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[bloodvampyr]

𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

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[newblvotg]

[bluestiches]

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Vintage Jayce and Viktor, in their early days

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Sometimes family is the fiends you find along the way

Oh, look, it's everyone's favorite disaster and his exes. You've all got it bad for these undead artistes, and the art is stunning. Please enjoy this collection of Interview with the Vampire fanart.

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.........can I request a smutty part 2 of the jayvik x reader fic 🥺

"my ambition" - part two

pairing: jayvik x fem!reader word count: 1.8k tags: mdni! smut (very explicit and shameless), polyamory, threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talking, doggy style, face riding, vaginal sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, minor aftercare, no use of y/n. notes: i was in the middle of writing it when this ask came in. you read my mind, lol. i may have rushed it and idk if i love it lots but i tried!! ahhh!! credit: art by @/shuploc & divider by @/cafekitsune <- part 1 | part 3 ->

Two mouths left traces over your body—one tender and soft, the other eager and full of energy. Jayce and Viktor had woven themselves deep into your life, leaving a last imprint on your soul. Those two were everything you could ask for, gentle when you sought comfort and tough when you begged more.

“God,” you trembled as your legs spread, Jayce’s lips trailing down your skin until his tongue met with your folds. Your thighs squeezed on either side of his head, and your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, but the attempt to muffle your sounds didn’t last.

You were leaned back against Viktor, nestled between his legs and resting on his chest. Slender fingers toyed with your breasts, pinching at your nipples in tandem with the way Jayce sucked on your clit. Slow and monotonous, making sure that they could savour the sickly sweet sounds that came from your parted lips.

They loved to torture you. Slow and steady until you were a writhing mess.

“Too much?” Viktor asked, the accent thick on his tongue as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. 

“No,” you lied, squirming your hips, but Jayce’s hands kept you pinned to the bed.

His amber eyes flickered up, watching the way you wriggled from his touch. Lapping at your cunt and tasting the sweet juices that dripped down his chin.

A heat stirred in his belly as he watched Viktor’s experienced hands cradle the swell of your breasts, massaging them and twisting your nipples with his index and thumbs. One of his hands pulled from your hips, meeting where his mouth had been and easily slipping two fingers inside you—wet and inviting. 

“Good,” Viktor praised, kissing at your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, licking where he left tiny bruises, “tell Jayce how well he’s doing.”

You were breathless, your walls clenching around the two digits that plunged in and out of your aching heat. “Good, you feel so good,” you croaked, head tilted to the side as Viktor’s warm breath sent shivers down your spine, tickling your skin, “don’t stop—“

“You heard her, Jayce,” Viktor’s spoke, his voice deep in his throat, “don’t stop.”

Your eager lover pulled back from between your legs and continued to finger you with little remorse for your sensitivity, while Viktor’s finger replaced his tongue on your clit. You could see the lustful look in his eyes, how your wetness brought a shine to his stubble-covered chin. His eyes bored into yours, half-lidded, as his fingers curled just right.

Your head tilted back to rest on Viktor’s shoulder, a cry escaping your lips as your cunt was stretched by the fingers inside you. He kept a gentle rhythm over your swollen clit, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear as both men kept you pleased.

Jayce leaned forward, unable to keep himself from crashing his lips against Viktor’s, the sound of their wet kiss loud in your ear and making you twitch. The man behind you moaned, tasting you on the other’s lips, tongues dancing and sliding together. Savouring the taste and loving each other as much as they loved you.

Tired eyes flickered to them, head tilting to watch the display of passion as a lazy smile sprawled across your lips. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jayce noticed your gaze–utterly fucked out from his fingers.

“Look at her. So fucking beautiful,” he breathed as he pulled away from Viktor, a string is spit connecting their lips. Jayce stopped the rhythmic movements of his fingers, and you whined at the sudden emptiness when he pulled away, but you were unable to make any more sounds when the two digits were pushed between your lips, “taste.”

Viktor shuddered, his cheeks burning red as he watched the way you licked and sucked at Jayce’s fingers until they were clean. His erection was hard against your lower back, aching for some form of stimulation. Anything.

You sucked on the two fingers like it was a show, your tongue wrapping around the length as you took them in fully–easily. Knowing very well that the sight of you was enough to rouse excitement from them both.

“Fuck,” Jayce hissed as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, his cock upright and twitching in anticipation, “On your hands and knees. Now.”

You were slow to obey, which he hadn’t appreciated. A pair of rough hands grabbed at your hips and were quick to lift them up once you had settled into the position.

Meanwhile, Viktor, as gentle as ever, pushed a hand through your hair so it was out of your face. He wore a lopsided smile, looking at you so lovingly, a drastic difference from the way Jayce handled you–and you were so fucking lucky to have both.

“Go on,” Viktor cooed at you knowingly, and you did exactly what he was urging.

Fingers tightened in your hair as your hand flattened against the sheets beneath you, and you dipped down. Your other hand gently held the base of his cock as your tongue licked at the tip where a bead of pre-cum had rested.

Viktor’s eyes rolled back at the mere sight of you.

Jayce’s hands grazed over the globes of your ass, squeezing at the flesh as he pressed against your soaked entrance, teasing. You closed your eyes, focused on wrapping your lips around Viktor’s erection and taking it deep in your throat, swallowing around him with ease.

“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? So fucking easy for me,” Jayce groaned the vulgar words, watching as his cock disappeared inside you and his fingers squeezed your ass hard enough to leave reddened marks in their wake.

A rugged hum vibrated from your chest, hips shifting as he set up a quick tempo of thrusts that he hadn’t given you any time to prepare for.

