#c: mike

[vicedmuses]

maybe it was true that brett prided himself on gaslighting people. mike was supposed to be his victim even thirty minutes ago. he had been chasing the man across the city for quite some time now. it was fun, thrilling, got things pulsing within him. then they entered the shack and everything changed. it was like something had sparked within the other man and it radiated out to him. the vampire had only seen that type of fuse be lit when he was dealing with witches. he didn't think too much of it though. what the stranger was didn't really matter. all he knew was that he was also turned on. he no longer wanted to kill the younger man. maybe he still wanted to drink from him, but not to the point where his body was going to go limp in his arms. only enough where he could get some semblance of nourishment and arousal all at the same time. from his experience, biting someone and keeping them alive could've been intimate. suddenly that's where his mind was going towards.

all the while they're flirting up a storm and getting to know each other, the werewolf thinks someone is close to dying. this has happened before. where his brother is hunting someone down and if he's close enough, he can almost feel the rush coming from him. often times he doesn't make it in time because the sadistic vampire is far too focused on feeding than anything else. he doesn't let the chase go on for too long. although this time around, it seemed like there was no real danger. if anything, he would've assumed his brother was just about to get his cock out. meanwhile, brett was having the time of his life. “i'm always the one that gets a reward. if i don't get off, no one around me is going to.” when he grinned this time, his fangs were exposed. both because he was aroused and because he wanted mike to see all parts of himself. “it's not something that can be so generalized. maybe i've just been watching you for a while. the others it's just something that i spot that makes me interested in them. with you? it's been everything.” by that point, he didn't think he needed to be shy about admitting the truth anymore. he shook his head when mike asked if he should lose interest. “love, i don't think that's something that can happen anymore.” his brows perked up when the man asked him that question. “maybe. let's just say this pretty boy is making my blood all rush to the same place.” another comment on how turned on he was.

the question did seem to make brett pause a bit. would he have helped mike? even if he didn't know him and they hadn't had this interaction yet? even though he hesitated, the answer seemed too clear to miss. “i'd help you, but not everyone is as hot as you are.” he winked at him, still laying that charm on as thick as possible. hearing the fact that mike wanted to be claimed by him, wanted to be his, was going all to his head. he wanted to do all of those things too. for some reason, he couldn't get the man off of his mind anymore. he didn't know how he was going to walk away from this. would it be so bad if they just hid out in the shack for the next couple of hours? “i'm going to breed you. i'm going to make you mine. no other man is going to be able to touch you after i'm done with you.” although all of that slowly slipped away from his hands when his brother walked in. cockblock. rhett continued to look in between the two of them, confusion only growing on his face. “so he was attacking you, but you also wanted to fuck him in a shack that isn't neither of yours?” the werewolf stepped closer. he noticed that mike's shirt was ripped. at the same time, the vampire looked a little insulted. “so he gets your name right away and i had to work for it?” rhett rolled his eyes to briefly look at his brother. “shut up. i don' think that you have any place to talk right now. i told you to stop hunting people down.” especially hot guys, but he wasn't going to say that out loud at that point. he did take his jacket off and threw it around mike's shoulders. his facial features looked soft, concerned, coming from a full place of empathy. “nice to meet you mike. i'm rhett. i know that my brother brett can be a little intoxicating sometimes, so please know that i'm not judging you for anything that happened today.” as his hands fell down to the other's arms, it could easily be sensed that he was warm. warmer than a regular human and much warmer than the vampire. “do you need someone to take you home? i kind of ran here so i don't have my car, but something tells me that you're not against to walking. i can also get us an uber. i'm a detective, so you're safe with me.” brett stepped forward and grabbed mike's other arm with his hand. almost like he was pulling him away from his brother, or at least trying. “or you can come with me.” the vampire smirked at him again. “you know i'm not going to hurt you. i don't bite, unless you ask me to. so you're sage with me.” what would the man choose now? two brothers. two creatures. all in direct contrast of each other.

Mike was acting like some love-struck teenager—giddy, flushed, and awkward in the worst possible way. It was ridiculous, considering he didn’t even know the guy’s name. He hadn’t exactly had time to ask, not when he was busy running for his life. And yet here they were: tangled up in each other, kissing like they meant it, grinding against one another in a heat that felt more like defiance than desire. If anyone saw them, they’d probably call it arguing without the hostility. Mike would’ve called it something closer to flirting. He caught himself smiling more than he should’ve, laughing at things that shouldn't be funny. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Maybe he’d finally snapped. Maybe this was his spiral—sweet and messy and completely fucked. This guy wasn’t innocent. Mike knew it from the way he moved, like he’d been ready to kill him a few hours ago without even blinking. And yeah, maybe Mike would’ve done the same. In any other world, they’d be beating each other bloody, not making out in the ruins of whatever the hell just happened.

