#41 weeks pregnant
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I do not remember having any Braxton hicks contractions with my first pregnancy at all. This time around I’ve been having HOURS of irregular contractions from like 2-10pm every night and I gotta say, it’s very disappointing when it’s not actually labor lol
#personal#I am so ready to meet our baby girl#and to be done being pregnant#but realistically knowing me I’ll go to 41 weeks again and this will all just be for funsies
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I’m having a real rough time this is what I get for saying over and over again at the beginning how easy this pregnant was, how I wasn’t sick or anything.
Now I’m so fucking exhausted and sore I can’t get out of bed, bf has been here all day giving me a hand (literally just to help me get up) and when I do get up I move sooooooooooooooo slowlyyyyyyy. I couldn’t walk fast or give a shit if I tried.
My whole body hurts.

#the reality of being 41 weeks pregnant#and now I don’t even have the option to be induced bc our only car is in the shop#at the absolute worst possible time#so I have to hope and pray that I don’t go into labor in the next few days#I would say I’m terrified but I’m just too tired
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[2:41 pm]
(cw: pregnant reader, pregnancy complication scare, a little angst with a fluffy ending)
Simply saying you were stressed wouldn't even begin to cover all the chaos that happened to you throughout the day. First, you car wouldn't start as you were trying to go to work, so you went in late. It was even more of a pain to call your boss and explain that on a day that you asked to get off early you were also going to come in late, even though it was out of your control he was far from happy. Then you had a meeting that you had to rush into, not to mention you were a little under prepared thanks to pregnancy brain and overall exhaustion.
After the meeting finished you just couldn't wait to take a break and then go home. Your mind had been in a million places all at once, focusing on only getting yourself through the day. Unfortunately your mind wasn't even on the other life growing inside of you until you were seated on an sterile, paper wrapped exam table.
You were 5 months into your pregnancy and just a few weeks ago your little one started to kick whenever they could. When you laughed you'd feel the little feet flutter at the bottom of your rib cage. Sometimes when you were falling asleep you'd feel that same flutter on the left side of your belly. It felt strange, like actual butterflies in your stomach, but it was a strange feeling you'd come to love- it was your baby.
Your mind began to race. All day you'd been so focused on yourself that you didn't even pay attention to your baby. You were still early enough in your pregnancy that something could go wrong, had something gone wrong? Had you been so stressed that something happened? Had you been too selfish to focus only on yourself and not the well-being on the baby inside of you?
You wrung your hands together as dad!Jaemin stepped into the room, pressing a kiss to your forehead in greeting while he took in the far away look on your face. He tried asking you how your day was and received only a hum in response. He reached out and ran a hand over your shoulder, "What's wrong my love?"
"I didn't feel the baby move today," you whispered, afraid your voice would crack.
"You had a stressful day my love, I'm sure everything is fine. The doctor will come in and we're going to hear a strong heartbeat, and everything will be fine," Jaemin reassured, pressing his lips to your temple as you tried your best to keep yourself calm. He wouldn't tell you in the moment or probably even for a while, but he felt his stomach drop and tie itself into knots at the idea that something could be wrong. He kept his face calm to reassure you but his mind was running through every worst case scenario there was.
The doctor came in and ran through her usual questions and asked if you had any concerns, of course you told her about not feeling the baby move. Her face didn't change as she reassured you that some days babies just weren't as active, but the scan would be the most informative.
You laid back with your shirt pulled up to reveal your bump, you brought up a hand to rest on your chest, noticing the shakiness from your nerves. Jaemin took note and took your hand into his grasp and pressed a kiss there to put you at ease.
Your doctor did her routine of showing you the baby's head, feet, arms, and hands. Then asked you both to get ready to hear the heartbeat. You shut your eyes tightly in anticipation, all you could hear at the moment was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Jaemin steeled himself. If they didn't hear anything he would have to be strong for you. He wouldn't be able to break down when you were already so worried that it could all be your fault. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't have to do that and would only have to be the reassuring voice that, yes, of course everything would be fine.
"And there it is, steady and strong." You heard before you finally focused on the beat playing around the room.
It almost felt like you were deflating, all your worries seemed to melt away as it turned out that everything was fine. "Looks like the baby knew you needed all the energy you could get today so they stayed a little calmer. It's normal to have some days be more active than others, but of course if you have any concerns please don't hesitate to reach out if needed," the doctor smiled as she passed you a few paper towels to wipe off the gel still coating your stomach.
Jaemin let out a long breath too, feeling his heat return to it's usual resting heartbeat while the doctor told him that the receptionists at the front would have their pictures and help schedule their next appointment.
Jaemin pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I told you everything would be fine."
"Don't think I didn't hear you let out that long breath or squeeze my hand," You replied as you eased yourself off the table.
"That wasn't me." Jaemin stated firmly.
You laughed, "It's fine we can both cry about it when we get home."
He pulled you into his side by your waist, "I'd rather cry looking at the new pictures of our beautiful baby."
#kpop imagines#kpop au#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#nct#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct timestamps#nct x reader#nct dream#nct dream imagines#nct dream fluff#jaemin scenarios#jaemin x reader#jaemin imagines#jaemin angst#jaemin fluff#jaemin timestamps#jaemin blurbs
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Blessed Samhain, Shana! more Lady Mo or something else genderbendy?
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47
Lan Xichen hasn’t seen Wangji this upset in thirteen years and he has no idea what could be the cause. He guides him to A-Yao’s private garden, mind spinning. If Xuanyu were in some sort of immediate danger, Wangji would not leave her side. He’s sure of that and it’s all that’s keeping him from marching back to Jiang Yanli and demanding an explanation out of her himself. He hopes Sizhui hasn’t noticed the commotion, certain it will cause his nephew to worry, but he doesn’t spare too much thought on it because right now his first concern is his brother.
Worryingly, when they come to a stop Wangji just continues to stare at him blankly.
“What happened?” he asks, resisting the urge to grab him by his shoulders and shake him. “Did you and Xuanyu get into a disagreement?”
Perhaps something to do with Jin Guangshan? Lan Xichen has long abandoned the idea that she’s some sort of spy, as has A-Yao, but that doesn’t mean her father can’t want things from her, can’t be trying to make things difficult for her. Perhaps Jiang Yanli was warning her and Xuanyu and Wangji had a fight about it? They fight often enough that he can’t imagine anything that would send Wangji running.
“I’ve done something terrible,” Wangji says tonelessly. “This is my fault.”
Wangji faced down forty Lan clan elders and received forty lashings all without admitting a single moment of poor judgement or regret. Punishments he accepts easily – culpability, significantly less.
“What are you talking about?” he demands, trying to keep the alarm out of his voice. “What did you do?”
“Xuanyu,” he starts, then presses his lips together and shakes his head.
He would not harm Xuanyu. Even that spar that set half the clan to breaking the rules about gossip was not about harm. He’ll fight her, argue with her, spar with her, but Wangji worries and watches over Xuanyu constantly, vexed and surprised by her at turns, and Lan Xichen had felt aching relief when the woman his brother had been coerced to marry had turned out to be someone that Wangji couldn’t look away from.
He forces himself to sound calm. “What about Xuanyu?”
Wangji wets his lips and has to clear his throat twice before he can make himself speak. “She’s pregnant.”
Lan Xichen stares.
The relief is enough to make his knees week and his grip on Wangji’s shoulder doubles as a way to steady himself. “Wangji! You nearly gave me a heart attack! This is wonderful-”
“Wonderful?” he repeats, looking at him like he’s grown another head.
Some of that relief drains away. “Is it not? Is something wrong with the baby? Or Xuanyu? I know she was a little weak when you married, but she’s gotten so much stronger.” A terrible thought occurs to him. “Is she – she’s happy about it, isn’t she? She said that she likes kids and she’s so good with Sizhui, she must be happy.”
“I,” Wangji blinks, “I don’t – I didn’t ask–”
“Well, what did you say?” he asks in exasperation.
“I apologized.”
A-Yao isn’t here, but Lan Xichen feels the familiar urge to turn to him. “You apologized.” Wangji nods. “Xuanyu told you that she was carrying your child. And you apologized. Then left.”
He nods again, slower this time.
Lan Xichen grips the bridge of his nose.
“LAN WANGJI!”
They both turn to see Jiang Cheng headed straight for them, sword unsheathed and Zidian sparking, although that’s not the most alarming part. The last time Lan Xichen saw that look on Jiang Cheng’s face, they were on a battlefield.
This, at least, likely is Wangji’s fault.
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The one where your water breaks | Rúben Dias imagine
Rating / genre: pure fluff
Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias
Summary: The moment your water breaks.
Warnings: can't think of any beside use of pet names "baby girl", "babe", "baby"
Word Count: 628 words
This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
“Babe.” Nothing.
“Baabe.” you called louder, but again, nothing.
Then you pulled out the one you knew for sure was going to work.
“Baaabe help.”
“What happened? Are you okay? Is it time?” Your husband rushes into the bedroom only in a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair wet. So hot. What a view. You allow yourself to gawk at him for a couple of seconds, then you remember why you called him.
“No. I can’t get up. Help, please.” Rúben chuckles softly at you, figure buried underneath the covers of the king sized bed, hands reaching our for him to grab and help you up.
“Here, I got you. On three. 1-2..” He leans over, links his forearms under your armpits then pulls you up.
“-3. God. When is this baby going to come out?” You whine.
“You’re adorable pregnant. The waddle is iconic.” He states, giving your temple a kiss before he let’s go of your hands once he's sure you regained your balance.
And he’s being honest. He’s been enjoying watching you walking around with a huge belly and a small pout. It’s been the best when the days were easy on you. No pain, no nausea..On days when it was too much, he internally conversed with the little one, trying to convince her to come out sooner. That’s when he stops enjoying it, when you’re struggling.
“This..” You point to your swollen tummy. "..is your fault.”
“Well it took two, didn’t it?” He smiles as he speaks knowingly. You know he’s joking. It’s annoying but true.
“It’s been 41 weeks tho. I’m about to request an extra fee.” Your hand caresses the tiny bump within your bump where he has his foot rested now. It’s never not weird. But cute nonetheless.
“Baby girl, the accommodation was for 39 weeks. Start packing up already. Rent is due.” You said while looking down at your bump.
Your husband also puts his hand on top of yours to join the conversation. “Does she have a penthouse or what in there? Sure seems very comfy.” Your heart swells whenever you three have a moment like this. Another reason why you want her here with you two. You get to feel her every second of the day but you want Rúben to form the same bond you feel like you have with her. For him to hold her..
“She sure will be a spoiled one.”
“Yeah. Daddy will spoil his girl.” You raise a brow. It takes him a second, then he catches it. “-sss. Girls. My girls.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” You smirk, then go on to ask “Daddy, why don’t you spoil the one who’s actually physically here by giving her a backrub?"
“Let me change into something first.” He looks down to remind you he’s naked under that towel. You feel your cheeks get hot at the thought, as if you’ve never seen what’s underneath. The hormones. God, it’s been too long.
“Make it quick.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Same goes for you little one. We can’t wait to meet you. And I can’t wait for these back and pelvic pains to go away. No offense.” You said while continuing to rub on your belly.
Something’s wrong.
“Is she offended?” You dumbly think to yourself.
What the..?
“Babe!” You gasp. Wait. Oh. Is this..?
“Coming. Can’t find my hoodie. Be there in a second. Oh there it is!”
“Rúben!" You call for him louder this time despite the nerves kicking in.
“Babe, I said I’ll rub your back. I ain't going nowhere. Relax."
“Baby, please, come here right now!” you squealed.
“I’m here. What’s-”
“I-I think my water just broke.” You say with wide eyes as you feel liquid slide down your legs. Oh boy, It’s happening.
#ruben dias#ruben gato dias#ruben dias fic#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias imagines#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias x you#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias fluff#football imagine#football imagines
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A 41-year-old pregnant woman was killed by her partner and a male friend on January 1st in Greece. Meanwhile, a 45-year-old Romani woman in Athens was doused with flammable material by her husband. She has been transferred to hospital with burns to 90 per cent of her body and face. Not even two weeks into 2024 and there has already been one femicide and one attempted femicide in Greece.
