Warnings: nsfw, pure smut, light d/s dynamics, mention of blood, third mate trope
Aelin grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bedroom. As soon as we’d entered, she gently pressed me up against the door, her body melting into mine. Her hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, all the way to the tips of my fingers, before tracing up my ribs. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know where to put my hands, or anything. So, I gently slid them up her body, skirting around her breasts, and letting them loop around her neck. She’d keened into me slightly - good, I did something right.
“Calm down love.” She whispered, “no need to be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say.” I mumbled, as she placed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and then the other side, before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. Her hand tilted my chin, placing my head at the perfect angle for her. It was soothing, comforting, and sweet. I found my body relaxing slightly, myself easing into her. My arms tugged her a bit closer, and she chuckled. Her hands gripped my waist, and turned me around, walking me back until the back of my knees hit the mattress. She grinned at me, just before her arms looped under my thighs, and I squealed as she threw me on the bed. Right into the middle. She laughed and crawled after me. I spotted Rowan in the corner of the room, standing next to the door with his arms crossed, but a faint hint of amusement showed on that stony face.
Aelin pouted. “Look at me,” and her fingers gripped my jaw, yanking so I’d look at her. Her eyes had darkened slightly, with lust. “Better.” She praised, and I felt my cheeks pink. She did too, because her fingers drifted over it, over the now pink skin, “I love this.”
I almost blanched at that word. Love. But before I could freak out, Aelin kept talking. “Tonight is about you, do you understand?”
I swallowed, but nodded. “Yes.”
“Using your words, look at you - learning already.” She crooned, one hand roughly grabbing my breast, squeezing. I moaned, my body arching up into her, craving her, wanting to be as close as possible. I reached up for her, but her other hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them up above my head. “Can you keep them there, or will I have to tie them to the headboard?”
“I’ll keep them there.” I breathed, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with each new thing she said.
“How good.” I heard Rowan from the side. He was teasing. “I wonder how long that will last.”
I looked back and forth between him and Aelin. “Rowan.” She said, her voice a warning, but I saw that glint in her eyes.
“I think you’re being too gentle.” Rowan kept going. Gentle? Yes, but she’d thrown me on the bed and squeezed harshly. He must’ve seen the expression on my face, because he laughed. A wicked laugh, before he climbed on the bed. His hand held my throat, squeezing ever so slightly - showing he could cut my air off if he wanted, without magic. He squeezed tighter, until I whimpered. His voice lowered, “I’ll ask you one more time. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Rowan, don’t scare her.” Aelin clicked her tongue, but her fingers pinched my nipple, through my top, and twisted - making me yelp and look at her. “Look at him.” She ordered, and I did.
His eyes were intense. That green a promise of pain and pleasure. I felt captivated, mesmerized by him. “Are you sure?” He repeated himself, upset about having to - based on the small squeeze he gave my throat.
“Yes. I’m sure.” I said, maybe a bit more confident as I feel.
“Good.” He answered, my hand moving to scratch at my chest, a nervous habit.
Rowan moves as soon as my hand shifts, one of his hands snatching both of mine and pulling them up, above my head, stretching out my body. “I believe she told you to keep them above your head, are you not capable of listening?” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he speaks right in my ears. Aelin, in the meantime, has straddled my lap, her fingers running up and down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I’m sure it was an accident, wasn’t it petal?” Petal. The mating bond liked that, I could almost see another small golden thread stretching out and sparkling. My body arches into her, my hips undulating to try and get closer to her, to get some relief. I whine slightly when her hand presses my stomach down, pinning me to the bed. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the hollow of my collarbone, her teeth dragging over it, dragging down my body, right to the valley of my breasts, pulling my top down so she can access the skin.
She looked up at me through her lashes the entire time and fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Rowan’s hand pulled my head towards him. It did two things, gave Aelin access to my neck, and let him crash his lips against mine. Aelin’s teeth dragged down the column of my neck, as Rowan’s lips consumed mine. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, biting enough to draw blood, before his tongue ran over them, cleaning up. He licked across the seam of my lips, and I opened to let him in, tasting my blood on his tongue. A smaller, but still calloused hand tugged my head back, and they switched.
I felt so, so close - and I was still fully dressed, still had all of my clothes on.
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I watched Aelin kissing Y/N, and was surprised I didn’t feel any jealousy. I hadn’t the last few days, or even since she came into our lives, but I still thought maybe part of me should feel that way. Aelin pulled up for air, her breathing heavier.
“Why do we still have clothes on?” Y/N demanded, wiggling slightly where my hand still gripped her wrists, and Aelin pinned her hips down.
Aelin climbed off, and let me drag Y/N, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in between her legs. I slowly pulled her tunic off, marveling at every bare inch of skin revealed, my fingers tracing her skin as I went. Aelin’s hands undid her band, her breasts left bare. I sent a gentle icy wind to her, just enough to brush against her nipples. Aelin countered it with a gentle flame - not one to burn, just to send a gentle flicker of heat. She threw her head back and moaned.
