TOO SWEET / SOULLESS!SAM WINCHESTER
PAIRINGS: Soulless Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: You were simply just trying to get through your day, he found himself enticed by your kindness and unwilling to let go.
WARNINGS: Innocence kink, teasing, flattery, size diff kink, dacryphillia, hair pulling, non-con/dub-con, rough, angry Sam, p in v, fingering, cream pie, babying, virgin reader, blood, scratches
WORDCOUNT: 3K Words
A/N: I canât just write a sweet Sam fic and not balance out the scales! This is a bit self indulgent so short!reader. Also Iâm not an avid drinker so bare with me at the bar đ @lady-ashfade here it is!!
Gif not mine, credits to the owner!
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You hadnât meant to bump into him, no one bumps into people on purpose. But you were scared of running out of time before the shop closed and werenât really caring about your surroundings.
âOh my god, I am so sorry!â You immediately apologised whilst grabbing everything that had dropped to the floor. His hands grazed yours and you froze up, making eye contact with the man. âNo, it was my fault.â His voice mocked the concern in yours, even if it didnât reach his eyes.
You laughed, âAre you kidding? I totally bumped into you, I wasnât watching where I was going.â You stood up with all your belongings in hand and with a smile. âI should be on my way. Again, Iâm so sorry.â Sam shook his head, âYou donât need to keep apologising.â
Your lips pressed into a tight smile as you nodded, âOkay.â The awkwardness of your interaction was practically unbearable. âIâll be on my way, have a nice day.â Sam watched as you walked away, and he couldnât help but laugh. Not out of happiness but intrigue.
He wanted more, and he wasnât going to stop until he did.
You were sweet, unnaturally so, he wanted a taste.
So with out your knowledge of course, he followed you. For the rest of the day he was right behind you, and you were blissfully unaware. You finished up with your groceries about an hour later and finally crossing off everything to do that day.
As you stood near the exit with your cart you couldnât help but sigh. Seven bags, loaded, and paper with only two arms. Your car was in the shop so youâd put off a lot of things, which resulted in them piling up.
So you decided for a delivery instead, but you had to wait until the truck came back to allow them to pick your groceries up and eventually drop them off. You wondered if theyâd give you a ride in all honesty.
You waited outside the doors whilst reading a magazine you bought, which was surprisingly interesting.
You really should be more aware of your surroundings.
âDo you need some help?â You glanced upwards at the sound of a familiar voice, the man from before. He was so tall and pretty, âOh! No, Iâm just waiting.â You smiled widely as you placed the magazine inside a bag. âI didnât catch your name back there, Iâm Y/n.â Sam smiled, âNice to meet you Y/n, Iâm Sam.â His eyes trailed down, you were wearing a low cut dress, it sure as hell suited you.
âCompleting some shopping are we?â He chuckled at the notion, Sam, grocery shopping like a normal person. âI was about to, until I saw your gorgeous self.â His words made you giggle, you could feel your face grow hotter. âOh god, you areâ thatâs so sweet.â Your hands intertwined with eachother as you looked down to your feet, a strand falling in front of your eyes.
Samâs hand darted out to tuck it behind your ear, âOh, thank you.â Your voice was sweet, he wondered if you were this shy in bed. âNo problem. I was wonderingâ,â
âMaâam?â A worker came outside with a smile, âTrucks here, would you like me to unpack it all for you?â You nodded quickly, âOh yes, please.â You were always so polite. âSomeone as pretty as you shouldnât be doing it all herself am I right?â Samâs jaw tightened as he watched your face flush, âIâll help her unload.â
You both turned to Sam, âNo you donât need to seriously.â The look in Samâs eyes was unsettling, and you thought the worker noticed it too. âIâll help.â It wasnât an ask, he was telling you. And you were the furthest thing from confrontational, so you let him take the cart. The worker passed a clipboard to you to fill out your address, Sam passed it onto the driver.
Sam couldnât figure out for the life of him why he wanted you so badly, he couldnât care less usually about some random girl. But there was something about you that drew him to you, you were so, innocent. In need. And he wanted to sink his teeth into you, badly.
