#lord Moreau x reader

[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

Credits to dividers used are on this post.

Rules for requests

If you don't want to send requests through Tumblr, my Instagram is always an option.

Please interact with this post as much as possible, it helps a lot. Thank you <3

A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

FLASH WARNING

Karl really thought "I can change him 🥺"

[yoursweetdenial]

Miranda and the 4 Lords: *greet Y/N and tell her their names*

Y/N: I'm not good with names. *addressing Alcina* Uhmm... Can I call you mine?)))

Donna to Miranda: That was smooth

[crow-cards]

re8 hug headcanons

for the four lords, the dimitrescu daughters, and ethan winters

if u like these, send me some requests!!! I will love u forever

Alcina Dimitrescu

since she's so Large, the best hug you could give her is a hug on the leg, in which she'd reciprocate by placing a gentle hand on your back

though if she feels like putting more effort into it, she'll pick you up and hold you properly, a gentle lean against you with her head and a hand on your back with a light pat before setting you back down

maybe she'll give you a parting head pat too

she'll only hug you if she likes you though. otherwise she Will kick you and call you filthy

Dimitrescu Daughters

they all give you a big group hug that knocks you over immediately because they just throw themselves at you

if you DON'T fall though, they're all jumping and excited and squeezing the air outta you

if they're less energetic though, they're more gentle, still holding you tight but they lean their heads against you and get as close as they can

Donna & Angie

not too keen on touch so she's not very likely to hug anyone (other than angie of course) but if she especially likes you, she'll give you a very gentle hug, chin resting on your shoulder and arms wrapped loosely around your back. it doesn't last too long either, but it means a lot so you better appreciate it

don't hold her too tightly either, return her carefulness, and slowly settle into more tight hugs as she gets used to the affection, something she doesn't receive a lot

angie on the other hand will LATCH onto you, arms around your neck and dancing excitedly

she'll often join your and donna's hugs too, helps makes the both of you more relaxed in it

Salvatore Moreau

he's too nervous to ever initiate a hug himself, but the moment you give him one, he pauses for a moment and then gets all excited and hugs you so tightly, stomping happily and nuzzling close

he then gives you hugs more frequently, still very happy but not as overexcited as he was the first time

after a while he'll start thinking that maybe he's being a little annoying and backs off for a bit until you give him some reassurance, then he's happily clinging to you again

Karl Heisenberg

would never initiate a hug first, and the moment that you hug him he just. freezes. hesitantly returns it and is Very confused on why you'd do this. it'd be an awkward, one arm hovering over your back and the other giving an awkward pat kind of hug

if he's not close to you or isn't fond of you, he'll just shove you away aggressively, this man does not care for your wellbeing or if you go flying into a pile of scrap afterwards

but besides that, the more frequent the hugs become, the less awkward and tense it'll be. second time is a more proper arms-around-you hug, but still a bit tense. the hugs after that slowly evolve into proper ones, and after it clicks that you do it because you care and want to, he melts into them. arms wrapped tight around you, face buried in your shoulder/neck, and some weight put into you. he stays there for a moment, don't interrupt the silence, just let him relax for once

hugs after that are still meaningful but less emotional, he'll give tight side and proper hugs, squeezing you then ruffling your hair after you pull away. then there's still the ones where you just sit there a moment and enjoy the embrace

Ethan Winters

gives tight, arms fully wrapped around you, face buried in your shoulder types of hugs. lingers for a couple seconds more, too

not tight enough that he's squeezing the air outta you, but a comforting tight. gives squeezes sometimes too

also gives playful side hugs while ruffling your hair, but he'll fix it for you afterwards if you complain about it

god I don't want ethan's to be the shortest portion bc I love him a lot but there's rlly not much else to say here 😭

[jacobfryes-hoe]

If they are still open requests, how would the four lords with a Mexican s/o regarding cultural exchange?

No problem!! also so sorry I've left this for so long, I've no good excuse I was just being lazy.

disclaimer: gifs are not mine!! I don't know much about Mexican culture and couldn't find much info and have gone based of what I could find so i hope this is fine :)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina would be more than happy to discuss your culture, she is intrigued by it and would love to partake in your traditions.

would have her maids make your favourite foods from your childhood, and would wine and dine with you - happily eating your Mexican food and spice wise she can handle it quite well. (the girls can't though)

finds Mexican fashion to be quite beautiful and elegant and honestly finds it so attractive.

definitely listens to romantic Spanish music at the end of a stressful day.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is mostly intrigued when you show her Mexican fashion and loves to make little clothes inspired by Mexican fashion because she finds it amazingly beautiful.

loves classical Spanish music when she's doing her doll-making.

she loves cooking your childhood recipes with you, but she can only handle so much spice when it comes to eating it.

like Alcina would love to partake in your traditions with you.

Karl Heisenberg

straight away he's insisting her can handle the spice and insists you cook him the spiciest recipe you know, but to do so would be a waste because he can't handle it and you'd end up having to put milk in it for him - but it is fun to watch him try and act like the spice isn't getting to him even though his face is bright red and his eyes are watering.

this dirty boy would suggest you dirty talk to him in Spanish because it's in his words "spicy" but you can just remind him how he can't handle spicy.

Honestly, he doesn't too much care for traditions but would do it for you if that's what you want.

doesn't care for the music, and doesn't like it because he can't understand it.

Moreau Salvatore

Moreau can't handle spicy food, it upsets his sensitive stomach a lot to the point it hurts, but this little sweetheart would still try your food to avoid hurting your feelings by turning it down.

loves listening to you talk about anything and loves even more so listening to you talk about something you hold dear to you and also getting to know you.

loves how colourful Mexican style can be, Moreau just loves bright colours, something about them just makes him happy.

would go out of his way to learn about your culture because he cares for you so much and wants to show you that, also would gladly participate like Alcina and Donna with your traditions because they are important to you.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

What does your husbando/waifu/nonbinary barbie-crotched S/O says about you?

TW: slight teasing,but oh well...., also nsfw themes and swearing ( sowwy)

TEAM FARTRESS 2

Scooter/weanie man: complete morosexual or the unhuman need to take care of Boston inhabitants with room temperature EQ ( en englais: you have the mommy/daddy/parent kink and you want to show that boi all the love he deserves)

Soldier: you are a human carpet ( sub) or so Dom my sibling in Christ I am terrified. You think his bravery/randomness is endearing or you got roped in by every tumblr/wattpad headcanon potraying him as the ultimate beefcake ( cant argue with you, mofo built like a brickhouse on steroids without the roids.)

Pybro: A. you are a nonbinary peep and any nb representation makes your ovaries/balls/reproductive parts COMBUst with excitment. B. intense latex/leather kink with slight burn/wax play on main. I am both afraid and faschinated by your ability to flesh out on a person we barely know the most basics of their personaility, Godspeed you allmighty bAstERD <3

eNGIe: cowboy appreciator, daddy seeker and parental figure creamer connesuer, you fell in love with the ( here ) so much you actively search and look out for the gruff, wrench handling and guitar-playing texas man of your dreams. No matter your gender or sexuality engie hits that hotspot only the daddiest of daddies hit !

Heavy: rare breed of bear enjoyer, probs an older sibling that wants to make the older sibling ( tired, unhydrated and slighty (( extremely)) in need of therapy) pair. Probably not a huge shipper since you view HeavyMedic as more of a platonic pairing, or you are of the rarest Medicx Reader x Heavy poly sandwich. Please dont hug him too tight, hell hug tired and make your eyes pop like a cheap pop eyed toy.

Demo: contrary to popular belief, you are not a bbc enjoyer/seeker, Demoman isnt just a sextoy to you. He is just the only level headed person you see in a team of morons ( for u) or manchildren with murder tendencies and well, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE IS BUILT WITH ABBS LIKE A WASHBOARD AND LOVES HIS MOM, HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL. HE IS SOULMATE/LOVE TILL DEATH ( WONT DO YOU PART, HE KNOWS MAGIK TO RECITATE YOU) , PLEASE I SALUTE YOU YOU GLORIOUS TAVISH ENJOYER!

Medic: WE GET IT HE IS HANDSOME AND SOUNDS EITHER LIKE A CHICKEN WITH A TOP TIER DANTE DEMON OR HOT GERMAN GILF! Please dont canoodle him so hard, youll throw out his back or break his hip. Also very questionable kinks ( i see you blood kinksters). You unironically are the I cAn MakE HiM So MUch WorSE squad and you scare me.

Sniper: yes he is the ratman ofyour dreams and yes he is also really pretty, but please stop treating him like a man who aint also a hired killer. Yes he wont even think to correct his Macas orders, but he will and can make you swoon so hard you look redder than Pyros suit, mans gots that outdoors, unshowered , rugged swagg and he is rocking it harder than the fricking 80s <3 <3

Spah: yesh you have a french kink, yes you want him to whisper in your ear soft french while he btters your bagguet, probably into dilfs or gilfs in the distance because none is a dilf /suave/sensual enough for you. ( perfume isnt a shower, go to shower now, mon petit coucou

RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE ( or the bimbofied RE4)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: a cis male/ a sapphic soul/trans,enby vagabond who respectfully wants to drown while motorboating he absolute units of bazoongas. Perhaps slight size kink and perhaps a person who doesnt mind a good blood slurped by their F! S/O if their tumm had the ramblies. Please dont go overboard, or youll enter the unholy assemblange of vore/stuffing kink irl

Donna Bienevento: creepypasta kid, you unironically got spooked first time you read Jeff the Killer. Probably into some questionable types of literature, hardcore horror enjoyer who also has a sanrio addiction. You have tried some kinds of handcraftmanship and might even have some hobbies that involve handiwork. I applaud you, but please dont give the basement FEOTus monster your choccy milk, itll have the zoomies and knock of angies card-castle.

Salvatore Moreau: the epitome of I can fix him! peeps, probably slight hurt/comfort enjoyer. You saw how dirty all the other treat him and you crave to make fish man happy. Both feet in monsterfuckening domain, unironically want to do the dirty while he is at monster form. Maybe you saw the Shape of Water and your brain did the thingy, but oh well, please continue on and make the lord of the reservoir the happiest fish in the sea!

Karl Heisenberg : you slimy, daddy kinked bAsterds, cant we have one game with a slight rat man with a good VA without yall flocking to him like lycans to his factory for french toast scraps??? slight bdsm enjoyer, or person who wants metal rat man happy and softened out like a soviet made breadcutter blade after a top tier professional restoration. Either way, please handle with care he may cry if you hug him the good way

The duke: an absolute chad who may or may not want to drown all your sorrows to a large, beautiful, suave man hug ( or man-thing, you never know.) You seriously deserve the world, because you be pumping fics faster than a heated political debate on Reddit. Also probably a slight hand kink, we all show those monsters at the Shadow of Rose DLC.

[alxndryngs]

Literally wondering if you can make a cursed chaotic fic where Alcina drinks her wine and apparently there is a potion in there that turns you into a baby mentally. Surprise, she is a baby now in a grown woman's body and has to be taken care of for 24 hours until tomorrow when she turns back to normal again. She even doesn't know how to talk and walk anymore and Heisenberg stole the potion then put in inside her wine as a prank...