“Fuck,” you squealed, Viktor’s cock leaving your lips with a ‘pop’.

His cock pierced deep inside you, rough enough that your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and Viktor leaned forward from the pillows to pepper kisses on your cheeks. A distraction from the waves of pain and pleasure that coursed through your body as you were stretched, a feeling he knew very well.

Jayce groaned, his eyes focused downward and watching the way your cunt tightened around him. Sliding in and out in a quick rhythm that left you white-knuckling the bedsheets beneath your bouncing breasts.

“A perfect little cunt,” he moaned, a hand tight on your hip and the other pushing his hair back as he watched in admiration as you focused your attention on Viktor once more with the little energy you had left. Your head bobbed up and down, swallowing around him as your tongue massaged the underside of his cock–a perfect view for Jayce as he watched the way Viktor’s face twisted in pleasure, an arm resting over his eyes and rosy cheeks.

Both men moaned together, orgasms ramping up quickly.

Viktor gasped, fingers tight in your hair and causing you to whine, “stop–” he warned, teetering on the edge of release sooner than he’d like.

“Let her,” Jayce grunted, whining after a particularly rough snap of his hips, “I’m so fucking close.”

A few beats later, they moaned your name together, the sound sweet to your ears. Swelling your chest with pride and stroking your ego far too much.

Viktor couldn’t stop from bucking deep into your throat, muttering out a quiet apology as he came, honey eyes peeking from under his arm as you swallowed with practiced ease. You pulled away, panting as Jayce thrust inside you one final time, hips jerking as your squeezing cunt milked him.

“You did good,” Viktor murmured under his breath, smiling against your lips as you mewled when Jayce pulled his cock from you. He cupped your cheek, pulling back as his thumb brushed against your cheek, “you can finish now.”

Jayce acted on those words–always having been the one with enough energy to put you two to shame.

He shifted until he was laying on his back beneath you, arms wrapping around your thighs from behind and guiding you with a strong hand on your lower stomach until you were upright. You gasped when his lips connected with your cum-filled cunt, tongue swiping out to flick at your sensitive clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered.

Viktor leaned back against the pillows, watching with tired eyes and a lazy smirk. Much too tired to participate, but more than happy to watch Jayce make a mess of you.

“Jayce,” you whined, your hips rocking as your eyes fluttered shut, and his tongue tasted every inch of you. The pressure of his face against your swollen cunt was all you needed to feel the heat beginning to coil in your abdomen. A high you’d been chasing all night.

Both of his hands trailed along the tops of your thighs, nails raking against your skin. He wanted to do everything for you, to let you feel the pleasure you’d so lovingly provided them with.

His tongue delved deep inside you, and his nose brushed at your clit simultaneously; after a few more rolls of your hips at the perfect angle… you were there.

You cried out his name, your voice cracking as your body shuddered, and you chased the high by gripping your hands in his hair and grinding against him like he was nothing more than just a toy for your pleasure. Jayce kept up with your needs, his chin pushing up so he could fuck you better with his tongue, easing you through the orgasm that had you gasping for air.

You whined as you fell forward when the orgasm reached its height, hips violently twitching as you forced yourself away from Jayce’s mouth and crawled into Viktor’s inviting arms and laid atop him. A whimpering mess that was calmed by gentle caresses and fingers trailing up and down your spine.

A low chuckle bubbled up from Jayce’s chest as he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand, moving until he was collapsed onto the pillows next to you both. 

“I’m spent,” he groaned, pulling the blankets over the three of you.

“You’re spent?” you sighed, “I’m the one who’s going to be sore for a week.”

“And yet, you are the one who begged us all night for this,” Viktor chimed in, a curious look in his eyes as he watched you. The fingers that were on your spine had found your hair, twirling it in his fingers, “I’m joking. Mostly.”

A giggle left your lips as you looked between your lovers, two sets of amber eyes that always made you shy.

“I know. I’m the worst, aren’t I?” You mumbled, sleep creeping up as you felt Jayce roll onto his side and toss an arm over your waist, his face pressed against Viktor’s shoulder as he fell asleep almost instantly.

“Mhm,” Viktor hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head, “terribly so.”

[weepingchronicles]

Could you do yandere jayce talis x reader with the yandere trope of " the yandere who stalks darling, but reader is aware and likes the attention"

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, implied kidnapping, general creepy behavior, reader is kind of a weirdo too?

❝yandere!jayce talis x aware!reader❞

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ Did he think you were oblivious or just plain stupid? Perhaps he was just a bad stalker! But he made no attempts to even cover his tracks, even you confronted him and all he could blubber out were stupid apologies.

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ Not to mention how Jayce was a pretty charming guy overall, almost all the girls studying in The Academy fawned over him. For good reason too.

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ He was handsome, polite, charming, overall hardworking and a good man! Maybe he thought that would be enough to make you not suspect him as your stalker?

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ It started off pretty tame to say the least. Showing up randomly at places you'd be at in town, you thought it was coincidence at first but that was just the first of many, many encounters. They all stack up and his little act of, "Woah, I didn't know you'd be here!" was not as believable as it had been the first couple of times.

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ Then the letters started coming in, lovesick gushingly corny handwritten letters came to you every weekend without fail. They carried his signature scent of cologne and you could tell from his handwriting and ink on the paper that it was in fact him. Okay, perhaps you were a bit weird too for noticing that stuff but he's the one stalking you !!

