Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)
Word count: 3k
Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;)
There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!
A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!
Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.
You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.
Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.
You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.
You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.
Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean
A/N: Sorry it’s late haha, but I actually really got into writing this part, so it’s kinda long (9 pages long). Also… I’m not sure how long this Scott series is going to last but based on how this one went, I’m betting not very long. Anyways, enjoy and give me some feedback! Also, just so you guys know I started part 3 last night!
“College weekend! Are you ready honey?” Your mom asked.
Arousal rushing through your veins as he captures your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. His warm hands trail over your arms, making you shiver as he suddenly pulls away.
Slowly you open your eyes and look down at him, confused and excited what’ll happen next.
“Come and sit on my lap.” Peter orders roughly.
A small groan leaves your mouth as you feel the bulge on your crotch, moving slowly against it. With a growl he presses his lips on your neck, sucking the sensitive skin there.
“Peter.” You groan pleading as he grabs your hips and rubs himself faster on you. “No teasing, please.”
“Mh, but only because you begged so nicely..”
When he speaks again, it’s a low rumble in his chest. “If you keep doing that, dove, neither of us is going to get any sleep.”
Heat coils in Elain’s stomach. “I’m not tired.”
Lucien stills for a moment, and then one of his hands comes to trail up her arm, knuckles skimming against her skin and raising goosebumps. Her heart drums in her chest, afraid he’ll stop her or draw back, but she presses a kiss to the bit of his chest exposed by the deep V of his shirt collar.
He makes a faint humming noise. “Wicked little thing, aren’t you.”
Elain flushes a little. “I don’t mean to be.” She’s glad they’re not making eye contact or she’d never have the courage to say, “I just… want to touch you.”
All of the oxygen seems to go out of the room, the way it does when fire ignites in a burst and eats it up. The fingers on her upper arm stop, and for a beat Elain thinks she’s made a mistake.
“You can touch me all you like,” Lucien says coolly.
Arousal courses through her at his answer and Elain bites back a noise. Lucien’s fingers come up to grip her chin, tilt her head up towards his.
His gaze flickers over her. “As long as I get to touch you too.”
It’s jelly time! Gently pulsing jellies are beautiful to watch, but don’t let these unassuming invertebrates fool you. Their graceful trailing tentacles and oral arms are covered with stinging cells for snaring prey.
I feel like we haven’t appreciated this moment as a fandom enough.
Like there was plenty of room behind her to walk but Fitz chooses to brush up against her to prolong the contact between them in that moment. Touches between these two are always significant and especially in this scene, it was a symbol of comfort between the two of them.
You skin was tingling everywhere Crowley’s lips trailed, goose bumps appearing on your entire form. If this was his idea of taking your mind off of things, then you were more than okay with it…that was until he decided to do something no one ever took time to do.
It all started from your lips, but then he trailed down your arms causing you to jerk them up when he placed a kiss to your scars. “Crowley! What the hell?” You halfway yelled.
He only shushed you and took your hand in his and returned his lips. “Darling, there isn’t anything to be ashamed of…These…these tell your story. They show are strong you are…They are what make you, you.” He continued down both arms before trailing his fingers down your sides and placing his lips to your abdomen, his scruff scratching slightly. “And no matter how much you hate this part of your body I will always love it…so perfect…”
As uncomfortable as it was for him to pay so much attention to the parts of your body that you always chose to ignore, you couldn’t help but sigh and relax into his touch. Being in his arms always did bring a since of comfort and security that no one else could give you.
You closed your eyes as his mouth trailed over your thighs, pinkish scars holding painful memories there also. Soft lips pecked each and every line before nipping at the soft skin. “You just don’t even understand how beautiful you are, kitten. I don’t know how you don’t see what I do…You’re perfect…just the way you are.”
Imagine walking in on Sam while he’s getting dressed.
You had not planned for this to happen, much less intend it. You had not even imagined this would happen when all you wanted was to ask Sam what he wanted you to make for dinner. And you were that occupied thinking about everything that had been going on lately that you didn’t even think of knocking. On second thought though you really regretted it… and not.
You opened your mouth to speak but all words got caught in your throat and your mouth went dry. You blinked as your eyes were wide at what stood in front of you.
Or sort of. But he had his back turned to you and he couldn’t see how you were clearly staring at him. Your eye wereglued on his toned muscles of his back flexing as he dried his hair with a towel. Your eyes trailed up his arm and you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out a shaky – dreamy sigh. As surprising as it sounded, even if you had known the boys for years, and lived with them just as many you had never walked in on any of them or seen them shirtless. But neither had them.