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Overdue Julie
Julie took one look at the photo of herself and started crying. She was overdue and done. Absolutely, 100% done. At 41 weeks pregnant, she felt like an aching beached whale. Every part of her was in discomfort. From her shoulders right down to her swollen feet and ankles. She just felt so heavy. Her breasts were heavy. Her thighs felt heavy. Her poor expanded hips felt heavy. And her belly. Most of all her poor belly. What was once a flat tummy she would flaunt was now a fecund orb, heavy with child. She was simply too big. Too big and too pregnant. Overdue and almost painfully swollen.
She sat down on the bed, her huge belly forcing her legs apart as it reached to her inner thighs and near her knees. Her taxed hips twinged in discomfort. She tried to change position but the movement caused the baby to stir. He kicked her hard from inside and began to stir himself, trying to find comfort in her taxed womb. Julie winced in pain and it set her off again with her tears. She cradled her heavy belly and sobbed “Please- mommy needs you out- mommy’s too big…..please….” in response the baby kicked her again and Julie moaned.
Desperate to feel anything besides her discomfort, she spread her legs wider and tried to angle her small hand as best as she could around her hemisphere like belly. She didn’t know if it was the hormones or the ever growing frustration at her swollen condition, she just knew she needed to alleviate herself in any way she could. Her fingers ran through the thicket of hair she had grown between her legs and she found her thick and fatty vulva lips. She spread her lips slightly and ran her fingers up her slit. Her fingers came away sticky and wet. She felt betrayed by her own body. Here she was, miserable and hurting, and she was somehow wet. She always seemed wet the closer it came to having the baby. In her frustration, she plunged two of her fingers back inside of herself as best as she could and tried to massage her swollen pussy.
Julie just wanted to feel good again. Wanted just a moment of relief. She touched her sopping wet sex and thought about the sex she used to have when she was thin and light. How good it had felt riding her husbands cock with his hands on her hips as he thrust in deeper. How amazing she felt when he had her legs over his shoulders and drove into her. She thought about - anything other than being a huge, gravid pregnant mess. She fingered herself harder as if she could coax the baby out that way. She just wanted her body back. To feel light again. to feel beautiful. To feel good……
The baby rolled in her belly and Julie knew it was no use. Even if she could cum, it would be disappointing and small. But she was now aroused and couldn’t hold it back. She pressed both hands against her kettle drum of a belly and cried out in desperation “PLEASE!” She moaned “Please, get out of mommy!” She continued crying as her hand drifted back to her swollen pussy. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed something more. She was huge. So cumbersome and big. So close to dropping. About to pop-
She realized she needed her husband home. And she needed him now.
Brian rushed home after talking to Julie, afraid something terrible had happened to upset her. Or worse, something happened to the baby. they were all set to have her induced in four days. He rushed through the front door and up the stairs to their bedroom. He quickly opened the door and he could smell the Julie all around him. He looked at her in the bed and almost immediately got hard despite himself.
Julie laid there, propped up in bed, with her thick thighs spread, working her fingers on herself as best as she could. Brian could see how wet she was as she had soaked the bed under her. He looked up and saw that her heavy breasts were openly leaking milk. Sweat and milk ran down her tits and her huge pregnant belly. He looked at her and she almost looked half mad. her scent was overpowering.
“Please” she said. “please fuck me.” She was almost begging. “I need him out.” She locked eyes with her husband. “ Fuck this baby out of me. Break my water with your cock” He noticed the baby kicking up a storm in her belly.
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Your best friend is pregnant!!!
Im Helena your best friend, we’re always together and I share all my secrets with you, you’re like my big brother. I’m 1.49mts, bob haircut, dark-brown eyes, dark hair, weight 50kgs, B cup and wide hips .
41 weeks ago I told you I had an adventure with a man in a bar when I was on vacations with my family, a few weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and I called you to do it together. We both saw the positive result with fear, I asked you to please don’t tell anyone and then we’ll see what to do.
I didnt want to abort, so I started using very oversized clothes. It was in the week 26 when things started to get difficult because my bump was huge, I tried using even your shirts but anything worked, that huge belly button was visible through every single outfit. After a few hours planning something we decided that the best option we had was moving together as roommates with the excuse of “searching for new work opportunities”, have the baby and give it in adoption, then come back. My parents knew you for a long time so they didn’t have any problem with the idea.
We moved to a little house in the suburbs so anyone knew us and we didn’t have to hide it, I felt completely free using sport bras again and my favourite dresses. We were so peaceful until week 35, by this point I was huge, my milky boobs had doubled their original size, we couldn’t remember any other pregnant women we ever seen that was bigger than me. But there was not that much time left, I was so excited to give birth and finally get back to my life, but at the same time scared because now having a completely natural unassisted birth at home doesn’t seem to be a good idea.
We started thinking about everything we needed for the birth and that we didn’t visit any doctor, so on the week 37 we decided we had to see a doctor just to see if everything was ok and to set everything for the adoption. We drove 2 hours to the closest hospital to the gyno appointment, we told him the truth because he seemed to be very empathic and he actually was.
The appointment started with questions and answers
-“How old are you?”
H.-“26”
-“In 20 years as a gyno Ive just seen two tummies that big, do you know how many weeks you have?”
H.-“Yeah, it never stops growing. I have 37 weeks but I’ve read that maybe it’s just a lot of amniotic fluid.”
-Maybe, but that big it’s not just because of fluids. Do you know who’s the father?
H.-“No, I can’t remember and I don’t want to know”
-Ok, let’s have a look. Please take out all your clothes, use this coat and get comfy in those stirrups right there.
It was time for a ultrasound, we I was very nervous. I asked you to stay with me all the time so you did, I loved how you were supporting me all the time and I hold your hand and put it over my exposed big belly.
Doctor arrived a few minutes later and started preparing everything, we were about to know everything about my baby. He used some gel that was really cold and got my nipples so hard, I was so nervous and gripped your hand firmly. He started scanning my belly with the ultrasound, I couldn’t distinguish anything but when he moved the devise a little bit to the center he laughed so bad “WHATT?!!” I shouted to the doctor trying to see the image in the monitor “Lady, you actually have a lot of fluid but what really makes you huge is that you’re expecting twins”
I couldn’t react, I was totally shocked really thinking in anything, I was just analyzing the new and finally looked at you. You weren’t scared or shocked, YOU WERE SO HAPPY and your happiness went through your hand to me. I felt better after that, but the bad news were coming. After that, the appointment continued with the doctor checking my whole body, my tits, my belly, my cervix and I don’t know what else. When he finished I went for my clothes and dressed up, I come back and heard you talking about the birth, I sit down and the doctor explains everything now to me.
-“What I just saw is something really rare, most women like you…you know…petite with twins don’t usually reach even the week 35, but you’re now on the 37 and the babies doesn’t seem to be very excited to come out. To make it simple…your situation is like this, you’re going to have those babies for at least 3 weeks more inside of you, and right now I can calculate each baby weights around 8lbs”
When doctor said 8lbs I just let another “WHAT?!!!” Come out from me
-“Yes, what you heard sweetie, 8lbs and they’re getting heavier. I calculate a final weight of around 10lbs each if you give birth in the week 40. So, what I recommend you is to let those babies grow those 3 weeks more and then come here to have a c-section or induce the labour if your babies are in the correct position.”
H.-“I was thinking about an all natural birth at home doc…that’s what we want right?” I turn to you waiting for your answer.
Y.-“Yeah, for sure…We were very excited about having the babies at home without any medical procedure. I even took a few curses and now I’m a certified midwife” you said proudly.
-“I wouldn’t recommend that, a birth of babies that big is not something easy, but I admire your courage. What we can do is this, you actually have really wide hips that are perfect to give birth so I won’t be worried about baby getting stuck, but I’m actually worried about your vagina. Most of the times the real problem is that the vagina is not that wide or they just don’t let it stretch correctly. So what we’re gonna do is this: I’ll send you some clases I give online so you can know exactly what to do in all the possible cases that could happen during the birth. But this is just for the week 40 as time limit, if you reach the week 41 there’ll be no other option than practice a c-section, understand?”
My mind was receiving a lot of information at the same time, just the words “10lbs, birth, vagina, stretch, 40, c-section” were mixed rounding my head. Little bit worried and confused I looked at you, you didn’t seem to be worried about anything, you looked so excited and sure about what we were about to do. Again your confidence and happiness infected me and gave me the strength to turn to the doctor and say “That’s great, thank you for everything. We’ll contact you if something happens” Get slowly and hardly up the chair to shake the doctors hand.
We were in the car coming back home and we couldn’t stop talking about what we needed to do, what we needed to prepare, what we needed to buy and bet when the babies were coming. Was a very long road trip so we had enough time to talk and plan every single detail.
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It’s the first time I write a story, please tell me what do you think. It’s too large but I think it’s not boring
If you like it ask for the part 2 ❤️
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playing on my mind- blurb masterlist
hi yall!!! I am so glad you're enjoying the blurbs, so I figured I'd make a separate masterlist for them!! I try and tag anything relating to this au with #teacher au! so you can search that on my blog for any content of these two idiots <3
original full fic- here
blurb 1- matty is late to pick Annie up from school, but you're there to keep her company
blurb 2- matty comes into school on career day to play some music for the kids, and maybe to see you...
blurb 3- it's parents evening and matty comes in to see you, and talk about his daughter
blurb 4- its the yearly nativity play, and little Annie has a starring role
blurb 5- it's Annie's birthday, and matty brings in cake for the whole class. Maybe he ends up staying a while.
blurb 6- trick or treating together on Halloween and getting mistaken for a couple.
blurb 7- pre teacher reader, new dad matty has a screaming baby and no clue how to make it better. that is until he discovers the magic of a baby wrap...
blurb 8- two possible scenarios for the first "I love you"
blurb 9- you surprise matty front row at a show
blurb 10- going to a theme park once you and matty get together
blurb 11- (not really a blurb more just a passing thought lol) Annie losing her first tooth
blurb 12- another "I love you" for the first time scenario, if it was said during a fight/apology. Annie breaks her arm, and matty is a dickhead about it lol
blurb 13- short thoughts about matty dad dancing at a school Christmas dance.
blurb 14- not really a blurb but some slutty thoughts lol
blurb 15- Annie doing ross' hair
blurb 16- running into matty at a coffee shop and meeting george
blurb 17- Annie calling you mum for the first time (older teenage annie)
blurb 18- Annie calling you mum for the first time (young annie)
blurb 19- baby Annie is ill for the first time, and matty has no idea what to do. cue a panicked call to Adam and 4 grown men worried about a baby with a cold
blurb 20- Annie finds out about you and matty, and not in the way you hoped.
blurb 21- telling matty you're pregnant, with the help of new big sister Annie :)
blurb 22- you are sick and trying to ignore it, but matty becomes a nurse very quickly and refuses to let you just sit and rot lol
blurb 23- what matty is like during your early pregnancy
blurb 24- (short) Christmas with your family vs Matty's.
blurb 25- girls night out ends up with you getting a lip tattoo for matty, and he loves it
blurb 26- Annie decides its time to trial haircuts in her spare time, and matty is her first victim.
blurb 27- Annie is performing in a talent show, and everyone comes to watch.
blurb 28- Annie meeting her baby brother for the first time
blurb 29- small thoughts about Matty's reaction to Annie dating.
blurb 30- radom thoughts about matty comforting teacher reader after a hard week.
blurb 31- pregnant teacher reader and her mourning Matty's curls: :(
blurb 32- Annie gets her first boyfriend, who just so happens to be George's nephew. and they were doing a great job keeping it secret, until now
blurb 33- short thoughts about Annie's first award show :)
blurb 34- valentines crafts with Annie for matty pre-dating, and all the yearning that entails lol
blurb 35- first time going out as a family after you and matty have officially gotten together!
blurb 36- jealous matty after you see someone you used to go to uni with at a bar. He's definitely hitting on you, and matty is not happy.
blurb 37- a little explanation on Annie's mum and what their relationship is like!
blurb 38- first fight after you've gotten together and your first time trying to build something together.
blurb 39- your parents meeting Annie and matty for the first time.
blurb 40- mayhem, matty, and annie come home covered in mud after a walk, and the three of you are left with the job of bathing mayhem...
blurb 41- matty is home from tour, baby healy is born, and annie is beyond ready for her whole family to be in one place. matty makes snoopy pancakes for a the peanuts obsessed Annie as a celebration of his return <3
blurb 42- not a proper blurb, but just little thoughts about teacher girlie and dlid!!
blurb 1- matty tries on your labcoat, and you can't help but feel slightly embarrassed about how attractive you find it - matty takes advantage, obviously.
blurb 43- not a proper blurb again, but just brief thoughts on celebrating your 1 year anniversary :)
18 + blurbs
blurb 2- soft gentle sex with matty after you've had a long week.
blurb 3- pulling matty straight off stage after that grab he did...
blurb 4- morning oral w/matty and holding his hand as he's between your legs <3
#i hope this is easier to navigate/is better than before lol#i am planning on never shutting up about these guys hence the masterlist#matty healy fanfic#matty healy x reader#teacher reader x dilf matty <333#teacher au!