Literally imagine babysitting a grown ass 9'6 woman whose brain has been turned back into a baby.

Also you can ignore this ask if you want, I'm really just asking for fun. 😊

Xoxo Milkie

Absolutely 😂 Oh I had a blast writing this. Thanks for the request!

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Lady CeeCee

"Your lycans have intruded Donnas land multiple times now, Heisenberg. Do not make me handle them for you, do you understand?"

You could tell your Lady was out of her mind bored as she listened to Mother Miranda talk to her son across the dinner table.

It was their monthly family dinner, this time at Castle Dimitrescu. Every month the location would change from Miranda, to Alcina, then Karl, Donna and lastly Salvatore before the whole thing repeated itself.

Lady Dimitrescu sat leaned back in her chair, eyebrows raised as she released a big sigh. Her head turned to face you, standing against the wall and offering a small smile which you returned. The lady tapped her glass gently and gave a small nod, letting you know shed like some wine.

Carrying over the bottle you were holding, you stood next to her as you opened it. The seal felt like it has been opened before, but you didn't pay too much of a thought to it as you poured her her glass before returning back to your spot.

You couldn't help but notice how shifty Lady Dimitrescu began to get after what must've been her third glass. Heisenberg on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear, which all of you thought was caused by the girls small commotion with Angie.

Even though you knew you weren't allowed to leave your spot during times like these, you sneaked over to her. As soon as she noticed, her head turned to face you before she gave you a soft smile.

"My Lady, are you quite well?"

You whispered, her eyebrows furrowing for a moment while she remained silent for a few seconds.

"Mama?"

Silence fell over the room faster than someone could from the tower of worship, Miranda turning her head to her eldest daughter, the look of surprise on her face not to miss.

"Alcina, I'm not sure if I ever had you refer to me that way-"

She, however, was cut short by Alcina turning her head to her and blowing raspberries once across the whole table. Miranda, who had gotten some spit droplets in her face, closed her eyes while desperately feeling around the table for a napkin.

"H-Here mother.."

Miranda muttered silent latin curses while taking the napkin Salvatore had handed her.

"How dare you Alcina!"

She on the other hand payed no mind to the funny looking bird woman while turning her attention back to you, holding out her arms.

You looked up at her in pure shock. Not only had she just spit in Mother Mirandas face, but she had also called you Mama. Your cheeks burned scarlet as you turned to face the table, all eyes on you and your Lady.

Once Alcina repeated herself, even going as far as making grabby hands, Heisenberg lost it.

He began laughing tears while watching the scene unfold before him, beginning to curl and hold his stomach.

"I dont think the lady is quite well. If you'd excuse us, I think its best if she laid DOWN!!"

You yelled and next thing you knew was that your Lady had taken you to the ground. The over 300 pound woman was now laying ontop of you and you feared this might've been the end. What a way to go, squished by your lady. Serving in.. whatever this was.

In no time the daughters were by your side. Daniela was trying to pull you out from underneath her mother, Cassandra was trying to get her to stand up and Bela tried to talk to her, asking if she was alright.

"Heisenberg! What have you done to her this time!"

Miranda bellowed, sick of her sons games. This wasnt the first time he had 'pranked' his big sister and their mother was beginning to tire of it.

"OUT!" She yelled, taking him by the ear and dragging him out of the dining room. Salvatore, as always followed his mother. Donna on the other hand, took a look at her sister before making haste at getting out of the uncomfortable situation herself.

"Come on little human! She cant lay on you for that long or we'll have human paste to spread on bread!" Daniela said while tugging on your arm, desperately trying to get you out from underneath her mother.

"I'm trying my best Lady Daniela" You wheezed, grasping onto the redheads arm for the life of you.

It had taken a while, but after getting you out of underneath the tall woman, the girls had managed to drag her through the castle and towards her bedchambers. You followed behind quickly, as her handmaiden not sure what your role in this specific scenario was supposed to be.

As soon as they rounded the corner, dragging their mother, she began screaming out for.. you?

"Mama!"

Then again.

"MAMA"

Lifting up your gown over your feet, you trotted the few feet left for you to round the corner. As soon as you saw her, you could see she was just getting ready to call for you another time. When her eyes met yours, her mouth closed and her lips stretched into a smile.

"Hooo!"

Your head tilts to the side, was that supposed to be a hello? You went along with it anyway, not wanting her to scream again.

"Hooo!'

You gave her a small wave, Lady Dimitrescu giggled while leaning her head back and looking at her daughters dragging her by the arms into her bedchambers and with all their power, pushing their mother onto the bed.

They wished you farewell once they saw their mother babbling into the pillow, dissolving into a swarm of flies and flying out under the crack beneath the door.

So there you were, your lady on the bed and seemingly acting like an infant according to the babbling she gave off. Now that you were alone, you were finally allowed to call her by her first name. Slowly, while approaching, you called her name.

"Alcina?"

"Hmmpf?"

Her body turned over, nearly tipping off the edge of the bed in the process as she looked at you. The smile you loved beamed at you. You couldnt help but smile back as you stood beside the bed.

"Alcina whats going on? What's happening to you?"

At first she only babbled, you thought she was making a fool out of you now. After all, you hadnt seen anything like this happen before.

"Alcina!"

"Ceeeeena"

"No. Alcina- god I feel like a mother teaching an infant how to speak" At this point you were more talking to yourself than her, but she didnt care. She just kept looking at you with her big orange eyes, looking like the happiest woman in the world. Well, until she began to pout while trying to say her name.

"CeeCee?"

"Sure. Whatever you want, my lady"

You said, raising your hands to surrender. She, on the other hand, had other plans for your surrendering gesture. With her left hand, she reached and smacked her own into yours. The impact of her power send you to the ground with a small scream. Alcina, who seemed to understand nothing anymore, rolled over.

"Mama?"

Before you could answer her, she had fallen ontop of you once again. This time, full force. You let out a yell as you felt her squish your tiny body, feeling the force of her body slamming into yours breaking at least one rib.

She completely ignored the muffled scream you let out into her chest, instead she was babbling happily while laying on her new chosen mama.

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"No! Don't colour on the carpet, damn it! You'll kill me for that later" You whined, quickly retrieving a rag with some soap to try and clean out the crayon stain.

Now, you were used to removing blood out of literally every material, including her carpets, but oil crayons?

Almost an entire day had passed since Karls prank on Alcina. You didnt dare to take your eye off of her for even one minute under these circumstances, hence as to why you haven't seen the castle nurse for your broken ribs yet. It hurt to breathe most of the time, but if you took slow short(er) breaths, it was bearable..

"Oh calm down, she'll be back to normal in a day!" Karl said on the other side of the phone which was grasped tightly in your hand. The other was holding your hurting ribs which, without doubt, were either fractured or broken.

Taking a deep breath, eyes focused on Alcina as she played with a stuffed animal you got for her from your room, you began to whisper yell down the phone.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch! Alcina is acting like a full grown infant and im taking care of her alone! If you ever pull something like this again, I swear to miranda I will cut every single head of your lycans off. She will die of embarrassment when she's back to normal!"

Karl laughed on the other side of the phone, humming and pretending to think for a moment.

"I'm taking that you don't like breastfeeding?"

And with that, you slammed the phone back down on its holder.

You hissed loudly while getting back up from the ground, tightly grasping the chair she had in her room. Another thing that hurt like a bitch doing, was leaning down.

Alcina turned her head to look at you, turning her head away from her paper on the ground that she was trying to draw a blue dragon on.

"Mama?"

When your eyes met hers, you saw how her lip wobbled and eyes filled with tears.

"Oh no," You deadpanned, slowly sitting in her chair while shaking your head "No no no, I'm okay"

Watching as she crawled over, you began to hold out your arms to her. Alcina laid her head into your lap as she sniffled. You gently ran your fingers through her hair, looking down at her while at the same time trying to not lean over or back and hurt your ribs even more.

Alcina was still holding the stuffed animal of yours as her head laid in your lap, a few minutes passing like this before she cleared her throat. You payed no mind at first, she had cleared her throat a couple times today already. You made a mental note to give her another drink soon.

However, all that washed away when you heard your ladys voice.

"Y/n."

Slowly, you turned your head and looked down at your ladys head in your lap. Now it was your turn to clear your throat.

"My Lady.."

"We will never speak a word of this, understood?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you want."

"... I'm keeping this stuffed animal, if that's alright. I've grown quite attached to it."

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[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabbles: Salvatore Moreau- Clingy

Moreau has been gone all day long and the longer he’s gone the more worry boils up in Y/n. They worry about his safety back from the chapel where Mother Miranda demanded that it be held. 

Once a week these meetings happened, Y/n was never sure what was talked about but they were always something that mother Miranda wanted. She wanted more projects going on. She wanted things that the four lords could never supply her with. 

It was never talked about between the two of them. Salvatore was sure to make sure that Y/n was kept far, far away from anything that was talked about in the church meetings. 

Y/n favorite part of the day was when Salvatore would return. Tired but excited to see his lover. “Puppy, you awake my love?” He yelled out every time, and every single time y/n would come running out of the next room or where they were hiding out in. 

They hug tightly as Salvatore rubs down their spine in a soothing motion. Their hug is so tight that sometimes Y/n can’t breathe or the other way around. Salvatore has a hard time breathing due to just how much Y/n truly missed him. 

When they split Y/n can’t help but kiss his face up and down. Little pecks here on his cheeks, one on his nose, a few on his forehead for good luck. Like it’s the best thing that he’s arrived home, and done it safely. 

The best kiss is the one that makes Y/n’s knees weak and Moreau’s heart beat just a little bit faster. They kiss deeply like they don’t need breath, they’re connected on a deeper and needer level than anyone else is. 

“Oh puppy, did you have a good day?” Moreau will ask after they split from the kiss. Lips swollen and pink. y/n can’t help but look up at their boyfriend and think that if he only knew just how much they miss him on a daily basis. 

“Oh Moreau you were gone for so long, and I didn’t have a good day you weren’t here. I only ever have a good day when you’re here with me baby.” Y/n murmurs out in one quick breath. Salvatore watches as his lover sits there eyes wide. “How about we go up to the lab and we can spend the rest of the day together? what do you think about that puppy?” Salvatore asks, he waits for the response, and it’s just what he thought. Y/n is gathering their things. Notebooks, pencils, pens, blankets everything they may need. “I’m ready to go, baby,” they say softly before Salvatore grabs their hand and they walk in tow with each other towards the labs. 

Today is just like any other day. Together is what they are, but to anyone else, it would be called clingy. 

Completed on: 03/05/23

Posted on: 03/15/23

Donna & Moreau-

[dimitrescusistersplssteponme]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bela Dimitrescu/Reader, Bela Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s), Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s), Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau, Karl Heisenberg, Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Game: Resident Evil 8 | VILLAGE, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Mind Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Eventual Smut, Human Experimentation, Science Experiments, Morally Ambiguous Character, Slow Burn, God Complex, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Manipulative Relationship, Puppets, Bio Organic Weapons | B.O.W.s (Resident Evil) Summary:

They sat on a chair with their legs crossed with one of their elbow resting on the armchair "Always watch your opponent's move or else... Checkmate" They move their final piece and trapping the king leaving them no choice but to surrender.

