper one. Donna was surprised that you took the initiative though she definitely wasn’t complaining. Although, she pulled away again, but this time not out of uncertainty.

“Let me take good care of you, tesoro, way better than they ever could.” Donna confidently said, also asking for consent to continue on further with what will soon to be the best experience of your life.

You gave her a small sound of approval and Donna placed her hand on the side of your face, her thumb almost touching your lips. “No tesoro, I wanna hear you say it.” She smirked at your expression. You never saw Donna act this way before but goddamn she looked so fine right now.

“Take good care of me, I want you right now Donna.” You said seductively, making her blush deeper across her cheeks while she carefully pulled you onto her lap.

“That’s all you needed to say.” Her words made your heart warm, who knew Donna could be so bold. She placed a soft kiss on your lips, letting it linger there while she littered kisses down your neck, nipping at it a little. The increasing anticipation made you want more, you couldn’t help but grind your clothed core on her lap.

Donna's lips stayed on your neck, her hands grabbing your hips to move you a little to the side, positioning your core on her thigh. With her hands resting on your hips you continued your movements, grinding and grinding, sending friction to your clit, ripping a small moan out of you.

“Damn- that feels good. So good.” You moan out quietly, praising Donna’s actions. The praise sent shivers down her spine and made her heartbeat increase. She always adored every compliment you would give her.

“Mm I can’t wait to taste you. Especially that sweetness I know you’ll produce.” She tugs on the hem of your bottoms, prompting you to lift up and swiftly take off everything from your waist down.

She lays herself down on the bed, patiently waiting. You climbed on top of her and straddled yourself onto her stomach, “Are you sure about this?”

Donna smiled at your thoughtful question, “I’m positive.” She said encouragingly, putting your doubts at ease. You move up with knees on either side of Donna’s head, you can see her smile before she takes her hands and makes you sit down all the way. Before you knew it she was already getting to work.

Your hands tangled in her hair as you started to experience waves of pleasure. Donna’s hands grabbed your thighs, forcing you to stay still when you began to squirm. You gave her a pleading look in hopes that she’ll have mercy and let you grind on her face. In response she smiled in your cunt.

“Just let me do all the work darling.” She mumbles the almost inaudible words against your clit, shooting vibrations to the sensitive nerve. The action made your back arch and your stomach getting an unfamiliar sensation. Donna knew you were getting close so she quickened her skilled movements.

The pleasure you felt was almost unbearable; a few tears slipped from your eyes out of utter pure pleasure as your climax hit you full force. Donna’s movements slowed and rubbed small circles in your hips as your muscles relaxed. Once you caught your breath you moved off her, thighs still trembling. Donna sits up and gestures to you to sit next to her.

“Damn I didn’t know you had all that in you.” You teased, making her blush and look away bashfully.

“Mm yeah, let’s rest up I know you need it.” Donna retorted while also changing the subject; you laid down while she kicked off her shoes and took off her gloves. She settled down next to you as you snuggled up closer to her, whispering a small thank you.

“No need to thank me, I won’t let anyone, especially those bastards, break your heart again, I promise.”

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Hey, can you do a Donna beneviento x long lost child, he/she is a bsaa agent (member of the hound wolf squad) that has a mission on the village and got captured then the lords were surprised that he/she has Beneviento last name and then it turns he/she is Donna's child and they met and then Donna try to say sorry for abandoning him/her and eventually the two make up. Also make the story longer if you may plsss

Purple Hyacinth

(Donna Beneviento x child!reader)

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Word count: 1703

I am so sorry this took so long😭i tried my best to make this good so it'd kinda make up for the time but idk, hope u like it😔🫶

ps: i changed a few things but not like the main idea yk, lmk if its okay😔✌

ps: pls lmk any spelling mistakes😬

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It was your first official assignment at the BSAA, there would be no “babysitters” on the field with you, which you were glad. It was supposed to be simple, go in, gather information on the cult’s activities and get out.

Of course there was some danger to it, such as getting caught by the village leader leading to endless torture and experiments. Just light consequences if you make a mistake.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You arrived at day time, a few hours past the morning sermon. You believed that pretending to be a lost traveler during the day was less suspicious than at night.

You took mental notes of everything you’d see, the architecture, the clothings, language. Soon enough you knew exactly what to say and to whom.

However, your good luck couldn't last forever. And that's how you find yourself trying to argument your way out of Heisenberg's factory.

You knew he wasn't fully in agreement with Mother Miranda, from what the villagers said.

Unfortunately for you, he needed a favor from the priestess, hence you now being dragged to the Lord’s meeting.

Donna didn't recognize you at first, in all honesty the dollmaker was barely paying attention to the meeting, choosing to get lost in thought while staring at the ground.

However, you had a birthmark near your right eye, noticeable enough that the moment Donna looked up she knew it was you. Suddenly the room felt as if it closed on her, her breathing started to get inconsistent, her hands tightened around her dress while Angie quietly tried to calm her down.

You weren't supposed to be here, you were supposed to be safe, she tried so hard to keep you safe.

The minutes passed in a blur, the Lord’s voices were almost unintelligible, until Mother Miranda ordered Lady Dimitrescu to choose your fate. Donna was quick to rise to her feet and quickly whisper a request to the priestess, who distrusted her eagerness to keep you but accepted nonetheless.

1989

You were born four weeks before winter, so quiet and pale that for a moment Donna worried you were sick. You brought a joy that she hadn't felt in a year since her parents died.

Until winter arrived, and then suddenly you were both trapped inside the Manor.

The voices became too much, her fear was too loud. There was so much death in this house, Donna feared you would be just another victim of it, so she let you go.

The Lady spent the entire winter loving you the best she could, memorizing every laugh, every cry.