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Part I
#pregnant#pregnancy#belly#bumpin#baby bump#bumpstyle#bump#beautiful#maternity#baby belly#beauty#40 weeks#full term#overdue#41 weeks#41 weeks pregnant
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RL Story
My date with N. was....... great. 🤷♀️After what happened the last weeks and we didn’t see each other for that long, things went surprisingly well. But I must also admit that we did not talk about my short return to Daniel. Nico asked me, not to talk about the past weeks. He said, we weren’t together. Now that we got the chance to stay together for more months without him having to go back abroad, we should just start from scratch. I honestly thought that was a little strange. I wanted to explain to him, why I stayed with Daniel, but N. was against it. So I decided to listen to him, as long as we’re together.
N. also finally told his family about our Baby. His Mom wanted to see me, tomorrow.😳🙈 He asked me, if I wanted to spend the night with him, in his mother’s house. There’s no one there today. I agreed, but why didn’t he just invite me to his apartment?
Nico: I have to go to the house anyway. My dog is there, and if you accompany me, we’ll stay right there. We're alone.
Me: Okay. And your Mom’s coming home tomorrow? Where is she? And what exactly did you tell her?
Nico: Well, she'll be grama. 😬 And she’s with her partner tonight.
Me: Was she mad?
Nico: Ahm.... no. Rather surprised. She's in her mid forties. She feels too young for a grandchild.
Me: She’s 46! It’s much more embarrassing for my parents!! They’re only 41! 🤷♀️
Nico: Yea, but I didn’t tell her... you, were pregnant. She first thought.... Stephanie & I would have a Baby. But I told her it's NOT Steph!! She was relieved, but I didn’t tell her it was you, I wanted to surprise her.
Me: What??... Are you crazy N.?... Agh, why am I even asking. Of course you're crazy.
Nico: Don't worry, it'll be fine. It's just my mother! She always loved you.
Me: Yeah, that was before..... Philip & I got together. And please don’t tell her I’m still married, okay?
Nico: No one in my family needs to know. I leave it up to you.
Me: Maybe someday I’ll tell your Mom, but rn I don’t want anyone to know. Especially your sister must not find out about it.
Nico: Agh, screw Mel, she can’t say a bad word to you! Trust me, I won’t let that happen.
Me: I’m really scared of Melanie. I know that sounds stupid, but I can’t forget how mean she used to be.
Nico: You don’t have to see Melanie or talk to her. I’m not leaving you alone with her. First, she’ll have to apologize to you. Or she’ll never meet our Baby, I promise.
Me: Thank you..... ILY, N. Oh, and what about your Dad? I guess he doesn’t know yet, because you’re still not talking to him.
Nico: Yea. I don’t care what he thinks or what he has to say. I don’t give a shit. 🤷♀️... And no matter what he offers you, or our child, you say no! Clear?
Me: Yes! I understand! Your Dad’s still a red rag to us. 😬😕
Once arrived at N.'s House, we saw Fabienne, Philip's baby sister. 🙂
She was so excited to see Nico and me again. She started talking about Annabelle. P.'s little babygirl was visiting Fabienne. So Fabs invited N. and me to come by later.
How it went on with Fabienne and N.'s family for me, you'll see next time. My parents'll also join us.😬 Ahg yea, what a nice family reunion.😨
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What Could Go Wrong?
(oneshot that takes place at some point between chapters 40 and 41)
Ever since Natasha and Wanda went on that mission where Natasha got hurt, Kate had been pretty attached to the both of them. They hoped that they wouldn’t both need to leave for another mission for a while.
However, it seemed as soon as Natasha was fully healed and cleared to work, they were both called on another mission.
And unfortunately Yelena was currently in Russia and Clint couldn’t make it in time.
So Natasha and Wanda asked Steve and Bucky to watch/stay with Kate while they were gone.
“We should only be gone a few days. Four max,” Natasha says as she and Wanda lead Steve and Bucky through the apartment.
It is clear she and Wanda are more than a little nervous to leave Kate. This will be the longest they have been away from her since she was taken by Eleanor.
“Here are Kate’s rules,” Natasha points to the list on the fridge, “she might give you a bit of hard time about sleeping—”
“Mamaaa,” Kate groans out, her face turning red, embarrassed.
“It’s okay Kate!” Steve tries to make her feel better, “I have a similar list for Buck!”
Kate’s face turns redder. She sends an uneasy, embarrassed smile over to Steve before promptly turning her attention back to the TV.
“And lastly, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,” Wanda points to a phone number at the bottom of Kate’s rule list, “this is the number to our burner phone. Natasha or I will have it on us at all times during the mission. Please don’t hesitate to call it if Kate needs us or gods forbid there is an emergency.”
Steve and Bucky nod.
“Okay, got it,” Steve confirms.
“And,” Natasha says, “I think that is it.”
She looks over at Kate watching TV and a concerned expression takes over her face. Wanda takes her hand and squeezes it lightly.
“She will be okay,” Wanda says comfortingly.
“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, sending them both a confident smile, “You guys will only be gone a few days and she will be with her favorite Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky. What could go wrong?”
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*3 days later*
“You just had to say ‘what could go wrong?’ didn’t you?” Steve grumbles as he follows Bucky carrying a sniffling Kate to Medbay.
“How was I supposed to know that a simple game of basketball would turn out like this?” Bucky defends himself.
“It’s okay, Uncle Bucky,” Kate says shakily, trying to keep a brave face.
Bucky smiles down at her, “Don’t worry doll, Helen will be able to fix your ankle right up.”
As they walk into Medbay, Bucky gently sets Kate down on a free bed, and Dr. Cho comes right over.
“What happened here?” Helen asks.
“She twisted her ankle pretty good when we were playing some basketball,” Steve supplies.
Dr. Cho gently manipulates Kate’s ankle, Kate letting out a soft whimper at the movement.
“Well, unfortunately I do believe it might be broken,” Dr. Cho says, “Let’s get you to x-ray to make sure.”
The x-ray confirms Kate has a small break in her ankle, so Dr. Cho swiftly wraps it in a cast, and lets them know that Kate should keep weight off of it for at least two weeks.
As they are leaving, Dr. Cho leans over to Steve, “So let Natasha and Wanda know that I would like to see Kate in two weeks to see how it is healing.”
Steve and Bucky immediately freeze. Dr. Cho notices.
“They don’t know yet, do they?” Dr. Cho asks.
The super soldiers shake their heads no. Helen laughs.
“They are gonna kill you,” she says in a sing-song tone.
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Steve and Bucky take Kate back to the apartment where, after all the craziness of the day, Kate pretty much instantly falls asleep on the couch watching TV.
Bucky and Steve find themselves in the kitchen staring at the number on the fridge.
They look at the number then back at each other.
A pregnant pause passed before Bucky exclaims, “NOT IT!”
“You can’t call ‘not it’ on this,” Steve says, annoyed.
“I believe I just did babe,” Bucky replies a little too smugly.
Steve frowns. Bucky leans over and kisses his cheek before smiling and making his way into the living room to watch TV and keep an eye on Kate.
Steve sighs and pulls out his phone, dialing the number.
The phone only rings for a few seconds before Natasha picks up.
“Hello?”
“Hey Nat. It’s Steve.”
“Hi Steve. Is everything okay? Is Kate okay?” Her voice instantly becoming concerned.
“Everything is fine—well not fine—but we are okay��� mostly,” Steve fumbles, almost nervous to actually tell Natasha what is going on.
“What do you mean, ‘mostly’? What is going on, Rogers?” Natasha’s tone becomes slightly annoyed at Steve’s vagueness.
“Um, well, you see, we were playing basketball with Kate, and she kinda sorta maybe… brokeherankle,” Steve rushes out.
“She what? Oh my god, is she okay?”
“She is okay. She kept a pretty brave face for the whole thing,” Steve supplies, “she is taking a nap right now.”
He hears Natasha sigh tiredly over the line and relay the information to Wanda.
“We will be home in 6 hours.”
Before he can say anything else, the line goes dead.
Steve sighs and looks up at the ceiling.
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Six hours later, Natasha and Wanda come home to find Kate, sitting in between Steve and Bucky with her ankle propped up on the coffee table, laughing at whatever movie they are watching.
Steve and Bucky turn their heads when they hear the front door close and are met with concerned expressions from Natasha and Wanda.
Natasha and Wanda make their way into the living room.
“Hey malen’kiy yastreb!” Natasha smiles.
Kate turns her head and smiles back, “Mama! Mom! You guys are home early!”
“Of course, milaya,” Wanda comes over and kisses Kate on the temple, “we had to make sure our bug was okay.”
“Oh this?” Kate gestures to her ankle, “I’m fine,” she waves off their concerns with a smile, “Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve have been taking good care of me.”
Natasha bends down to inspect her ankle a bit before coming over to kiss Kate’s temple as well.
Steve gets up to let Natasha sit next to Kate.
“You sure you’re okay, malyshka?” Natasha asks.
“Yeah,” Kate smiles, “it was a little scary without you and Mom there, but it’s all okay now.”
Natasha smiles at Kate’s bravery and growth, she puts her arms around Kate, “I’m proud of you, baby.”
“Love you Mama,” Kate settles into her embrace.
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When pregnant, the cells of the baby migrate into the mothers bloodstream and then circle back into the baby, it’s called “fetal-maternal microchimerism”.
For 41 weeks, the cells circulate and merge backwards and forwards, and after the baby is born, many of these cells stay in the mother’s body, leaving a permanent imprint in the mothers tissues, bones, brain, and skin, and often stay there for decades. Every single child a mother has afterwards will leave a similar imprint on her body, too.
Even if a pregnancy doesn't go to full term or if you have an abortion, these cells still migrate into your bloodstream.
Research has shown that if a mother's heart is injured, fetal cells will rush to the site of the injury and change into different types of cells that specialize in mending the heart.
The baby helps repair the mother, while the mother builds the baby.
How cool is that?
This is often why certain illnesses vanish while pregnant.
It’s incredible how mothers bodies protect the baby at all costs, and the baby protects & rebuilds the mother back - so that the baby can develop safely and survive.
Think about crazy cravings for a moment. What was the mother deficient in that the baby made them crave?
Studies have also shown cells from a fetus in a mothers brain 18 years after she gave birth. How amazing is that?”
If you’re a mom you know how you can intuitively feel your child even when they are not there….Well, now there is scientific proof that moms carry them for years and years even after they have given birth to them.
I find this to be so very beautiful.
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This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 11 - Exercise
A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.
Chapter 11 - Exercise
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Hi besties,
There is a little mini fic full of fluff and these two idiots being adorable and very in love with each other.
Happy Monday, I hope you all got through it <3
Just a quick reminder that the chapters in this are non-sequential.
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Warnings: pregnancy
Words: 1.5k
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily groans as she comes to a stop on the sidewalk, one hand on her back and the other on her bump as she tries to catch her breath.
“Jesus Christ,” she huffs out, leaning against the wall surrounding their house, barely a few steps away from the gate.
“Are you feeling something already?” Aaron asks, standing next to her, his hand on her back as he rubs circles on it and she groans, shaking her head as she stands up straight, groaning as all of her weight shifts back onto her feet. She’s wearing a large sweatshirt that once belonged to him, the Harvard Logo stretched over her belly, and a pair of maternity leggings. She looked beautiful, like she always did, but he knew if he told her she wouldn’t believe him. He looks her up and down for any signs of pain, any indication that her labour has started, but all he sees is the usual discomfort that had settled into her features over the last few weeks.
“No,” she grumbles, “He’s going to stay in there forever.”
He clears his throat to cover a smile and grabs her hand, tugging on her arm slightly until she starts to move, and they walk slowly away from their house. She was 41 weeks pregnant and miserable. She was at most two days away from giving birth, her induction already booked in, but she was desperate to go into labour naturally.