Bela try to think of a move to win this game of chess with them yet they were truly trapped "You won" She said in defeat, no one ever defeated her in chess not even their mother

"That's the first time Bela lost to anyone" Daniela said in awed, she never saw Bela defeat in chess and someone outsmarting her is something new.

Cassandra snickered and laugh at Bela for a bit "Thought always being the smartest in the room, heh?" She was mocking her sister's defeat over them. "How are you so good at chess?"

You simply smirk and leans against the chair "Simple... I just know the game pretty well"

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 18 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Things at the meeting get out of hand and Alcina loses control.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Canon violence, blood

Tags: angst, hurt, some comfort, the tiniest dash of fluff

Notes: Part 18! Shit gets real!

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A soft click echoes through the dilapidated chapel when the door closes behind you. Alcina strides forward into the center of the room and you follow behind her right hand side.

"Donna, how have you been?" Alcina asks Donna who is sitting in a chair to the left of the small stage in the back of the room.

"Very well, and yourself, Lady Dimitrescu?"

"Excellent. I've been well. You remember my new handmaiden, yes?"

"Of course. Good morning." Angie's mouth moves but Donna's voice is what comes through.

"Good morning Lady Beneviento." You say with a bow.

"Hey! What about me?!" Angie says in her own voice.

Alcina rolls her eyes at the doll and waves her off.

"Yes, good morning to you too Angie." Alcina mumbles.

"That's what I like to hear! Your new bloodbag is cute, wonder how long she'll last!" Angie says before cackling loudly.

The doll hops off of Donna's lap and walks right up to you and looks up as she circles you.

"Hm, I guess she's okay. Probably won't last too long." She says before shooting you a wink and climbing back into Donna's lap.

"Good morning Miss Angie." You say with a bow.

"And she has manners! Who would've thought?!"

Alcina rolls her eyes again and turns towards the other side of the church. As you look around you notice that the chapel is in worse shape than the hallway that led the two of you here. The back of the room is being help up by what looks like makeshift scaffolding and there's a gaping hole in the ceiling.

"Ah, Salvatore, good morning." Alcina says.

As you look up you see a hunched over man with a rather large hump on his back. He's wearing a black leather jacket that looks more like a cloak draped over him with a crown of, are those bones? Fastened to the hood. Strands of black scraggily hair dangle just below the multiple tumor-like lumps on his neck and face.

Moreau looks up at Alcina and waves with a purple-grey webbed hand.

"Good morning Lady." He gurgles.

"Salvatore, I would like you to meet my new handmaiden." Alcina says, gesturing to you.

"Good morning Lord Moreau." You say with a bow.

The man lets out a noise that almost sounds like a sob. When you look up you see a mouth full of rotted and crooked teeth, most of which are nearly pointing outwards towards you. It's then you realize that he's laughing. A feeling of uneasiness washes over you and you look up at Alcina to find her narrowing her eyes at the man.

"Oh this must be the one mother was speaking of!" He says as he excitedly claps his hands together. "Mother said she has many fun things planned for you!"

"Has she now?" Alcina says as her stare intensifies.

Moreau looks up at Alcina and the glee in his eyes quickly fades. He begins to stutter and she cuts him off.

"Well I certainly hope mothers plans on playing nice. We all know that I take pride in keeping what is mine in pristine condition and that I don't like when my property is damaged." She says through her teeth.

You watch as the ice laced in her voice causes Salvatore to shrink back into himself. He begins to tremble under her stare and just when you think the man before you is going to fall down to his knees and beg for her forgiveness, the back doors swing open with a loud "BANG."

Everyone turns and looks towards the direction the noise came from to find Heisenberg strutting through the doors with his hammer slung over his shoulder.

"Heisenberg. Do you have any manners?" Alcina hisses as she walks towards him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's not like this dump could get any worse."

"You're late."

"So is the bird bitch but I bet I won't see you saying shit to her about it." Alcina glares at him and his gaze shifts to you. "Hey kid, gotcha something."

He tosses something at you and you're able to catch it even though you were caught off guard. Alcina eyes what's in your hand as you unravel it and you realize it's a dagger in a leg holster. You slide the dagger out of its holster to take a look at it. Right away you notice the Dimitrescu coat of arms engraved into both sides of the hilt. The dagger is lightweight but razor-sharp, it's beautiful.

"Thank you very much, Lord Heisenberg. It's wonderful, your craftsmanship is excellent." You say with a bow.

"Don't thank me yet. You can thank me when you know it works." He shoots you a wink and Alcina's glare towards him intensifies. "Go ahead, slap that baby on!"

You look up at Alcina to see that her eyes are still aimed at Karl. Her gazes drops down to you and she sighs and gives you a nod. Stepping aside, you turn away from everyone and strap the dagger to your thigh so you can easily grab it with your dominant hand. After making sure it's secure and easily accessible, you smooth out your dress over it and turn back to the two of them and give them a nod.

Karl gives you a nod and Alcina places her hand on your back and begins to guide you towards her large chair. Karl sits in the pew opposite of her and you stand to her right just a touch behind her.

"Sal, Donna, china doll." Karl says, nodding to each person.

"HEY! I'm not china doll!" Angie screeches.

"Might as well be, Frankenstein." He drawls.

"Listen you! Keep it up and you're gonna regret it!"

"What are you gonna do? Give me a splinter?"

Donna has to restrain Angie in her lap so she doesn't jump out and run over to Karl.

"I'll show you what I can do!"

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her temper from getting away from her.

Just as Karl is about to retort and Alcina's patience nearly runs out there's a burst of black feathers in the center of the stage. Mother Miranda steps out from the black cloud in her usual garb. Alcina releases the breath she was holding and Angie and Karl's bickering immediately stops.

"My children, good morning."

"Good morning Mother Miranda." You all say in unison.

"I hope this morning finds you all well." She says, looking at each person in the chapel. Her eyes wander from Karl, to Sal, to Donna and Angie, to Alcina and finally land on you. You watched as each person, Angie included, met her gaze and bowed their head so you do the same when she catches your eyes. "Ah, y/n. So wonderful to have you with us today."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mother Miranda." You say.

"You will be taking today's notes, is that correct?"

"Yes Mother Miranda."

"Excellent." She walks over to you and places a book and a pen into your hands. "I look forward to reading your recordings. Please, pull up a chair." She says, gesturing to a knocked over chair behind you.

Looking at Alcina, she gives you a nod and you move to pick up the chair, placing it in the exact spot you were standing; on Alcina's right side just a little behind her. Mother Miranda watches your every move until you're seated and have the book open in your lap. After looking you over once more she makes her way back to the center of the stage.

"It has come to my attention that there have been hunters in the vicinity of the castle, is that correct Heisenberg?"

"Yes, my lycans have encountered nearly 20 of them in the span of just a few days. They seem organized and heavily armored. Two were also spotted a few miles south of Potter's Field as well as two more south of the reservoir. My lycans went out to find more and to follow them back to their base but they haven't seen any more since the last encounter."

"And did you meet with Alcina like I had asked of you?"

"Yes, we met the other day to discuss a plan. I am increasing the amount of lycans I have patrolling the castle grounds. I am also sending out extra lycans to both Potter's Field and the reservoir to patrol."

"And I plan on patrolling the castle grounds myself this week to see what I can find." Alcina adds.

"Excellent. Were there any prisoners taken?" Miranda asks.

"My lycans were able to get one after the last fight, but the prisoner put a bullet in his own head before they were able to get anything useful out of him."

"Well, that's certainly interesting, isn't it?"

"Can't say it's happened before."

"And when the base is located, what is the plan?"

"We plan on taking some time to quietly scout it out. Get a rough layout, a headcount of the amount of hunters that are there, what kind of weapons they have and if we can get wind of their plans. Once the information is gathered we will act accordingly."

Mother Miranda, Karl and Alcina discuss the hunters more as you continue to take as detailed notes as possible. Donna and Salvatore chime in every so often with questions and suggestions. Donna said that if the hunters do end up entering the field she will use her cadou powers to get rid of them. Moreau seemed more worried and mentioned that he doesn't have as much control over his mutations as his siblings, leaving him more vulnerable. Karl and Alcina reassured him that they will take extra precautions to ensure his safety.

"Does anyone have any more questions or concerns?" Mother Miranda asks. When no one says anything, her eyes shift over to you. "Well then, it seems as though this portion of the meeting is finished. Y/n, if you could be so kind, could you please bring me your notes?"

You feel your body tense and your eyes shift towards Alcina. Alcina's eyes are narrowed towards Mother Miranda. Miranda returns Alcina's look and Alcina turns her head towards you and gives you a nod. There's a worry in her eyes you can tell she's trying to hide. Maybe no one else can see it, but you can. Perhaps because you're trying to hide the same look from your eyes.

"Well, well, Alcina. Do you have this one well trained." Miranda says as she watches you move towards her.

The short walk towards Miranda felt like it was a mile long. As hard as you tried to keep your nerves at bay you could feel your heartbeat increase with each step towards her. You truly felt like you were walking into the lions den. Miranda extends her hand and you give her the book. She flips through it, skimming through the notes you've taken. After a minute she closes the book and holds it down. Angie jumps out of Donna's lap and grabs the book from Miranda and returns to Donna. Miranda takes a step towards you and you feel your breath freeze in your lungs. You do your best to keep your face neutral but your heartbeat is so loud it's drowning out the sound of everything else around you.

"Excellent job. Your penmanship is quite exquisite."

"Thank you, Mother Miranda." You say as you bow your head.

Just before you're about to pick your head back up you feel cold metal against your skin. Opening your eyes you realize Miranda has placed one of her talon-clad knuckles under your chin and lifts your gaze up to meet hers.

"So, you are Alcina's new handmaiden?"

"Yes Mother Miranda."

"What else?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand?"

"What else do you do for her?" She hisses.

"I do anything my Mistress asks of me, Mother Miranda." You say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

"Anything, you say?"

"Yes Mother Miranda." You say before you swallow hard.

"What about you is so special? Why would she chose you, purchase you, a poor orphan? A useless wretch?"

You can hear Alcina shift uncomfortably in her chair and Miranda's eyes snap towards her. They slide back to you and an evil grin creeps across her lips.

Before you know it, the finger that was under your chin snaps down and she grabs you by the neck and lifts you up.

Instinctively, your hands grab at her wrist and your feet dangle just above the ground. Mother Miranda slowly presses the base of her palm against the front of your throat and she begins choking you. You start to sputter and your feet start to flail.

"Mother Miranda that is enough!" Alcina roars as she stands to her full height.

Miranda holds out a finger towards Alcina, signaling for her to wait.

"What is it about her that makes you want to protect her so, my daughter?" She asks while she examines you. "What about her is so special? So special in fact that you are unwilling to allow me to use her in my experiments?"

"Mother Miranda let her go!"

Miranda's grasp around your neck only tightens as she cuts off the rest of your airflow. Her sharp talons dig into your skin and you feel blood begin to trickle down your neck.

"Just how much are you willing to sacrifice, Alcina? I had to teach Karl a similar lesson all those years ago. I never thought you would be in need of one as well but perhaps I was wrong about you all along."