Once he was done you offered him a tight lipped smile, unsure of his mood, âThank you Sam, you didnât have to at all.â He knew he didnât have to, âItâs nothing really, you needed the help.â Sam couldnât help but grin when he noticed you quite literally straining your neck to look up at him. You were so, pocket sized.
As if I canât load groceries into a trunk? His words made you seem weak, but you brushed it off. âI donât how to repayâ,â
Bad choice of words sweetheart.
âLet me take you out.â
Somehow youâd managed to let him smooth talk you into a hang out. So here you were, sitting with him at the bar. Sam was anything but boring. He had about a million comments locked and loaded for every second. You found yourself enthralled by him, itâd been far too long since you enjoyed yourself on a night out.
âYouâre lying!â
âIâm not, at all. Believe what you want Sweetheart.â The nickname made you want to kick your feet and smile. Sam was so, amazing. He was tall, handsome, funny and kind. You couldâve maybe added chivalrous to the list. Sam waved over the bartender, heâd finished his third beer whilst you nursed a Cosmo.
Sam raised an eyebrow at your drink, youâd had it for about twenty minutes and before it a coke. âPacing yourself are we?â The glass turned in your hands as you sighed, âI donât drink that often honestly.â
âNo?â Sam feigned interest, âYeah, Iâm more of the designated driver. I find it better to have fun sober in all honesty rather than waking up with a pounding headache and unaware of my surroundings.â Getting blackout drunk wasnât on everyoneâs to do lists which was respectable he guessed. âGood girl.â
The words made your eyes widen as you took another sip, Sam noticed. He found your shyness cute. Usually by know a girl was pawing at him, hinting towards a get away to her place or at least flirting. But you were just, talking. Like you wanted to get to know him rather than fuck him.
He found it adorable at the start, you barely knew what you were doing. But with your tits on display, and him being more than tall enough to look down your dress, he wanted nothing more than to get out of the place.
Itâd been thirty minutes since his third beer. He was on his seventh and you were on another coke. Sam was so close to blowing up. The way you looked up at him, when your lips chased after the liquid in your cup, and your cute little body in that short dress.
You glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped, you had work you needed to submit by 11 and it was already 10. âI completely lost track of time, oh my god!â Sam watched as you smiled at the bartender, swiftly tossing down a thirty as you swung your bag over your shoulder.
Sam placed his beer down, undeniably irritated by your sudden departure, âThank you so much for such a nice night Sam, it was really nice getting to know you. I hope we can maybe see eachother again?â You barely waited for an answer before placing a peck on his cheek.
âIâll see you around?â
It was the last thing you said before you bolted out the door. Sam was surprisingly stunned, within a minute youâd upped and left him alone. Not once did you overtly flirt or bat your eye lashes, it was honestly refreshing. A challenge is what he saw you as and a kind man is what saw you in him. How wrong you were, and how badly he wanted you.
Sam downed the rest of his drink before deciding, he was coming after you.
The night air nipped at your bare skin, youâd idiotically forgone a jacket or shawl. All you wanted was to get home and debrief with your friend who was proud of you for finally going out with someone. You really did enjoy yourself with Sam, but at the same time in your opinion there was something off about him.
Heâd make a good friend.
As you entered your apartment you immediately sighed, if there was something you loved more than shopping or going out, it was your home. You quickly removed your heels and placed your bag on the counter before moving to your room. Makeup wipes disposed of, clothes picked out and the weekend was tomorrow.
You decided to wear a simple gown since it was a bit too warm in your place. As you were about to turn down the heatâ
The lights went out.
Your hands trailed along the walls until you reached your living room curtains, thankfully you lived in the city. As you looked out you realised it was probably only your building. A creaking from behind caused you to turn sharply, âHello?â No response. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a flashlight from your drawer.