So it certainly was a sight for sore eyes to see that tanned back of Sam’s. You loved the way his shoulder moved and you trailed his spine with your eyes to the curve of his back. Gosh that curve was going to be your weak spot. Not that everything else of his already wasn’t. Yes you had feelings for him, but it was not something you were going to speak about anytime soon. Sam ruffled more his hair with the white towel, trying to dry them, turning just slightly to give you a sneak peek of that perfectly tones chest.
You were going to lie if you said that the mere sight of that tattoo on his chest wasn’t a turn on already. You bit your lip as you shamelessly checked him out. Alright, nobody could blame you: you loved the man. Maybe you were friends but yours feelings gave you every right to admire it all. His towel was over his eyes so he couldn’t see you standing there. But you were having a really hard moment not making your presence known at that second not just because of the sounds that threatened to leave your lips but also the fact that you wanted so bad to run your hands all over that body.
He turned his back again to you, taking the fluffy towel off his head and the minutes seemed to go by so slow when his other hand trailed down and took hold of the towel around his hips. You literally held your breath when he let the towel drop and you saw, well, the naked truth. Your breath itched on your throat at the sight that stood in front of you. And as if that wasn’t enough he was turning around now.
His eyes first found you though, making him jump, and jut before you could actually see it all you squeaked and covered your eyes. An almost inhuman sound left your lips and you heard him curse when he jumped and hit his foot.
“(Y/n)!” he exclaimed as you quickly turned around.
You felt your face heat up “I saw nothing! I swear!” you said in a high pitched voice and heard him let out a shaky sigh.
“You could have knocked.” he said, although he didn’t sound as angry as actually embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry.” you squeaked out, no leaving any room for him to say more.
“No, (Y/n) wait-!” but he couldn’t utter more as you shut the door behind you. You rested your back against it for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest as your eyes were wide.
You tried to steady your breathing but couldn’t when you thought what you had actually seen. Because you had, and there was no unseeing that.
Imagine Thomas over reacting when he think’s you’ve been lost. **All credit belongs to the person who made this gif** This takes place when they meet the two girls from Group B/the Right Arm (from the movie not the book).
“Thomas! Are you ok?” cried Teresa. “Yeah I’m fine. Where’s (Y/N)?” he questioned, his voice was rushed while his thoughts were gathering on where you could possibly be. Last he checked you were definitely in the car ride, sitting in the front seat with Newt, staring out into the wasteland. You were there when the car ride had stopped, and all jumped out too see all other cars jammed up in the tunnel. You were there when that first gunshot was heard from a distance. “Where is she?” his concerning voice shook Teresa out of her gathered thoughts of where (Y/N) could be as well. Thomas stood up, not caring if he was shot from a distance. “(Y/N)!” he screeched. “It’s alright Hermano! Look!” Jorge pointed. Thomas eyes peered over to see the new distanced scene a few metres back. Newt, began to stand up, dusting the dust off him, then a cough was heard. “It’s alright (Y/N) I gotyou.” Newt said, a light smile plastered on his face. You gave him a kind smile, and reached up to grab his hand. “It’s alright Tommy! She’s alright.” Newt called over. Thomas blinked, hardly believing that they’d survive that gunshot from above. Thomas rushed over, leaving Teresa behind. “I’m sorry I left you!” he cried, pulling you in for a hug. “Thomas, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about me so much.” you said, returning the hug. Newt just smiled and laughed, he was glad his friends were safe. “Enough with all the hugging. And lovey dovey stuff.” Brenda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We need to keep a look out.” she reminded. Every nodded, but Thomas was not wanting to let go.
All the rage Brinn felt over the thought of having to go into hiding once more surged to the surface. The muscles in his arms stood out as one hand twisted the Miqo’te’s arm behind his back and the other grasped at the man’s throat. His voice was a harsh growl. “What the fuck do you want with me?” His fingers pressed into the soft flesh. The Miqo’te’s heels drummed against the chocobo stable, sending dust flying into the air.
“Please…” The Miqo’te screamed as Brinn’s knuckle found a weak point in his lower back and hit it hard. “P…lea…se… I had to find you…”
“WHY?” Brinn roared out as he slammed him against the shed once more. “Why are you after me?”
Claws scrabbled at the back of Brinn’s arms, frantically trying to loosen his grip. Blood trailed down his arms, but he took no notice. The young Miqo’te’s face flushed as he struggled to breathe.
If Sam could recount all the things that you were to him, he would, but that was nearly impossible as you were so many, many things to him. As he laid on his side, your warm body softly nestled into the curve of his and his finger trailing lightly on your arm, he saw all the things you were, the sum of which was love, and that love came in many forms over the years.