They’d tried all the home remedies the doctor had suggested.
Spicy food. Raspberry leaf tea. Sex. A lot of sex. But their son was determined to stay put, happily kicking away in Emily’s belly as she slowly lost her mind because of how uncomfortable she was, her body stretched almost to its limit. Aaron was the one to suggest the walk, the last of her doctor’s suggestions, and even though she’d complained heartily she had eventually agreed. He’d tied her shoes for her and then led her out of the house, Jack happily doing his homework with Jessica in the dining room, and Aaron hoped beyond everything that this would help.
“He’s just comfortable in there, that’s all,” Aaron says, kissing the top of her head as they continue to slowly walk down their street, “He’ll be here soon.”
She rolls her eyes, “He’d better be,” she says, looking down at her bump and directing the rest of her sentence to her unborn son, “Or he’s in big trouble.”
He chuckles and places his hand on her stomach, “Don’t pay any attention, Benny. Mommy is entirely incapable of being mad at us Hotchners for long.”
She looks at him sharply, her eyebrow raised, “Don’t test me,” she says, and then she squeezes his hand, indicating that she needs to stop again. She blows out an unsteady breath, “I used to chase unsubs. Whilst wearing heels and aiming a gun,” she complains, smiling gratefully when he places his hands on her shoulders to steady her, “Now I can barely walk a few feet without getting breathless.”
“To be fair sweetheart,” he says, pulling the bottle of water he’d snuck into his jacket pocket out and taking off the lid before he passes it to her, “You never used to have, how did you put it earlier, ‘a baby with my giant feet’ pressed against your lungs.”
She scrunches her nose up at him as she sips her water and then passes him the bottle back, “He’s huge,” she says, an edge of affection to her voice despite her complaining, “You’re huge. It’s all your fault.”
He knows it’s not a good idea to point out she wasn’t exactly short herself so he kisses her forehead and takes a step backwards, “Why don’t we try curb stepping?”
She glares at him, “Curb stepping?”
“You know, one foot on the street, one on the sidewalk,” he says, demonstrating it for her for a few paces before he turns to look at her, “It supposedly helps.”
“According to who?” She asks defiantly, her arms crossed and settled on top of her bump. He walks back towards her and wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple, smiling to himself as she sinks into him seemingly against her own accord, as if she was drawn to him by instinct.
“The internet,” he replies simply, kissing her temple again before he pulls back to look at her, “I looked it up.”
She sighs, knowing she’s being petulant but she can’t help it, discomfort and irritation shifting under her skin just like her son, and she looks at the edge of the curb before she looks back up at her husband, “Are you sure we can’t just have sex again?”
Aaron laughs and kisses her, his hand on her cheek as he holds her in place, “When we get home sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again, “But let's try this first, okay?”
She huffs out a breath, her hair moving as she does so, but then she nods, “Fine. But sex later?”
He presses his lips together to suppress another smile and he nods, “I promise.”
Emily squeezes his hand and then steps towards the edge of the sidewalk, taking a moment before she drops one foot down to the street. She grunts at the difference in her gait she she slowly walks, one foot on the sidewalk, the other on the road. She swears that she feels her baby’s head shift further down into her pelvis, and she curses her husband under her breath as she goes.
“Son of a bitch is lucky he’s hot.”
“I heard that,” he says, walking alongside her, and she turns to glare at him, grunting again as she takes another step.
“Good. I meant you to,” she replies, unable to stop the smile that spreads across her face as he looks at her in fake indignation. She goes as far as she can, her lower back starting to ache, and then she stops, “Okay, I think I’m done.”
He offers her his hand and helps her back onto the sidewalk, “Want to head back home?”
She nods, squeezing his hand, “In a second,” she says as she looks up, a whine escaping her as she sees how close they still are to the house, Sergio still visible in his bed in the living room window, “You have got to be kidding me? We didn’t even make it down the block?”
He lifts their joint hands and kisses her knuckles, “Still counts as exercise, baby.”
She looks up at him, smirking as she flutters her eyelashes, “You know what else counts as exercise-”
He cuts her off with his laugh and kisses her knuckles again, “You’re insatiable.”
She hums as they start slowly walking back towards the house, “I’m desperate to get our son out of me,” she says, sighing sadly, “I just want to meet him, Aaron. I want to hold him and know his face.”
He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, “I know, Em. Me too. And we will, very soon,” she says, and she comes to a stop, and for a moment he thinks she’s just taking another breather, but then he spots the wet patch on the ground. He places his hand over his jacket pocket, “Damn it, I think the water bottle…”
He drifts off when he feels his jacket is dry and she chuckles, her hands both on her belly as she looks up at him.
“My water just broke,” she says, grimacing as she feels the dampness on her legs, the material of her leggings sticking to her, “It feels so fucking gross.”
“Okay,” he says, snapping into action, acting a lot calmer than he feels as he starts to lead her back towards the house again, their pace slightly faster, “We’ll get you changed and then we’ll get your bag and head to the hospital.”
She nods, “Yes,” she says, breathing out as reality starts to sink in once they are back in their driveway, “We’re going to meet our son.”
He turns to face her and he kisses her, aware that their lives are about to change for the better, “Let’s go have a baby,” he says, stamping his lips against hers again before he helps her up the stairs to the porch, “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” She asks, smiling softly at him as he lets her into the house, a dull ache starting to build in her back.
“The curb stepping worked.”
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From the looks of it, there was absolutely nothing exceptional about the woman ever so casually tucked into the window seat of the shambling, greyhound bus. Natalie A. Mills, or more commonly known as just 'Ms. Mills' was an average woman, if just a bit stuffy looking. She had a roundish face with frizzy curls and a stubby nose, she was no one you'd ever look twice at.
More importantly, you'd absolutely never know she was 41 weeks pregnant. She was a bit stocky, sure. Maybe even chubby if you were to be a bit crass about your descriptions. But there was no voluptuous bulging belly to be seen. Just a measly little pudge. Nothing more than a few nights of too many fries, most would assume.
At first she'd been disappointed when her belly did not 'pop' as most mothers described it. Natalie never grew big and round like she had longed for. But now it was one of her favorite things about herself... Because no one would ever know she was about to give birth.
When she had first gotten pregnant, she didn't know she would develop a fantasy about giving birth in public. But oh god how it invaded every single crevice of her thoughts ever since. Her discontentment about the puny size of her bump vanished when she realized she had the ultimate advantage. If you saw a heavily pregnant woman looking pained, panting, groaning softly, your mind would jump to labor. But Natalie's body would not give off any of those flags. She'd just be some chick nobody'd pay attention to.
Her knuckles were held taut and whitened with effort as she gripped the arm of her bus chair. She kept her breaths steady. The baby was already shoving down against her cervix, she could feel the urge to push starting to build up within her body. She had to be nearly 10cm dilated, but she couldn't risk reaching through her skirt to check herself.
She was sweating now, and had been for awhile. Her entire cunt throbbed, it begged to be touched, her clit screamed to be stroked and petted. Every contraction, even with the intensity of the pain reaching new heights, the huge pressure in her pelvis put her on the edge of cumming all by itself.
It had become a routine by now, for about the three hours she had been on the bus. Breathe through the pain. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Quiet progress, noiseless laboring. It was interrupted suddenly as with am internal clench and popping feeling, her water broke all over the chair, amniotic fluid soaking into her skirt and the fabric beneath it.
"Finally...." She whispered to herself. She was almost giggling with aroused elation. The urge to push was becoming less of a faraway tickle and transforming into something more urgent, more prominent. She tightened her legs together until the sides of her knees touched. She wasn't going to let this end any time soon.
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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 41
Happy 3rd Anniversary, IDBTWY!! 🎉 I can't believe we're celebrating three years of this fic. This journey has been incredible and I'm so excited (and a little sad) to say that we are close to finishing this story. I'm very close to getting this on a regular publishing schedule. But in the meantime, please check out the art I had commissioned by the incredible SnCinder here. 💙💚💜
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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘
Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW
Word Count: 12,145
It was three days before their wedding and the only thing Azriel felt was utter bliss. He couldn’t believe that in just a short time, he would have Elain as his wife. Even though they were eloping to the Summer District, they’d been head down in wedding plans over the last month.
Elain and her sisters went shopping for her dress a few weeks ago, finding—according to El—the perfect dress that didn’t require any alterations. She refused to let him see it, claiming that even though they were eloping, the rules of bad luck still applied. He had to snort at the notion, but Az would admit that not knowing what she was wearing had him curiously wondering what it would look like. He pictured many different styles in his head, all of which Elain was absolutely stunning in.
He had been in charge of the rings, Elain claiming that if he could pick out the most perfect engagement ring, then she trusted him fully to select her wedding band. His jeweler managed to match the style of her ring, adding a few extra smaller diamonds to the set. He selected a titanium, black band for himself, having Elain’s name engraved on the inside of it. Az thought the black and rose-gold colors would compliment each other well, and when he put them together, he knew he was right.
Now they were sitting on the jet, waiting for the rest of their family to arrive. Rhys and Feyre were not far behind them in getting to the airstrip. Nuala and Cerridwen—as he and Elain had decided were family—were also joining them. The Moonbeam twins picked them up from the penthouse and were also coming along, both as security and because Elain considered them like family as well. All that was left was Cassian, Nesta, and Sutton.
The new parents decided that since they could travel by private jet, they felt comfortable bringing their new baby on board—since neither of them wanted to miss their siblings getting married. When they boarded, looking slightly disheveled, they apologized for the delay, claiming Sutton was fussing and they struggled to get her to calm down.
Elain moved towards her sister, taking her niece from Nesta’s arms. “Hello, beautiful girl,” she cooed, snuggling into the baby.
Azriel watched as his fiancée’s maternal instinct took over, soothing the child when she started to fidget.
Cassian approached his side, taking in the scene between his sister and daughter. “She’s a natural mother. You’ll be eternally grateful for that instinct deeply rooted in her when you two have kids.”
He didn’t bother responding, not even knowing if Elain wanted kids. Az had been waiting for her to bring it up, but when she hadn’t even after they got engaged, he started to believe that perhaps she was happy just being an aunt. She had put so much work into her career, he wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to take away from that. Even though he had some deep desire to get Elain pregnant, to watch her grow with life inside of her, their children, he didn’t want to put that pressure on her if it wasn’t something she wanted.
So, he didn’t say anything at all, content to just live with her.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked his brother instead.
Cash saw the change in the subject for what it was, shaking his head with a sigh, but let it go. “Sure.”
Azriel popped a bottle of champagne, serving everyone a glass aside from Nesta who declined because she was still breastfeeding and took the flute of sparkling cider in replacement.
“To the bride and groom,” Rhys announced, raising a glass.
He wrapped an arm around Elain’s waist, tucking her into his side while she held their niece in one arm and her champagne in the other. It was hard not to picture them as a little family, but he gripped that dream in a fist until it was a fleeting thought. He wanted nothing more than to marry the love of his life and wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
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As soon as their flight landed and they arrived at the house—their entire family in disbelief at what they had purchased—everyone was tasked with something for the wedding. Meeting with the caterer, getting the arch and chairs they rented for the ceremony delivered, confirming the photographer, checking in with the florist on Elain’s bouquet, the petals that Nesta would help Sutton toss along the beach, and arrangements for the tables they were setting up on their courtyard.
There was one other thing Elain still had to do, pulling Cash aside before the rehearsal dinner.
“What’s up, Ellie?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
Pink touched her cheeks, the only hint of her nervousness. “So, I know you’re Az’s best man, but you have been such an important part of my life. You’ve always protected me and taken care of me, especially when I felt utterly alone in the world. I was wondering—or hoping—you would walk me down the aisle tomorrow before you stand next to Azriel?”
Shock rippled across Cassian’s face. It was obvious that he had not been expecting her to ask him that. “Elain,” he said, emotion clogging his voice. “It would be my absolute honor to walk you down the aisle.” Tears lined his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
“Thank you, Cash,” she murmured, trying and failing to hold back her tears.
That night, Azriel and the other men stayed in the guest house, giving the main one to the girls.
“No strippers, boys,” she said as they tugged Az away from her.
“The same could be said for you,” Rhys called out, giving her a wink.
Her fiancé growled, slapping his brother up the side of his head.
