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1. Voinţă Slabă by Whichwaytothe_limabeans (Alcina X Reader, Mother Miranda X Reader (non sexual))

Status: On going

Mother Miranda finds you in chains, injured and dirty so she takes you with her and starts taking care of you. This story explores a very soft and nice relationship with Mother Miranda and Reader, I love it.

2. You Must Be Lonely, Let(ter) Me Fix That by OG_Coffeestains

Status: On going

Reader starts sending letters to Mother Miranda as a joke and of course she never responds...until one day she does.

This story is a combination between fun and dark, the dark parts are totally unexpected.

3. Playing dangerous by Tarator

Reader is in desperate need of money and finds an announcement for a babysitting job that's gonna pay her handsomely (way to high for a simple job like babysitting) and a phone number, nothing else, not even requirements or an address 👀 Reader has no common sense because after calling and going to said location and having too much trouble to get there...she stills shows up at the mansion 💀 girl you are gonna get yourself killed. Who in their right mind would accept that job?

This story has lots of mystery and the writer is really nice and cool 🫶🏻 they are currently writing another MM fanfic but I still haven't started reading but I bet it's awesome.

Status: On going

3. Broken mirrors by Tarator

You are exploring Romania's mountain until Mother Miranda kidnaps you and infects you with the cadou 😈😈😈 and you accepts it but I think you weren't a fit vessel for Eva 🤔

Status: Finished

4. I'll help you find a way out by SherryTomson

I don't remember much of this FF, I should re read it but you are Mother Miranda's lab rat 😈

Status: On going (or abandoned? Hasn't been updated since mid 2024 but I'm always hopeful that the author could get back to keep writing it😩)

5. The Crow And Her Sparrow by Time_eclipse

You are MM maid and she is pretty possessive over you. I like how she acts like she doesn't gives a fuck about you but she doeeess.

I don't know if I should put it on the list because while I was making this I found out the author orphaned it 😭 I really love this story, I'm devastated to notice this just now :(

Status: Abandoned 🥀

6. Rocky road to loving a cult leader by Kat_ontherun

This is a two part story about MM's assistant. I don't remember much but if I have it bookmarked it's for something.

Status: Finished

7. days that probably wouldn't happen by small_item

I have a very special place in my heart for these one shots, is a series of one shot about different things that happens in the village like...how would MM react if she receives a letter on valentine's day...or Easter Egg Hunt in the village...or everyone goes to the beach.

Every one shot is either cute or funny, I just love how the author describes MM's crow personality and behaviour.

Status: Finished (? It depends on the author, I think that this series could be about many other adventures.

8. everything's like an illusion (i'll be losing you) by small_item

Asffgsfsej this story I swear to god...the mystery, the cluessss. Basically you are a villager who one night got attacked by a lycan (a pretty big and odd one), you got scratched and each passing day you try to ignore it but your body starts changing to the point that you have to ask for help but you can't simply show up to the doctor's door, so you end up asking Mother Miranda and that's how you got her attention 😈😈😈

In general the story keeps you on edge, you want to know more and more and there are parts where you have to be a little more curious and search stuff like morse code

Status: On going (? 😭 I really hope the author comes back one day, I'm dying to know how Reader either gets cured or transforms completely.

9. Wicked Game: Mother Miranda x Female Reader by huszq

Dubcon, lab rat, kidnap, Stockholm syndrome,sadism...the list goes on. I love dark and mean MM 😈

Status: Finished

10. Ô reverent Mother by wiltedmemories

Domestic violence between Reader and her husband. I don't remember much but MM rewards her faithful followers.

Status: Finished

11. Woven Together by GeekyArmorel

Reader invites the hag of the village to her house to wait for a storm to stop, from there a new friendship starts.

The author is so nice, I hope she keeps writing this story 🫶🏻

Status: On going (? I know the author will come back at some point

12. She's a Murder-er by OG_Coffeestains

A murder of injured crows fall on your rooftop. You take care of them but then you notice that they aren't normal crows.

Status: Finished

13. Lullaby by Heathens

This story isn't for anyone, there is rape (not to Reader), manipulation, stockholm syndrome obviously, torture, horror body. Is the real Dead Dove Do not Eat. I don't know what this story has but I love it, I've read it probably 30 times or more and I would give anything for the author to finish it.

