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Sharing a (very small) coffin with Lady Dimitrescu. FemReader Tags: Light smut (Lets pretend she sleeps in a coffin for this)

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The world outside ceased to exist within the coffin. Its tight, suffocating walls pressed the two of you together, forcing every inch of your body to mold against hers. The heat between you was stifling, each breath you took mingling with Alcina’s as the air grew heavy with the scent of her perfume and the faint metallic tang of blood. Your knees brushed her thighs, your chest pressed firmly to hers, and your fingers clutched desperately at her gown, needing the contact as much as you needed air.

“Do you feel how perfectly we fit, my pet?” Alcina’s voice was a purr, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she spoke. Her hands, large and commanding, splayed across your back, pulling you closer still. “This… intimacy. It’s as though the coffin itself demands we belong to each other.”

You whimpered softly, the sheer weight of her presence overwhelming. Every shift of her body against yours ignited sparks of sensation, the silk of her gown sliding against your bare skin. The lack of space left nothing to the imagination; her curves pressed flush against you, her strength cradling you as if you were the most precious thing she had ever held.

Her lips brushed over your temple, trailing feather-light kisses down to your jaw. “So soft,” she murmured, her voice dripping with hunger and reverence. “So warm. You drive me mad, my sweet girl.”

You tilted your head back instinctively, baring your neck for her, offering yourself completely. Her low chuckle reverberated through her chest, where your hands were braced, and she tightened her hold on you. “So eager,” she teased, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of your throat. “Do you crave me this much, little one? Or is it the closeness, the heat, that sets your blood aflame?”

“Both,” you managed to whisper, though your voice trembled. Your legs shifted against hers, seeking to tangle further, desperate to erase any lingering gap between your bodies. The air was thick, humid with shared breaths, and every sensation—her fingers skimming over your spine, her breath fanning your neck—was amplified tenfold by the confined space.

Alcina hummed, a sound of deep satisfaction, and pressed her lips fully to the curve of your neck. “Then let me take what is mine,” she growled softly, her fangs grazing your skin.

The bite came slowly, achingly deliberate, her fangs sinking into you with the kind of care that felt more like worship than hunger. The sharp sting sent a gasp tumbling from your lips, followed by a deep, aching pleasure that stole the strength from your limbs. Her arm coiled tighter around your waist as your body sagged against hers, your head falling to her shoulder.

The rhythmic pull of her mouth was devastating, every draw of her lips sending molten heat through your veins. Her feeding was intimate, carnal, her body pressed so tightly to yours that you could feel her heartbeat quickening, pounding in sync with your own.

Your hands found their way to her hair, threading through the dark waves as you whimpered her name. The sound spurred her on, her free hand sliding down to grip your hip, holding you steady as her feeding grew more fervent.

“Alcina,” you gasped again, your voice shaky and raw, your hips involuntarily pressing closer to hers. The friction was minimal, but the heat between you was unbearable, the confined space amplifying every sensation.

She pulled back just enough to lap at the puncture wounds, her tongue sweeping over your skin with languid strokes that made your knees weak. “You taste like heaven,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I could spend an eternity like this, devouring you inch by inch.”

Her lips claimed yours in a kiss so deep and all-consuming that it stole the very air from your lungs. It was desperate and unrestrained, her hands roaming your body, pulling you impossibly closer as your legs tangled around her. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the searing heat of her body and the overwhelming pleasure of her touch.

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My favorite Pokémon snap photo I’ve ever taken 💕

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I’ve been obsessed with them lately aksjkak

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h-hi uhm. Chasefield 👉👈

Here’s a teaser for a fan project I’ve been working on for the last few weeks

(Let’s just call it a playable fanfic)

Y’all will see the Rachel (amberchase), Kate (chasemarsh) and Chloe (chaseprice) variants at some point-

won’t say more 🤐

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Lady Dimitrescu x FemReader, very sweet fluffy fic

-Requests Open-

The sun poured through the grand windows of the Castle Dimitrescu sitting room, illuminating the intricate carvings of the oak walls and the glinting glassware on the side table. You stood near Alcina, your fingers idly fidgeting with the apron tied snugly around your waist. The two of you had stolen a quiet moment together, away from the duties of the castle and the watchful eyes of the other maids.

Alcina was, as always, the very picture of poise and elegance, her towering frame draped in a flowing black gown that seemed to shimmer faintly in the sunlight. She held a delicate glass of wine in her hand, the deep red liquid swirling lazily as she glanced down at you with that signature teasing smirk. Her golden eyes glinted with curiosity, as if silently amused by your flustered demeanor.