The living room seemed empty, shadows drawn out by the light. Another creak came, but closer this time, âIf thereâs someone here, Iâm so close to calling the cops.â
You screamed as you heard a chuckle from behind you, âHow are you going to call without a phone?â You knew that voice, âSam?â He stepped out from behind you with a wide grin, his eyes were trained on you, like a predator. The way he stared sent shivers down your spine, âWhat the hell are you doing here? How did you evenâ,â
âI saw your address on the delivery sheet. You really shouldnât just pass around personal details sweetheart.â You swallowed before backing up, he continued walking forwards, âIâ I didnât show it you on purpose.â Sam shook his head disapprovingly as he tutted, âItâs no excuse, it was reckless of you. Imagine what wouldâve happened if the wrong person saw?â
The tears were welling quickly, this was not the Sam youâd met, the one that you laughed and drunk with. This Sam was intimidating, âYou are the wrong person.â
Your back was up against the wall, âOuch, I wasnât the wrong person when you needed help right? I wasnât the wrong person when you wanted to go out. Youâre a bitch, you know that? Wearing that little dress, that black lace and leaving me by myself. What was so important that you had to go? Or do you just get kicks out of leaving guys high and dry?â
You shook your head vehemently, tears dropping down your cheeks. Samâs thumb caressed your cheek whilst the other traced upwards, âNo.â You cried out, âNo?â Sam mocked as he raised his eyebrows, âNo to what sweetie? No to being a slut or something else?â His fingers ghosted over your panties as you jerked your hips upwards, âSensitive arenât you, not so sure if youâre a slut anymore Y/n/n.â
You refrained from puking at the nickname, âSomething else.â Sam smirked as he took you in, teary, puffy eyes with a tear stained face. You struggled with getting your words out, his presence was overwhelming. You knew you couldnât actually put up a fight, this man was a giant. And heâd absolutely crush you, no chance.
âNo to this?â His fingers slipped your panties to the side and laughed when you began to sob into his shoulder. His finger presses against your clit as a gasp falls from your lips, âCanât tell me you donât want it when youâre acting like this Y/n/n.â You cringed at the lewd squelch that came from you.
Sam groaned as your fingertips dug into his biceps, âSammy please.â He wanted to hit you the second you called him Sammy, but the wide eyes that stared up at him were too cute. âTell me, tell Sammy what you need.â It was tedious at this point, his fingers had withdrawn from your clit, his touch was light and never where you needed it to be.
âPlease justâ just do something!â You wanted to cry even more, the apartment was warm and so were you. Your head was foggy, and all you could focus on was Samâs large hands and thick fingers. âPlease, I need you.â He pressed a finger to your clit and you moaned out, âSammy!â
âYouâre so wet Y/n/n, all for me yeah?â You were too far gone as he entered a finger, in and out. âWhen I say something,â Not even giving a minute to adjust, Sam added another finger as your fingernails scratched down his arms, âYou respond.â His other hand came around your neck, his own fingernails imprint upon the smooth skin.
You whined at the loss of contact as Sam pulled out, feeling discomfort as you could feel your own slick coating your thighs, âJump.â Sam had his hands on your ass as you jumped up, âGood girl.â
He laid you down on the bed before taking his own clothes off. You expected him to continue with fingering you but Sam had different plans. Because if there was one thing he put on top?
His own pleasure.
When you felt him rubbing his cock on your cunt, you immediately began to crawl away, âWhat do you think youâre doing Y/n/n?â Samâs hands circled around your wrists as you squealed, his grip was tight and bruising.
âIâve neverâŠâ
Oh this was too good. As if he wasnât already having a good night. When you finally stopped fighting him, realising the stupidity of it, you looked at him.
His face was twisted in concern and you felt your heart swell, he was going to let you go. But then, you watched in horror as he began to laugh.
âBaby, you think I care? More fun for me.â
Your bedroom was filled with lewd sounds of skin and groans from Sam, your hands were pinned down above your head courtesy of Sam. He thrusted meanly and with so much force that you had scratched his back bloody.
âShit Y/n/n, I knew youâd have a tight cunt but, fuck.âYou hated him, how gorgeous he looked above you, how the sweat made his abs glisten and how your body reacted to his words.
Samâs one hand was more than enough to hold both of yours, he traced your tits before pinching your nipple causing you to scream out. âDoes it hurt? Poor baby.â He continued plunging into you, his dick twitched inside as he noticed the crimson on his dick.
Sam slowed his movements down as he noticed your eyes fluttering, âYou keep your eyes on me Y/n. Close your eyes on me again and see what happens.â You quite literally couldnât help it, Sam had already came inside you twice and your body had given up on fighting long ago.