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ You had to admit you were a bit flattered, not many people would dedicate such time and devotion nowadays. It was a rare find and you couldn't help but relish in the attention. You knew it was wrong to encourage such behavior but you couldn't help it, he looked like a goddamn puppy when he'd follow you around.

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ So you started writing him back, of course all under the act of having no clue who he was. You could tell from his joyous attitude that your letters made his day. You could only imagine that he must keep every single page, dedicating a whole box of your letters for him.

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ Part of you was a bit annoyed. He obviously likes you so much and you're clearly reciprocating but he can't summon the courage to just ask you out? Like a normal person?

🛠️ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⚙️｡ Just as you spent your week pondering this, you had no idea that not only was Jayce going to confess to you but he's going to take you home with him! Forever! Now it's time to time out how much you really meant in your letters.

art credit: @/shuploc

[spdrwdw]

Art by Shuploc

Pairing: knight! Miguel x princess!reader

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, no use of y/n

Summary: You were the princess of your kingdom, and Miguel was a knight. What first started off with innocent glances and little gifts turned into something more. However, with the roles you to play in society, your love for each other has an expiration.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I have been thinking about making this into a series or something based on this fic. Let me know if anyone is interested in that. Thank you to the anon who requested this! You guys have really been helping me write. I am still working on my other requests. Sorry if I have been slow in writing. It's that time of year when it's just so busy. If you would like to be tagged in any of my fics let me know. Or, you can simply turn on your notifications for my page and get notified whenever I post. Also, this hasn't been edited so apologies for any grammatical errors.

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At first, it was innocent glances. Peeking through lashes before looking away shyly, hiding behind your fan as to not meet his gaze. However, it proved to be a challenge when you had caught his interest. 

Soon enough, you started receiving little gifts. It never was addressed to whom it was from, but you knew they were from him. 

The gifts and stolen glances continued for weeks until one day, the knight decided to approach you. 

You never had him so close to you before, and while you knew he was rather tall, you didn’t know he was that tall! The way he towered over you sort of intimidated you, however, your uneasiness faltered when he gave you a gentle smile and bowed to you. 

You gave him a gentle smile back, however, not uttering a word to him. He didn’t mind, though. He still took the time to glance your way.

Encounters such as these became more common, and it had gotten to the point where Miguel would actually escort you to places. Wherever it was you wanted to go. You always asked for him, if he was available, and when he was, he would always say yes. 

He would always stay two paces behind you, even if he had to walk slower. While you didn’t talk to each other much, he would still greet you, calling you ‘princesa’. You didn’t know why, but you always felt butterflies in your stomach whenever you heard him speak. His voice was so smooth, like butter, a bit husky at times, but still a voice that you would love to listen to every single day. 

It would be a couple weeks later that you both began to hold conversation. It would be during one of your afternoon walks around the castle gardens. Miguel began the conversation, talking about the flowers as you both passed by them, and tell you how they reminded him of his late mother. You also learned that day that his younger brother was currently in training to become a full fledged knight. You could hear the pride in his voice. 

A couple months had then passed. Winter had arrived. And that was the first time he stole a kiss from you from behind a tree trunk.  While it wasn’t the first kiss you’ve had, it was the first time you felt sparks. The first time you felt something. Something igniting inside of you. You knew you weren’t going to be able to shake him off of you.

And, that wasn’t a good thing. 

Still, neither of you could help yourselves. You both had grown closer, shared secrets, told each other stories of one another. Miguel had not only become someone whom you snuck glances and kisses with, he had become your friend. 

And, you wish you could become something more. 

“There is something on your mind princesa. What is it that is troubling you?” Miguel asked as the two of you strolled through the kingdom. As always, he kept two paces behind you. 

You simply shook your head, shaking away the thoughts that plagued your mind. Glancing over at him, you gave Miguel a warm smile. 

“It’s nothing. Really,” you assured him. 

He could tell you were lying, however, he didn’t dare question you. 

As the seasons changed and time went by and the two of you continued to grow and change, so did your feelings for each other. 

No longer were they stolen kisses or innocent strolls through the kingdom, but, there were also more intimate moments as well. 

Whether at the horses’ stable, somewhere hidden in the gardens, or even in your private chambers, you two shared intimate moments.

Your relationship had to be kept secret, of course. Miguel was simply a knight- while a very high ranking one, his duty was to protect the kingdom and the crown. And you were the kingdom’s princess, and the one who will eventually be wearing the crown Miguel had sworn to protect. 

“I hear that your father will be hosting a ball within the coming months,” Miguel commented as the two of you laid naked in his bed, limbs tangled together. 

You simply let out a hum, not really wanting to think about it. Your father was hosting a ball in an attempt to get all of the eligible princes and the like to meet you. You knew the time would eventually come, in which you would have to look for a husband to marry. You were to become queen of your kingdom, and you were to have a crowned prince and bear heirs. 

However, you didn’t want to marry any one of those men who will be attending that ball. You wanted to be with Miguel. 

Miguel turned to look at you, his hand gently gripping your chin so you’d turn to meet his gaze. 

“There is something on your mind, princesa. I wish you would let me in.”

Letting out a sigh, you nodded your head. “Y-yes. Yes there is. I just. It’s about the ball. It’s my father’s attempt to find someone for me to marry.”

You glanced over at him, trying to read his expression. Miguel was good at hiding his feelings and keeping a stoic expression. He was a trained knight, after all. And one of the best. 

“Of course. It is time for you to start thinking about marriage. It is your duty as princess to not only become ruler to our kingdom, but to have a crowned prince at your side and have heirs.”

You frowned at his words. You knew that. But, you didn’t want to. 