The smugness, the cocky grin—anyone else and it would’ve been a turn-off. But with Brett? Somehow it worked. Somehow, Mike found himself loving it. Maybe even craving it. “Oh?” Mike teased, eyes narrowing playfully. “Is that more of a reward for me or for yourself?” His voice dipped into something low, something bordering on seductive. “I’ll take it either way.” There was a sharpness to the way Brett carried himself—like he always had the upper hand. And maybe he did. But Mike wasn’t going to let him have the last word so easily. “You didn’t say it, but you treated me.” His voice caught, not quite accusing, not quite grateful either. “Oh really? You watch them from the shadows or something? How do you know they’re smart—just from the way they look?” He didn’t even care about the answer. Not really. All that mattered was this—the heat between them, the way their words crackled like live wires. “Uh huh. So I should lose interest, then? Since you’re not trying to impress anyone?” Mike asked with a slow, knowing smirk. Truth was, he was already impressed. But Brett didn’t need more ego boosts. He was already drowning in his own charm. “Oh?” Mike breathed, feeling that familiar spark flare hot in his chest. “Is it ‘cause you’ve got a pretty boy under you? And now you wanna bruise me instead?” There was no hiding it anymore—he wanted Brett. Wanted his attention, his affection, all of it. If he could’ve kept Brett’s eyes on him forever, he would’ve. Because somehow, against all logic and reason, Mike couldn’t get enough.

“So... if I was in danger,” Mike asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper, “or needed medical help—and you were off shift—would you help me? Or would you just die?” It wasn’t really a question. Not after everything. Not after Brett had tried to kill him. Why the hell would he help? But something told Mike the answer wasn’t that. Maybe it was the way Brett looked at him—like he wasn’t just prey anymore. Like something had shifted. Maybe something had dropped—chemically, emotionally, cosmically—because there was no sane explanation for the way he was ready to lose his virginity in an abandoned shack to a man who’d wanted to kill him. And maybe still would again. None of it made sense. Their thoughts were hazy, instincts twisted. Every touch felt electric. Too much and not enough. And there was no one around to hear Mike’s moans echo off the rotting wood, raw and desperate as Brett’s hands moved over him like he knew him—like this wasn’t new. Like they’d done this a thousand times in some other life. “Please,” Mike gasped, words tumbling out unfiltered, soaked in need. “I want to be yours. Take me—claim me.” It was more than lust. It was some toxic mix of obsession and hunger and whatever the hell this was. Mike’s mind was spinning, so lost in Brett, he didn’t even hear the door creak open until a voice shattered the air. His heart jumped into his throat. A soft yelp escaped him, and he tried to move, but Brett had him pinned—strong and unyielding, like his body already knew Mike’s better than Mike did. His face burned crimson, and he turned away, unable to look at the newcomer. But Brett had already shifted off him, calm as ever, like this wasn’t the most humiliating moment of Mike’s life. Although he managed to catch Brett calling the other a brother. Brother? Mike scrambled to cover himself, hands shaking as he tried to form words that didn’t sound completely insane. “No—I mean—he was… no, not like that, it was consensual, okay? I mean, he was trying to kill me earlier, but we’re good now?” He winced. “Not that I—like—offered myself or anything. I’m not just—God, I don’t even know what happened...” He finally forced himself to look up. And froze. The guy standing in the doorway wasn’t just hot—he was unreal. Sharp jawline, piercing eyes, the same magnetic energy Brett had but… different. And worse? That same unshakable pull twisted in Mike’s gut. Like gravity, but personal. Intimate. Immediate. “Umm… hi,” he said, dazed, heart still racing. “I’m Mike.”

[qsmpphotoalbum]

[devirtute]

@accidentallymagic asked: BEG (Mike to Damon)

MEME: ♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  STATUS: accepting

oh how he loved when people begged. damon felt a shiver go down his spine as he stood up, walking over to mike. "keep going, i didn't tell you to stop." the vampire ran his hand over the man's cheek, giving it a soft stroke. "i want you to go into full detail of how you want me to ruin you. then if you beg well enough, maybe i'll finally touch you again."

[vicedcanons]

@rencissance asked: 7. [MM] (Mike/Teddy)

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

the two of them were done with their practice and yet still found ways to spend time with one another. teddy had invited mike back to his place just to hang out, maybe watch a movie or something. after a couple of lingering touches on his bed, he turned around and finally did what he had been waiting weeks to do. teddy leaned forward and pressed his lips against mike's, moving his hand down to rest on his lap. "good job at practice today, bro."

[deerdogs]

wait i’ll put this one up too today. cuz its funny

[paladinsbrainrot]

[bigtittiecomitte]

Pov: You grew up with the swag

[cassiemeadows]

In that moment, Cassie had never felt more grateful to anybody than she had to Mike. What he was offering to do for her was more than maybe anybody ever had, definitely anybody she had ever dated. He was saying all the words she needed to hear, but had lost sight of under the weight of her own self-pity. "I mean, it's a bit my fault." Despite the fact he was opening her eyes, a part of her was still defensive over her friends. "I mean, if I hadn't have laughed at her stupid dress, none of this would be happening."