âPlease, just stop it Sam.â He scoffed at the plea, âWhat, Iâm not Sammy anymore?â Sam teased as his hand came down to your clit, pressing down.
âThis is all your fault yâknow? Leaving me at the bar like Iâm pathetic? Only pathetic thing here is you. Canât even fight back now?â You barely managed to shake your head as Samâs strong hands squeezed your hips before lifting and a slap landed on your ass.
âCute little thing arenât you?â
Sam pulled out before flipping you onto your stomach, pulling you back by your hips he ground against your ass. He prodded at your ass using your slick to stretch you out, âCute ass too, maybe next time?â You shook your head at the notion, âBaby, Y/n/n you gotta use your words.â
He slid back into your tight cunt and groaned, âFuck youâre so good. Allâ all for me.â You found yourself clutching onto the bed as he drove in and out mercilessly. You felt your legs begin to quiver as your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold back. His hand tangled itself in your hair.
Samâs hand on your ass kneaded and slapped, leaving it throbbing. âFuck I can feel you, cum. Cum for me.â As much as you didnât want to give him the pleasure of knowing you felt as if you were going to explode. Sam was there too, you could feel his hips falter and his grip on your hair tighten.
âYouâre mine, fuck, Youâre mine. You understand?â His voice whispered against your ears and then you felt it. Samâs cock throbbed inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and thick, hot, ropes of cum filling you up as he came.
Samâs hand pressed down onto your stomach, âFeel that Y/n/n?â Samâs voice was prominent by your ear, âYes Sammy!â You exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you.
He grinned before pulling out, you immediately collapsed onto the bed. You closed your eyes hoping it was over now. You jolted as you felt Samâs fingers stuff his loads of cum back into you, âKeep that in there, or Iâll take you again.â Sam smiled as you nodded.
He surprisingly didnât leave, instead he laid next to you. Sam had given you a break, two minutes was enough right?
Your peace was taken again as you felt a hand crawl around on your hip, âOn second thought,â
âI might just take your ass now.â
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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 49
It's here!!! The final part of this massive fic. đ I can't believe we're finally at the end. I'm still in shock that I get to close the door on this fic that has taken up the last three years of my life. I have so many emotions running through me right now. đ„ș
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Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW
This part also features descriptions of birth and complications from it.
Word Count: 7,225
Elain had spent a good portion of the late morning getting ready for the baby shower scheduled for noon. At just over eight months pregnant, they were cutting close to the wire of the twinsâ arrival.
She was beyond exhausted. Growing the babies was work enough, but she ached everywhere at this point. Her boobs, her hips, her ankles. Her backâŠthat hurt the worst. She looked like she swallowed two extra large watermelons. Elain hadnât seen her feet in two and half months and she was praying that her toenails looked well enough for sandals today.
On top of her aching body, she also slept like shit the night before, having woken up in the wee hours with Braxton Hicks contractions that seemed to never want to go away. They were getting obnoxious at this point.
Oh! And her boobs had already started leaking. Aside from the contractions, Elain also woke up to a soaked sleep shirt and an attitude that poor Azriel was desperately trying to keep calm. She felt bad that her irritation got directed at him, but he took her mood swings in stride, giving her the space when she needed it, and focusing on taking care of Kaden and getting him ready for the party.
Her husband knocked lightly before entering their bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it when he saw her standing there in an ugly pair of panties and a strapless braâwhich she had no idea how it was going to hold up her tits, but here they were. âHello, my love. How are you doing?â he asked, striding further into their room. He was already dressed in black slacks and a white button-down rolled up to his elbows. It was one of her favorite looks on him. Casual but classy and sexy as hell.
âIâm all right. Better than this morning,â which was true. In the time she took to get ready, she felt her irritation slowly dissipate. âIâm sorry for snapping at you.â
He gifted her a soft smile he reserved only for her and their children. âEl, youâre carrying two babies. Youâre allowed to let out your frustrations. Iâm here to spar if you need it, you know that.â
She knew he meant spar as in letting her yell and shout and hiss words until she felt better while he just took it. Gods, he really was the perfect husband. Elain held out her coco butter lotion towards him. âDo you mind rubbing this on me and helping me dress?â
Azriel took the bottle from her outstretched hands, dropping a sweet kiss on her plump lips before squirting some into his scarred palms and gently rubbing it all over her swollen stomach. He knelt before her, dutifully getting every inch of her covered. âYou are so beautiful, Elain,â he murmured, kissing her at the fullest part of her belly.