“And..what will happen..to us?” You then questioned.

 You didn’t want to end what you had with Miguel. He had not only become a good friend, but an amazing lover.

 And, you had fallen in love with him. But, you didn’t know whether to tell him or not. Of course, it was best if you didn’t. It would only end up breaking you even more if you admitted your feelings to him. Besides, you were sure Miguel didn’t feel the same way, right? You were the princess. Any man would’ve been lucky to have gotten with you. At least, that’s what you assumed. 

You were not aware that Miguel had indeed developed feelings for you, and that he was determined to keep them hidden from you. There was no need for the unnecessary heartbreak. However, watching you leave him was going to be heartbreaking enough as it is. It was best for him to take this love that he had for you and take it to the grave with him. You would forget him in due time. Miguel would most likely perish in war, and you would live the rest of your days ruling a kingdom and raising your heirs alongside your husband. 

“I don’t know..”Miguel finally answered after a moment of silence clouded the room. 

“We would most likely simply go back to how things were before.”

“But, I don’t want that,” you stated, sitting up slightly, covering your bosom with his covers. 

“It isn’t about what you want, princesa. It’s about what your duty as princess and future queen holds. There was never meant to be anything between us. You and I must both be aware of that. We can keep whatever we have going on for only so long. After that…I will go back to being a mere presence that is ordered to protect you.”

You looked down at his hand that rested beside you, grabbing it. It was so much larger than yours. The skin was rough; a sign of wear from training and battle. It’s one of the things you loved about him. His battle scars decorated his body, and you don’t know why but, you loved feeling every curve of them. 

“At the end of the day..none of this would’ve worked out. You and I both know that. Princesa, look at me,” Miguel sat up now, taking both of you hands in his. 

“We can never work out. You and I are from different backgrounds. Different social classes. You are of royalty. And I am a simple commoner. Our worlds were never meant to clash.” 

“But, they did,” you whispered, looking up at him. You could feel a lump in your throat. You didn’t want to say goodbye to this. To Miguel. To your love for him. 

“We can’t just pretend nothing ever happened, Miguel. I know you may not…feel the same way about me as I feel about you, but, I can’t just let this go,” you swallowed. 

“You will forget about me, princesa. You will. Your mind will be filled with other things as well as your time and your bed,” he told you, giving your hands a gentle squeeze before lifting them to his lips and kissing between the knuckles. 

“I will always be dutifully loyal to you. I will never be far from your side. And-“ he paused for a moment, averting his gaze from you. 

“My heart will belong to you, princesa. Even after we both move on, it will belong to you. Our time together will be something I keep and cherish until my very last breath,” he whispered, looking back to you. 

You stared at him for a moment, feeling your eyes glossing over. You didn’t want to let him go. You couldn’t. 

“So will mine!” You then blurted out. 

“My heart. My love. My everything! Every bit of me will always belong to you.”

Miguel shook his head, “No, princesa. You need to move on. You can’t be clouded by things that will be of disservice to you. Do you understand me?”

You shook your head in return as you got out of the bed, out of his warmth. 

“How can you just tell me to forget about you? Do you think this was all just for fun?” 

You knew he was right. You were well aware that they could never be. No matter how much she wanted it. She had to move on. Heck, she should’ve never even accepted his advances in the first place. 

“Of course not!” 

“Then why do you think that I can forget you just like that? Miguel. You pursued me. You sent me gifts.”

“I know. And that was a grave mistake on my part. I was not thinking. I was young and naive, then. Had I actually given it thought…I would’ve never done it,” he frowned, shaking his head. 

“So, this was all a mistake to you?” You glared at him.

“Of course not. I cherish all the times we spent together. This wasn’t all just for fun. It wasn’t because I was simply bored or I wanted to because I felt the need to waste your time. What I felt for you..what I feel for you..is real. This-” he motioned to the both of you, “-this is real to me. My feelings for you are genuine. They are real. And that is why I must let you go, mi princesa. Because, if I keep this up for much longer I don’t know if I will be able to handle the heartache.” 

You couldn’t help but to let the tears that filled your eyes spill over. You have known this man for a couple of years now. You had shared secrets, told stories of one another, shared dreams and shared each other’s beds. 

Miguel whispered your name, reaching out to you, yet you moved away from him. He couldn’t help but to frown, feeling his heart sink at you rejecting him. 

“Perhaps you are right. We should end things now..right now that I am able,” your lower lip quivered. 

You loved this man. You were in love with him. Truly. Madly. It just wasn’t fair. 

“Perhaps you are correct,” Miguel simply whispered. 

So, this was it, then. This was the end of it all. Miguel was truly a wonderful experience. You had learned so much from him. He had grown to be someone who you could trust, and you will continue to trust until the very end. 

You began gathering your clothes and proceeded to get dressed, with Miguel doing the same. 

“Shall I escort you home?” Miguel offered. 

You simply shook your head before remembering the time of day it was. It would be unwise to not have an escort. 

“Actually..yes. Please,” you nodded, getting the last bit of clothing on before waiting for him. 

The walk back to the castle was quiet. Too quiet. It was rather eerie, and you did not like it at all. There was no hand holding, no flirty glances, nothing. Just the sound of your footsteps on the cobblestone path. 

You wanted to burst into tears. How could life be so cruel? Your life was meant to be like in the fairytales where you get to marry who you love and happily ever after! You were the princess in those stories. 

And yet, no one knew the truth. The children who listened to the stories. The adults who would tell it to their children. The cruel truth that fairytales weren’t real.