"Mother Miranda, please! She is not a distraction, I am still working diligently towards your goal, please just let her go!"

As you're struggling in her grasp you see Donna and Angie in your peripheral vision as your eyes dart around the room. Donna is as stiff as a mannequin but Angie has a look of horror on her face. You hear movement to your right and you look over to see Moreau staring at Miranda with a look of excitement on his face and Karl next to him with his hammer in his hand. You feel something move on your leg and you realize it's Karl wiggling the dagger, reminding you it's there. Your vision begins to blur as you gasp and the world around you begins to spin.

"Are you sure I don't need to teach you a lesson Alcina?"

"Yes Mother, please!"

An evil chuckle emerges from her lips. With her free hand, Mother Miranda digs her talon into your clavicle and pulls down as blood begins to pour down your chest. Her talon in your skin feels like a hot knife and you can't do anything but scream out in pain before she throws you to the ground.

You feel the impact of the hard stone but it doesn't register right away. The first thing you do is gasp for air as your hands go to your neck and chest.

Alcina begins to step towards you and you hear Miranda tsk at her.

"My, my, Alcina. I've never seen you care for such a disposable maiden before. Maybe you do need to learn a lesson after all."

"Mother no!" You hear Alcina shout before the ground next to you splits in two and a black vine shoots up towards the sky. Pieces of stone are sent flying across the room and the vine dives down towards you.

Mother Miranda cackles as the vine wraps around your neck again and lifts you into the air. You hear Alcina scream and when you look over towards her, her legs and arms are being bound by more vines.

The vines begin to choke you as they dangle you in front of Alcina, just outside of her reach. There is fear in her eyes, you can see the terror as she watches the vine around your neck tighten its grip. Alcina roars and rips her arm out of one of the vines when you reach out towards her. The vine holding you pulls you further away. A new vine tries to grab Alcina's free hand but her claws come out and she shreds it when it tries to grapple her.

Remembering the dagger strapped to your leg, you reach down and grab it. Even something as simple as grabbing the dagger that's strapped to you is harder than it should be. Your vision starts to get spotty and you put all of your focus into reaching for the blade. Your bloodied fingers are able to find the grooved hilt, they graze over the coat of arms engraving and you're able to grab it. With one quick swipe you manage to cut through the vine. When you're released from it's grasp you plummet to the floor and hit the ground. The noise of metal against stone rings in your ears as the dagger bounces away. Air once again floods your lungs and after a moment you're able to breathe.

Before you can catch your breath, another vine lunges towards you and you dodge it. The dagger isn't far from your grasp so you crawl across the dirt coated stone floor and grab it. Another vine comes at you and you roll away. When you're finally able to get back to your feet another, thicker vine shoots towards you and you parry it, slicing it with the sharp blade. More vines come at you and you're able to evade most of the attacks. Each time one wraps around one of your limbs you're able to cut it off and escape. Looking over at Alcina, thicker, stronger vines try to hold her back but her focus stays on you. She has both fear and rage in her eyes. You notice them widen when you make eye contact with her and she yells out "draga!"

By the time you see the vine coming towards you it's too late. It wraps itself around the hand your dagger is in and crawls up your forearm. In one hark flick the vine throws you across the room, the dagger flying out of your grasp.

You're thrown into debris and broken pews and Alcina screams. When you open your eyes everything is blurry and spinning. As your vision stabilizes and clears you see her shred through the vines holding her in place. She claws at every vine that comes her way as she runs towards you before she falls to her knees and scoops you into her arms.

Everything around you spins again and all you see are more vines coming towards you. Instinctively, you close your eyes and wait for the vines to wrap around you once more. Alcina's body violently twitches and she lets out a pained cry. A horrific tearing sound and the cracking of bones fill your ears as she cries out and holds you tighter. With one last twitch Alcina's shoulders slump forward, all of the noise fades and you notice that the light has dimmed through your closed eyelids. When you open them up again, you're met with Alcina's golden eyes. Looking around you see massive white, veiny wings surrounding you both. Alcina brushes the hair out of your face and you meet her gaze once more.

"I have you, draga mea. I have you." She whispers with a trembling voice.

You bring your hand to her face and stroke her cheek with your thumb. Alcina closes her eyes and leans into your touch. A slow clap pulls the two of you away from your moment and Alcina pulls her wings back allowing the light in. She turns with you in her arms and Mother Miranda is standing at the edge of the stage slowly clapping her hands.

"Well, well. That was quite a show. Your little handmaid is more dexterous than I would have thought. And you, Alcina, care more deeply for her than I ever would have imagined. You defy me, for her?" She says, her voice growing cold.

You can feel the rapid rise and fall of Alcina's chest against your body, you can practically feel the anger radiating off of her.

"I have told you before, Mother, she is mine. She is my property. You said you understood and that you would leave her be."

"You care for her?"

"Yes."

"You need her?"

"Yes."

"Then prove it."

Alcina's grip around you tightens and you look up at her and back to Mother Miranda. Miranda has a sinister smirk on her face and it's worse than unsettling. It's downright terrifying.

"Prove it, Alcina. Prove to me that you care for her, that you need her. Feed from her."

Terror flashes before Alcina's eyes and by the time you blink it's gone. She's nearly trembling as she stares at Miranda. It's mostly out of anger but there's something about her that makes you feel her fear. Whether or not Miranda can feel it too is something you're unsure of. For whatever reason, Alcina is worried about feeding from you and you don't know why. She's done it plenty of times before and there's never been any issues. There's something about this that's different, but you don't know what.

"If you do, I give you my word, I will leave her alone. For good." She says, her sinister smile curling upwards even more.

Alcina's wings flare at Miranda's statement and she looks down at you. Looking up to meet her gaze, you see how scared she is, but you also see something else, something you've never seen before. It's almost animalistic, feral even. The both of you know this is your only chance, but deep down you know that if Mother Miranda knew this would be easy she never would have suggested it. It worries you but you're much more afraid of Miranda than you are of Alcina, even if the look in her eyes is completely feral. This was your one shot, you had to take it.

You raise your hand to Alcina's cheek and stroke it with your thumb.

"It's okay, I trust you." You whisper.

Miranda chuckles and Alcina looks up and glares at her. She looks back down at you and you smile at her, nodding your head. Her grip on you relaxes and when it does you notice her golden eyes begin to cloud with white. Alcina lifts you towards her mouth and she leans down.

She inhales deeply through her nose into your neck and you can feel and hear a deep growl come from inside her chest. You've heard her growl before but this was stronger, more primal than you've ever heard before. Alcina begins to suck and lick the perfect spot on your neck. Each movement becoming more frenzied than the last. Whenever Alcina fed from you previously she was always gentle, she made sure it was as painless as possible every time. This time you can feel her control slipping and a bolt of fear shoots through you.

The moment you felt that fear it was like Alcina was able to smell it. Because the moment after it hit you she bit down into your neck harder than she ever has before. You clench your jaw to keep the yelp in but you still grunt in pain. After biting through your flesh Alcina takes deep gulps from your neck, her grip on you tightening once more.

This is the worst pain you've ever felt in your life and she isn't making it any better. Previously, Alcina would barely move as she fed from you, but today her head and neck are bobbing with each gulp. Every time she sucks down more blood you can feel her teeth sinking further and further into your body. You can hear them tearing through muscles and tendons, the noises make your stomach churn. Every time she bites through something else inside of you you can feel every inch of her teeth against parts of you body that should never be exposed.

Alcina has never taken this much blood from you and you realize that she's completely out of control. She doesn't realize how much she's hurting you, and right now, she doesn't care. This is why Miranda wanted her to do this. She knew she wouldn't be in control of herself. Miranda wanted Alcina to be the one that kills you.

Another bolt of fear shoots through you and Alcina becomes more ravenous.

"Alcina!" You say, trying to push her off of you. "Alcina! Stop!"

She grabs your wrist and pulls it away from her face, as if you're getting in her way. You start to thrash in her grasp as panic sets in. She's going to kill you. The harder you fight the tighter her grip on you becomes and the more she drinks.

"Alcina please! Stop! You're hurting me!" You cry.

You were trying to keep your tears from falling but now you've lost all control of them. As you continue to try, and fail, to fight her off you start to feel weak. Soon you physically can't fight back anymore. Tears stream down your face and you cry out to her.

"Alcina, please! Please stop! That's enough, please!"

Your begs fall on deaf ears. This isn't Alcina, you don't know who - or what - has possessed her but this isn't the woman you love right now. That woman is far gone and has been replaced with a bloodthirsty creature you've never seen before. The more she drinks, the more lightheaded you feel. You can feel her teeth scraping against the artery in your neck and the fear gets stronger. If she punctures it, that's it. You'll be dead in minutes. There has to be something you can do to save yourself, isn't there? You don't want to die, not like this.

Alcina, the woman you love, is going to be the death of you. She's going to be the one who kills you. It breaks your heart knowing how devastated she's going to be when she realizes what she's done. If you were going to die, you're glad it would be by her hand at least. You would chose being killed by Alcina as opposed to Mother Miranda any day of the week, but still, you don't want to die.

The world around you begins to blur and you think back to your training with Cassandra, desperately trying to remember if you learned anything that could help you right now. The entire time you were training was to help you defend yourself against Miranda, you never thought you would have to defend yourself against Alcina.

As the thoughts flood your mind you remember something Cassandra had said at dinner after your first day of training. You were too exhausted to really participate in the conversation but you remember she said something about how prey tastes better when it's afraid. The fear sweetens the blood.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. The room begins to spin faster and your vision gets blurrier but you do your best to completely relax in her arms. You stop fighting against the hand she has around your wrist and after a few moments she loosens her grip enough for you to slide out of it. Bringing it to her face, you begin to caress her cheek and whisper to her.

"Alcina, my love, please. That's enough. That's enough."

You know you can't handle much more, if she doesn't stop, that's it. As you continue to caress her cheek with the little strength you have left you realize there's a very good chance you won't be able to stop her. One nick to that artery and you're done. More tears fall down your cheeks as you make peace with the fact that this is how you're going to die.

"I love you, Alcina. I love you. Let me go, that's enough."

Just as you feel like you're about to lose consciousness, just as you feel her starting to bite down harder into that artery, she eases up. Mustering up the tiny amount of energy and lifeforce you have left, you continue to caress her cheek and whisper to her.

"That's enough my love, that's enough."

Alcina pulls away from your neck and you feel the blood pour down your shoulder and back. It takes a lot of energy but you manage to open your eyes. When you look up you expect to be met with Alcina's golden irises but instead you're met with completely white eyes. As if the gold was never there to begin with. Her impassive eyes stare down at you as you bleed in her arms from your neck and chest wounds. Alcina's face is covered in your blood, coating her chin down to her neck and chest. She looks like a predator that just had its way with its prey.

Her grip around you tightens and her breathing starts to increase and her eyes widen as if she's afraid.

"Shh, I'm okay." You whisper as you stroke her face again. "I'm okay."

She leans down and you close your eyes. You feel her nose against your cheek as she gently nudges you, like a mother animal nuzzling her baby. A whimper escapes from her and you open your eyes once more.

