#donna beneviento x you

[shogvnate]

DOLCEZZA, donna beneviento x f! reader.

donna beneviento (& angie) comforting you, oneshot.

contains; donna beneviento

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

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

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

"donna, i—"

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

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

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

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

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

"donna…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fiiinnnneeeee…" angie groaned.

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

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

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

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

"we'll always be here for you."

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[rosestarlightkatarina]

Angie, introducing Y/N: And this is Donna’s ex girlfriend.

Y/N, scared asf, having no idea what’s going on

Angie: Since this morning…

Y/N, looking at Donna’s calm face, almost crying

Angie: Because of proposal coming after this meeting.

Y/N, crying now with joy but still trying their best not to get a heart attack

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could write something of Donna and Miranda (separate plz) with an s/o who carves wood and makes instruments out of said wood? Thank youuu

Fun!

Donna Beneviento and Mother Miranda reacting to a s/o that carves instruments out of wood.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Donna Beneviento

Donna enjoys a bit of wood carving herself! Though, unlike you, she makes doll parts rather than instruments.

She loves to watch you while you're working. Perhaps the two of you could do some wood carving together?

Angie wants to help with one of your projects! It looks like fun! Be warned that letting her handle sharp things is not recommended, however.

If you were to make an instrument just for Donna, it would quickly become a cherished possession. She would put it in a place where she can plainly see it throughout her day :)

Mother Miranda

The only kind of carving Miranda is particularly interested in is carving people open. To put parasites in them.

She does find the instruments you make quite nice, though! They're lovely sounding and well crafted.

(She does also delight in how skilled and precise you are with sharp/dangerous tools).

If you were to make an instrument special just for Miranda, she would put it in a case and display it :)

[shortstrawberry]

Continuation---

In two long steps, Donna was all over you, engulfing you in her arms. You let out a small gasp as your girlfriend buried her face in your chest.

You slowly raised your hands to hug her back. When your fingers reached her back, you felt it tremble beneath your fingertips.

"Donna?" You softly ask, and your girlfriend broke into sobs.

"I am sorry, god I'm so sorry! Ti prego, perdonami. Sono la ragazza peggiore di sempre!!"

You couldn't understand the Italian, but you have a fair idea that your girlfriend was being self deprecating again.

You tried to comfort her, first by embracing her back tightly. Then, with your words.

"You saved me, Donna. If you weren't here on time--"

"Don't!" Donna snapped, pulling away only to cup your face in her bare hands. You shivered. It's rare for Donna to be without her globes.

"I will never let anything happen to you, okay!? Ucciderò quella stronza questa volta. Ti giuro."

Again, you didn't understand a word, but you have a feeling Donna is swearing violence on whoever tried to harm you.

Donna was not done yet, as she went on, her lips coming down to graze your forehead."

"To think that I was so harsh to you this morning, cara mia. What worth is my career if I don't have you with me? Please forgive me, cara mia."

You swallowed, now feeling like crying as morning's sad memories rush back to you.

"I didn't want to take you away from your work. I just wanted you to rest."

Donna kisses your forehead again, this time lingering in apology.

"I know, I know my dolcezza. I was wrong for shouting at you. So wrong. I promise, it won't happen again. You are my equal, cara mia. Please forgive me for treating you like a lesser person."

You blinked back tears and nodded. You felt Donna hug you tighter, clearly not wanting to let you go anytime soon.

"Come, let me make this up to you. I'll cook you your favourite pasta today. Do you want a bubble bath?"

"Will you be in it with me?" You softly ask, and in return Donna kissed the side of your head.

"Of course, Dolcezza. Anything and everything for you."

Requests open. Although it might take me a while to answer!

Professor Donna and a stabby Mia in a tense stand off over MC

Okay, lessgooo

TW: mild violence

You were looking lost in a small corner at the college library, searching for a Botany book for your next test. Ideally, this would have never even been required as Donna usually lends you her books all the time.

But your girlfriend is right now in her Professor mode, buried neck deep in grading. It's the exam time, and that means your girlfriend is most time either invigilating the exams or is checking papers.

You sighed, keeping another book back at the shelf. You understand your girlfriend has responsibilities, of course. But it's just been a couple of months since you two started to seriously date. So to have your time cut short so soon has you a little miffed.

It also doesn't help that last time you nagged Donna to get some break, she became a little...snappy at you.

I am busy! I have responsibilities !I cannot be with you all the time!