Once you reached the castle, Miguel’s steps went into a halt. This was where he would drop you off. It was too risky for him to enter inside with you at this time of night. 

You didn’t want to say goodbye. Who knew if you would ever see him again. Well, of course you would but, not in the same light. He would no longer be your Miguel. He would simply be a knight whose duty is to protect the crown. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered to you, reaching over to grab your hand, however, stopping just as his fingers brushed yours. 

You weren’t sure whether to trust his words or not. But, when he took a step back and bowed to you, that’s when you knew. 

It was over. 

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tags: @migueloharastruelove , @camzzn

[nobigneil]

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[imaslutforwritingshit]

This man could break me in half, tear my insides into 599 pieces, eat me out until there’s nothing left to eat, destroy me with his megadick, breed me with his fingers somehow, choke me until I accidentally do whiteface, hold a gun to my head and tell me to kiss his feet, and I would not hesitate.

@shuploc ‘s art (unbelievably beautiful 😭)

[madschiavelique]

i do not mean to be overbearing but since we're sharing our ACOI mood boards... everyone's is so good and it made my fomo activate

OMG this is GORGEOUS ! you guys’ moodboards are so COOLL AAAAA

instantly recognised the amazing art of @shuploc (go check out their profile it’s absolutely breath taking!)

i’m in LOVE with the vibe of this academia style fr A Crown Of Ink would totally have some similar mood hehehe

[newblvotg]

[gr0ggy]

ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ (​ᗰIGᑌEᒪ ᙭ ᗷᒪK!ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ)

warnings: 18+ dbf!miguel o'Hara, age gap (reader is 25, Miguel is 44), all characters are adults, dad's best friend Miguel, angst, sexual content, gabriella exists, no use of yn, miguel x reader, Miguel is spiderman, Miguel is a casanova, black reader, descriptions of hair and skin, slow, Miguel doesn't know you're his best friends daughter until later

wc: 2.4k

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The neon sign flickered above the bar’s entrance, casting a soft, electric glow onto the wet pavement. You pushed the door open, the weight of the day still clinging to your shoulders like a heavy coat.

Inside, the bar was a refuge, warm and dim, with the comforting hum of conversation and the low thrum of music filling the space. Your friends were already there, huddled in a corner booth, laughing and talking over their drinks.

You smiled as you approached them, sliding into the booth and letting out a deep sigh. The familiar faces and conversation slowly began to chip away at the tension that had been knotting in your chest all day.

You wrapped your hands around the glass, the condensation cool against your fingertips, and took a long, satisfying sip. But even amid the joy, you found yourself glancing toward the bar a lot, your eyes drawn to a figure that had caught your attention the moment you walked in.

He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding yet somehow unassuming. The overhead lights played in his dark hair, casting shadows over the strong angles of his face.

There was something about how he carried himself, a quiet confidence that made him stand out in the crowded room. His suit was sharp, tailored to perfection, hinting at a man who knew how to take care of himself, and yet there was a casualness to the way he leaned against the bar as if he belonged in any setting.

You weren’t the only one who noticed him. You saw heads turn as he passed, the way conversations seemed to pause for a heartbeat when he was near. But he didn’t seem to notice the attention, or maybe he was just used to it. He was deep in conversation with the bartender, a faint smile playing on his lips. He glanced your way.

There was a spark there, something electric. He held your gaze for what felt like an eternity, then, he pushed away from the bar and made his way toward you. Your friends were oblivious, still caught up in their conversation, but you could feel him getting closer.

“Can I buy you a drink?"

His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of something that made you want to lean in closer. His smile was confident, but there was a warmth to it, inviting you in.

Your friends looked completely and utterly shocked. Not because a hot guy asked you for a drink, but because of your response.

You nodded, the words caught in your throat for a moment before you managed to say,

“Sure.” It was out of character for you. You usually rejected every guy that came your way at bars.

His smile widened, and for a second, the world outside the bar ceased to exist. Your friends glanced at you as if they were happy for you. You stand up and he put out your hand for you to grab.

You took his hand before walking up to the bar, it was big and slightly calloused.

He was acutely aware of how his hand wrapped around yours, the size of it overwhelming, encompassing your smaller hand. But there was a gentle care to it. You reach the bar, and he gestured for you to take a seat at a vacant stool. After making sure you were comfortable, he sat down next to you, his body angled toward you. The stools were set close to each other, your legs nearly touching. "What's your poison?" the man's voice was smooth, with just a hint of a playful undertone.

You thought for a second. "I'll do a Vodka Cran, please."

You said as you lifted your hand to re-adjust the strap of your dress that had slipped off your shoulder.

His eyes were drawn to the movement. “Here, let me help you with that.”

He reached out, his fingers grazing against the skin of your arm as he moved the strap to its original position. It was a small gesture, but he couldn’t deny the electric feel of your skin under his touch. He turned to the bartender, ordering your drink and a Whiskey on the rocks for himself.

"You know," he leaned in a bit closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the other bar scents, alcohol, and something sweet-ripe. "I noticed you the moment you walked in."

Butterflies danced in your stomach as his hand reached out, adjusting the strap of your dress and gently settling it back on your shoulder. You blinked rapidly, momentarily startled by how such a small, casual gesture could ignite such a strong reaction within you.

You listened as he began to tell you how he’d noticed you the moment you walked in. Tilting your head slightly, a playful challenge curled on your lips. "Really? And what was the first thing about me that caught your attention?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity and intrigue.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke, your directness and subtle challenge intriguing him. He took a moment to consider your question, his gaze traveling over your features.