His next reaction was not one Cassie expected. In the time she had known Mike, she'd known him to be a fairly level-headed guy, and the matter-of-fact way he declared his own anger towards his friends, and his intention to tell them off if it was out of the blue. She couldn't help the fact that it made her feel good to hear it from him, to know that someone was on her side. It even managed to coax a smile out of her. "You know this means a lot to me, right?" Cassie wiped at her eyes with her sleeve before speaking. "I mean, you coming out here, and the fact you're willing to drive all the way down there. It's just... thank you." Cassie could feel her cheeks going red. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but it didn't feel all that appropriate while crying in the passenger seat of his car. "i mean, I don't know anybody else who'd miss a live WWE show to be here with me tonight. But yeah. It sounds like a plan. At least if it goes wrong, I can look forward to cheese fries."

"Maybe, but none of this is your fault, Cassie. Not one part of it. The fact they even thought to exclude you in the first place..." Mike's speech cut short. He knew it wasn't as simple as saying 'find new friends', especially given her history with her little crew. It just showed that the foundation of it all had cracks that needed repairs, although this one wouldn't be so easy of a fix. "I think you all need to have a chat is all. Not because of anything you've done, but them treating you like this and thinking it's alright."

He wasn't sure what kind of look was currently on his face, but the idea of staying to watch his idiot siblings have a duel was much less appealing than driving to tell off her friends. Normally, Mike wanted nothing to do with drama of any sorts. This was different, though. This was attempting to wrong a right more than anything else. He was all but ready to go, full-on pedal to the medal, but what had him coming back to earth was her question. The fact she was even considering being unwelcome had his grip tightening around the steering wheel. "Then they're shitty friends, and I have no issue telling them so," he replied before he could even think to stop it. It was one of the rare moments where you could see Mitch and Mike's twins side. There was a general lack of impulse control among the Smith's, but Michael was usually one of the best at keeping it steady. Not so much when he was pissed off, though. "Sorry. I'm just...it makes me mad at them. The fact they could be so careless after this long of a friendship...you deserve better than that. If we show up and they're mad about it, then I say screw them. We'll go find one of those cheesy road side diners and have our own special Christmas. Sound like a plan?"

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND | 2013 - 2015 S01E07: Goodbye High

[dextermrgans]

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is--" "Stop! That never helped anybody." Dexter, s01e01

[vicedmuses]

@rencissance asked: WANT: receiver pulls sender’s body flush against theirs, lips crashing together in a frenzy of need. [ From Mike to Ezra ]

after going on another trip, there wasn't anyone that he missed more than mike. that was why by the time that he had the man back in his arms, he was a wild beast. "you're wearing too many clothes." he whispered, breath hot against the man's lips. yet, all ezra could do was bring his body closer, tugging at his hips as he hooked his fingers through the belt hopes. then he finally crashed their lips together, tongue darting out seeking mike's.

[fellinesca]

Mike Faist in Challengers (Luca Guadagnino, 2024)

[devirtute]

@karmamcde asked: 10. [ MM ] (Holden/Mike)

MEME: one of the gif prompts STATUS: accepting

training together was one thing. people were stilled worried about holden's heart, but he was a surgeon now. he literally was connected to so many people that could help if something happened. that's why he reassured mike that he could handle whatever the man threw at him, but this wasn't what he thought was in the cards for the two of them. he wasn't going to complain or back out though. "i would've skipped the last reps if i knew this is what you wanted all along." holden pressed his hands on mike's back, grabbing him by his waist. he continued to pump his shaft in and out of the other's tight hole, groaning every now and then. "feel even better than i imagined."

[vicedcanons]

@rencissance asked: 6. [MMM] (Mike/Jason/Ezra[love triangle au])

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

jason would never pass up the opportunity to have some fun with mike and the fact that ezra wanted to watch? well it was checking off all of his boxes. he stripped down and laid out across the couch and let mike get to work. then he started to move his hands, encouraging the other man to keep going. "fuck, baby, how is it that you're always better than last time?" his right hand landed on the back of mike's head and his left rested right on top of his ass. he turned his gaze over to ezra, winking at him. "like what you see?"

he didn't even wait till he could get all of his clothes off to sit down and enjoy the show. the novelist pushed his pants down to his ankle and took a seat in the living room. then he popped his shirt open and tossed his tie to the side. this was just what he needed after a long book tour. "i am. getting all the good sights from here." he spat into the palm of his hand and then moved it down, slowly stroking his shaft.

[lonelyoleander]

CHOOSE YOUR CHAMPION

[lazleylazarus]

last night magma doodles ft. some other guys idk what's their @ on tumblr upd: top left @kikiweyo