"I'm okay," you say as you struggle to stay conscious. "I'm okay."

Alcina's eyes dart up as Mother Miranda takes a step forward. A deep warning growl rumbles in her chest towards Miranda. Miranda takes another step forward and Alcina takes one large step backwards, baring her teeth and snarling at her, holding you in a protective position in her arms. Mother Miranda doesn't take another step forward and Alcina takes one more step backwards before kneeling to the ground and covering the both of you with her wings again. Your eyes open when you feel her nudge you again with her nose and after you make eye contact with her she nuzzles you.

Alcina leans in towards the wound and you try to lift your hand but you're too weak.

"No more Alcina, please."

She pulls back and nudges you again. A loud purr erupts from her chest and you can feel the vibration throughout your body. She leans in towards the wound again. You realize that she isn't going to feed anymore so you don't stop her. Alcina licks over the open wound, cleaning away the blood. It's still bleeding profusely but the more Alcina tends to it, the less it bleeds. The purring in her chest echoes throughout the chapel as she continues to clean you. When she's finished she places a soft kiss to the wound and pulls away, you open your eyes to see the white in her eyes slowly fading back into gold.

Alcina blinks a few times and a few tears roll down her cheeks. She puts her forehead to yours and holds you tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry draga." She whispers.

Her arms begin to tremble and she pulls away, wiping the tears from her eyes. Standing back up, her wings fold against her back, opening you up to the rest of the chapel once more.

Glaring at Mother Miranda, Alcina doesn't wait for her to speak.

"Are we finished here?" She says through bloody, gritted teeth.

Mother Miranda tilts her head as she observes the two of you for a moment.

"Very well. I suppose so. Meeting adjourned."

In a burst of black feathers, Miranda is gone. Alcina wastes no time opening up her wings and begins to beat them. After a few seconds her feet are off the ground and she's flying through the air and out of the hole in the chapels ceiling with you in her arms.

If you were more conscious you would be either terrified or amazed as she flies you over the castle grounds. Since you can barely keep your eyes open you focus on the feeling of the wind in your face and try to stay awake.

Alcina lands on the balcony of her chambers. The blood she took from you is starting to take its effect and she can finally let her wings disintegrate. It's uncomfortable but not nearly as painful as it is when they rip themselves out of her back when they form. She dusts off her dress and ducks into the room.

She lays you on the bed and cuts your uniform off of you and removes the now empty leg holster. After taking off her gloves - her hat had fallen off and was forgotten about during the fight - she grabs medical supplies from the bathroom and returns to your bedside.

Truthfully, you feel half dead, you probably looked it too. The blood loss you've suffered is making you a little delusional. You think you're in Alcina's room but you're not quite sure since the room is spinning and your vision is blurry and black spots are fading in and out of it.

The wound on your neck opened up again and continues to bleed. Luckily she never hit your artery but you're still bleeding too much. Alcina takes out gauze and places it over the bite mark, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. The feeling of pressure on your wound sends a lightening rod of pain through your body and you cry out as you try and move out of her grasp.

"Shh, I know it hurts draga, I know. I have to apply pressure to it, we have to get the bleeding under control." She pleads with you as you start to thrash under her grip. "Draga please!"

The more she tries to restrain you the more you scream and cry. You don't understand that she's trying to help, all you know is that you're in pain and you need it to stop.

The door to Alcina's room swings open and the three girls swarm inside.

"What's going on?!" Bela asks.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Daniela screams when she sees you, a bloodied mess, on her mothers bed.

"Hold her down!" Alcina yells at the girls. The three of them remain frozen in place. "Now, damnit!"

Bela flies to the other side of the bed and holds your arms down, Daniela and Cassandra each hold down one of your legs. Alcina continues to apply pressure to the wound and you shake your head back and fourth trying to get her off. A large hand cups your face and holds you still. Opening your eyes you see Alcina's golden eyes filled with tears.

"I know it hurts draga, I know. I have to stop the bleeding. Please, please relax."

Your body is still in fight or flight mode but your brain begins to register that she's trying to help. Staring into her eyes, you stop flailing and start to cry.

"It hurts." You say through tears.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, just hold still, it'll all be over soon. I promise."

"Mama, was this you?" Daniela asks as her wide eyes stare at the blood soaked gauze at your neck.

Alcina can't bear to look her daughter in the eye. She turns her head as the tears she's desperately holding back threaten to fall.

"What happened?" Cassandra says through her teeth. Alcina keeps her head turned and Cassandras tone becomes ice cold. "Mother, what did you do?"

Looking down at Cassandra, you feel her grip on your calf tighten and you see the anger in her eyes directed towards her mother. As the panic in you fades, you realize just how angry she is at Alcina. For all she knows Alcina lost control and almost killed you on her own.

"Cassandra, please." Alcina whispers.

"You almost killed her!" She yells.

"It's not her fault." You say with a rasped whisper.

From Mother Miranda's hand and vines around your neck, your throat is in pain and you can barely speak. Cassandra's gaze shifts from her mother to you. Her eyes are just as intense but have less rage directed your way.

"It was Miranda's fault. She made her."

Speaking just that much was enough to properly exhaust you. You close your eyes and Cassandra looks back at her mother.

"Cassandra I didn't have a choice-"

"I told you she was evil!" Cassandra yells. "We've been telling you for years that Mother Miranda is horrible and you wouldn't listen to us! Now look what happened! You almost killed her! This never would have happened if you told that bitch to fuck off!"

"Cassandra Dimitrescu-"

"No! I don't care! I don't care if Miranda made you, this is your fault! Look at what you've done to her!" She yells, gesturing to your bloodied and bruised body. "Look at what you did!"

Alcina stares at Cassandra with her mouth open in shock. Out of the three girls Cassandra was always the one that talked back the most but she's never screamed at Alcina like this before. The room is so silent you can hear a pin drop. Looking at her daughter, Alcina reaches out to put her hand on her arm.

"Cassandra,"

Cassandra's arm turns to flies and Alcina's hand goes straight through it.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I don't care. I'm so sick of this bullshit!" She shouts before swarming out of the room.

Alcina's hand covers her mouth as she sits there in shock. She begins to tremble as she tries with all of her strength to keep herself from breaking down in front of you and her daughters. No matter how hard she squeezes her eyes shut the tears begin to pour down her cheeks.

Bela and Daniela sit on the bed frozen. Cassandra was always the most like Alcina, their tempers practically mirroring one another, but this was the only time they've ever seen her scream at someone like that that wasn't a maid. They never thought they would ever see her flip out on either one of them like that, no less their mother.

Shaking her head trying to rid herself of the tears, Alcina grabs more gauze from the medical kit and replaces it with the blood-soaked gauze on your neck. She's trying to busy herself so she doesn't break down but her hands are trembling with every movement and her eyebrows are knit so closely they've practically become one.

"Bela," Alcina says with a shaking voice. "Do you think her chest wound will require stitches?"

Bela looks at her mother with confusion and worry for a moment before examining the cut Miranda gave you.

"No, I don't think so. It doesn't look deep. If it's taken care of properly it shouldn't scar too badly."

"Good. Bandage it up please."

"Mother,"

"Bela, please. Do it now." Alcina says as she barely holds on to her composure.

Bela makes quick work of the cut, applying an ointment to prevent infection - that stung like a bitch - and bandaging it up. As she tends to your wound Alcina is focused on your neck. She continues to check to see if the bleeding has stopped and it hasn't, although it has slowed. The longer Alcina looks at the wound she gave you, the harder it is for her to hold back.

"Okay, it's done."

"Thank you. That is all girls," she says as her voice shakes. "you may go."

Tears begin to roll down her cheeks and her breath trembles as she inhales.

"But mom-" Daniela says.

"No, go." The girls say nothing but don't move. The thin rope Alcina was clinging to snaps and a sob breaks out. "Just go!" She shouts as she waves them off.

With one hand still applying pressure to your neck, her other hand rests on your chest. Alcina folds forward, her head laying on top of her hand and the dam breaks. Her shoulders shake as she cries into you, Bela and Daniela exchange looks and they both move off of the bed. Both of them give their mothers arm a loving squeeze before they leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

Your hand finds the back of Alcina's head and you run your fingers through her hair as you try and comfort her.

"It's not your fault Alci, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is. I'm a monster."

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Aka 10 thousand years ago because damn that bitch old

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello!! I just wanted to say I love your fics so much and your writing is so good! I was wondering if you could do a G!P Donna fic where reader teases Donna a lot throughout the day and eventually lets Donna have her release but only with reader’s thighs?

Sorry if this is one you’ve already done or it makes you uncomfy. Love your works!

Yessss!!!! Thank you for your support, and for your request!!! Well, I've done this prompt twice, but I don't care. It gives me the chance to write it in different ways ;) I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Modesty

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, semi public sex

Word count: 6,417

Summary: It's Moreau's birthday and you're going to make it really funny...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Attracted by a pleasant smell, you walked down the dark basement hallway. Once afraid of the dark, now comfortable in it, that was how you were, changeable and versatile to walk anywhere, to change your fears, your anxieties, for a state of happiness and comfort.

In that sinister village there were not many things that could be entertaining. Masses, sermons, work... Boring and monotonous tasks that turned your life into a simple breeze of air traveling through a place and then disappearing completely without anyone noticing.

But you were never satisfied with that boring and emotionless life. You were always a fearful daredevil, immersed in a constant contradiction of fear and desire to break the infinite circle of your daily life. A walk through the forest, a silent approach to the castle grounds... Anything even slightly risky meant seeing a smile on your face.

And yes, luckily or unfortunately, one day your walks stopped being simple walks and became something else, the beginning of a much better life, far from the village, far from the resonant and creaking routine of your neighbors.

The grounds of the Beneviento House could scare the bravest, and you, of course, were not that person. Even so, curiosity was much stronger than fear and not knowing what was behind that bridge, what was behind the black veil of the youngest Lord, prompted you to cross that safe threshold, that place no one had stepped on in years.

An intruder, a danger, a threat, at first you were that things for the lady in black, a nuisance in her quiet and solitary life. If it weren't for your skill with words, you would surely have ended up like the protagonists of the stories told in the village, scared to death.

However, that loneliness of the Lord was like her own veil, it was a black cloth that stood between her and the world, between her insecurities and your curiosity. Little by little, the fabric fell like a curtain opening to start a performance, one you didn't want it to end.

Yes, Donna Beneviento was a woman tormented by her past, mentally ill, terribly self-conscious about the scar on her face, about the changes her surrender to the Black Gods and Mother Miranda produced in her body. Getting to know her wasn't easy, loving her was.

Nothing she feared was a problem for you, nothing she asked for was impossible: she simply wanted you to not leave, to stay with her a little longer, just a little longer.

Of course, the time when you never wanted to leave came, the time to live with her, to become the girlfriend of fear itself, the happiness and torment of the lady in black, her only reason to smile again, and forever.

And there she was, cooking, one of her hobbies. You looked out the door, leaning on one side and letting your eyes enjoy the view in front of you: a calm Donna, humming some song you didn't know, with her gaze fixed on the oven, without fear or shame overshadowing her beauty.