"It wasn't just one thing," He replied, leaning back slightly to observe you further. "It was the way you carried yourself. Confident, but not arrogant. With an air of being completely in your element. And those eyes. I could tell there was something captivating behind those eyes."

The bartender set down your drinks. You watched as he picked up his whiskey, his tan, strong hands effortlessly engulfing the glass. You reached for your vodka cran, taking a small sip from the skinny straw as a smile teased the corners of your lips.

"Wow... you're good, Mr...?" you paused, letting the question linger as you waited for him to share his name. You had to admit, his compliment had caught you completely off guard, but you played it cool.

A low chuckle escaped your throat as he picked up his glass, the ice clinking against the sides. He took a slow sip, letting the whiskey burn down his throat before he replied. "Miguel. Miguel O'Hara."

The smirk played on his lips, a bit amused by your reaction. He had a feeling it wasn't often that a man openly praised you so overtly. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.

"well, Miguel O'Hara, I'm no stranger to your ways." You said before shaking his hand and telling him your name.

You looked away for a moment, taking another sip of your drink. Miguel looked confused.

"My 'ways'?" He quirked an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and playful defensiveness in his tone.

"Absolutely."

You scrunch your nose slightly, a playful edge in your expression.

"You know exactly what to say, complimenting my eyes and what's behind them instead of just my looks... You're a wolf, a Don Juan."

You're not making this easy for him.

Miguel chuckled, raising his glass to his lips once again. Your directness was refreshing and intriguing. "Ah, so you've got me all figured out, don't you?"

He set his drink down, his eyes holding yours with a hint of challenge.

"Perhaps I've just had more practice than most," he said.

The back-and-forth between you both was turning out to be more enjoyable than he anticipated.

"I'm sure you have..."

You let your eyes roam over him, taking in his confident stature, the slight gap of his unbuttoned shirt, and the touch of gray streaked through his slicked-back hair.

Miguel could feel the weight of your gaze as it drifted across his frame, and he couldn't help but feel a small shiver of excitement run down his spine. He shifted slightly on his stool, the movement causing his shirt to reveal a bit more of his chest. He sipped his drink, feigning nonchalance, but the way his eyes followed your every move betrayed his cool demeanor.

"Careful," He teased, Miguel's voice was light, feathery. "You're giving me ideas."

"About what?" you smiled, setting down your drink as well. You knew what he was talking about, but you played innocent anyway. You flung your curly black hair over your shoulder, giving him a good Whiff of your perfume.

the scent filled Miguel's senses, a subtle, alluring fragrance, lilac and pomegranate, that hinted at the sweetness underneath your defiant exterior. His eyes darkened as he breathed it in, a low hum escaping his throat.

Miguel leaned in closer, tilting his head slightly to speak into your ear, his voice a low, velvety murmur. "About all the things I'd like to do to you."

You cleared your throat and swallowed deeply. your face felt warm all of a sudden. Your pussy pulsed, mimicking your heartbeat.

"That was bold." You looked away from him, clearly a little embarrassed by how he affected you. You shifted in your seat as he spoke.

He smirked, pleased by your reaction. He could almost see the heat of your blush as it spread across your cheeks. Seeing you a little flustered was just too endearing. Miguel leaned back slightly, giving you a bit of space.

"I have a habit of speaking my mind," He said with a slight shrug. "And right now, my mind is filled with all sorts of... thoughts about you."

That got you. Your panties were soaked.

Instead of flirting back, you cocked your head to the right, ignoring what he said.

"Where are you from, Miguel?" there was a flirtatious smile on your face, as you stirred your drink with your straw, your chin resting on your other hand.

Miguel chuckled at your attempt to change the subject but decided to humor you. He took another sip of my drink before answering, the whiskey warming my chest.

"I was born here in New York," he replied. "But I lived in Texas for a while."

You shifted on your stool again to fully face you, my gaze still fixed on you intently. "What about you? A beautiful woman like you," He let his eyes travel up and down your form. "Where do you come from?"

"I'm from Ney York," You paused. "Brooklyn..." You watched his eyes as they roved over your body. You started to feel more exposed in your tight, short black dress. "Why'd you live in Texas?"

It took every bit of his self-control to not reach out and touch you right then and there.

"Work," He finally answered, drawing his attention back to your eyes. "A job opportunity too good to pass up."

You looked at him intently. "And what brought you back?"

Miguel's gaze held yours, his eyes studying your face for a moment before answering. He took another slow sip of his whiskey, the liquid burning down his throat.

"Work," He repeated.

You didn't think you'd ever be this attracted to a stranger you just met in a bar.

"So, what do you do for work?" You notice that a speck of lint was on his shoulder. it must've fallen from the ceiling, so you grabbed it, picking it off with a delicate hand. He ignored that.

"I work in biochemistry," Miguel said, his voice a low murmur that hinted at my passion for his job. "I'm a geneticist...I study the effects of cross-species genetics on organisms."

He watched you as you listened, his eyes searching your face for any hint of boredom. Most people's eyes usually glaze over as soon as he mentions his profession.

"Interesting..." You pulled your hand away, grabbed your glass, and took another slow sip of your drink. "You're a science man," you said with a smile that lingered, warm and curious. "So, your job is to study the benefits of different organisms and make advancements to improve human life?" The hand that had just brushed lint from his shoulder now rose again, smoothing a gray strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you spoke. It was as though you couldn't keep your hands from finding him, yet every gesture was careful, measured as if you were trying to honor some invisible boundary.

He was magnetic.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as you repeated his job description back to him.