You are on a trip to Europe, and everything was going well until you arrived in Romania. The group you are traveling with is quite problematic (not all of it, just 3 persons) because they start a fight on some bar, you only know this when the tour guide is knocking at your door in the middle of the night to take you to the leader of the village because of said group (yeah, you even weren't at that bar, you are just collateral damage). Once you are with the rest of the group the leader starts separating all of you to go somewhere else, the women go to Dimistrecu's Castle, the men to Heisenberg...but the problematic group + you go with Mother Miranda 😈😈😈😈 🕊️ That's when your life as her Dove starts 🥴

Status: ON FUCKING GOING (I KNOW THE AUTHOR WILL COME BACK, ILL WAIT CENTURIES)

14. The Charlatan and The Cynic by Heathens

Theo Auro moves to the village to escape from her past, but as a foreigner she doesn't care about the weird religion in there. So of course, the villagers don't fancy Theo much, but guess who shows up knocking at her door? Yeah Miran- sorry, no, Ana the hag from the village.

While lullaby is pretty dark, this story is funny and interesting, you like Ana antics instantly and at some point Theo meets Miranda 😈

Status: On going (?

15. Nothing more by carlsrighteye

Plot what plot? You are MM assistant and she needs you to uhm... fulfill her more carnal needs 😌

Status: Finished

Resident Lover (fan game by AVIA)

1. Good Intentions by AlexandrosEleven

Reader starts asking questions about the loops and with each one Miranda gets more and more pissed and possessive, she doesn't want to remember seeing her Feather infatuated by other women than her.

Status: Finished

2. Divine punishment by Mothbltch

Reader plays seven minutes in heaven with Miranda

Status: On going (? It could pretty much be considered finished but the author said there could be a second part, who knows.

3. A Quiet Night by ProcrastinationHobby

Reader studies at Miranda's office

Status: Finished

4. Z and KJ's Resident lover snippet thread by KJLikesFemmeTops, ZelenEagle

6 smutty snippets. Plot what plot? The authors are great people 😚

Your eyes fluttered shut, your eyelids heavy and your breathing ragged. You could feel the textured button up beneath your finger tips, the way the skin beneath the fabric stretched. You felt the way her lips brushed against the crook of your neck, her tongue sliding across your skin and the salvia clings to your neck. Your head felt warm, a syrupy feeling wrapped around your brain, limbs and heart that made your head swim. And despite the fuzziness around the edges of your head, you could hear the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint intake of air from the blonde woman beneath you. Her hands were settle comfortably on your waist, her manicured nails pinched into your skin and her thumbs swiping over the exposed skin of your tummy.

“Darling— hey—“ Miranda murmured. Her nose brushed into your cheek, her lips pressing gently into the skin of your temple. “Still with me, feather?”

You blinked, your gaze flipping from the large bay window behind Miranda to the heated steel blue eyes of your lover. “Y-Yeah…”

“Mm— what’s your color, inima mea?”

“Green—“

“Green—“ Miranda paused. Her lips formed a small smirk, her right hand trailing up your side and to your chest. Her hand hovered over your heart. “Green what?”

You grumbled, your cheeks flaring wildly. You scrunched your eyebrows, and bit the inside of your cheek. Silently, you wanted Miranda to understand how the embarrassment crept up through your spine and settled into your thoughts. How the thought of her little game had turned you into a mess. Of course you had agreed, in fact you were the one that let the little idea slip after she had taken you from behind the night before. However, your predicament was far worse than what you had wanted and it was only because of your attitude that led you to be pantless on her lap.

“Oh don’t be shy on me now, prinţesă…” Miranda hummed, her hand that sat idly on your chest moved upwards. Her hand cupped your jaw, her manicured nails dug into your cheeks. “Come on— you know you want to.” Miranda grinned, her pearly white teeth glinting under the bright office lamp lights. “You had no qualms last night, did you?”

You huffed, your bottom lip trapping itself behind your teeth. You squirmed, and your eyes snapped open at the sticky feeling between your thighs.

“Green daddy—“

“Was that so hard, darling?” The blonde smirked, her steel blue eyes twinkling with something that stirred uneasiness within your gut. She released your jaw, her hand moving back to your hip and then to your thigh. Her thumb brushed against your panty covered mound, her hand shifting until her thumb pressed against your aching clit. “Oh— you’re so wet, pisoi— did daddy calling you out get you all worked up, hm?”

You nodded hastily, your breathing rapidly becoming uneven.

“Mm— you know you have to be punished right, darling?”

“Y-Yes daddy!” You squeaked, as her thumb began to rub circles into your clit.

“Does daddy need to stop or can you put your listening ears on, feather?” Miranda titled her head, her eyes narrowing. You almost let out a giggle, but the pressure against your clit melted the thought away.