“Donna,” you said, drawing her attention, breaking that tranquility with a sincere smile.

“Tesoro,” she answered, looking at you briefly, raising her lips, as if just seeing you was more than enough to make her happy. What nonsense, you knew it was just like that. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Sleeping? No,” you joked, entering the kitchen and stealing a slow kiss from the brunette, who was soon blushing. “I was letting my eyes rest.”

“Isn’t it the same?” she asked, with that same mischievous smile, stirring the contents of a bowl.

You, amused, shook your head and raised your eyebrows.

“It’s hard to sleep with Angie…” you murmured, gently grabbing her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. Donna stopped, caressing your hands with hers and laughing shyly. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, um… A cake,” she replied, moving away from you elegantly, not without taking the opportunity to caress your lips with hers again.

With a sigh, she bent down, taking that cake out of the oven, the cause of that sweet smell you followed as if you were hypnotized. You looked at it curiously and nodded, breathing deeply.

“Mm, it smells so good,” you said, bringing your hand closer to dip it into the cake, interrupted by a soft slap.

“It's very hot, (Y/N),” Donna warned you, with a mischievous look.

You nodded, sighing, leaning on the counter.

“Well, it'll only be a matter of time…” you threatened, amused, to that appetizing cake. “Why a cake? Is it your birthday?”

“No,” the lady in black answered, with a cold, almost dark tone, relaxing her expression.

You shrugged, calming her irrational nerves with a tender smile.

“Okay…” you sighed, while she continued working on that cake, decorating it in a delicate way, like everything she did. “Well, it looks like a birthday cake.”

“Yes, because it is,” Donna said, not looking at you, touching up her creation, concentrated, almost completely unaware of your presence.

You nodded curiously, watching those skilled hands work.

“Hey,” you said, changing the subject, trying, as always, to keep a conversation, something that became less and less complicated, but was always a challenge.

The lady looked at you and smiled again, letting you speak.

“I thought we could go for a walk in the woods, you know, in a romantic way. I could even prepare my special (Y/N) buns,” you suggested, with an expectant smile.

Donna looked at you briefly and shook her head, with a calm smile.

“You mean those buttered buns?” she asked amused, touching up that mysterious cake.

“Eh, it's not easy to make them,” you protested, feigning terrible offense.

“You buy them ready-made, tesoro,” she said, without losing that calm, that smile that made you fall in love.

“Yes, well, but I put the butter on them,” you defended yourself with a mocking expression, approaching the lady again, who seemed to have finished that cake. “What do you think of the plan? You, me... The forest, the buns... A blanket...””

“I think it's a great idea, (Y/N),” she answered, sighing relaxed and taking off her apron. “But I'm afraid today it's not possible.”

“No? Why?” you wanted to know, a bit surprised by the answer, which was usually positive. “Oh, don't tell me there's another meeting... It would be the third this week.”

Donna shook her head, leaning next to you.

“Not exactly, it's my brother's birthday,” Donna explained, whispering, studying your reaction to that information.

“Oh, the crazy guy from the factory?” you joked, feigning a shiver. “That guy didn't need a cake. I think he'd be happier with a pile of corpses…”

Donna laughed softly, looking at you with a frown.

“No, it's Salvatore's birthday,” she said.

You nodded slowly, relaxing your shoulders, unable to avoid a grimace of disgust at the image of the Lord, that kind of chimera between human and Loch Ness monster.

“Ah,” you sighed. “That's good.”

“He invited us to go to the reservoir, you too, (Y/N),” she said, looking away, as if knowing what your answer was going to be.

“Oh, right… Ugh… have I told you how many things I have to do?” you said, scratching the back of your neck, trying to get out of that commitment, of course.

“Five minutes ago you just proposed to go to the forest, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, frowning and crossing her arms.

“Yes, I just remembered,” you lied, looking away, knowing that Donna could be many things, but she was not stupid at all.

“Come on, tesoro… Come with me, we'll have a good time,” the lady murmured, grabbing your hand to pull your body, knowing that at short distances,  in front of that look, that beauty, you could do nothing.

“I think we have a different idea of ​​what to have a good time means…” you said, shaking your head, sighing listlessly.

“Per favore, dolcezza…” the lady said, with a melodic, soft, pleading tone, one you couldn't resist, and she knew it.

“Ah, no, Donna, don't try to blackmail me with your sweet words,” you said amused, moving away from her grip. She laughed, coming closer again.

“Angie is coming too,” she said with a mischievous smile. You raised your eyebrows and blinked wryly.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of motivation?” you asked amused, giving in to your instincts and gently grabbing her waist.

Donna shrugged, insisting on convincing you with a smile that slowly deformed until it became a mischievous one.

“I promise I'll make it up to you,” she whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run through you, a slight tremble in your legs.

“Okay,” you said, leaving her confused and moving away little by little.

“So? That easy?” the doll maker asked.

You looked at your nails with disinterest and nodded.

“I have several ideas so you can make it up to me,” you whispered in a seductive velvety voice, reaching out your hand and running a finger up and down her dress, making her nervous right away. “In fact, now that you mention it… Yes, to go near the swamp might be good.”

“I don’t know why I think you have something in mind,” she said, confused and distrustful of your sudden change of mind.

“Me? No, impossible,” you said with a sinister look, narrowing your eyes, drawing your mischievous plans in your mind.

Going to that sinister swamp to spend the day with Moreau was not something you were in the least bit interested in. You knew Donna had some sensitivity for the fish man, since, like her, he was an outcast, a deformed being who lived alone. You could understand that attitude, but the mere idea of ​​her being compared to that unpleasant man made you burn with rage.

But none of that mattered. You only had in mind how to make time pass faster, several evil ideas that had been in your head for a long time.

“Oh, thank you, little sister...” Moreau murmured, when Donna gave him a small and disturbing gift, a doll of his most precious idol, his beloved Mother Miranda.

The lady in black, covered by that horrible veil, nodded, silent as every time she met with the rest of the Lords, not letting anyone, except you, delight in her hoarse and soft voice.

“Hey, hey, Sal, Sal!” Angie, your irreverent companion, shrieked, jumping for joy, approaching the creature. “I helped my Donna to make it!”

“Thank you, Angie,” the man said, with a deep voice, laughing in a foolish way. “Please, sit down.”

You both obeyed, sitting at a table. You let yourself fall into the chair next to Donna, sighing and huffing continuously while Angie took care of entertaining the Lord.

“Well, at least we have cake,” you said, taking a piece and moving a little closer to the table.

“It will only be for a little while, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, with an almost imperceptible voice. “I feel so sorry about him, none of my siblings wanted to come.”

“No wonder,” you murmured, looking with disgust at that deformed being, receiving an elbow as a reprimand.

“Don't be cruel,” she asked you, slightly moving her veil aside so she could eat. “I told you I’d make it up to you.”

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,” you said, raising and lowering your eyebrows seductively. Donna looked at you curiously, but continued with the cake, completely oblivious to your thoughts.

“Besides, this isn’t that bad… We’re outdoors and…” Donna tried t to it to not be a horrible torture for you, but Angie and Moreau’s squeals comically interrupted her.

“Birthday, birthday, birthday!” they sang in unison, forcing you to cover your ears and shake your head.

“Gods…” you protested, taking comfort in the delicious taste of that cake.

“Hold on, tesoro,” Donna said, grabbing your hand under the table, which sparked your mischievous instincts again.

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding, feigning disinterest, unable to stop a dark glint from appearing in your eyes as you watched Angie play with the monster. “I think… I could do it, what about you?”

“What…? (Y/N),” Donna said, startled by your hand, which released hers to travel discreetly to her leg, caressing the fabric of her dress. “What are you doing?” she whispered nervously.

You shrugged, pretending, of course, that you didn't know what she meant. Oh, you knew, you knew perfectly well.

“Nothing, just having a good time,” you said in an innocent voice, showing off your spoon. “It’s delicious, Donna.”

“Grazie,” she whispered, with a shy laugh due to the compliment. “(Y/N), stop, stop…”

You shook your head, moving your hand up her leg, grabbing it sensually, getting a little closer to her so your lascivious movements were completely invisible.

“Shh, relax, the table is big, they won't notice,” you whispered, getting closer to her ear. Donna clenched her fists tightly when your caresses intensified, passively rubbing the area between her legs, causing her to startle and hit the wooden table with her knee, drawing the attention of the others.

“Sis, are you okay?” Moreau asked, getting dangerously close. You withdrew your hand with a smug smile, glancing at your girlfriend out of the corner of your eye.

“Donna, is something wrong?” you asked amused, causing a growl from the brunette, who nodded to reassure her brother and get him to return to his place.

“Hey, you, you fool, what are you doing to my Donna? I know it's you,” Angie threatened you, walking over the table and leaning over you.

You raised your hands with a surprised expression. It wasn't that easy to fool Angie, but with hard work and patience, you had already succeeded.

“Nothing, nothing,” you defended yourself laughing, being watched by the puppet, who went back to playing with the fish man, or chatting loudly.

“(Y/N)…”  Donna hissed when the danger moved away and your hand went back under the table. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” you asked without looking at her, with her leg being the victim of your caresses again, getting closer to its target.

“You know perfectly well what,” Donna protested, trying unsuccessfully to move so your fingers wouldn't brush the incipient bulge in her dress, one that you noticed, smiling maliciously.

“But you like it…” you whispered, approaching her ear, caressing her with the palm of your hand, noticing how her arousal was becoming more and more evident.

“Basta, (Y/N),” she scolded you, panting from the touch and the embarrassment of being so sensitive, something you always, always used to your advantage.

“Mm, let me think about it…” you joked, moving your hand away for a moment, looking at the cloudy sky. “No.”

“This is so… Embarrassing…” the lady in black continued to protest, moving nervously in the chair, hiding her expressions under that black veil, with the cutlery shaking in her hand. “They're going to notice.”

“They’re not, I'm very discreet,” you said amused, biting your lip as the caresses returned to her erection hidden in the black fabric of her dress. “Look, it’s hard…”

“Taci, don't say things like that, you know I don't like it,” the lady hissed, looking down to check the undeniable truth of your words. “Come on, let me go…You’re, you're making me very nervous.”

“You're such a bad liar, Donna. You like it, and you know it,” you purred, grabbing her covered shaft in a delicate but intense way, causing her to shrink, looking nervously around her.

“They're going to catch us,” she said again, her breathing agitated by your touch, putting a hand on your wrist to stop your soft movements, the lascivious caresses you made to her trembling body.

“Shhh, if you stop talking they won't find out…” you commented in a whisper, watching the screams of Angie and Moreau, who were totally oblivious to what was happening under that table, luckily for you.

With a quick movement, you freed her imprisoned shaft, caressing it without fabric, repressing your own moan to check the true extent of her arousal, which was provoked by your shamelessness.

“(Y/N)…” Donna moaned, when your hand began to embrace her erection, gently massaging it up and down while you pretended that none of that was happening, eating some more cake. “You are… You are…”

“Wonderful?” you joked, squeezing her harder, making her squirm discreetly, giving in, claiming the continuity of your movements with a gentle shake of her hips.