Elain laughed. “Believe me, the only man I want to see stripping is staying with you.”
“I’m happily taken, Ellie!” Cash called out flashing the cheekiest of grins.
She could only shake her head at their antics, returning to the main house where the girls were waiting for her with drinks, games, and a bride-sash.
“Since we didn’t have time to host a bridal shower and bachelorette party beforehand, we’re improvising,” Feyre announced, throwing the sash over her head and guiding her to the living room where they had decorated for their little party.
The whole night was perfect, celebrating her final night as an unmarried woman.
The next day was filled with a flurry of commotion, everyone getting ready for the wedding. Feyre had stuck Elain in a chair and was painting magic on her face while Nuala and Cerridwen worked on her hair, curling it into gorgeous beach waves and tying half it up into a knot at the crown of her head. They wove flowers into the knot atop her head and behind her ear.
When she looked in the mirror, Elain gasped. It was beyond stunning the work they had done on her. “Thank you,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears so she didn’t ruin her makeup. “All of you. I’m so grateful to have you all here with me.”
“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be, Ellie,” Nesta told her, hugging her from the back. “Come on, let’s get your dress on.” Her sister walked over to the garment bag and unzipped it.
Untying her white robe, Elain slipped on the dress behind the partition, coming out only to have help buttoning up the back. The dress was simply gorgeous. The bodice was made up of floral lace, plunging to just above her belly button while keeping her modestly covered. Delicate, thin straps of the same floral pattern went over her shoulders to the scooped back. The tulle skirt gathered at her waist, adding a layer over the lace skirt that sucked into her legs. It gave her this gorgeous silhouette under the gown.
Elain would go barefoot for the ceremony on the beach, wearing jeweled barefoot sandals that hooked over her middle toe and around her ankle. She had a pair of white heels she’d put on for the reception in the courtyard, once she was back on solid ground.
She slipped on the halo sapphire and diamond earrings that Azriel had gifted to her for her birthday—the only jewelry she wore aside from her engagement ring. They were one of her something blue, the other a cobalt garter in testament to Az’s favorite color. Grabbing the perfume she bought specifically for the wedding, Elain gave herself a few sprits, letting the delicate jasmine scent wash over her before making her way downstairs to the living area where Feyre, Nesta carrying Sutton, and Cash were waiting for her.
“Elain,” Cassian said her name with such reverence that she almost broke down right there. “You look so beautiful.”
Her pink lips pulled up into a joyous smile. “Thank you, Cash.” She hugged him, careful not to smudge her makeup on his suit jacket.
“Ready?” Feyre asked, handing her the blush-colored bouquet of peonies. The florist had done a stellar job with the bridal bouquets and centerpieces for the table.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” she said. Elain had waited for a decade to marry Azriel. Her excitement to finally get the chance left her breathless.
Though Feyre was Elain’s maid of honor, she walked down the aisle first since Nesta was carrying the flower girl.
Elain watched her sisters walk through the courtyard, out to the beach where they had set up the arch, decorated with more flowers. Where Azriel awaited her.
Cassian helped her out the door, holding a bit of her dress for her so it didn’t drag too much until they reached the edge of the courtyard and waited for the queue with the change of the music.
Elain and Azriel had picked strictly piano pieces to use for their ceremony and reception. It was fitting to them since that was how he proposed and they spent countless hours listening and him playing it.
Her brother fixed her dress one last time before offering her his arm. “Thank you for choosing him,” he said so quietly she almost missed it.
She furrowed her brow looking up at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I always worried that Azriel would never find happiness after high school. I watched my brother enter this cruel world intending to own it, even if it destroyed him in the very process. I thought I was going to lose him for a while…He’d been so depressed, I worried for his life.” Those pain-filled eyes looked down at her.
She knew Az had some internal struggles, but she didn’t know how bad it was. It broke her heart to hear that Cassian had feared for Az’s life.
“The one thing he never lost was his love for you,” he continued, likely noticing her inner sorrow, but needing to tell her this anyways. “And I’m so thankful that you forgave him for his past mistakes. The only time I ever saw Azriel happy was when he was with you, Elain. You are the world in which he revolves around. His entire being is to keep you safe and to love you, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.
“Thank you for loving him in the way he deserves but never letting himself have.” Cassian’s eyes misted over by the time he finished and she struggled to not let herself cry at the confession.
“He is worth loving,” she admitted, looking out towards the beach like she could see him from where she stood.
“That he is,” Cassian murmured as the music changed, indicating it was time.
The few steps to the beach seemed like a lifetime until she turned the corner and saw him standing at the altar, waiting for her.
Even this far away, she could hear his choked sound at the sight of her. His face crumpled in elation as he wiped tears from under his eyes.
Elain’s hold on her damn broke and she let out a sob, face splitting in the most adoring grin. Only Cassian’s firm grip on her arm prevented her from running down the aisle and leaping into his arms.
After what felt like an eternity, Cassian was leaning over to kiss her cheek, and offering her hand to Azriel before taking his place at his side.
She handed off her bouquet to Feyre so she could take his hands.
Unable to help himself, Az leaned forward to brush his lips on her cheek before he gently pulled her forward until she was facing him. “You look…” he paused, silver-lined eyes scanning her from head to toe. “I have no words to describe how exquisite you look, El. You’re radiant.”
She choked on her laugh, her face morphing into actual rays of sunshine. “Thank you, Az. You look beautiful, too.” And she meant it. He had on a brand-new suit, cut to every defined muscle. He wore a crisp, white button-up underneath the jacket with a blush-colored tie around his neck. Even the peony boutonnière contrasted perfectly with his tanned complexion.
Rhys cleared his throat, recapturing their attention. He gave them a knowing smile. “It brings me great joy to officiate the wedding between Azriel Knight and Elain Archeron. Azriel, my brother, you have been a part of my family since we were kids. Though our relationship started rocky—”
“You beat the snot out of me that first night,” Az muttered making everyone laugh.
Their brother waved a hand. “Semantics. It didn’t take us long to warm up to each other, finding that brotherly bond we both needed. I’m grateful every day that we took you in—that we became family.”
Those violet eyes turned to her. “Elain, my darling Elain. You have always been like a little sister to me. Even before Feyre and I started dating and later got married, you’ve held this special place in my heart to love, to protect. When you and Azriel began dating in high school, I was ecstatic because I always hoped you would one day become a part of my family. And you’re now a part of it in more ways than one.”
She released one of Az’s hands to grip Rhys’s forearm, squeezing it once before returning it to her fiancé.
“I’ve never met two people more perfect for each other. Where one hides in the shadows, the other shines. You two lift each other up in the best of ways and I have no doubt in my mind you will build the most perfect life together. I believe you both wrote your vows. Elain, if you would please go ahead.”
Her brown eyes, reflecting pools of gold in the setting sunlight looked at her husband-to-be. “Azriel, you are the strongest, most considerate man I have ever known. Our love has definitely been tested to limits that most couples never experience, but I know that makes us more solid in the foundations of our marriage.” He chuckled at how true it was. “I know that when in moments of hopelessness, you will lend me your strength. In times of sorrow, you will give me your love. When the world around me becomes too loud, you will hold me close and protect me.
“You are so many things that it sometimes makes my head spin because how could you possibly be every dream I wished for myself to find in a lover? You have broken down every fear; every mark on my life and filled it with joy. I will love you with my entire being because you deserve that from me. You deserve to feel my elation in the life we have created together. I love you more than words could ever express. My life partner. My friend. My soulmate. My husband.” Tears rolled down her cheek and he reached out, swiping them away, ignoring how his face was also wet from waterworks.
Rhys turned to his brother. “Azriel, would you please say your vows?”
He took a steadying breath. “Fuck, I should’ve gone first,” he said quietly to her.
She couldn’t help but tip her head back and laugh.
“Elain Archeron.” Her name curled on his tongue. “You are, without a doubt, the light of my life. A decade ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go and the gods know I didn’t deserve your forgiveness for it, but you gave it to me anyways. I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. To verify you’re actually here with me.” She squeezed his hands in reassurance. “You have the most generous heart I have ever seen; have ever had the pleasure of being held within.
“You claim that I am strong, but my strength comes from you. Your resilience is unparallel. You have made me a better man, one who will love you faithfully even after we are but dust in the wind. I promise to share my life with you. To hold you in times of need and when you require a sturdy presence. I promise to help you pursue your dreams. To take you on adventures and everything else your heart desires. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to get to call you mine. My light. My heart. My love. My wife.”
Rhys had to wipe a tear from his eye, clearing his throat to rein in the emotion he was feeling. “May I have the rings?”
Cassian slipped behind Azriel to hand his other brother the two rings.
Rhys handed them each one. “Elain, do you take Azriel to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”
“I do,” she said, sliding the black band onto his scarred ring finger.
“And do you, Azriel, take Elain to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”
Az’s dazzling smile lit up the world around them. “I do.” He slipped the beautiful rose gold band onto her delicate finger.
Rhys clapped his hands together. “Well, thank god for that!” he teased. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
The powerful male in front of her stepped forward, slinking one hand around her waist, the other cradling her head, and pressed his lips on hers.
Elain felt her back arch as he leaned them over, gently prying her mouth open so his tongue could slip inside. The kiss was languid like they took the time to learn about each other as husband and wife. Her fingers went to his nape, ruffling the hair there.
Time slowed as if even the world paused for that kiss. The kiss that certified them as one. A unit. And when they finally broke apart, when the sounds of their family’s cheers entered their ears, neither could look away from the other. An unbreakable chain linked between their souls, connecting them in the most intrinsic of ways.
He was hers and she was his. Now and forever.
“I love you, Elain,” he whispered, bringing her back in for another kiss, arms going around her lithe body to lift her off the ground.
She erupted into a fit of giggles, eyes shining with more tears, with love, with devotion for the man in front of her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Azriel and Elain Archeron-Knight!”
Grabbing her bouquet, she took Azriel’s hand as they walked back down the aisle toward the house. But about halfway back, he leaned down and lifted her over his shoulder, making her squeal. “Azriel!” she shouted, laughter echoing around them. “Put me down!”
He hauled her over his body until he was carrying her bridal style. “No,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss her as he made the trek back into the courtyard.
Elain welcomed the kiss, wrapping her arms and the bouquet around the backside of his head and holding him there for a few extra seconds. The flash of the photographer lit up their bodies, but they didn’t care as they just held each other’s stare. She traced her index finger over his cheek. “Hi husband,” she whispered shyly.
His smile was too infectious to not beam back at him. It made him look so young, boyish. “My wife,” he murmured, nudging his nose into hers. Azriel set her back on her feet, pulling her close and never letting go.
~~~
Azriel was her husband. Elain couldn’t believe that after everything they’d been through—waiting a decade for this moment—it was finally here. Everything about this moment was completely different from anything she ever shared with Graysen.
Graysen’s priority had always been himself. She didn’t even think she was in his top five important things in his life. Their entire relationship had been based on their fathers’ friendship and a setup—and she had just let it go on, not really living, but simply existing.
It was nothing like the life, the love, she’d built with Azriel. This had been wholly hers. Her decision, her choices, her life.
They’d only been married for a few hours and she couldn’t help but think of how well it suited him. He couldn’t keep his hands off her (more than he normally couldn’t). Taking her hand in his large one, setting one on her thigh while they ate, tugging her onto the makeshift dance floor by the edge of the pool. Whatever they were doing, he couldn’t seem to let her go.
And she had no desire for him to stop. Currently, she was tucked into his arms under the twinkling lights as they swayed to the soft piano music. Her hand was curled in his, head resting on his chest as she listened to his thundering heartbeat.
Every once in a while, she’d let out a contented sigh and found herself somehow melting further into his embrace. He tucked her under his chin, giving him ample opportunities to lean down and press his lips to the crown of her head.
Elain had wrapped her arm around his waist, sliding it under his suit jacket so her palm laid on the backside of his button-up. Her fingers would flex, pressing the pads of them into the strong muscles of his back.
It was late evening. Nesta retired to the house earlier, taking a sleeping Sutton to lay her down, and never returned. Cassian followed shortly after, looking for his wife, and if Elain had to guess, found her asleep still in her dress.
Fenrys and Connall had sat with Cerridwen and Nuala on the porch patio and were chatting. Had been nearly all evening, but not before each of them took her and Azriel for a round on the dancefloor.