“I can listen…please daddy!”

“Okay, okay— relax for me, darling.” Miranda cooed, her thumb removing the pressure on your clit. “You’re going to sit on my cock, and daddy is going to finish this report okay— once I’m done maybe I’ll let you cum. Okay?”

“B-But that’s not fair—“

“Oh of course not, darling— but it wasn’t very polite of you to interrupt me during my meeting with Alcina was it?” Miranda grunted, her left hand slipping underneath your shirt and lightly circling your skin. “All you had to do was use that pretty little head of yours and keep yourself occupied for another hour— instead you walked in on a very important call. You know now that daddy has to punish you right?”

“Okay.”

Your wife had trained you well. You were to do as you were told and if you failed to do so you would be punished in the way she saw fit. She liked the way you did whatever she wanted, how you wanted to please her in any way you could. If she wanted to find you at home with you naked, knelt onto the plush carpet waiting for her you would. She loved the way you were into whatever she liked and you felt the same. When Miranda had first mentioned introducing new kinks into your dynamic you agreed automatically.

“Good girl.”

Miranda grinned, she leaned into you. Her nose brushed against yours, her plump lips finding a place on yours. You can taste the faint hint of her chapstick, the thick smell of her perfume and the light hint of her make up. Her mouth overtook yours, her tongue swiping into your mouth and her left hand tangled in your hair. While her right hand moved to the apex of your thighs, her fingers pushing aside the damp fabric of your panties and sliding her free fingers through your folds. Her fingers play with your clit, her mouth silencing your moans.

“Fuck, pisoi— so tight…” She groaned, as she pulled away from your lips. A string of salvia falls, the wetness sticking to her chin. Her mouth was red and cheeks flushed. “It’s almost like I didn’t stretch you out last night—“ Miranda hummed, her fingers now knuckle deep inside your cunt.

You whimpered, your fingernails digging into the fabric of your wife’s shirt. With your head tilted backward, you push down onto her hand and move your left hand to her silky blonde hair. You pulled, twisting the soft locks in your fist and grunting as her fingers pumped inside of your walls.

“Oh— please!”

“No, darling.” Miranda shook her head, her mouth back on yours. Her teeth nip at your lips, and her tongue takes over your mouth in a haste battle for dominance. She withdrew her fingers, her mouth moved from your lips to her neck where she sucked. When her mouth parted from your neck, a dark bruise lingered on your skin. “Now are you going to behave and take daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

You nodded, your eyes lidded as you watched Miranda unbuckle her pants, unzip them and shimmy the silicone cock from it’s confinements in her pants. At first, you raise your eyebrows, confused on when and where she had put the toy on, but you decided to quickly push the thought away. Especially when she maneuvered your legs, and pressed the tip of the strap against your clit. The head of the faux cock slipped through your folds, gliding through your wetness and pressed firmly against your opening. Miranda kissed your forehead, as she moved both her hands to your waist. Slowly, she pushed you down onto her strap, the girth leaving a residual burn.

“That’s it, babygirl—“ Miranda purred, her voice quiet. “You’re taking me so well— do you like the new strap, honey?”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes clenching shut.

“Oh I know, darling—“ she smirked, her lips trailing from your forehead to your neck. She adjusted her grip on your waist, and sunk you down all the way onto her cock. “Such a tight fit— isn’t it pretty big, pretty girl?” She bit down on her bottom lip and then nipped away at the expanse of your neck. “Especially for your little pussy—“

You whined, your hips thrusting forward but to no avail. Miranda’s grip was iron, and the glare she sent you way stalled any of your movements.

“Good girl—“ she paused. “Now, you’re going to warm my strap like a good pisoi and when I’m done with my work— maybe I’ll fuck you. Understood?”

Somewhere within your fuzzy thoughts you knew she had already ran you through the scene. Had made sure you understood each step, but you still felt a whine slip past your lips.

“We don’t whine, love—“ your wife reprimanded. “Color?”

“G-Green, but I wanna cum now!” You whimpered, your weight shifting atop her lap and the pressure inside your walls changed. The cock pressed into the sensitive spot inside you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and goosebumps lining your skin.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it, darling?

✧

With your nose in the crook of Miranda’s neck, you could smell her perfume, her make up and the scent that was uniquely her. You could smell the fresh scent of her shampoo, the product she put in her hair to keep it silky smooth. Even beneath all the layers of cleanliness, you could smell the faint hint of fresh linen from her button up.

