#i'm so fucking mad this worked what the hell

[dem1verse]

﹏ ❛ la vie en rose.⠀⠀⠀alucard/adrian tepes.

˖⁺ ⊹୨ ★⠀the one where he falls in love with you all over again.

content disclaimers ╱╱ suggestive fluff. romantic relationship. fem!reader. wc: 523.

YOU HAVE (1) MESSAGE UNREAD !⠀⠀♡⠀⠀“HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY POOKIES I HOPE YOU GET LOTS OF LOVE FROM YOUR SHAYLAS <3333 (ps i imagined reader wearing this. hope it helps with imagery n shit)”

No one ever claimed that dating a dhampir was easy. Alucard loved you deeply, that was clear to see. His heart belonged to you completely. But recently, he had been so busy working that you both struggled to find time to spend together. The special day of love was approaching fast, and you felt a wave of urgency wash over you. In your search for ideas to bring excitement back into your relationship, you turned to Sypha, your trusted friend and confidante, hoping she could help.

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"And you're sure this will work?"

“Absolutely! I bought it on a whim, and now Trevor won’t leave me alone,” Sypha giggled on the phone.

The suggestion? Fucking pheromone perfume. Initially, you were hesitant due to Alucard's heightened sense of smell, but after some convincing from Sypha, you decided to give it a shot and ordered the product online.

A few days later, the perfume arrived, and you seized the opportunity while Alucard was still at work. With a mischievous grin, you headed to your room to prepare your surprise.

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"Love, I'm home!" Alucard called out, expecting your usual enthusiastic greeting of tight hugging and suffocating kisses.

Silence.

His brow furrowed in confusion. You were usually there to greet him eagerly at the door. Worry gnawed at him as he made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom, his heart racing with concern.

He opened the door slowly and stopped dead in his tracks. Oh.

You were dressed in a pink see-through nightgown, sitting on your vanity as you sprayed yourself with the sensual mist. Looking in the mirror, you noticed him, his eyes wide like saucers. His jaw was slack, his face reddening with each passing second. You froze on the spot, opting to cover yourself futilely.

"No."

"H-huh?" you asked.

“Don’t do that.” His voice was breathless, almost a pant. A smile crept across your face as you silently thanked Sypha for her idea. Feigning innocence, you replied, “Don’t do what, love?”

Alucard bared his teeth, his fangs glinting. Just what the hell did you do? Not only did you look ravishing, you smelled so good, it drove him mad. He grabbed your wrist, ignoring your protests of ruining your dress.

"You little vixen. You know exactly what I mean." he sneered. "You’re driving me mad." His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, he teased your nape with his tongue. “You like seeing me like this, don’t you?” His eyes bore into yours. “Wrapped around your pretty little finger. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” he whispered. He already knew the answer.

And yet his insides burned with passion. All because of you.

You looked at him. His blonde, luscious hair stuck to his face as he sweated. You always knew Alucard's nose was sensitive, but you never expected to look as whipped as he did now. "I've noticed that I haven't been giving my partner much love," he admitted. "Surely, you'd let me make up for that now?" he begged, his cold hand slowly inching up under your dress.

Oh, you were fucked for sure.

DEMI'S POST-IT⠀❞⠀i wrote this and finished it today bc i wanted to have smth out in time for valentines day (i just noticed its midnight wtf man) but ANYWHORE :D enjoy! i leave the way this ends to your imagination LMFAO

taglist: @seneon @sabrinass @pinkmirth

[squiddyfics]

get gone

namgyu x f!reader

description: namgyu’s long hours spent at the club, wasting his life away, have gotten to you. you finally decide to leave him, but it doesn’t hurt to say goodbye first.

18+ minors dni

warnings: nsfw, angst, drugs mentioned, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

a/n: happy valentine's day hehe

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He broke his promise.

Namgyu's shift at the club always ends at two in the morning, but he's never home when he's supposed to be. Whenever he does finally return, his eyes are bloodshot and his mood is sour.