Her other sister and husband were twirling next to them, enjoying the soft sounds of the night around them.
Azriel pressed his lips to the top of her head again. “Would you like to head in now?” he asked her quietly.
Elain tipped her face up, a beautiful smile painted on her pink lips. “Sure.”
He gave her a soft kiss before leading her not to the main house, but to the adjacent one. She looked at him with confusion when he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I thought we could take the guest house tonight, so we don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing us.”
A cheeky smile threatened to turn up her mouth. “Azriel Archeron-Knight, are you trying to get into my skirt?” she teased, giggling.
He flashed her a heated look. “Always.” And then swung open the door.
Elain couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her, taking a single step forward. But before she could even get to the doorway, she was scooped up into his arms and carried over the threshold. She squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her in, kicking the door shut behind him.
The whole place was lit up with candles. Rose petals littered the floor, leading up the stairs and, what she assumed would be into a bedroom.
“Az,” she cried, eyes wide in astonishment. “Did you do this?” she asked as he set her back on her feet.
His hands came down onto her shoulders, thumbs swooping over the bare skin. “I had some help,” he admitted. “After our poker game last night, the guys helped me set up the candles. Nuala and Cer came in during the reception to sprinkle the rose petals and light everything.”
“It’s beautiful,” she told him. And it was, completely and totally romantic. Turning to face him, she kissed him hard. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, stroking his.
Azriel gripped her rear end, molding the flesh to his scarred palms and making her whimper. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, the sensation pulling a heeding sound from her throat. Breaking off the kiss, Az took her hand and led her up the stairs toward the bedroom.
The bed wasn’t their usual size, but Elain had no doubt he could worship her like how she imagined he would.
Taking his phone from his pocket, Az turned on the same music they had playing all evening.
Her lips quirked up in the corner. “Setting the mood?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.” Azriel flicked his wrist in a circular motion. “Turn around.”
She did as requested, turning to give him access to her back.
His fingers slid into her thick, soft hair, plucking the loose flowers from her locks. He pulled the pin from her knot, letting the rest of her hair drape down her back. Gently, those scarred fingers grazed over her scalp, massaging.
Elain hummed in pleasure.
Azriel swept her hair over her shoulder, giving him access to the line of buttons that ran down her spine. He took his time opening each one, kissing at the patch of creamy skin it revealed as he went until he reached the final one just above the swell of her ass. “May I?” he asked her, fingering the delicate straps.
She nodded. “Please.”
Azriel slowly dragged her dress down her body, offering his shoulder to help her step out of it. His eyes dragged over every inch of the white lingerie she wore, all the way down to the cobalt-colored garter that adorned her luscious thigh. “Fuck me, Elain,” he groaned, moving to hang her dress up before turning to look back at her.
She appreciated he took extra care to hang her dress so it wouldn’t get ruined. Flashing him with a mirthful smile, she said, “I plan to.”
His long, powerful legs swallowed the space between them in two single strides as he crashed their lips together, nudging her toward the bed and carefully laying her down on top of it. He kissed her deeply, with long, sensual strokes from his tongue until their mouths were bruised and swollen. His hands swept over her body, feeling the texture of the lace. “I believe I was supposed to take this off with my teeth,” he mumbled against her lips, thumbing the garter.
He kissed down her body, in the valley between her breasts, over the soft swell of her tummy, across her hip, and down her thigh to where the garter sat, leaving little marks as he went. She squirmed under his machinations, but he didn’t let up, taking his time with each place he sucked a bruise onto. His teeth clamped down on the frilly fabric, slowly dragging it down her knee, her calf, and off her foot, tossing it over his shoulder.
She laughed at the audacity of it.
Gripping her hips, he made his way back up her body, only stopping at her neck to lick and suck at her delicate skin.
Elain’s fingers got to work, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, followed by his tie from around his neck, but he stopped her from tossing it on the floor.
Taking the silk fabric, he smirked, telling her, “We’ll save this for later,” and set it aside on the bed.
Heat pooled between her legs at the promise. As of now, he had yet to tie her up, but Elain wouldn’t lie and say the idea hadn’t crossed her mind. To be immobilized by him and only him made her blood heat.
Sensing her growing need, he rolled his hips into hers, giving her just a taste of what was to come.
Azriel didn’t seem to know where to touch her first, so he kept his hands moving in possessive little touches across her body. Pinching her nipples, gripping her hips, spreading her lush thighs apart so he could settle more firmly into their cradle. No matter what he did, it just made her ache for him.
She needed to feel him. Feel his skin on hers, sliding against the lace of her lingerie. “Az,” she whined. “Take it off, please. I want to feel you.” Elain pushed at his shirt, trying to unbutton it.
He obliged her, rising to shed his button-up, and then flicked open his belt to strip out of his pants. Az seemed to care much less about his expensive suit than her dress, tossing the garments onto the floor. In his boxers only, he crawled over her.
Her hands scratched at his skin, sliding up his sides to hook around his shoulders. Elain prided herself in knowing his body thoroughly. She knew every scar, every ridge, every whorl of ink. So, when he lay back on top of her, she immediately noticed something new on his chest.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Elain,” he groaned into her neck, sucking on her pulse point.
But her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him up to get a better look at whatever he had added to his chest. Her eyes went wide in shock, finger tracing the new whorl of ink on his pectoral, right over his heart. Because, holy fuck, that was her name he added. “When did you get this?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to his in wonderment.
A smile curved up the corner of his mouth. “A few days ago.” Which, kind of explained why she hadn’t seen it since they agreed to hold off on sex the past week to make tonight more special. And why he wore a T-shirt to bed the last few nights.
“It’s my handwriting,” she deadpanned. How did he have this perfectly done?
A blush heated his cheeks as he looked down at her with such love and devotion, she felt it in the very marrow of her bones. “I took a photo of your signature on our marriage license and sent it to the artist to create a stencil. I wanted your essence imprinted on me forever. Your handwriting, your name, permanently marked over my heart where you belong.”
Elain was desperately trying to swallow the emotion that had choked her. This man. This wonderful, incredible, selfless man tattooed her name on his body to always keep her close to his heart. She didn’t think she could love him any more than she already did, but he continuously proved her wrong.
Leaning her head forward, she kissed him right over that ink, then cupped his face in her palms; let her thumbs trace lightly over the apples of his cheeks. “Make love to me, Azriel.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, taking her hands from his face and lacing their fingers together by the side of her head. He sucked and licked the soft swells of her breasts, plumped up from the lingerie she was still wearing. His mouth attached to her nipple through the lacy fabric, pulling the point deep into his mouth until her back arched.
She raised her hips, rubbing them together. The wet spot on her panties would’ve told him just how desperate she was for him. It matched the one on his boxer briefs.
Az released her hands to work on the straps of her lingerie, pulling the white lace off her until she was completely bare before him. His thumb gently stroked her slit, grazing her clit just so, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.
Elain’s fingers slid into his dark locks, mussing them as she tugged him closer to where she needed him.
“Tell me what you want me to do, El,” he groaned, sliding his nose into the crease of her thigh.
A hot, needy sound tumbled from her throat, but she said the words that she knew would elicit actions. “Feast, husband.”
He growled, lapping at her entrance before plunging his tongue inside of her. He licked and slurped at her like she was the last thing he’d ever eat. It felt so good, she was nearly delirious with pleasure. Sliding two fingers into her, he pumped slowly, stretching her. “You’re so fucking close already, I can feel you quivering around my hand.”
Elain threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the pull, deep in her gut. Her hips undulated into him and she tugged his head down to where she needed him. Wanted him. “Please, Az,” she cried.
Knowing exactly what she was asking for, he sucked her clit between his teeth, finally drawing her to the brink, and pushing her off.
Elain shattered on his tongue, screaming out his name and tightening her grip on his hair hard enough that he groaned against her, the vibrations sending her spiraling.
He didn’t stop until she went limp, licking every drop she gave him. Azriel looked up at her from between her legs, her release dripping off his lips, and fuck, did the sight have her body trembling for more.
Using his hair as leverage, she pulled him up her body until she could kiss him. Elain moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue.
Brushing hair off her forehead, he smiled down at her. “Hi, wife.”
Those words made butterflies erupt in her stomach, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Azriel could’ve made his vow to her from that look alone, with so much love and longing, Elain knew he was feeling the same emotions as she was.
She reached down, cupping him in her small palm and earning a hiss as he pumped into her hand.
“Still need more from me?” he teased.
“I need everything from you.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. Crawling off her, he stripped out of his boxers, that last piece of clothing between them, then resituated himself between her legs. Azriel rubbed himself over her drenched slit, coating him in her release and adding friction to her clit.
Elain’s head tipped back as a moan crested from her lips.
He took advantage of the exposed skin, attaching his mouth to her neck and sucking a bruising mark into her skin. She loved his love bites, loved when he covered her in his marks like he was staking a claim.
Blindly reaching, Az grabbed the tie from the other side of the bed and held it between them. “Do you trust me?”
The corner of Elain’s lips quirked up. “A little late asking me that since I just married you.”
He pinched her butt cheek in reprimand making her squeal.
“Yes, of course, I trust you.”
“Give me your hands.” It was a soft command, but she listened, bringing her palms forward and presenting them to him. Azriel wrapped the small end of his tie around her, binding her arms together at her wrists with the soft silk. “Is that too tight?” he asked, sliding a finger under the fabric.
She shook her head. “No.”
He kissed her fingers. “If you become uncomfortable at all, tell me.” And then he pushed her arms above her head. “Don’t move these.”
Elain felt herself shudder, stretching out her body as he leaned over her again, mouth going straight for her neck. Her husband’s neck kink was out in full force that night and she loved every bite, every swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin.
His hips rutted into her, sliding himself through her lower lips and coating his cock with her arousal.
It was heavenly. From the sensual tug of his teeth and the friction he applied between her legs, Elain felt herself slicken even further. “Azriel,” she groaned, arms aching to go around his neck but remaining still above her head. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Grabbing her plump thigh, he hefted it onto his shoulder, splitting her open. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance before he rolled his hips, sliding into her with ease.
Her back arched as he entered her, his grunts of pleasure from her clenching around him only enticed her further.
“El, fucking hell. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before I’m even seated,” he complained, lips pulling her pert nipple into his mouth and sucking.
She couldn’t stop the cry from escaping her as he filled her to the brim. His cock sheathed in her warm heat was better than any feeling. She couldn’t explain how the fullness made her whimper from pleasure but also feel at home at the same time. Elain wrapped her other leg around his hips, urging him to move.
And move he did. Long, slow thrusts had her seeing stars when he hit that spot deep inside her. Everything he gave her was measured, from how far he pulled out, to how fast he pushed himself into her.
She needed him harder. Deeper. “Fuck me, Azriel. Like you mean it,” she growled.
His teeth bit down on her nipple in reprimand and, fuck, did she feel it everywhere. Pain mixed with pleasure. But he did as she demanded, snapping his hips into hers and building her up, up, up until she teetered on the edge of her pleasure.
He released her nipple, lips traveling up her jaw to find her own as he thrust into her again. Az grabbed the large end of his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pinned it to the wall as he fucked her harder, the headboard slamming into the plaster with enough force to leave a dent.
But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the goddamn wall, or how her arms ached, or that their family might hear them if they were still outside. All she cared about was the wonderful, delicious feeling that grew low in her belly.
Azriel’s tongue licked up her neck, sucking her delicate skin. He angled his hips up to catch her clit with every thrust. It was what she needed to send her shattering into a million little pieces.
Elain’s cries were smothered by his mouth like he wanted to swallow every sound she made.
It only took a few more thrusts before he careened into his orgasm, spilling himself deep inside her, her body milking him.
Azriel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck as she fought to catch her own. He brought his arm down, pulling her hands until he could slip his head between her arms. She carded her fingers through his damp hair, scratching at his scalp. He hummed in contentment.
They lay there for a while, snuggled into each other’s embrace, Elain brushing her lips on the top of his head.
After a few moments, he was tugging himself out of her sensitive center, kissing the wince away before sliding out of her arms and sitting up. Az carefully untied her silk from her wrists, dropping, even more, kisses to where they had been bound. “How was that?”
She hummed, a soft smile painted on her lips as she circled her free wrists. “That was better than amazing.”
“Better than amazing, hmm?” he murmured, nudging his nose into her cheek.