You couldn’t help but stare at her—how could you not? Her beauty, her presence, her confidence—it was overwhelming in the best way. And, as always, that familiar ache bloomed in your chest. You wanted to kiss her. Right now. You didn’t need permission; you were her partner, after all. But the idea of asking, of voicing such a simple desire, made your cheeks burn.

Instead, you made a decision—a bold one for someone of your stature. You stepped closer to her, tilting your head up as you leaned toward her lips. Alcina raised an elegant brow, her smirk widening into a full grin as she watched your sudden burst of determination.

“Oh? What are you doing, my Darling?” she drawled, her voice like honey, smooth and slow, with an undercurrent of teasing.

You didn’t answer—words were too difficult when she looked at you like that. Instead, you pressed up onto your tiptoes, stretching as far as you could manage to close the distance between your lips and hers.

But it wasn’t enough.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you strained, your arms awkwardly reaching out to her shoulders for balance. Alcina’s low, amused chuckle filled the room, and her free hand came to rest lightly on your waist, steadying you.

“My, my,” she purred, her smirk growing. “Is this your attempt at seduction, darling? You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Her words made your face flush even more, but you were undeterred. You pushed up on your toes again, determined to prove you could do it, only for her to tilt her head back ever so slightly, maintaining that frustrating distance between you.

“Alcina!” you whined softly, pouting up at her.

“Yes, my Draga?” she replied with mock innocence, the corners of her lips twitching as though she were holding back a laugh.

“You’re being mean!” you accused, huffing in frustration.

Alcina’s laughter filled the room, rich and melodious, and she leaned down just a little, enough to tease you further but still not enough to let you succeed. “Mean? Oh, darling, I’m merely enjoying the show.”

You groaned, half in embarrassment and half in desperation, as you tried once more to bridge the gap between you. Your feet wobbled slightly on your tiptoes, and Alcina’s hand tightened on your waist, steadying you. Her amusement was palpable, but so was her fondness, her golden eyes soft as she watched your antics.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of playful torment, Alcina let out an exaggerated sigh, as though you had left her no choice. “Alright, little one,” she said, her tone still laced with amusement. “Allow me to make it easier for you.”

To your surprise, she set her wine glass down on a nearby table, her movements slow and deliberate, and then—graceful as always—she knelt before you. The sight of the ever-regal Lady Dimitrescu kneeling on the floor of the sitting room, her eyes glimmering with playful mischief, left you momentarily speechless.

“Well?” she prompted, smirking up at you now, her expression still full of teasing affection. “Go on, my darling. I’ve made myself quite accessible, wouldn’t you say?”

You blinked, your face burning as you realized the opportunity she was giving you. Gathering your courage, you leaned into her, your hands gently cupping her face as you finally—finally—pressed your lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and sweet, her lips warm and inviting against your own. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling you a little closer, and you could feel the faint curve of her smile against your lips. When you finally pulled back, breathless and blushing, Alcina’s gaze was tender, her golden eyes filled with adoration.

“Was that so difficult, little one?” she teased, her voice low and playful.

You huffed, crossing your arms but unable to hide the shy smile tugging at your lips. “You made it difficult on purpose,” you accused.

Alcina chuckled, standing to her full, imposing height once more and effortlessly pulling you into her arms. “Perhaps I did,” she admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But you’re adorable when you’re flustered, Draga Mea.”

You buried your face in her chest, your cheeks burning once more as she held you close, her laughter rumbling softly in her chest.

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My eyes are up here, little mouse..

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“People ship Kate with Victoria??? Woah that can never happen in canon!! I just can’t see that happening!!! Why do people ship it if it can never EVER happen???!”

Bitch is this your first fandom?

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Victoria: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Kate: I wake up at 4:30 AM.

Victoria:

Victoria: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Practice of the lady

Something, something, man-thing…

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Chasemarsh - argument/fight

ft/ the whole school

what happened is; victoria got a rejection letter and told kate about it- kate tells max and chloe by accident and vics insecurity blows up starts insulting max and kate wasn't there for it which triggers victoria even more (shes already in a vulnerable place emotionally)

things are awkward in class

alyssa and stella waiting for kate to catch up but shes staring at vics door

taylor and courtney try to be there for vic as she tries to apologize to kate but she cant bring herself to even knock on the door

thankfully Rachel Amber, part-time model part-time marriage counselor helps them along and they finally get back together

lets be honest victoria has more to apologize for

they hug and max is there cause i like including her in things

as you can see i got really tired at the end and i couldn't bring myself to draw anymore so I used a place holder for Rachel-

If you know you know

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Alci, girl you so funny 😂

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two minutes!