“So sensitive.” I tutted, and she tugged at my top, pulling it up over my head. Aelin, behind her, was already naked, and fisted her hair, twisting her head around to kiss her. I made quick work taking both of our pants off, and leaving the three of us naked. All exposed to each other. My hands gripped her sides, thumbs brushing over her breasts. A whimper, right into Aelin’s eager mouth. I’m going to enjoy seeing all of the sounds I can wring out of her.
Once she was completely bare, I knelt in front of her - in between her legs, and spread her thighs, both of my hands pushing her legs as far apart as they could go.
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They each made me finish. Twice. Before Rowan even moved to enter me. They wouldn’t let me touch them, or please them either. Kept saying it’s about me, and that there would be plenty of time for that. Only after a whole lot of begging did Aelin let me taste her.
“Please, Aelin.” I begged. I writhed under her fingers as she leant over me.
“One more.” And she pinched my clit. Pinched it, and I came hard enough to see stars.
She kept her word, and moved us so I could kneel between her legs, her back propped up on pillows. As it happened, she told me exactly what to do to make her feel good. And when words started to fail her, Rowan was there - whispering in my ear. A little harder, slide one finger in, curl. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to make Aelin come undone - and I was eager to learn.
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“Are you ready?” Aelin breathed, kissing my shoulder. Rowan didn’t speak, but his expression asked the same question.
“Gods, yes!” I exclaimed. Rowan’s hand shot to my throat, not squeezing, but gripping lightly.
“Watch your attitude,” He said, with a gleam I didn’t quite recognize.
“Please fuck me.” I breathed, looking back and forth between both of them. Aelin knelt behind me, supporting me alternated between gentle and brutal kisses on my neck and shoulders. Rowan had been between my thighs, doing about the same.
One finger shoved into me, knuckle deep. I whined at the sudden intrusion. “Breathe.” Aelin whispered in my ear. I listened, but my eyes didn’t leave Rowan, not as his finger slowly retreated, before pushing back in. He carefully watched every one of my reactions as he added another, and then a third, stretching me. Preparing me for him, I realized. I must’ve looked nervous as he lined up, because Aelin’s lips captured mine in a kiss, and I felt him slowly inch in.
Gods it hurts. It fucking hurt. I whimpered, a slight tear dripping from the corner of my eye. Rowan’s thumb brushed it away. Green eyes met mine as he lifted it to his mouth, licking the tear off of his finger, and I could see him trembling with restraint, trying to be as gentle as possible. He’s holding himself back. Those strange Fae instincts didn’t like that. They, I, want my mates completely unleashed. All of him, and all of her.
“Why are you holding back?” I demanded.
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“Why are you holding back?” My little defiant mate said right to Rowan, who’s eyes narrowed as he spoke to me,
Should we?
Yes.
He pulled out, almost completely, before gripping her thighs tightly and slamming back into her. Her scream. Pain, one of pain. The pleasure hadn’t hit yet.
“You can take it.” Rowan growled, his hand circling around her neck, as he pulled back out slowly, before thrusting in just as hard.
Another whimper, her eyes widened as she met his.
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Aelin’s fingers prodded at my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck.” She ordered, and I did. Right as Rowan pushed back in again. I fought to swallow down that pain, to wait for the pleasure to kick in, but mother above I’d never been stretched so far. She pulled her fingers out, and went right for the apex of my thighs.
“Aelin.” I moaned, as she hit that same sensitive, overstimulated area. Rowan moved faster, quicker, and I felt my magic tingle to the surface. “So good,” she purred in my ear, “you’re taking him so well petal.”
Faster than I could process, Rowan had pulled out, and flipped me. He grasped around my waist, and pulled me so my back hit his chest, and my thighs spread across his knees. Without another word, he pushed me onto him. All the way down in one thrust.
“Rowan.” His name came out as a mixture between a moan and a whimper.
“Good girl,” His lips brushed over the shell of my ear. “Taking me so well.” A hand grasped my chin, and I felt Aelin’s fingers circling my clit, just as her lips crashed against mine. I was caged in between both of them, and it was pure ecstasy.
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He felt Y/N’s head dropping back against his shoulder,
“Please,” She moaned, “please.”
“Use your words,” he ordered. But such nice manners out of her. Maybe Aelin could learn something.
“Please can I come?” She could barely get the words out,
He pushed her forward so she’d brace her hands on Aelin’s shoulders, “come for us,” Aelin whispered in her ear, brushing hair out of her face. Y/N screamed his name, and Aelin’s, as they both worked together to bring her over the edge.
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I felt Rowan’s canines scraping one side of my neck, and Aelin’s on the other. How did they do it? I have no idea, but they both bit down, right as I reached the edge, and they sent me over.
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Without thinking too clearly about it, I finished inside of Y/N. Aelin didn’t notice immediately, her fire coming out to play with Y/n’s magic, swirling around together like two sides of a coin. The gentle soothing night, and raging flames. Icy wind mixed in with them, swirling together in harmony.