You couldn't stand by and watch him ruin his life, destroying his physical and mental health each weekend as he delves into a world of illicit substances and people who don't give a fuck about whether he lives or dies.

That's why you made him swear to stop staying at the club past his shift. You respect that he has a job to do, but beyond that, there's no reason for him to stay out and slowly kill himself.

Last week, he actually stuck to his word, which was a pleasant surprise. It made you hopeful that he was finally turning things around, for once prioritizing his life with you over cheap thrills.

But now it's three a.m., and he's nowhere to be seen. You run your hands over your face, attempting to stay awake. You won't be set at ease until you see him walk through the door. Each night he doesn't come home on time is a night you spend worrying that he's finally succumbed to the consequences of his actions, leaving you alone in the world.

He never texts you back on these nights, either. You open your phone and click on your text thread with him, fruitlessly hoping that things might be different tonight. Of course not; your messages remain unanswered.

You can't keep doing this anymore, can't keep caring about a man who doesn't care about himself. Up until now, you've stuck by his side, scared that if you left him he'd spiral even further. Enough is enough, though. You have a life to live, and without spending so much of your time stressing about Namgyu's well-being, you'd be much freer.

These are your last thoughts before you pass out on the couch, unable to force yourself to stay awake any longer.

The sound of keys in the door wakes you back up. When you open your eyes, it's lighter in the apartment; the sun is beginning to rise. You check the time on your phone.

6:09.

Namgyu opens the door and looks surprised to see you in the living room. You meet his eyes with a glare.

"Thanks for finally gracing me with your presence," you snap.

"Chill," he says, and the word sends a surge of anger coursing through you. "I just spent a few extra hours networking."

"Networking?" you scoff. "Is that what you call getting fucked up and partying with junkies?"

"I made hella tips," he says. "This group of super-rich dudes said they'd keep giving me money as long as I could convince the bottle-service girl to sit with them."

"Oh, okay, so now you're pimping out your coworkers. That makes me feel so much better."

He throws his keys down on the table much harder than necessary. "Are you seriously mad that I'm making money? Would you rather we get fucking evicted?"

"I'm mad that you broke my trust!" you shout back. "You were supposed to leave at two, Namgyu. You promised."

He kicks off his shoes and storms toward you. "You think I want to be out for twelve hours straight? I'm doing this for us. I would've thought you'd be grateful, but I guess that's expecting too much of you."

"Oh, fuck you." You laugh, but there's no humor behind it. "Don't try to spin this as if doing lines in the club bathroom is somehow for my sake."

"I'm playing the game," he says. "This is the world I work in; this is what you signed up for when you started dating me."

"Well, I'm done now. I'm done."

He pulls the sleeves of his slightly oversized dress shirt over his hands. Normally you'd find this cute, but right now it's just pissing you off.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm telling you I can't do this anymore," you say. "This isn't how I want to live."

"You don't mean that." He shakes his head. "You haven't slept. Let's go to bed and talk about this in the morning."

"Motherfucker, it is the morning," you spit, gesturing to the sunrise outside your window. "And I mean every word of what I'm saying to you right now. I can't stay with you; not when this is the path you're choosing for yourself."

Suddenly Namgyu's apathetic expression morphs into one of concern, and he's on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands. "No, baby. You don't need to leave. This was the last time, I swear."

"You swore the same thing the other week, but that didn't seem to mean much to you."

"It's different this time," he says, rubbing his thumbs over your hands as if that will fix anything. "I understand now. I know you don't really want to go, so let's just talk this through, yeah?"

"You didn't even have the decency to send me a text." Your voice is smaller now. "I can't spend my nights wondering if you'll make it home in one piece. It's killing me."

"I'll change."

"It's too late," you say. "I've made up my mind."

Still kneeling in front of you, Namgyu hugs your waist, pressing his cheek against your stomach. "You can't leave me. You can't."

God, he's so fucking pathetic.

“Get off of me,” you say, but he only squeezes you tighter.

“You’re not leaving. You’re not leaving.” He says it like a prayer.

“Get the fuck up,” you tell him. “This is just sad.”