You were very unaware of how much time had passed. Your brain is a jumbled mess of pleasure and embarrassment that crept up through your spine and settled deep into your head. Your cunt ached, your clit practically throbbing for relief and the only relief you were given. Was the occasional brush of the harness when Miranda shifted in her chair.

Your wife’s eyes were dead set on the dual monitors in front of her, her long fingers rapidly pressing the keyboard keys. You watched as her eyebrows creased, how she sometimes poked her tongue out while typing and the way her eyes would flick towards you and she would smirk. When she was deep in thought, she would move her right hand from her keyboard to your waist. Her thumb rubbing soothing circles in the skin of your hip, tracing over the tattoo of a crow on your thigh.

Eventually, you settled into a relaxed position. Your lips pressed firmly into Miranda’s neck, your hands resting at her waist. In this position, the cock pressing against your walls didn’t feel as thick as it was. And instead, you focused on another matter. What country you would like to visit next, or what restaurant you should take your wife to. At least you were deep in thought until Miranda’s phone began to buzz against the mahogany wood of her desk.

“Hello—“ Miranda replied. Her tone was soft, as she shifted her posture. She rested her left elbow onto the arm of her swivel chair, her phone pressed to her ear. “No Alcina— I just had to help— yes— yes she’s okay.” Miranda smiled. “Oh no she's a bit caught up right now— you’ll have to say hello to her later, Alci.” Miranda raised her right eyebrow, and her steel blue eyes grew a tint darker. “Yes— yes I’m almost done with the report—“

Your attention turned from listening to your wife’s conversation to the sudden change of Miranda’s posture. She shifted, and her hand on your hip held you there. She shook her head towards you, a devilish grin on her lips when she suddenly thrusted her strap into you. Her cock pressed against your walls, and the calm composure you thought you held crumbled. You bit down on your bottom lip, and adjusted your hands to Miranda's shoulders. You began to grind your hips into her, swiveling and grinding down on the strap that you were previously warming for who knows how long.

Your mouth fell open, a small squeak leaving your lips at the harsh pump of your wife’s hips. The harness brushed roughly against your exposed, pulsing clit.

“Listen Alcina— it sounds like little crow needs me.” Miranda murmured, her mouth open and her eyes lidded. She slowly licked her bottom lip, and her right hand squeezed your hip. Her hand moving to cup your ass and help you ride her. “Yeah— yeah the report. I have to go—“

Through your pleasured filled brain you can hear the distinct thunk of your wife’s phone falling onto the ground. And in an instant, Miranda is cupping your ass with both of her hands and standing. The position causes the silicone to fall out of your cunt, but you don’t have to wait long for her to push her cock back inside when she roughly sets you onto the desk. Her left hand finding purchase on your waist, while her right comes up to grab ahold of your throat. She doesn’t press down like she usually would, but instead she guides the cock back into your cunt and begins a brutal pace.

“Fuck— Mira—“ You groaned, your head thrown back and your foot kicking the swivel chair into the wall.

Miranda’s hand tightened on your throat, her nails biting into your skin. “What did you say, little girl?” Her tone is quiet, her chest rising fast. Your eyes widen and you’re sure your wife can feel the way you swallow the lump in your throat.

“I— sorry— I didn’t mean it.” You whimper, her hips stuttering. “Please— please fuck me, daddy.”

“Always so sweet with words, my little crow.” Miranda grinned, almost like she didn’t have her head wrapped tightly around your throat.

Your wife’s pace started once again, her hand sat on your throat while her hips pumped into you. With this new position, you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her in. Your fingernails dug into her back, scratching the large tattoo until fiery red lines appeared.

“Fuck— cum whenever you want too, pisoi— you’ve been such a good gir for daddy.” Miranda growled, her forehead pressed against yours. Her hand that laid on your throat moved down between your legs, her hand finding your slick and beginning to circle your clit. A high pitched moan slipped out of your mouth, and she silenced it with her mouth on yours.

An animalistic growl escaped your mouth, your entire body spasimizing as your climax washed over you. Your mouth that was once on Miranda’s, moved to her neck where you bit into the skin until there were indents of your teeth in her pale skin. Your hands moved from the expanse of her back, to her jaw where you cupped her cheeks and pulled her into your neck. Her nose pressed into the crook, and her mouth littering kisses along your sweat ridden skin.

The two of you panted in silence, trying to gain your composure when you heard the low beeping of a dropped call.

“You didn’t hang up did you—“

“Fuck.”

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