The Duke was the one who helped in getting you to a good foster home, away from Romania, away from her, away from her curse.

During that year, spring didn't reach the Beneviento Manor

Present day

The walk to the Manor was quiet, especially since you knew of the dollmaker’s ability, annoying her would do nothing but get you killed.

However, you remained observant, noticing how anxious Donna seemed, even though she was in her territory and you presented no threat.

Once approaching her house you chuckled at the sight of a few daffodils blooming. Donna quickly stopped in her tracks and turned to stare at you.

You smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, just saw some daffodils.”

The dollmaker nodded slowly, scanning the garden looking for the flower. “It means rebirth.”

You made a noise of agreement. “I was just thinking of a song.”

Donna made a low “oh” and continued her walks towards the house.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It took two weeks for you to talk to each other. Donna was overwhelmed with the need to care for you but simultaneously afraid of telling who she really was and end up with you hating her. You, on the other hand, carried on the mission, quietly investigating the house and its inhabitants, Donna’s constant disappearance only made it easier.

It wasn't a long conversation, just small talk during dinner, but for Donna it was everything.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Only one week later and you overheard a phone call of intruders. Your first thought was a rescue team, you hadn't found out much regarding the village’s routine but knew enough of the Lords.

You had been with the BSAA since you were a child, they picked you up in an orphanage claiming you had great potential to protect the world. You believed in them, they were the only family you knew.

Therefore, you took your chance and ran away from the Manor in the middle of the night, trying to find the team.

Donna noticed a few minutes later, rushing off of bed, praying to every god that nothing happened to you.

She found you in a clearing, sitting on the floor surrounded by who Donna believed was the intruders. You barely moved when she approached you, slowly sitting down beside you.

There were tears streaming down your face, your gaze locked in the bloodied knife in your hand. “They came to kill me.” You said, not turning to look at her.

Donna took a deep breath, keeping her hatred for those men hidden while trying to comfort you. “Mother called me to warn that they may stop by at the Manor, they always do this when one of their spies fail.”

You turned to look at her, trying to hold a sob. “But I didn't fail, I swear I didn't! Why do they not want me anymore?!” You could barely breathe, the tears were flowing freely, the knife long forgotten while you held yourself. “Why does no one want me? What did I do?” Your voice no louder than a whisper.

Donna could feel her heart break at every tear that went down your face, she knew it wouldn't be fair to tell you now, so she pulled you close and held you while you cried.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Afterwards you willingly stayed with Donna, being more talkative towards the woman, even sometimes participating in Angie's game.

Even though the dollmaker was definitely happier, her anxiety still took a toll on her. The other Lords and Miranda kept questioning why she’s protecting the girl, even you were confused but decided not to test your luck by asking her.

It was during a sunny day when Donna decided to tell you the truth. You were both under a tree, you were laying with your eyes closed and your head in her lap while she read a book.

You looked so peaceful that she almost gave up but she couldn't keep this hidden forever, despite the others attempt at secrecy, she knew they were already investigating.

Donna gently tapped your shoulder, silently asking you to sit down, to which you did.

The dollmaker took a deep breath, picking her nails as a way to destress and strongly avoiding your gaze. “I-I was just wondering if you’ve ever wanted to meet your mother.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise but quickly turned into confusion. You had never told her your past, in fact it took you weeks to tell her your first name. “I’m sorry, what?”

Donna could feel her heartbeat getting faster, she still refused to look you in the eyes. “Mother was investigating…” The dollmaker thought back into lying, shaking her head. “That was a lie, I’m sorry. I just-I-”

You stopped her mid sentence and held her hand. “Breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Donna quickly nodded, wiping the tears that started to fall. “I’m your mother.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to control your breathing. “You’re lying.”

The dollmaker shook her head, gripping your hands tighter. “I’m not, I swear. I-I was so scared I didn't want to let you go but it was the only option I had. Please, please, don't hate me.”

You felt confused, you stared at her for a while, hoping that it’s just a stupid joke, but it wasn't. And then you felt betrayed, sad, angry. You wanted to scream at her, to forgive her, to cry. But you did none of it, you only removed your hand from hers, and wiped the few tears that slipped. “No.”

Donna’s eyes widened and before she could say anything you spoke again. “I’ll pack my belongings and leave.”

You rose to your feet slowly, afraid that your legs might give out, and walked towards the Manor.

The dollmaker quickly followed you, gently grabbing your arm and turning you around. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just-I-please give me a chance.”

You scoffed. “Why? No offense but I don't want to be abandoned for a third time.”

You tried to release your arm but Donna kept her hold. “I know you have no reason to trust me. But let me prove myself to you, I won't make the same mistake, I promise.”

You stared at her hands trapping your arm. “Your promises mean nothing to me.”

Donna nodded, attempting to not break down in front of you. “I know.”

You took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of you. “I can't take it again, so please don't ask me to stay just so you break me again.”

“I won't.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You waited a year to tell the others since you needed more than a few words to believe the dollmaker and officially meet her family.

Alcina was extremely happy to have another child in the family, even though you constantly reminded her that you were an adult.

At first Karl was awkward, especially with being the one to have kidnapped you. Sometimes Donna regretted the time she introduced you two, most of it was when you’d show up back home covered in coal.

Moreau was glad to have a new friend, but mostly confused as to when Donna had a kid.

And Miranda…well she tried to kidnap you once she found out the pregnancy was during the cadou’s implant. However after a lot of talk and some threats she agreed to only a few blood samples.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

For all the following years, wherever you were she was. Donna took her promise to never leave you quite serious, of course you both learned boundaries after a while.

Even though you were an autumn child, you brought spring back into her life. And in return, she gave you a family.

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