She snorted. âI am a beached whale who ate too much.â
âYou are a gorgeous woman carrying life inside of her womb. That will always be beautiful, sweetheart.â
How he always knew what to say was beyond her, but she tugged him up off the ground to kiss him thoroughly. It shouldâve annoyed her with how just a few sweeps of Azrielâs tongue had every concern and irritation simply melt away. He knew when to play that card and fuck did he play it well.
But even his tongue couldnât stop the hiss of pain as another contraction wracked her body.
He immediately pulled back at the sound, eyes scanning her face. âAre you all right?â he asked, concern etched into the tone.
She breathed through the wave that tightened in her abdomen. âBraxton Hicks contractions,â she said as an explanation.
 His brows shot into his hairline. âDo we need to go to the hospital?â
Elain reached up to cup his cheek in her palm, her thumb swiping over the stubble there. âNo, itâs a normal thing this late in the pregnancy. Iâve had a few this morning starting before dawn. Itâs why I was grouchy.â
Understanding lit his face and he carefully ran his hand down her stomach again. âWhy didnât you wake me this morning?â
She huffed a laugh. âBecause I knew youâd go into full-birthing-dad-mode and neither one of us wouldâve slept any longer.â
Azriel shot her an unamused glare. âYou will be thanking me for that birthing-dad mode when youâre in labor and I have everything packed up within minutes.â
This time Elain laughed loud and joyfully. âYes, youâre probably right.â She nodded to the dress on the bed. âHelp me slip that on?â
He grabbed the fabric, bunching it in his large fists, and pulled it over her head. It was an off-the-shoulder, loose, pale pink cotton dress, decorated with roses. It looked vintage, gathering just under her bust, with oversized puffy sleeves that sat off her shoulders, over her biceps. Ruffles accentuated the bottom hem, emphasizing the vintage style. It was the perfect spring dress. When Elain first saw it at the store, she knew she had to buy it for the shower.
Azriel tugged her loose curls from the back of the dress, letting them brush against her spine. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder before grabbing the rose-pendant necklace he bought to go with the dress and draping it around her delicate neck. âPerfect,â he murmured onto her skin, his smile pressing against her neck.
Elain sighed softly, reaching up to thread her fingers through his dark hair. âHow am I still horny for you?â
He nipped at her throat, a rumble shaking his chest. âBecause you know I can deliver what you need without even blinking.â
This time she laughed, letting his hands run across her body in possessive little touches.
Azriel brazenly cupped her sex through the dress, growling as she let out a mewling sound and began to writhe against those skilled fingers, searching for the friction she desperately craved. âWould you like to fuck my hand, love?â he murmured, mouth grazing her jaw.
Elain fell slack against him, letting his strength hold her up. âAz,â she breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he began to rub her in earnest. âPlease.â
He nipped the curve of her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. âYou beg so prettily, El.â Bunching up the dress in a fist, Azriel slid her panties aside, swiping his fingers over her soaked pussy. âFuck, baby. Youâre so wet for me. Always desperate for my touch.â
She gripped him, nails digging into his exposed forearms. âI needâI need,â she panted out, wiggling in his hold. âPlease, Az.â
Giving her exactly what she wantedâneededâAzriel sunk his middle finger into her aching cunt, pumping once before adding a second digit. âSuch a good girl,â he whispered, thrusting in and out of her. The heel of his palm grazed her clit sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.
Elain bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst from her. His fingers scraped along that special spot inside of her, building her up and up and up until she teetered on the edge of bliss.
Barely conscious of her surroundings, Elain caught the sound of the door handle jiggling, followed by a âMomma!â
Azriel clapped a hand over her mouth as he continued his machinations. âMommaâs getting dressed, Kaden. Weâll be out in a minute,â he called out, pressing his palm firmly on her clit and sending her spiraling into her orgasm.