Affectionate Azriel was one of her favorites—his need for physical touch after they had sex always led to some cuddling. So, she was quite surprised when he began climbing off her. “Where are you going?” she complained, reaching out for him, but her weary arm fell to the mattress with a thud.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her lips once more. “I’ll be right back.” Azriel walked over to his suitcase, sitting in the corner of the room.
Elain rolled onto her side, propping her head on her fist, and watched him stoop down. “Nice ass, husband.”
Her comment had him laughing, deep and full-bellied. He glanced over his shoulder at her, humor dancing in those dark eyes. Grabbing whatever he needed from his bag, he walked back over to her with a mischievous grin. “Since this is our wedding night, I thought we could make it traditional in that we take your last virginity.”
She raised a brow. “Virginity? Az, what are you talking—” Elain paused, taking in the items he presented to her in his palms. The pink vibrator, a tube of lube, and a plug were cradled in his hands. “You want to take my ass?” she asked in disbelief.
“You make it sound so dirty,” he snickered, kneeling on the bed. “And only if you want to. I know we’ve discussed it lightly before, but I brought everything we’d need if you want to explore it.”
Pink rushed to her cheeks, dripping down her chest. She’d be lying if she said the idea hadn’t prickled her curious mind. Whenever he touched her there, her pleasure always intensified. It felt so forbidden, but so right at the same time. Her eyes traveled from the items still in his palms back to his face. “Okay,” she breathed.
Setting everything on the bed, he kissed her belly, smiling into her skin. “My good girl,” he murmured, the words igniting something inside her. “On your knees.”
Elain rolled over, rising onto all fours. Her stomach clenched in anticipation.
Az placed another kiss at the bottom of her spine, kneading her behind. “You have less give back here, so we’re going to take this nice and slow. But I need you to tell me when it’s getting close to being too much to handle, and when you’ve reached your limit. We don’t go past anything that you’re uncomfortable with. Okay?”
She nodded, flipping her hair over her shoulder to look back at him. “I understand.”
“Good girl. We’ll start with my fingers to get you stretched, then I’m going to try and insert this plug.” He leaned over her to show her the plug again. Elain ran a finger over the cool metal. “First off,” he started, setting the plug back on the bed, “we need to get you stimulated.” Azriel slid two fingers inside of her, wetting them with their combined releases.
Elain moaned as he thrust into her, filling her, stretching her. Pulling his digits from her cunt, her body clenching around nothing, he then slowly inserted the toy. They had only played with it a few times, but it had become one of her favorite things to pull out when they got hot and heavy. She waited in baited silence for that first vibration, jolting at the first flick from his fingers on his phone. Hips stuttering, she bowed her head, moaning.
“Easy, love,” he murmured, stroking up to her rosebud. Az worked her opening with his two fingers. The squeeze was tight, but then she felt him add a generous amount of lube, slickening her hole and allowing him to slip in both digits to his knuckle.
She whimpered, rocking back onto his hand. The sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her, the vibrations from the toy in her pussy had her sprinting towards her next orgasm.
But as soon as he felt her crest, Az pulled out of her behind.
Elain was close to crying out when she felt the plug being pushed into her gaping back hole. Holy fuck, the plug was larger than his two fingers. She whimpered as her body stretched to accommodate the toy, bordering on painful.
“You’re doing so well, my good girl. Breathe, love.”
She took shallow breaths, eyes screwing shut. “Az,” Elain cried out his name. “It hurts.” Her fingers tightened on the sheets beneath her palms.
Immediately he pulled back slightly, giving her body some relief. “Do you want to stop, Elain?”
Did she want to stop? No—she didn’t. Elain wanted this. “No,” she breathed, head bowing. “Just give me a second.”
He kissed her sweaty back, reaching between her legs her to lazily rub at her clit.
“How much further until the plug is seated?” she panted, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Azriel’s burning gaze was already on her face, the hunger she saw nearly made her quiver. “About a half inch until you reach the jewel. Once it’s in, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.”
Elain swallowed, nodding. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Are you sure, El? We don’t have to do this.”
She reached back, grabbed his knee—the only thing she could grasp—and squeezed it. “I’m okay. I want to continue.”
Adding more lube to her back entrance, he continued, twisting the plug back and forth to add to the pleasurable sensation.
The break was exactly what her body needed, because, after another moment or two, Elain felt the plug settle into her ass. She moaned, toes curling at feeling so full.
“Good fucking girl,” Az groaned, circling her clit with his fingers. “You did so well, my love. Let’s get you to come, shall we?” Kicking up the vibrator, he gently tugged on the plug, not pulling it out but giving her a sensation of a thrust.
Her body shook, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. “Az, I’m so close. Please, please.” Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pleasure she felt. That deep pull in her backside, the vibrations. Everything inside her was pulled taut and ready to snap. So, when he twisted the plug, Elain shattered in a way she had never done before.
She screamed, her body quaking around everything. Wetness poured out from around the vibrator, coating her thighs. Unable to hold herself up anymore, she collapsed, face first, into her pillow, forcing Azriel to let go of the plug lest he accidentally pull it out of her.
Elain shook, and shook, and shook, the aftershocks of her orgasm running up and down her spine like ocean waves crashing along the shore.
His body sidled up behind her, tugging her limp form into his arms to whisper words of comfort into her hair.
“Turn it off,” she panted, the stimulation overwhelming enough that it was too much.
He moved quickly, releasing her to sit up and grab his phone.
Elain whimpered when the toy was switched off, her sensitive center aching. She was gathered back into his arms, her back pressed into his chest. His hard cock was digging into her backside, thankfully not adding any pressure to the plug.
She panted heavily, her entire body unnaturally boneless. It almost felt like she was hovering just outside of her physical form, not quite drifting back down from her high.
Azriel ran his scarred hands over her curves, soothing her to finally come back to him. he planted kisses on her shoulder, her neck, wherever he could reach with his mouth while keeping her secure in his embrace. “I’m here, El. Just breathe,” he murmured into her hair, making sure she could feel his presence.
It could’ve been minutes or hours before she finally collected enough pieces of herself to twist her neck and look at him over her shoulder.
A dopey smile was on his face at her blissed-out state. “Hello, love,” he whispered, gently kissing her lips.
“How long have we been laying here?” she asked, genuinely curious if she passed out.
He kissed her cheek. “About fifteen minutes.”
That had her blinking. She’d been out of it for fifteen minutes? Holy fuck.
His low chuckle had her eyes snapping back to his. “That was a rather intense orgasm for you. It’ll take a while for you to come down from it,” Az explained, reaching over her to cup the side of her cheek. His thumb swooped over her skin and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “How are you feeling?”
How did she feel? Elain wasn’t quite sure she could explain it, to be honest, but she tried anyways. “I feel—” she weighed her words, trying to find the best ones, “light, I suppose is a good way to put it. Like I drifted out of my body.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Of course, he would ask her that.
“It was overwhelming, but yes, I enjoyed it. A lot. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Elain reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Just give me a couple more minutes and then we can continue.”
He squeezed her palm. “Baby, we don’t need to go any further tonight. You’ve already been through a lot and I don’t want you pushing it—”
“I’m not, Az,” she interrupted him. “I want to try it with you. I’ve got one more in me tonight, but that’s it. And I want to share it with you.”
It was obvious he wanted to protest, but she didn’t let him. “You’ve only come once tonight. I want to be the reason you do it again. Please, Az. Just try. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it.”
Scarred fingers brushed her hair behind her ear. “Okay, let me go get a towel before we attempt to pull the plug out.” He dropped another kiss on her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” Sliding off the bed, Azriel padded to the bathroom, bringing back two bath towels.
She watched him place one at the end of the bed, and then unfolded the other, sliding it partially under her hips.
At her questioning look, he told her, “It might get a little messy and I’d rather not have to change the sheets tonight when we’re finished.”
“You’re not going to put me on my knees again?”
He resumed his position behind her. “No, I don’t think you have the energy for that right now. So, I’ll take you like this.” Propping her knee up, he traced the pads of his fingers over her hip, sliding until her could toy with her clit, lightly circling it. “Tell me when you’re ready. I’ll put the vibrator back on but will keep it low.”
Elain took a steadying breath. He was right, she didn’t have the energy to keep herself upright and she was incredibly thankful that Az could read her body better than she could. “I’m ready,” she said with conviction.
His thick arm slid under her waist, coming up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to send bolts of pleasure through her body.
She whimpered, pressing herself further into the cradle of his hips.
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, taking her hand when she brought it between her legs and showing her just how much pressure to apply. “Good girl. Just like that.” Releasing her, he reached back for his phone, kicking on the vibrator to a low setting.
Elain sucked in a breath, her body still slick with her arousal. When she felt the twisting on the plug, she couldn’t stop the low moan from escaping her throat.
“You’re doing so well, love. Just breathe for me. Nice and slow.”
Doing as he told her, she inhaled slowly, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as he carefully pulled the plug from her ass. As soon as it was gone, Elain whined, her body clenching around the open air.
Azriel cursed into her shoulder, applying lube to his hard cock. “Your body is begging for me, love,” he groaned, nudging the head at her back hole. He grabbed her thigh, hauling her bent leg into the air and exposing her to the cool air. “Tell me when you need me to stop.”
She didn’t. Elain relaxed her body as best as she could, taking him inch by glorious inch as he rocked himself into her. She reached back, gripping his hair at the scalp and holding him into her neck while he sunk deeper and deeper until she felt her rear end pressed into the cradle of his hips.
“Fuck, El,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Elain couldn’t form words. She was delirious with pleasure, edged with pain, and everything in between. It was life-altering, how full she felt with his cock buried into her ass. Nothing could compare to how good it felt to have him like this.
When he started to move, the only sounds she could form were heavy breaths and low moans. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of color as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into the back of her knee, holding her open for him.
His strokes were measured and deep, sliding nearly all the way out, and pushing in until he hit a spot inside her that had her gasping every time.
She needed more. She needed it faster. She needed to come. “Harder, Az,” she cried out, her face burying into her shoulder.
He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into her, his mouth latching itself onto her the back of her shoulder.
Oh, gods. Oh, gods, it was so good. Her hand left her clit to clutch the edge of her pillow, but he quickly replaced it, releasing her breast to slide his fingers down between her legs, tightening his circles on her.
Elain sobbed in pleasure, climbing higher and higher. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t think straight. Her name…what was it? Oh, fuck, he felt so good. She had no idea it could feel like this. “So good,” she moaned pathetically. Her body had turned to putty beneath his careful hands and his hard cock. Another whimper passed between her parted lips as she climbed up to the top of her orgasms, teetering on the edge of something she’d never felt before.
Azriel brushed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
His gruff words were her undoing as Elain dove headfirst into the largest orgasm she’d ever experienced. She squeezed the hair between her fingers, hard enough that he grunted into her neck, but she didn’t let go—couldn’t let go as she fell, fell, fell, all while he fucked her ass harder and faster, prolonging her pleasure.
Her face was soaked with tears, body pulsing around his cock.
It only took another thrust or so before Azriel came with a shout, pushing himself as deep into her as he could go to spill inside of her, claiming her ass as his. Her body convulsed around him, taking everything he offered her and more.
The sweat between their bodies rolled over her skin, but she didn’t care. She was too far lost in her mind to worry about anything but how incredible she felt.
His hot breath panted over her shoulder as he gently laid her leg over her body, keeping her knee still bent. Grabbing his phone, he switched off the vibrator. Az gave her a while to catch her breath, before he murmured into her ear, “I’m going to pull everything out. Slow breaths, love.” The words rattled in her skull but didn’t fully register. She was too lost in the sensations.
Bringing her leg back up, he reached between her thighs and gently tugged out the toy. It didn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips.
“Easy, baby. We’re almost finished,” he whispered, his voice velvety soft and covering her like a warm blanket.
Removing himself from her behind was another story. Her body clamped onto him, causing her to cry out from her sensitive hole.
He slowed his movements, stroking her hips soothingly. “Relax, El. I need you to relax.” His hands gently swept over her body, helping her body come down.
She did, inhaling deeply until he managed to pull himself free. Elain felt incredibly empty without him in her, missing it already, but was too exhausted for anything else tonight.
Azriel pulled himself from behind her, leaning over her body to kiss her cheek. “Don’t fall asleep. We need to clean up first. I’m going to start the bath.” Gripping her chin, he turned her head and dropped a kiss on her swollen lips, smiling down at her before padding into the bathroom.