Those words spoken in Donna's harsh voice made you flinch. You had wanted to retort that no, you just want the overburdened professor to have a break! It's okay if she doesn't spend time with you! But no, instead you just stupidly nodded your head, and left her.

And here you are hiding away in library. Donna has called you thrice by now, probably to apologise, but you just don't want to talk to her right now.

You'll probably end up crying.

Before you can start sniffling at your pathetic state, you heard a rustle behind you. You turn around, and there stood Mia Winters, the local sorority head and treasurer of the student council. And she was leering down at you with murder in her eyes.

You gulped, stepping back. Something doesn't feel right.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

Mia only sighed at you in what looks like pity.

"I wish it didn't have to come to this. Why can't you make the correct choice for once?"

You have absolutely no idea what she's saying. But you get this deja vu feeling, as if this has happened before.

"I have no idea who you are, but I do feel like saying that the correct choice is not necessarily the right choice."

That seems to be the wrong thing to say, because Mia, no kidding, took a knife out and waved at you.

"And this is exactly why this keeps happening, every single time. You always choose her."

Before you could ask who, or run away for that matter, Mia lunged for you. You let out a loud scream, ducking down in hopes it will somehow save you.

But the knife never came for you. Instead there was a loud crash, as if someone was shoved against the library shelf. You heard the books clattering down on floor.

You opened your eyes slowly, and saw a very angry Botany professor holding Mia against the library shelf in a chokehold.

"You fucking bitch. Ti ucciderò una volta per tutte!"

If you thought this morning Donna was angry, this Donna was downright furious. Her pale was was twisted in a murderous rage, just seconds away from killing Mia.

Shit, you have to do something. You cannot have your girlfriend be jailed for murder of a student! Even if she's just defending you!

You hurriedly got up, then slowly approached Donna, who was now tightening her squeeze on Mia's neck.

"Donna, let her go. She's not worth it."

Donna in response squeezed harder, making Mia kick and thrash against her.

"Oh no, cara mia. She tried to kill you! Take you away from me!"

You have a feeling that Donna knows more then she is letting you on. That somehow this has happened before. But you let it go for now.

You place a soft hand on your girlfriend's tense shoulder, trying again.

"Please. If you do this, you'll be taken away from me. People will accuse you, babe. Let her go! I promise, we'll sort it out later!"

Those words seems to get to her, as Donna blinked a few times to get her bearings back. Then with a frustrated cry, she threw Mia down on the floor, with a spitting warning.

"Consider yourself lucky that my girl is so compassionate. Even though you don't deserve a single ounce of it!"

For a moment, just for a moment, guilt flashed on Mia's eyes. But it was soon take over by fear, as she scarmbled away from the scene.

That just leaves the two of you, alone.

[seluneclerics]

Resident Evil Royalty AU

I can’t get this out of my head, so I’m jotting my thoughts down here for this au.

Miranda is heir to a fictional 1950s Romania (or some kingdom of a similar likeness)

She rises to the status of Empress far earlier than she anticipated due to the deaths of her parents. I’m thinking she’s been the reigning power since she was abt 18-19 yrs old

Due to societal pressure, Miranda ends up getting married to a man right after her coronation.

At some point, she has Eva, but loses both her and her husband in an accident.

Alcina Dimitrescu is a Duchess and noble in Miranda’s court

Donna is a Baroness and noble in Miranda’s court

The age gap between Miranda & Fraser is shortened to only 2 years, with Miranda being older

Fraser is the daughter of the favored headmaid in the palace. Both her mother and father die while she’s quite young, leaving her to be taken care of by the other palace staff.

Fraser and Miranda meet when they are children, but because of circumstances they lose contact for many years. In present day, Miranda (31 yrs old) is grief stricken and doesn’t remember who Fraser is after all these years. She comes to realize it later

Fraser remembers it all

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela are absolute terrors to the noble court

Angie is Donna’s niece in this AU

Again Mia & Miranda are exes

With Mia being the palace doctor

Miranda is widely known for ruling her territory with an iron fist

As of present day, Miranda’s courtiers are trying to convince her to get remarried

[donnas-dollface]

Courage Boosts;

Donna, pretending to joke: So when are you going to go out with me?

Y/N, looking at her: I don't know, when are you going to ask me to?

Donna, going red under the veil: ...

...

Angie: And you just walked away?!

Donna, head down in at her kitchen table: I wasn't expecting them to flirt back!

[much2leite]

What do these 2 lesbian icons have in common?