Too far gone to care, she tumbled into sweet oblivion, coming hard on his fingers. Elain moaned, only quieted by the muffling against her husbandâs scarred hand.
He worked her through her release, slowing his movements when she started to come down from her high. Az peppered her skin with sweet kisses, removing his fingers from her pussy and readjusting her panties back into place before letting the dress fall back down. âBetter, my love?â
âIâm gonna have to change my underwear, but yes.â She twisted in his arms, catching him sucking his fingers clean. Elain brought his mouth down to hers, tongue licking the drop of her release dotting his bottom lip. âThank you, husband.â
He smiled into their kiss, deepening it once more. âIâll go check on Kaden while you finish up. Weâll head out when youâre done.â
Twenty minutes later, they were in the car on their way to Rhys and Feyreâs place. It was a gorgeous day full of sunshine, the air warm with the oncoming of summer. It was as if even the Mother wanted to grace her presence on that day with her radiance. They really couldnât have asked for a more beautiful day for a baby shower.
âMomma?â Kaden called from the back seat. âWhere are we going?â
His speech had improved so much since they first brought him home that the therapist they hired had told them after the end of the school year, that he likely wouldnât need to continue seeing a specialist to catch him up. He was reading and writing the way a five-year-old should be and was on track to pass kindergarten with flying colors.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. âRemember how we talked about going to Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhysâs for the baby shower today.â
He seemed to think about that. âWhatâs a baby shower?â
Her lips quirked up at his curious mind. Thankfully, he hadnât asked about where babies came from again. âItâs a party to celebrate the upcoming arrival of your brother and sister.â Her hand came to rest on her belly instinctively.
His face scrunched up. âWill I have to take a bath again?â
Azriel let out a snort, glancing at her. âItâs a fair question.â
She laughed. âNo, sweetheart. Not that kind of shower. To shower with love. The party is just to celebrate the babies before they arrive.â
âWill there be cake?â he asked, excitement lighting up his face at the prospect of sweets.
âFor my sisterâs sake, there better be.â Elainâs late-stage pregnancy craving was anything sweet. Cookies, cakes, pastries, whatever she could get her hands on, she was eating it. Azriel was barely able to keep the pantry stocked with desserts for her to snack on.
Her husband chuckled. âIf she doesnât, weâll stop by a bakery on our way home and get each of you a cake. Howâs that sound?â he asked, grasping her hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.
She grinned. âYou spoil me.â
He looked at her then. âYou deserve to be spoiled.â
They were fashionably late to their baby shower, and Elain completely blamed her husbandâs morning sexual charade for the delay in their arrival. Not that she minded at all. She had another Braxton Hick contraction in the car, Azriel eying her with worry and once again asking if they should make a pitstop at the hospital just in case.
But that wouldâve made them even more late and Elain knew it was unnecessary.
All of their friends and family were waiting for their arrival. And she hated being late.
âWhat am I going to do with you gone for six months, Elain?â Thesan teased, taking a sip of his beer.
She shot a devilish grin at the head nurse sitting on the couch across from her. âIâm sure Viv would love to pick up all the slack.â
Viviane squawked in outrage and pointed a menacing finger in her direction. âDonât put your work on me while youâre enjoying your babymoon, Elain Archeron-Knight.â
The group laughed as she pushed herself up off the couch. Another contraction hit her and she winced, catching the attention of the sharp-eyed nurse. But before she could ask, Kaden came bounding up to her, tugging on the skirt of her dress.
âMomma, can I have a cake pop?â He looked up at her with those damn puppy eyes he knew she couldnât resist.
Elain ran a hand through his hair. âSure, sweetie. Only one. You donât want to spoil your appetite for Uncle Cassianâs good barbeque.â
Said uncle was out in the backyard tending to the grill with her husband, Rhys, and the Moonbeam brothers because, apparently, thatâs where men gathered. Aelin and Rowan had joined them, the former getting an eyebrow raise from Azriel at her companyâs appearance.
She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to perhaps score one of those cake pops herselfâshe was the guest of honor, surely she could snag one too. Feyre, Nuala, and Cerridwen had been busy putting together the final touches for lunch and were just waiting for Cassianâs proteins to serve food.