Elain heard the water turn on and then him rummaging through the drawers, looking for something if she had to guess. Frankly, she didn’t care. She just wanted to sleep. But as soon as she started to drift off, Az was hauling her into his chest, her arms sliding around his neck.
The scalding water made her flinch when it touched her overly sensitive butt. She whimpered again, tightening her hold on him.
Az hushed her, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as he slowly sank into the tub.
Fuck she was so sore, but the heat of the water felt so good too. She nuzzled into his neck before allowing him to twist her on his lap so she sat between his legs. Elain rested her head on his shoulder while he washed her down.
“You did so well tonight, love. I’m proud of you,” he told her, kissing her temple. “Are you feeling all right?”
Elain hummed in contentment. “Fine, just tired.”
His chuckle reverberated through her spine. “We’ll get to bed soon. I need to clean up the mess first and blow out all the candles. Do you think you can manage sitting in the tub a bit longer while I take care of that?”
“Mhmm.” She had no energy for anything else.
His soft laughter chased her in her dreams. Elain felt him climb out from behind her, carefully laying her back against the edge. “Don’t fall asleep, El.”
Good luck with that, she wanted to say but couldn’t. Her eyes had already drifted shut, but she could hear him opening the slider to the small balcony, letting in the fresh air, and then collecting all the items from their bed. She peaked an eye open, seeing him drop the toys in the sink to clean them.
Az didn’t bother to dress, standing nude at the counter as he took care of everything.
Gods, she loved him. He always did everything for her so she never had to worry about anything after sex.
Turning to face her, he grabbed a towel and knelt by the edge of the tub. “All right, love. Can you stand for me so I can dry you off?” He popped the drain, gripping her under the elbow to help her to her feet.
Elain swayed dangerously, making him lurch to hold her under her arm so she didn’t slip.
Az dried her off as best as he could, tossing the wet towel over to the sink before lifting her back into his arms and carrying her into bed, sliding them both under the covers he had pulled down.
She snuggled into his chest, lips pressing over his heart where her name was permanently tattooed. “I love you, Azriel.”
He held her close kissing the top of her head. “Sleep, my beautiful wife.”
But she was already gone, pulled by exhaustion into a dreamless slumber.
~~~~~
Azriel woke to sunlight streaming in from the white curtains across the balcony slider. The rays reflected in Elain’s golden-brown hair, strewn across her pillow. His beautiful, naked wife was curled up on her side, her back pressed into his chest. He was pretty sure his left arm was completely dead, but he didn’t care. Not when he woke up to her every goddamn morning of every day.
She was his wife.
Fuck, she was his wife.
He couldn’t believe he got to call her that forever now. Az didn’t know who he should be thanking for it, but he sent up his prayers to anybody who would listen. His arms were banded around her, one across her chest, the other slung over her waist. He tightened his hold on her, nuzzling deeper into her jasmine and honey scent. She always smelled so good.
The faint laughter of their family told him that they should probably get up soon—join them for breakfast before the jet flew everyone home. He and Elain were going to stay here for a few days before starting on their three-week honeymoon. They were flying to the Winter District first, staying in this dome-like cabin under the northern lights. From there, they would travel to the Spring District to go through its impressive rose gardens. Elain had always wanted to see them and he was obliged to give that to her.
Three whole weeks to themselves. Three weeks of traveling across the country, taking in different sights, sounds, and tastes.
Speaking of tastes, Azriel was greedy for the delicate taste of his wife. Breakfast before breakfast, he told himself, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder. When she didn’t stir, he moved further into the junction of her neck. He swept his hands over her body, the black band on his fourth finger catching the morning rays.
Elain shifted then, murmuring something in her sleep. Still, she didn’t fully wake.
So, he moved his lips to her nape, kissing her there and nudging his nose into her.
She sighed softly, rolling back into his chest to look up at him. Elain flashed him a sleepy smile. “Good morning, husband.” Her voice was a whisper on the morning breeze.
Gods, when she called him that…he had never felt happiness like this. “Good morning, wife,” he told her, tone husky as he leaned down to claim her lips.
Elain responded to his ministrations eagerly, allowing him to roll on top of her. Her fingers wove into his mussed hair. “What time is it?” she asked as he kissed down her throat to the center of her chest.
Az looked up at her, her brown eyes already dark with lust. “Mid to late morning if I had to take a guess. Everyone else is up. I can hear them.” His tongue darted out to lap at her nipple, sucking the point deep into his mouth.
She sucked in a breath, arching into him and pushing her breast further between his teeth. “Az,” she moaned.
He slipped further down her body, settling between her thighs. His thumb stroked her slit, feeling the wetness that had gathered there already. “Hush, love. You have to be quiet or our family is going to hear you while I enjoy my breakfast.”
At the first swipe of his tongue, Elain clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes screwing shut.
Azriel chuckled against her, throwing her legs over his shoulders and setting a brutal pace. He licked her entrance, plunging his tongue in and out of her, then slid up her slit to suck her clit.
Elain grabbed a handful of his hair, moaning against her palm as she writhed against his mouth, fucking herself on his tongue.
He loved when she took her pleasure from him, rode him to her heart’s content like she was doing now.
With her grip on him, Elain undulated her hips into him, positioning his mouth where she wanted him—needed him. When she tugged him to her clit, he sucked it hard, careening her into her orgasm.
She came with a muffled cry, body going limp into the mattress.
Swiping his tongue up her slit one more time, Azriel kissed his way back up her body, bringing his mouth to hers and letting her taste herself.
Elain hummed, hooking an ankle over his hip and flipping them over. Straddling his waist, she kissed him again. “My turn.” Following a similar path he took, Elain made her way down to his aching cock, at attention and eagerly waiting for his wife’s delectable mouth.
“Fuck, Elain,” he groaned at the first lick.
She smirked at him from between his legs. “Quiet now. You don’t want our family to hear you while I eat my breakfast,” Elain teased, repeating his words back to him.
“Let them,” he growled, sucking in a breath when she swallowed him whole. Fuck, he brushed the back of her throat in her bobbing. Azriel grabbed her hair, holding it at the back of her head and off his thighs. He wanted to watch her suck him.
And suck him she did. Elain’s cheeks hallowed, taking him deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his shaft. The warmth was fucking heavenly. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her, feeling the pull low in his belly.
It should be embarrassing how quickly he’d orgasm when she put her mouth on him, but frankly, he didn’t care about staving off when she fucked him with her mouth. It felt too good to stop. “El…”
Feeling him at the precipice of his orgasm, she took him as deep as her throat would allow, finishing him off with a final draw from her mouth.
Az came with a groan, spilling down her throat.
Elain pulled off him with an audible pop, swallowing everything he gave her.
Fuck he loved her. He said as much, grabbing her under his arms and hauling her up his body to kiss her roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to be buried inside of you right now, but we should probably get down there to see the family off. I have housekeepers coming today to clean this place.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We should definitely put away the toys from last night before they get here.”
He laughed, alerting the others to their woken state because a few minutes later, Cash was banging on the front door, shouting, “Lovebirds, get up! I’ve got breakfast ready.”
“We’re coming!” he growled back, making Elain giggle into his chest. “Come on wife, let’s get dressed.”
Half an hour later, they were cleaned up, dressed, and making their way across the yard to the back patio where his brother had served up a ton of food. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast, fruit, and every breakfast drink you could imagine.
Azriel pulled out a chair at the table for Elain, pushing her in before taking a seat next to her. He grabbed platters of food, piling various things onto her plate before his own.
“Elain, you look incredibly well-rested,” Cassian said.
He froze in the middle of scooping fruit, eying his brother in suspicion.
El blinked at his brother. “I am Cash. Thank you.”
He knew it wasn’t a compliment based on the tone of voice. “Cash, if you ever want to have children again, I suggest you not voice whatever is sitting on the tip of your tongue,” he warned.
His wife glanced at him, brows furrowed. “What?”
But Cassian just threw an arm around Nesta’s shoulders, smirking. “I’m just saying, if she’s well-rested, then you must’ve not done your job last night well enough.”
Elain’s cheeks turned pink at the comment, but before he could throw the platter at his ass of a brother, she said, “Cash, perhaps you shouldn’t be so boastful. You should know that women tell each other everything.” Elain propped her cheek on her fist, staring his brother down. “And I mean, everything.”
He glanced at her, unsure of whatever it was she had on his brother, but he was curious. And the look that Cash shot her was not one of pride, but rather one of caution.
“You don’t know anything,” he dared.
His wife’s smile was nothing short of chilling.
“Oh, really? I wouldn’t be so quick, to assume.”
Cassian’s face went pale and he whipped his head to Nesta who was trying not to smile, patting her daughter’s back. “You told her?!” he accused.
Nesta buried her face into the side of Sutton’s head, trying to hold back her laugh.
Feyre raised a glass across the table. “I can back, Elain.” The younger Archeron winked at his wife, sipping from her mimosa.
Cash gaped at the three women. “I can’t believe you told them,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.
Nesta patted his thigh. “It was years ago, babe. Who cares?”
“I care,” he muttered, looking put out.
Azriel reached under the table to grip Elain’s thigh, pouring her a mimosa from the pitcher on the table.
She slid her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. Picking up her glass, she clinked it on his, her smile brighter than pure sunshine.
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss her, oblivious to the whoops and hollers from their family. Az ignored all of that and just let himself enjoy the moment with his gorgeous wife.
~~~
A few hours later, the newly married couple was lying on the beach, soaking up the sun’s warmth. He had dragged out two lounge chairs, sitting them side by side in the sand. Elain looked ridiculously good in her high-waisted bikini.
He had thoroughly ravished her body last night, her creamy skin plastered with his claiming marks. A few were covered by the swimsuit, but the ones on her neck, her ribcage, between the swells of her breasts remained visible.
Fuck she looked sexy covered in his bites.
And Elain didn’t seem to mind them showing, walking out of the house with the confidence of a queen.
Az had groaned at the sight of her. “I did a number on your body,” he’d told her.
She simply smirked, stating, “Perhaps you can add another one later.” Then she handed him the bottle of sunscreen and asked him to lather her back up.
He definitely did more than just her back, kneeling to cover her gorgeous legs, her toned arms, her ample chest, and her lithe waist. She laughed when his fingers slipped into her bikini top, asking him what he was doing. “Making sure my wife doesn’t get burned.”
Elain could only shake her head at his antics.
Laying out, she had tipped her floppy hat down, shading her face as she napped, the book she’d been reading discarded in the sand underneath her chair.
Noticing the pinkening on her stomach, Azriel got up, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen to rub more on her.
She jolted slightly at the contact.
“You’re getting pink,” he explained, spreading the white cream over her body. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Elain hummed, running her hand up his arm. Quick as a flash, she pulled his Ray Bans off his face.
He gave her an exasperated look. “What are you doing?” Az laughed.
“Here, you can wear mine,” she said, holding out her pink aviators to him and pushing his onto her nose.
Huffing, he grabbed hers from her outstretched hand and slid them onto his face. “How do I look?”
“Fabulous,” she said, grinning.
He grabbed her waist, hauling her over his shoulder and making her squeal.
“Azriel! What are you doing?” she laughed.
“Taking my wife swimming, that’s what.”
She smacked him on the butt. “Put me down!”
“No,” he said, popping her on the ass. “And believe me, baby, if you want to start the ass-smacking, I will win.”
Azriel should’ve known that her silence wasn’t her conceding, but that wicked little mind coming up with something truly devious. He hadn’t anticipated her grabbing his hips and biting him on the cheek.
A shout sounded from his throat, and he whipped her back over his shoulder to carry her bridal style. “You little minx. Did you just bite my ass?” He stared down at her in disbelief.
“I told you to put me down. It’s your fault,” she told him, smiling sweetly.
The heated look he shot her had her squirming in his arms. “Oh, I will get even for that later tonight.” His sensual promise had blood rushing to her cheeks. Despite his desire to turn around and carry her right up to the house and fuck her senseless, he continued into the cool water, setting her on her feet about thigh deep.
Elain bent at the waist, dragging her fingers in the waves. Giving him a feline smirk, she splashed him and took off running.
Stunned for a second, Azriel ran after his wife, following the sound of her joyful laugh. When he finally caught her, he kissed her like it was his last.
~~~~~
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