A) A mean bitch took one of their eyes

B) An unwillingness to kill that goes against their (unpaid) job description

C) We love them and we are prepared to die for them even if completely unnecessary

D) ALL OF THE ABOVE

Credit: Donna art is by NyutaValerius on DeviantArt

[charlessmiths-wife]

OKAY BUT LIKE

thinking about baking with Donna… WALK WITH ME WALK WITH ME

she’d be SO dedicated to the craft, no matter what. oh you wanna bake cookies? okay, she’s making sure you guys follow whatever recipe you have up TO A TEE

if those cookies aren’t coming out golden brown WITH THE PERFECT DEPTH IN EACH ONE THEN DAMMIT! SHE FEELS LIKE A FAILURE

and you know she never misses. she knows all the tricks, any time she bakes - you know you’ll be eating GOOD

she’d be so cute during it too, like I can just imagine putting icing on her nose.. and her being SO CONFUSED before blushing a FURIOUS shade of red when you tell her she looks cute, hiding her face in your shoulder

gaaaah this woman just makes me so soft 🥺🥺 I can’t I love her your honour!

[cookiekitten91]

I’ve read the fic you have

..I’m a fan

Can I have autograph?

Oh, I love it! I'm so happy you liked my fic. Your art is so great, thank you so much for drawing this! You are AWESOME!! 😭

Also

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Brainrot✨

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

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

* canon divergence/slight AU

***

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

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

"Mornin'."

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

"Mm.. morning." She said quietly.

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

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

"M-mhm."

"Mh.. good. Just like you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah-!"

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

"Ready?"

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

"Y-yes."

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

"Such a good, sweet girl."

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

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

"S-so close." She whimpered.

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

***

[skxll-eater]

THE STARS COLLID WHEN YOU AND I INTERTWINED FOR THE FIRST TIME 🎧🎸🎧⛓️⛓️⛓️🖤🖤🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello, my lovlies~ I'm Tiffany, aka Moondrop, aka twistedgalaxy11 on AO3 :3 I love writing, and have a few works floating about now so I figured I would put it all in one organized list for easy navigation :))

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[rosestarlightkatarina]

Someone must do this

In Coffeewoman we trust!

Tap for better quality

[lucidmagic]

*sigh*

I'm back on my bullshit...

Said bullshit:

Ioane calls Reader a fucking simp (derogatory)

[lelianasbitch]

Imagine you wrap your arms around Donna and suplex her.

Why would you do that?

[seluneclerics]

About Mirifras (Mother Miranda x Fraser)

Can I be honest? I love so much when reader/MC gives Miranda a taste of her own medicine.

A woman with unbridled power and oozing authority, meets her match with a reader who simply isn’t afraid to defy her. Or rather, a reader who’s willing to hide that fear away from her to play her cards right.

I think this is what fuels my attachment to Fraser so heavily, if I’m honest. Out of all my Resident Evil MCs (future ones and so on) she’s forever gonna remain my favorite in this regard. While I think it’s important to properly characterize each of the lords and Mira (because let’s be honest there are so many misinterpretations of all of their characters out there—like god, so many) I think it’s just as important to make an MC that readers can care about and understand the motivations of.

Fraser simply isn’t willing to let herself be a damsel in distress or a doormat. While she knows in terms of power, she holds none of the cards, she knows that the one thing Miranda (and by extension, none of the lords) can’t take away from her is her will. She wants nothing more than to find her father, and is willing to scheme, lie, and even go behind their backs to accomplish that goal.

It’s that devotion to her cause that draws Miranda to her in the first place, and it’s her unwillingness to simply abide by her plans that makes her fall head over heels.

For a lack of better terms, Fraser would rather die than let herself be reduced down to merely a lackey or subject, to be paraded around like some kind of trophy on a shelf. That makes Miranda want nothing more than to possess her, to keep her and understand how she’s so… unchanging. Yet, the respect (and ultimately, love) that she develops for her surprises even her. To allow her to get away with things that she wouldn’t dare let another say to her.

They are in an endless clash of “will they? won’t they?” and a need to see eye to eye. Schemes and lies, passion mixed with fury. I love them both so much, they make me ill.

Keep in mind, many of the traits that Miranda adores about Fraser are the same reason Alcina falls in love with her as well, though their relationship dynamic is quite different. Donna sees a different side of Fraser than the other two do, a gentler, struggling side that Chapter 8 is going to go heavily into. I’m gonna make similar posts for Alcina/Fraser & Donna/Fraser in a second but just!!! I’m gonna cook up some good shit these next few chapters guys