But just as she reached the breakfast bar, a wave of excruciating pain washed over her. Catching herself on the counter, Elain gripped the side of her stomach, groaning loud enough that the other room went silent. And then she felt it. Liquid surged between her legs, puddling the floor beneath her.
No. No, it was too soon. They couldnât be coming already.
Viviane rounded the corner from the living room as Feyre and the twins approached her.
Somebody breathed her name, but she couldnât decipher who it was over the blood rushing in her ears.
More footsteps sounded as her friends and family came from the living room to see what was going on.
âElain.â It was Feyreâs voice that broke through the fog of fear that had clouded her, but she was too numb to respond. Too nervous. âSomebody get Azriel!â
Her panic grew and her breathing turned shallow. It was too soon. She wasnât ready, wasnât prepared enough. The anxiety of giving birth hit her like a freight train.
She couldnât do this.
She couldnât.
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Azriel took a swig of his beer, rolling his eyes at the cad comment Rhys made. His tanned skin warmed in the sunlight even with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. With a glance at the large window, he caught Elain rising from her spot on the couch, Kaden gripping her dress to speak with her.
Gods, that fucking dress. Elain looked like a maternal goddess in it, emphasizing her swollen belly, brimming with the life of his children. Az never realized he had a breeding kink until he and Elain got back together. His desire to fill her with his seed, to watch her grow with life had him hardening in his pants.
Now at eight months, she had reached the stage where little things irked the hell out of her. Honestly, her temper was cute as hell, but he tried to be considerate of her exhaustion and short-fuse, offering himself up to take the heat of her ire. It was only fairâheâs the one that got her pregnant.
It may have made him a primitive, alpha-douchebag, but fuck did he love to see her waddling around, pregnant and barefoot in their home. She was already such a wonderful mother to their boy, Kaden. Cassian had been right. He was so incredibly grateful for Elainâs maternal instinct.
âSomething caught your eye, brother?â Cassian taunted, grinning. His brother knew exactly what he was looking at. Or whom.
He shot him a dry look that had Cash chuckling.
âIf she wasnât already pregnant, Iâd say that look alone couldâve knocked her up,â he teased. âWho knew you had such a kink, Az.â
Azriel opened his mouth to retort, but the sliding glass door opening caught his attention.
Nuala peeked her head out, a worried look on her face that had his stomach tightening in knots. âAzriel! Get in here now!â
But he was already moving, dropping his drink on the table and running after her into the house, his brothers and friends hot on his heels. He froze in the entryway of the kitchen, taking in the scene for a split second before his eyes settled on Elain bent over the counter, a puddle of clear liquid beneath her.
His feet ate up the space between them in three long strides, her name falling from his lips as he cupped her face and forced her gaze on his. Azriel prided himself in knowing exactly what Elain was feeling, what she was thinking by just the look on her face. He read her better than he did himself. So, seeing the blatant apprehension and worry written as clearly as a tattoo on her forehead had his heart racing in his chest.
Her eyes were wet with the tears he could tell she was trying to hold back.
âLove,â he said quietly, unsure how to proceed at the moment.
She blinked like hearing him cleared a bit of the fog that had washed over her. âAzriel.â Her voice cracked.
He folded her into his arms, trying to soothe whatever worries were troubling her. âYouâre okay, my love.â
Elain seemed to melt in his embrace, her tension slowly ebbing away the longer he held her. He gave her whatever time she needed, ignoring the audience they had around them, but it was long enough for another contraction to hit. She cried out, gripping his hand in hers and squeezing tight.
Viviane snapped into action at that. âAzriel, her contractions are about nine minutes apart now. Sheâs going to have at least two more by the time you reach the hospital.â
âNo hospitals,â Elain growled.
That had him pulling back to look down at her. âEl, the babies are comingââ
âNo. Hospitals.â He could see the wavering in her face. âIâ,â she paused, hesitating. âTheyâre not ready. Itâs too early. Too soon. They canât come out yetâŠâ Her head fell until she was looking at the wetness still sitting on the floor. âIâm not ready,â Elain whispered so quietly, that he almost missed it.