"That's the general idea," He replied, his voice a touch huskier now as your fingers brushed against his cheek. "Though some of my work has far less... benevolent intentions."

You let your hand fall from his cheek. He missed it. "How so?"

You could feel the alcohol taking hold, not just tipsy, but lightly drunk. It wasn’t overwhelming, just enough to loosen your nerves and give you a tad more confidence in your flirting.

Miguel noticed the slight change in your behavior.

"Well..." He started as he leaned in closer to you. "Some of my work involves creating genetically engineered organisms for military purposes. Things that are meant to be...weapons."

"So you're an evil scientist."

He chuckled. "Evil, hm... I like to think of it as morally ambiguous."

You laughed, leaning in closer on your stool. "Not to make this seem like an interrogation, but I do have another question..."

"Ask away."

Miguel found himself leaning closer to you as well, closing the gap between you even further. The proximity made the conversation feel even more intimate.

"How... How old are you?" You cocked a brow. "Usually, I can tell, but you're... difficult." You frowned slightly, the expression slipping out unintentionally.

He arched an eyebrow in amusement at your question. He was used to people underestimating his age, but you were the first to admit that you weren't sure. He chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Difficult, huh?" he mused, clearly enjoying the way you tried to figure him out.

"I'm 44... you?"

Oh fuck. He was turning you on every time another word came out of his pretty mouth.

"I'm 25. You're much older than I thought you were." You replied.

"is that a bad thing?" Miguel questioned.

"Not at all," You bumped his knee with yours intentionally. "Is that a problem for you?"

He chuckled softly at your response, the subtle bump of your knee sending an unexpected jolt through him. It was such a small gesture, yet it lingered in his thoughts. Shaking his head, a faint smile played on his lips.

"No, not at all,"

"I guess you are morally ambiguous." You chuckled.

"Guilty as charged," He agreed, his eyes never leaving yours. He was enjoying the flirty banter, leaving him uncharacteristically light-headed... or maybe that was the alcohol.

You have a sharp tongue, you know that?" You ignored that comment too, only saying,

"Why don't we get outta here?" You asked, your body was warm and tingly, you were getting drunker by the second and you didn't want to do anything you'd regret there.

"Lead the way," Miguel replied, his voice roughened by the desire coursing through him. He was willing to go anywhere with you at that moment, just as long as you were away from the prying eyes of the other bar patrons.

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[anoradraws]

I wish I had a silly little excuse for drawing this, but I don’t. Enjoy! 

[cupidssorbet]

Tit/ Tongue piercings.

Pairing: Miguel OHara x Reader.

Includes: Mentions of tit and tongue piercings, AFAB but no specific pronouns, looks, etc., tit grabbing/sucking/job, blowjob mentioning. NOT PROOFED.

Art by: shuploc.

Word count: 303.

P.s: I’m sorry I’m posting 6 & 7 on what’s supposed to be day 7, I ended up busy and forgot day 6 so enjoy a double day I suppose! Also this one of my little casual HC + little prompts under them!(extra ps yes I swapped this day with another!)

Summary: none!

Tit piercing:

To be frank MIGUEL didn’t expect it, he was surprised, of all things he didn’t expect you to come home and have tit piercings. Because he’s mid work as per usual and you just come in and flashed him, little gold piercings adorning your nipples catch his eyes immediately.

You best believe he has his hands on them, course he’ll make sure first that your alright with this and then his hands are on them, he loves the way you keen and whine when he patches his mouth over them and rolls them between his fingers it drives him mad. What drives him even more is putting his cock between your tits, watching as you push them together slightly, the way they gleam from the low light, ugh he’s coming within minutes.

“Fuck..They look so damn pretty, shit I’m close, can’t wait to see my cum spilling off those gold piercings.”

Translations: None.

Tongue piercing:

The moment you show him that piercing whether it’s a simple ball or stud you best believe he is kissing on you, tongue and teeth, it’s like a dream for him, you thought he loved the tit piercings well this is like some wet dream for him.

Your lips stretched around his cock, the cold metal of your tongue piercing adding all kinds of sensations that have his hands tangled in your hair, what drives him up the wall is if you lick from the base to the tip, his eyes are glued on the way you move your pierced tongue up his cock, like and I mean laser focused that is if he’s not cumming, and you best believe he’s gonna ask you to stick your tongue out to see his cum on your tongue.

“Oh yeah fuck that’s it..that’s it..Lookit that pretty tongue covered with my cum..”

[spatialwave]

"my ambition" - part one

pairing: jayvik x fem!reader word count: 1k tags: mdni! semi-nsfw, fluffy, poly relationship, reader has a chronic illness, no use of y/n, not beta’d. notes:no summary bc it’s very short n sweet and mostly just some fluff!! will probably write a part 2 to this or use this fic as a base for future one shots hehe. reminder that my ask box is open! 🩵 credits: art by @/shuploc & divider by @/cafekitsune on tumblr!

part 2. ->

“No, no, this doesn’t make sense.”

The flickering flame of several candles lit up the darkened apartment as Jayce sat over a scattering of papers. His back hunched, eyes tired, stubble unshaved and fingers tracing over the writings on the parchments. Forever studying and analyzing ways to work with the hextech, to improve upon it and use it to help others. To help you, and Viktor.

“Sleep is good for the brain.” A tired voice spoke from behind him.

There was a quiet groan that erupted from deep within his chest, a reprieve from the chaos in his mind, as he rested back against the wooden chair that creaked beneath his weight. Your hand, a delicate touch, trailed over his bare shoulders as he worked late in only his nice pair of trousers that were gifted by the Kiramman family.