He does get up, but instead of walking away, he leans over you, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips. Despite how angry you are, you kiss him back.

He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you up so you're standing too. Your own hands find his face, fingers tracing over the features you've come to know so well, the features you'll be saying goodbye to.

As he guides you to the bedroom, still kissing you, you break apart just enough to say, "This doesn't change anything."

Namgyu throws you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, his lips and hands laying claim to every part of your body. He’s always been physically affectionate, but he’s touching you even more now, with the ravenous passion of someone who knows this could be the last time.

He kisses your neck in just the right spot, and grips your breasts with just the right amount of pressure, perfectly riding the line between pain and pleasure. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he makes you feel, but you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

"How could you give this up?" he mutters against your skin. "No one knows your body like I do. It'll never be this good with anyone else."

You know it's true, but you don't want to think about that right now. Instead, you decide to show him what he'll be missing out on, everything he lost due to the consequences of his own reckless actions. You reach down and wrap your hand around the bulge in his pants, squeezing lightly.

He reacts to your touch instantly, rocking into you as curses fall from his lips. He grasps at the hem of your shirt, urging it off of you. "I need you."

One by one, each piece of clothing separating you and Namgyu from one another is tossed aside, until there's no barrier between you. He grinds against you, sliding his shaft along your wet slit. His cock twitches at the moan he elicits from you.

Given his obvious desperation, you expect him to fuck you without hesitation. You're surprised when he lowers his face between your legs, kissing your inner thighs.

You tangle your fingers in his hair as he licks up your slit, taunting you. You attempt to push his head to the right spot, but he's taking his sweet time. By the time his lips encircle your clit, you're already bucking and moaning like a madwoman.

"Fuck, Namgyu," you breathe.

Your reaction spurs him on, and he pushes two fingers inside you, fucking you with his hand while he continues to suck on your clit. There's no warning; you're climaxing in record time, falling apart beneath him as your high racks your body in violent waves.

Namgyu doesn't give you even a second to recover. You're still panting, your walls still clenching as he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean before raising himself back up and slamming into you.

You cry out, but he silences you with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, all your senses in overdrive as he fucks you mercilessly.

"Oh god, Namgyu, hold on, I'm—" but you're cut short as another orgasm rips through your body.

You grip his hips, attempting to still him, to ease the pressure on your sensitive core, but he's relentless. He pounds into you at a shocking pace, and the overstimulation causes tears to well up in your eyes.

"Who else is gonna do this for you?" he asks through gritted teeth. "Who else is gonna fuck you until you can't think straight?"

You shake your head, unable to respond; the pleasure is overwhelming.

"Fucking answer me."

Between moans, you manage to gasp out, "No one."

Your words send him over the edge, and he finishes deep inside you with a guttural growl.

A moment later, he’s collapsing on the bed beside you. He drapes an arm and leg over you in one final weary effort to keep you by his side.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you slip out from under his grasp and stand up. You clean yourself up quickly, then start getting dressed.

“What are you doing?” Namgyu asks, pulling on his boxers.

“I told you, I’m leaving.”

You grab a suitcase and open up the drawers of your wardrobe, stuffing clothes inside. Namgyu shoots up and rushes to your side frantically. Each time you move to grab a handful of clothes, he takes a pile of them back out of your suitcase, shoving them haphazardly back into the drawer.

“Stop it!” you shout, but he continues to unpack your suitcase, trapping you in an endless cycle. “You’re acting like a child. Let me leave or I’m calling the fucking police.”

He ceases for a moment to laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

He steps back then, finally seeming to understand the gravity of the situation. He sits down on the bed, watching as you gather up your belongings.

You grab a smaller bag and take it to the bathroom, throwing your toiletries inside. Once you’ve gotten all the necessities together, you take what’s left of your life and head down the hallway.

You hear his quick footsteps on the floor behind you, but you don’t turn around.

“Wait,” he says, his voice cracking. “Wait, please. Don’t leave me. I love you.”