“Andrai all’inferno…” the lady in black whispered, her hands shaking, with your caresses stimulating her in a discreet and perfectly calculated way.

“Fine, I never liked the cold,” you said, moaning from the exquisite taste of the cake, from the throbbing arousal of the brunette. What a combination. “Would you like some more cake, honey?”

“Vaffanculo,” she snapped, looking away, trying to contain the discreet pleasure you were giving her, but making no effort to pull away, letting shy moans overshadow her protest.

“How rude…” you teased with a seductive laugh, shaking your head as your hand squeezed it a bit harder, stopping at the tip to make poor Donna suffer a bit more.

A discreet moan of protest was her only response, as she struggled to maintain her composure, to pretend that your touch wasn't taking her to the limit more and more.

“You're making me be… Rude…” she murmured, making you laugh softly, always watching the end of the table, watching that those eyes didn't rest on your actions. “Stop, stop… Sto…, sto per…”

You laughed amused when her hand grabbed your wrist, when the forbidden pleasure of that situation started to be too much for her.

“Okay, I'll stop,” you teased unpleasantly, pulling your hand away just as she was about to release. No, the fun had only just begun.

“Cazzo…” she protested, stuffing her shame back into her dress, kicking the floor in frustration at having missed the chance to release, thanks to you, of course.

“Is everything okay?” you asked again, in a petulant tone, earning a furious stomp with a heel that dug into the fabric of your boot. “Ouch! Hey, that hurts!”

“Do you want me to tell you what is hurting me?” she said, in a louder tone, which unintentionally caught the attention of the Angie doll, who turned towards you.

“I don't know… Is there a prize if I know?” you continued joking, pretending when the puppet walked slowly across the table.

“Ugh,” the lady sighed, crossing her arms, moving to ease the awkwardness of her situation. “You are unbearable.”

“You adore me,” you mocked, looking with interest at the doll, who seemed to study your each one of your gestures.

“What are you doing, fools? Didn't you hear us?” the doll asked, making you a bit nervous. You just hoped they hadn't noticed.

“Oh, did you say something, Angie?” you asked, amused by the brunette's shaky movements.

“Yes, we are going to play, play, play!” she said excitedly, apparently unable to figure out her owner's big problem.

“Sis, sis…” Moreau said, getting up from his seat and approaching Donna, who moved away, embarrassed while the fish man tugged at her dress as if he were a child. “Let's play…”

“Yes, Donna, let's play,” you said, with a childish expression, earning you (surely) a furious look from the lady, one you couldn't see.

“See, see? Your girlfriend wants to play,” the deformed man said, to who you smiled, gracefully displaying your glass of wine, causing another of his silly laughs.

Donna murmured something you didn't understand and then sighed, relaxing her posture a bit and nodding slowly.

“Good!” the monster rejoiced, walking happily towards his companion Angie, who looked at you with a certain air of suspicion.

“You want to play, silly? You're up to something...” the doll accused, pointing at you unpleasantly. You pushed away her wooden hand with an amused expression.

“What do you want to play, Donna?” a happy Moreau asked to the dark lady, who simply shrugged.

“What's your favorite game?” you asked, calmer, stopping torturing Donna, at least for the moment.

“I like hide and seek,” Moreau said, playing nervously with his hands. You smiled, looking at the lady out of the corner of your eye.

“Perfect, let's play hide and seek,” you said, getting up from the table and clapping your hands. You couldn't see her, but you felt the fiery gaze of the brunette, who stood up clumsily.

“My Donna and the fool are a team, and you and me, Sal, will look for them,” Angie explained, approaching the monster to plan a strategy.

You took the brunette's arm and got close to her ear.

“Come on, don't let them find us…” you said with childish enthusiasm, while Moreau shouted a countdown.

That hide and seek was a good game to play was no coincidence. The Lord’s swamp was immense, full of possible places to escape from him and Angie. Yes, everything you did was perfectly calculated.

Donna and you arrived at an old mill, quite far from the monster's little cabin, a perfect place, for a perfect plan.

“Okay... It's not very cozy... But it will do,” you commented, running a finger through the dust and humidity of a barrel. “Donna?”

“Lasciami stare, I'm mad with you,” she whispered, crossing her arms and leaning on a pile of boxes, letting herself fall with a haughty posture.

“Oh, are you? Why?” you asked amused, curiously exploring that sinister place.

“You know why,” she said, sighing, removing her black veil to show you her accusing face, one that only provoked more soft laughter from your mouth. “How could you do that? They could have seen us.”

“But they haven't…” you said, playing with an old fishing tackle. “Relax, honey, everything was controlled.”

“Controlled? I knew you were up to something,” she said, with a nervous laugh, looking away, playing with the black cloth in her hands.

“I was just having a little fun,” you said passively, disgusted by the humidity of the place that, on the other hand, offered many more possibilities.

“At my expense,” Donna protested, sighing tired of your attitude. You knew it wasn't that bad, and that she, as much as she denied it, was also having fun.

“Don't be mad, darling…” you purred, approaching her and lifting her chin with your finger. Donna smiled slightly but shook her head, pulling your waist. “I just wanted to give you a good time.”

“I'm just saying that…” she said, surrendered by your caresses on her face, by your good girl look. “If you wanted to do that to me, you could have done it at home.”

“That's very boring…” you protested with a tone full of malice again.

“It's not boring. It's what it has to be,” she said in her defense, blinking confusedly, not knowing if you were reproaching her for something. In truth, you weren't, you were simply looking for some variety in those intimate moments.

“Oh, yes, of course…” you sighed amused, snatching the veil from her hands and placing it on your face, moving away with a cocky step. “(Y/N), don't do those things, they can see us, let's make love in the same boring bed like we always do,” you said in a mocking tone, imitating the voice of the brunette, who, with a gasp, removed the veil from your face.

“Don't you know what modesty is?” she asked, offended by your mockery, but unable to avoid an amused smile. You pouted and shook your head.

“No, is it Italian?” you said ironically, frowning.

Donna sighed, opening her mouth to say something but regretting it instantly, playing with the black fabric in her hands.

“You know I love you, right?” she whispered seriously, as if her thoughts were tormenting her again, something you couldn't allow. You smiled sincerely, kissing her slowly, leaving the mockery aside, for the moment.

“That's a great achievement,” you joked in a soft voice, playing with her hands, sharing a brief moment of real love, far from teasing and provocations, just a look of sincere love. “Hey, I doubt those two will find us for a while.”

“What are you implying?” the brunette asked, moving away, with a frown but a relaxed posture.

You looked out the old window, searching the swamp for your pursuers, there was no trace of them. The show could go on. You smiled mischievously, approaching Donna, moving your hips sensually, with that same sparkle in your eyes that she identified instantly.

“You're not thinking about…” the lady in black murmured, with a slightly more relaxed smile, knowing that this was a much safer place.

“Mm, I don't know what you think I'm thinking, but it seems to me that you want to finish something, don't you?” you asked, whispering in her ear, making her hands grab your waist and gently pull you while capturing your lips in a hot, wet, fiery kiss, one that she surely would have liked to give you moments before.

“I don't want you to think I'm boring,” she said, amused, placing a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping your body pressed against hers.

“Mm, okay, I'll be good, what do you want?” you said seductively, moving nervously, with a mischievous look. Not at all, you had no intention of being good, but Donna didn't know that.

“On your knees, you owe me that…” she sighed, embarrassed for asking you something like that, unable to express her desire directly. You knew she loved that kind of things, but she still had a hard time admitting it, always so shy… You loved it. You loved her with all your soul.

“Oh, okay, okay,” you said amused, playing with her hand and looking at the black veil she was holding. “But with one condition…”

“Mm?” she murmured, with a smile that tried to hide her shyness.

“Put this on,” you said, pointing at the black fabric, which Donna looked at curiously.

“The veil?” she asked, scratching the back of her neck, with a visible blush on her cheeks.

“Yes, it turns me on. Put it on,” you said amused, bending down little by little to fulfill her wishes.

The brunette shrugged but obeyed, hiding her face while you played with her dress, stimulating her erection to be able to please her.

“I thought... I thought you hated it...” she sighed, closing her eye and leaning better on the boxes when your hand released her shaft again, caressing it effortlessly, causing it to grow in your hand again, something that made you moan.

“You know, it depends on the circumstances...” you murmured, moving your hand slowly, causing a soft moan of protest that made a shiver run through your body and your wet entrance.

“Stop talking…” she sighed, resting her hand on your head to guide you to your destination, to soft kisses on her erection, placing your lips all over it, settling you on that cold wooden floor.

“It's so hard… I love it…” you whispered, licking your lips at her arousal. “You seem to be in a hurry.”

“Shut up,” Donna protested with a marked accent, with an impatience that you had provoked, burying her hand in your hair and forcing you to meet her expectations, something that you did happily, of course.

In a delicate and careful way, you embraced her body with your lips, going up, down, matching the movements of your hand, licking, kissing, causing a sea of ​​wet and obscene sounds in that old mill, perfectly coordinated with her soft moans.

“So good…” Donna moaned, satisfied by your delicate kisses, by your caresses with your tongue, by your mouth embracing every inch of her skin, tasting her bright arousal, sucking and stimulating rhythmically, smiling discreetly at the trembling of her legs.

“Get up,” she told you after a few moments of silence, when her erection began to tremble in your mouth, when the overwhelming excitement and pleasure she felt indicated she had reached her limit again.

You obeyed with a smile, pulling aside the veil to kiss her, so she could taste herself, so she could moan at the sensation. It was a quick kiss, before, grabbing you by the shoulders, she turned your body playing with your waist.

“Turn around, come on…” she whispered as you, knowing what she wanted, pulled down your underwear, bringing your body closer to her erection, letting it slowly enter you, helped by the guidance of her hands on your hips.

“Donna…” you moaned at the sensation, at the intruder slowly making its way into your wet walls, at how they stretched, at that new but terribly pleasurable position. “This, this is so good.”

She laughed softly, grabbing your body, wrapping her arms around it from behind as her hips moved slowly, enjoying your wetness, the tight and intense embrace of your body on her shaft.

The moans mixed together. You couldn't tell if it was you, or it was Donna. The old mill was desecrated by her soft movements, her caresses, her firm grip on your body as she slid comfortably inside of you.

The sensation was terribly pleasurable, and for a moment you decided to let yourself be carried away by the pleasure, to let her release in her favorite way, inside of you. It was a pity that a distant scream prevented it.

“Where are you?!” a shrill voice called you from afar, Angie, who seemed to be approaching the old mill.

You tried to move away, but Donna stopped you, pulling your body, penetrating you again with a hurried moan.

“Hey, they're looking for us,” you said amused.

“Don’t, don't listen to them, (Y/N), let, let me... Finish...” she whispered, totally dazzled by your body, by the pleasure.

“But Donna...” you whispered amused, letting her play with your hips, but in a slower way. “Poor Angie, you're going to create her a trauma...”

“Just, just a little more... Sto per venire, tesoro...” she begged, moving erratically.

The evil thoughts returned to your mind, the desire and pleasure that teasing her gave you overcame your own lust, slowly moving away, causing her to moan desperately.