I’ll get a rag. Or several. Keep her distracted.
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I kissed the crown of Y/N’s head, and then her forehead, and her cheeks, to the corner of her mouth, before placing a soft and gentle one on her lips. She let out a small noise of content, completely exhausted. I stroked her hair, murmuring sweet things to her as I held her in my arms.
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Safe, and content. That’s how I felt, wrapped in Aelin’s arms, her hands stroking my hair, lips kissing my skin.
“I’m going to clean you up.” I heard Rowan say. “Then a bath.”
I hummed my agreement, hoping he wouldn’t tell me to use my words right now because I wasn’t entirely certain I could. “Don’t look.” Aelin whispered as I opened my eyes, her fingers tilting my chin up to see her instead. I tried anyway, but her grip was unyielding. Right. Bleeding on my first time. She gave a soft grin as my eyes widened in understanding, and her canines nipped at my nose. I laughed, poking at her cheek in reply. Her hand snatched up and caught it, before she pressed a kiss to the tip.
“Are you two done?” Rowan sounded amused. He ducked as both a small ball of fire shot right for his head, followed by a wave of night. “Bath.” He ordered, looking at me.
“Do I smell?” I huffed, and started pushing myself up.
“Like us.” I could hear Aelin’s wink, “but you’ll be sore, the bath might help with that,” she continued.
“Sore?” I questioned, but in the same moment I tried to stand, just to realize my legs were too shaky, and gave out under me. Rowan caught me with a laugh, like he’d been waiting for that to happen. Smug male pride spread across his face. “You’re insufferable.” I told him. Another grin. He knows, and doesn’t give a damn.
“Let’s go.” Aelin said, and I yelped as she scooped me up, taking me right to their bathroom, before I could argue.
“I can walk.”
“And I can carry you.” She snarled back. Fussy.
Let her fuss. Rowan’s voice popped into my mind, surprising me. Right, mating bond. I told you, she’s twice as bad as me.
And he was right. Aelin climbed in the bath with me, gently washed every inch clean - even if she seemed a bit reluctant to do so. Her fingers dug into my skull, and I relaxed into her, my back leaning against her chest. I might have fallen asleep at some point.
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Aelin. He spoke to her, moving to get her attention.
What. She snapped, focused on scrubbing the shampoo into Y/n’s hair. Like she’d been for the past five minutes.
She fell asleep, love.
Her hands paused, and she peered over to look at our mates face. Oh. Aelin spit off some orders of things for him to grab, and gently woke Y/n back up, finally finishing the longest damn bath he’d ever seen. Aelin can call him a fussy buzzard all she likes, but at the end of the day she’s twice as bad. Maybe even worse with their mate than with him. He doesn’t mind her … fussiness … but he also wouldn’t mind if someone else got to bear the brunt of it for a while.
Edits I need to see when season 2 of pjo comes out
Spoilers for Sea of Monsters obvi
1) An edit to getaway car when the grey sisters are taking annabeth Percy and Tyson back to camp
2) An edit of Annabeth to pride by Kendrick Lamar when she finds out her fatal flaw
3) this is my inner theatre kid coming out but an edit of clarisse to guns and ships or right hand man from Hamilton when she goes to rescue the trio in the confederate ship with the canons and stuff
4) An edit of clarisse and ares to every single sad Taylor swift song ever (tolerate it, exile You get it)
5) an edit of Percy and annabeth to over the chemtrails under the country club when their like trying to provoke the cyclops and they’re like I’m nobody no im nobody (nobody’s son nobody’s daughter…..get it? No….?) but on a serious note them to cotcc when he is holding her after the siren thing
6) an edit to speak now when the cyclops announces he’s gonna marry clarisse and cook Grover instead (“horrified looks from everyone in the room”)
7) an edit to work by iggy azailia when the group is essentially stranded in Miami (“No money no family 16 in the middle of Miami”)
thinking about the quiet kind of comfort after the characters have had a huge argument/fight.
When there are no apologies needed. They both know how sorry the other is. So the one who stormed away in anger returns quietly to the other’s side, sits down, and leans against them.
Maybe they exchange a subtle touch. The other traces their fingers gently over the other’s palm. Curling their fingers in the other’s escaped strand of hair. Leaning into the touch. A little smile breaks through.
Maybe there are tears, both tearing with guilt for what they said. They’re held down though, never let run loose.
why have I never seen anyone talking about the fact that mike and max probably made up and likely became at least sort of friends after season three? mike literally says “max, lucas, and dustin, they’re great” in his “it’s not the same without you” speech to will. like he included max!! with dustin and lucas!!! he sees max as a friend just like dustin and lucas!! plus she was the first person he named. AND when max is trying to break free from vecna for the first time and she’s thinking of all those memories, she thinks about mike too!! (that time she was skating around him in the gym). plus them sitting next to each other in their math class I thought that was cute. ugh I just wish we would’ve got to see how their friendship formed!!