You swallow hard, but you still don’t look at him. Seeing his face will only make it harder to go, and you know this is what you need to do. Without another word, you open the door and shut it behind you.

Maybe one day Namgyu will pull himself together, and maybe then a life with him will be possible. Until then, you can’t keep putting yourself through the torture of loving him.

[radmista]

Sowing seeds of discontent and disharmony by hanging up on my parents birthday phone call the second my mom asked if I gained weight. Hope that sits badly on their minds while they think about how that's the first call I've engaged with them in 2 months and it was for the dogs birthday. Dad scrambling to text me for my mom that she didn't mean it. Like fuck I told her I've been having a rough month and day. She couldn't keep it to herself that badly. Fucks sake

[macchiatosdumptruck]

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[ilkkawhat]

turns out i'm incapable of making a mistake and coping with it like a mature adult

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[duncanor]

I FUCKING HATE LIBRE OFFICE

WHY THE FUCK DID MY ESSAY FUCKIN' EXPLODE

[fearandhatred]

y'all i can't with this fuckass group project holy shit just let me do everything by myself i can't take this anymore

[thislittlekumquat]

This post is mostly for my moots who know me irl because you will know how ridiculous this is given the way I am as a person, but my job is so miserable right now that after juggling about 5 peoples' worth of work for 2 weeks with zero support from supervisors, one of my supervisors told me yesterday that someone at a lower pay grade than me complained about me, and that my speech to that person was "borderline abusive".

[bumblingbabooshka]

Worst Guy Ever - Also, Unfortunately, Very Homosexual Convo. (subtextually)

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Pennyworth (2019-2022): A Review

*messages temple* so anyway, i'm dropping the show at second episode.

Pennyworth is a good competent execution of a forced, subpar story really. The aesthetics, the visual storytelling, the narrative transitions are very clean and pleasing and wonderful, pains me to say it truly— but it's far better editing than the majority of Gotham TV.

And that execution still doesn't save it. The story feels cliche, vaguely vapid and inconsequential. really, good directing and good OST wasted on a lukewarm story. it's nonthreatening, "occasionally weird and flirty" is the best it gets, and it tries so hard for plot, but there's none, and what little there is to look for, it just can't make you care about it. The whole story is trite and unsure of itself, flimsy at the edges. And none of it matter at all to the characters or to you as an audience.

And another thing is— the story feels so uncomfortably detached and standalone-ish for a narrative that cannot stand on its own two feet. It tries to individuate from the common Batman [and more particularly GothamTV's] interpretations while establishing such willy nilly relationship with its preceding narrative and ultimately Alfred's characterization falls flat on its face somewhere inbetween Gotham's and Pennyworth(2019)'s story. "Pennyworth" miraculously leaves out everything that made the Gotham!Alfred interpretation distinct and captivating —It leaves out the uncomfortable weirdness. Pennyworth!Alfred feels too hip, too trendy, too effortlessly sly, too acceptably proper, too sanded and smoothed all around the edges. Which is such shame really, because the cinematography, the atmosphere, the music, it's all done so tastefully, so well executed, but the narrative pace and the story is so forced and too fast and too insincere and cliche.

[robinsnest2111]

hmm still unhappy about not knowing if my symptoms are because of autism (there are way too many autism things I relate to) OR the result of many years of childhood emotional neglect and other unlucky circumstances

BECAUSE APPARENTLY BOTH CAN PRESENT IN SUPER SIMILAR WAYS????

[localrobosexual]

literally insane that youtube will put blatantly transphobic ads RIGHT in front of me with zero repercussions or hesitance at all like. ok guess we're doing this now

[areyoudoingthis]

so apparently I'm being asked to "choose a gender" for the property paperwork for my house because "non binary isn't an option" and I'm developing an eye twitch. do these people know they make laws for a reason

[absolutelygorkedmydude]

Uh. Got a little carried away in the tags. But this is very interesting!

little joel on youtube got me wondering what the percentage is actually like. please reblog so i can get more responses and thus a more representative data pool for my demographic of "people who use tumblr in 2023"

[historicalhiccups]

delete later