“What are you doing? Come back, come back here,” the lady in black asked, pointing at her trembling shaft. “(Y/N),” she growled as you pulled your underwear back up, peeking out the old door.

“Hey!” you shouted, calling the doll. “We're here, losers!”

Donna put her erection away again, approaching you and covering your mouth with one hand.

“What are you doing? Taci!” she shouted at you, her voice cracked with frustration at your little torture.

“Come on, Donna, remember that we're still playing,” you joked, pushing her hand away and smoothing your dress, carefully placing hers too, mockingly, hiding her still incipient arousal.

She growled, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.

“With me, (Y/N), you're playing with me,” she protested furiously, kicking the weak wooden floor. You laughed, waving your hand to dismiss it.

“I am, it's funny,” you said, peeking out, watching the doll and the fish man approaching you.

“Funny? Sei una strega malvagia…” the lady in black hissed, huffing angrily. You looked at her with wide eyes, feigning offense.

“Why are you saying something so mean to me, Donna?” you asked mockingly, coming closer and kissing her cheek. She pushed you away in a gentle way, but one that emanated resentment.

“It's what you are,” she said, crossing her arms, hiding her still evident arousal with her hands, murmuring to get her dress back to normal.

“Got you!” Angie shrieked, tapping your leg so you had to run after her, which you did in a funny way.

“Come on, Donna, run!” you joked, earning another furious growl from the lady in black.

You lost, but at least you were able to have some fun, maybe you were making poor Donna suffer too much. She didn't speak to you for the rest of the afternoon, and not even on the way back.

“Hey...” you said, holding her arm as you walked through the woods next to an elated Angie, who did nothing but rub her new victory in your face. “Donna...”

“I don't want to talk to you,” she said, without removing your grip, but looking away and walking faster.

“Oh, come on, it was just a game, don't be mad,” you said with a childish pout, stopping her fast walk, almost pulling her. “Hey, smile.”

“I don't want to,” she protested, with a tone that was a bit comical, but that was still terribly spiteful. “It was cruel.”

“It's not my fault that they caught us,” you said amused, resting your head on her shoulder as you walked, causing a tired sigh from the brunette, who, surrendered to your charms, kissed your hair through the veil, a gesture of affection that you loved.

“If you hadn't screamed, they wouldn't have done it,” she said in her defense, walking slower, almost stopping.

“Oh, so you were having fun, huh?” you joked, giving her a nudge. She laughed shyly, shaking her head.

“Yes” she said dryly, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers, resuming the walk home. “I don't want you to think I'm boring.”

“Bah, I don't think you are, I was just joking, darling,” you said with a soft, affectionate voice, far from the teasing of the whole day, at least a bit far.

“You always say everything as a joke...” Donna sighed, looking at the sky, which was darkening little by little.

“Let me make it up to you,” you said, stopping walking and slowly surrounding her, tying your hands around her waist. “Come.”

You pulled her to a slightly secluded place, near the old gardener's cabin.

“Hey!” Angie protested, who noticed your absence. “What are you doing?”

“Angie, go home, Donna and I have to talk,” you said to the doll, who screamed offended by your order, walking near you.

“No! You disgusting fools!” she shrieked, jumping angrily in the snow. “You want to make babies!”

“Yes, exactly, go away,” you said, crossing your arms, with a haughty posture.

“(Y/N)…” Donna sighed, resting a hand on her forehead and shaking her head. “Maybe we should wait until we get home and…”

“You boring spaghetti,” you said, savoring each syllable, causing Donna to stiffen, clenching her fists again.

“Angie, vai a casa,” the brunette ordered in a stern tone, unintentionally walking into your trap again. She would do anything, anything to show you she wasn't boring.

The doll growled, but couldn't disobey. However, she cursed your names several times along with a lot of insults.

“Get there, let's get this over with,” the lady in black ordered you, pointing to an old tree for you to lean on while, discreetly, she caressed herself. You shrugged and obeyed. “Bend over.”

“Hey, hey, what's the rush about?” you joked, letting her pull down your underwear, almost with a growl, positioning her sensitive shaft at your entrance, grabbing your waist so you wouldn't dare to escape again.

“You said you were going to make it up to me,” she whispered, moving slowly, playing with your wetness before penetrating it. “I want to release, and I want it now.”

“How demanding,” you purred, enjoying the wet contact, the contrast of the cold place with the burning heat of your bodies. “Hey, hey, hey, hey...” you protested when the tip slipped in, stretching your walls again. “No, no, no...”

“What do you mean by no? Please, tesoro, I can't take it anymore...” she said with a desperate moan, stopping just as you ordered her.

“I didn't tell you that you can't do it but...” you said, pretending to think, moving so she could get out of you. “I think you said something before… What was it?”

“Cosa?” she asked confused, her hands scratching your back in desire.

“Yes, yes… Something about me being… What did you say? Oh, yes, an evil witch,” you joked amused, letting her play confused in your entrance, but not allowing her to continue.

“Oh, come on, that was because, because… I was, I was…” she protested, kicking the snow, laughing nervously at your attitude. “I, I'm sorry, (Y/N), I, I shouldn't have called you… That… But, but please, I need… Please…”

“I'll let you release, Donna, but not inside of me,” you said, feigning a stern, but amused tone. She protested again, with a moan of pity.

“Why?” she asked, surely fed up with you. If you didn't know her, you would never have played with her like that. “You know I love it…”

“I know, but you've insulted me so... Well, do it the way you want, but not inside,” you finally said.

“(Y/N), I'm feeling like calling you that again,” Donna hissed, still gently moving her hips, rubbing her erection with your wet folds.

“That's my offer... You can wait until tomorrow if you want... Or you can...” you joked, biting your lip and matching her movements with yours, letting her caress you in an incredibly pleasurable way.

“Oh okay...” she growled, moving faster, causing you to moan in weakness at the unexpected pleasure, moving her shaft between your legs, sliding between your thighs, brushing against your wetness, covering it.

“It's, it's good...” you said, surprised by your own decision, by that new and exciting pleasure. “Hey, don’t, don't stop…”

“I'll stop if I feel like it. I'm sick of your little games,” the brunette growled, giving you a soft spank, one that made you moan, that made your voice taken by lust echo in the old forest.

“Deep down you like them…” you mocked, noticing how her hips moved faster and faster.

“Yes, unfortunately…” Donna murmured, with an almost inaudible voice, rubbing between your legs in an increasingly erratic way. “I, I'm going to do it… I…I, I can't hold it anymore…”

“Do it, my beautiful Donna…” you said with a kind tone, giving her permission to get her release, one that, with a moan uncharacteristic of her, she achieved, impregnating your legs with wet and hot caresses, ones that made you writhe.

“Cazzo…” she whispered, leaning on your back, bringing your body closer to hers while her seed ran down your legs in an obscene way. “Don’t… Don’t do this to me again…”

“Well then…” you said, putting on your dress, with that erotic heat in your legs, with your breath taken by that overwhelming pleasure. “Next time you make a cake, make it for me.”

[horeformilfs]

Mine

Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

TW: Possessiveness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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If requests are still open, how about headcanons of Heisenberg with a reader that is a fifth lord. Reader's Cadou allows them to manipulate sound (radio) waves, and go as far as sonic scream. No pressure or rush, just curious on your interpretation :)

Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader A/N: This is only the second time I’ve done HC’s and I’m still struggling to get a grasp on them. Thank you for the request, your prompt was interesting to think about. This is a little short, so if I didn’t give you what you wanted let me know and I’ll try again.

He really doesn’t give a shit about you at first

Unless you go out of your way to catch his attention he’s treating you the same as he treats the rest of the family

Whatever your powers are, he’s gonna assume you’re just as bad as the rest of them and dismiss you

You have to actively make him notice you

It wouldn’t take a lot, maybe one snide comment towards Mother Miranda and suddenly you have value

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You scoffed, glaring down at the horde of Miranda’s worshippers that had surrounded the old church. You’d just been passing through town, picking something up from the duke before heading back up the mountain. 

Heisenberg happened to be there at the same time. You weren’t sure what his deal with the Duke was but it seemed to be complicated. His head perked up as you glared at the villagers. “What’s your problem?” He muttered, tone bitter. 

You nodded towards the villagers, “They are. All their Mother Miranda bullshit, I’m sick of it.” You walked back towards your lair, the old radio tower up in the mountain. It was the best place for you to be with the way your powers functioned, your strongest point. 

He watched as you went, staring at you contemplatively and wondering how he’d missed that hatred in your eyes. 

When he and Alcina start to argue, Miranda will just look at you and you’ll let out a scream so loud bits of drywall fall from the ceiling

It’s painful but it’s effective, you’re essentially used as a mute button when things get out of hand

You tend to avoid the others, keeping quiet and to yourself

When Miranda had first experimented on you, your experience with the sound waves had been less than pleasant

Learning to control them was difficult. The first time you spoke after waking up from her little experiment, you’d blown out your own eardrums. 

Even after you finally harnessed them, you figured that it was better to just be quiet. The times you did speak you kept your voice below a whisper. 

“You don’t talk a whole lot do you?”

You shrugged, “Only when I have to, really.” You sat in his workshop, mostly against your will. He’d invited you to dinner, though it felt like more of a command, and you’d tried to get him to make the journey up the mountain to you. 

He’d, of course, refused because he was a stubborn bastard. You didn’t even want to sit down anywhere, there was oil and blood on nearly every surface. And if it wasn’t covered in that, it was sticky with dried lycan drool. 

At least Moreau managed to keep his quarry clean.

Heisenberg hadn’t stopped staring at you since you sat down, it was starting to bug you.

You don’t normally speak with your family, mainly because you don’t really care for any of them. Having his attention on you was disturbing.

He sets his fork down on his plate and gives you an odd look, “How do your powers work, anyway?”

It was easier to show than it was to explain. You focused on the large pile of metal scraps on his desk and opened your mouth. The noise was nearly silent at first, a high pitched ringing that you questioned if you were actually hearing. 

Then it got louder, the ringing clear now. It was painful to anyone outside of the focused stream of sound waves, but it was lethal once you stepped into the stream. The metal shook, vibrating loudly against his desk. A few toppled over, the rest exploded in a violent display of clashing metal shards and sparks. 

Heisenberg clutched his ears, a small stream of blood leaking from between his fingertips. You want to apologize to him. You’ve always had a little difficulty controlling your powers in such close spaces. 

But he doesn’t look mad, he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain. Instead he’s grinning widely at you, something glinting in his eyes that had you feeling on edge. 

He sees the uniqueness of your powers, the untapped potential for violence and how helpful someone like you could be to his cause

He waters the seedling of resentment you already hold towards Miranda and helps it grow

He whispers words of hate and anger into your ear until you’re just as passionate about taking Miranda down as he is

You two work together, using your odd understanding of radio and sound waves to improve his soldat designs 

Slowly, your loyal followers from the village start to abandon you and move to different lords. Your connection to Heisenberg has soured your influence among the sheep in the village, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care

Your status as a lord meant little to you when you had him

He’s intrigued by your powers and loves to experiment with them, but more than anything there’s something soothed inside him because he’s no longer alone

He’s grateful for the support you provide when he feels like he’s just stagnant in his progress taking down Miranda

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.