He hadn’t taken a single moment of rest since a meeting with Viktor and Heimerdinger earlier that day to go over progress of the hextech research. They had hit a roadblock, having advanced so far, yet still struggling to find ways for it to help the people, rather than just Piltover.

Hextech was more than a tool to better run the city and improve upon its trades within Runeterra. If only he could find a way to stabilize the crystal.

“You’re overworking yourself, Jayce,” you continued, arms now wrapping around his shoulders. Your chest pressed against the back of his head, hands palming against his muscled chest.

“I’m this close to a breakthrough,” the man sighed, finding comfort in your touch as he leaned back and let his eyes flutter closed, sleep heavy in his head, “Progress Day is three months away, and what do we have to show for it? An unstabilized crystal?”

Jayce was worked up like this more often than not, the work with hextech had taken the forefront for years now. Recently it had begun to consume him, but you were the recipe to keeping him sane. 

You were his rock, as he said.

“Hexgates, airships, robots,” your posh accent chimed as your body moved and you’d managed to sneak your way onto Jayce’s lap — ultimately severing the line between him and his work. 

Your chests pressed together, faces only a few inches apart as you stared into those honey-coloured eyes.

“Why do you always get so down on yourself?” 

Jayce stared at you, strong calloused hands settling on your hips as you straddled him. He had no ambition to answer, knowing very well that he was his own worst critic and you were his biggest supporter. 

“You’ll get there,” you continued, head ducking as your lips pressed to his jaw. The roughage of his stubble prickly against your lips as you kissed, trailing from under his chin to underneath his ear, “now, I haven’t had a chance to have you in over a week. I think I’m rather deserving.”

That roused a chuckle from him, a toothy grin on his lips as he allowed himself to relax under your touch. 

“I want to do this for you,” he murmured, head lulling back as you kissed down his neck, “something to help.”

“I know,” you soothed, one hand palmed at his chest as you pulled back, a finger touching his chin and tilting his face back to you, “I’ve made it this far, haven’t I?”

Jayce’s eyes opened, and it was like seeing you for the first time all over again. Beautiful and glowing.

Your sickness was well-hidden, a struggle you dealt with behind closed doors. Pain that erupted through your veins, left your muscles weak and skin burning. It came in flares — aches so painful it left you bedridden for weeks.

Once an Academy all-star, now confined to your apartment. You were thankful for Jayce and Viktor, the two most important individuals in your life.

“Now come to bed. I can’t remember the last time you’d managed to stay up later than Viktor,” you smiled, shifting off of his lap. Two quick breaths blew out the candles, and you’d managed to pull Jayce along behind you like a lovesick puppy.

You dropped the robe that had covered your body, revealing your half-naked body save for the underwear that hugged the curves of your hips. The mattress dipped under your weight as you crawled in next to a sleeping Viktor, who had retired to bed with you a few hours earlier.

He rolled onto his side toward you, a slender arm wrapped over your waist and bony fingers pressing into the skin of your hip. You pressed yourself against his frail chest, face buried as you inhaled his scent and Jayce slipped under the blankets on the other side of him.

“Finally wrangled him?” Viktor hummed, half-asleep, as both yours and Jayce’s warmth kept him tired.

“You’ve let him beat you again. You’re losing your drive for all-nighters full of bright ideas,” you murmured, nuzzling against him.

“I’ve long lost that spark,” Viktor mumbled, burying his face in your hair and sighing as he felt Jayce’s hands slide along his bare skin, “I’m a tired old man now. I can live with that.”

Jayce snorted, “I do it for the both of us then,” he murmured into his lover’s ear, breath warm and tickling his skin. A shaky breath trembled out from Viktor’s lips, tensing his arms around you.

You were quick to join in on the fun, lips attached to the base of Viktor’s throat as you left a trail of feather light kisses along his skin. One hand reaching down between his legs and into the briefs he wore.

“Can’t a man get rest?” he breathed out, squirming between you two. 

“No,” Jayce huffed, lips pressed to Viktor’s shoulders as he assaulted him with a flurry of open-mouthed kisses to his skin, teeth and lips dragging against him.

“Sorry, love,” you whispered, licking a line on his neck before suckling on the skin, “I may have riled him up in the kitchen.”

“How awful,” he sighed, though, there was nothing Viktor enjoyed more than having two lips and two pairs of hands traversing his body. 

He melted into the touch as the three of you consumed each other. Hands traveling over skin, lips connected, tongues lapping at each other and clothes ripped from bodies.

The three of you were the embodiment of love. On the worst days, there were no thoughts of giving up. You were each other’s ambition.

[ruanbaijie]

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[x] great news! wei wuxian has died! by @zelkams-art

[x] a moonlit hotel room, just him and the devil 🩸🦇 by @artseamoni

[x] abyss by @no1rubbish

[x] it's coming to an end. by @killpinkflmingo

[x] tenth doctor by @nipuni

[x] he deserved it, didn't he? by @yadovitayasabaqa

[x] with you, always by @kelchenarts

[x] dongfang yanwei & lanhua niangzi | drowning in her eyes... by @clj-art-blog

[x] 人若思念便思念 / 终会相见 by @yingui

[x] "no one has painted me in over 400 years" let's fix that… by @shuploc

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[x] a love letter to you, from 800 years ago by @cn-alastair-lite

[x] yiling patriarch + fashion by @tyeth

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[x] natalie scatorccio + any colour by @shadowhaert

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[x] a bit of a love story in a way, of these two women by @nataliescatorccio

[x] beginnings & endings by @miwtual

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