Azriel knew that was nerves speaking. While Kaden made them parents, the idea of giving birth to the twins was the primary source of her fear. The books he read said that many expectant mothers experienced this type of anxiety right around the time they went into labor. If they were going to have any success in her having a smooth birth, Azriel needed to get her to calm down. He glanced at Cassian. âCan you get her a chair?â
His brother grabbed one from the dining room, setting it out for Az to carefully guide Elain into. He knelt in front of her, keeping her hands clasped firmly in his. âElain, sweetheart,â her dark eyes latched onto his, needing to hear his reassurance. He kept his voice low, wishing they didnât have to have this conversation in front of their friends and family.
Rhys seemed to sense that and began ushering people out of the room. âLetâs give the couple a few minutes.â
He shot his brother a grateful look before returning his attention to Elain. âSweetheart, I know youâre scared. I know itâs earlier than we were expecting. But if there is one thing that I am certain of is that you can do this.â He squeezed her hands in comfort. âYou are the strongest person I know. Youâve been through so much that once all is said and done, youâre going to look at me and tell me that this was the easy part. I promise you that if anyone can do this, itâs you. And I will be right by your side for every step, holding your hand, giving you ice chips, and bearing whatever you need me to bear to bring our children into the world.â
She sniffed, a small smile tugging at her lips. âYouâre sure?â
âWithout a doubt, Elain. You can do this.â He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing her fingers and letting her absorb whatever confidence she needed. âSo, what do you say? Are you ready to have our babies, love?â
Elain huffed a laugh, his words settling the nerves she had. âYes, letâs go have our babies,â she breathed, her grin taking over her entire face, lasting all of thirty seconds before a look of panic took root once more. âAz, the birthing bag is still at the house.â
He let out an undignified snort. âDo you think after having that contraction in front of me this morning, Iâd leave the house without having absolutely everything packed and ready to go? Come on, baby, you know me better than that. Itâs all in the back of the car.â
She blinked in surprise. âThe birthing bag and my pillow?â
âIn the car,â he confirmed.
âKadenâs overnight bag?â
âIn the car.â
âThe car seats for the twins?â
He scoffed. âYou know I installed those weeks ago, try again.â
Her lips quired up at the corner. âWhat about the slippers I was wearing this morning?â she asked, thinking she had him.
Az rolled his eyes in playful exasperation. âI grabbed them when I snagged the birthing bag.â He kissed her hands again. âIâve got you, love.â
And then she was leaning forward, kissing him with so much love and devotion, he felt it down to the soul she brought back to life. The sound of their familyâs cheers forced them apart, a pretty blush dusting the tops of Elainâs cheeks, but she didnât dare look away from him.
Without looking away from her, Azriel reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to Rhys. âCan you grab Kadenâs bag from the trunk? The one with dinosaurs. And then Elainâs purple one as well.â
Elainâs brows furrowed in confusion. âWhy is he grabbing mine?â
His lips pulled up into a knowing grin, brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned forward to whisper, âI thought you might like to change your underwear and put on a maternity pad for the ride to the hospital.â
Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but she nodded in agreement. Â
A little body shuffled closer. âMomma?â Kaden murmured, looking so very worried over the state of his mother.
She held her arms out, motioning him forward. âCâmere sweetheart.â Elain tucked him into her chest, kissing the top of his head. âYouâre going to stay here with Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys while Daddy and I go to the hospital to have your brother and sister.â
He looked up at her with those puppy-dog eyes and damn, the kid knew how to work them. âBut I want to go with you!â His lower lip quivered and Azriel could tell he was on the verge of tears.
But his wife took it in stride, cupping his little face in her palms and swiping her thumbs across his cheeks. âI know, sweetheart. I know you do. But youâll have a much better time here with your aunt and uncle. Mommaâs not going to be fun to be around until your siblings are here.â She kissed his plump cheek. âBut I promise that you will be the first to see us once they arrive. Okay?â
Feyre stepped forward, reaching out a hand for their son. âCome on, Kaden. Weâll have lots of fun eating all the desserts left over.â She shot them a wink when he finally relented, taking her fingers.
After cleaning her up as best as he could and getting her a maternity pad from her bag, he and Elain were in the car on the way to the hospital. As Viviane predicted, she had two more contractions on the way, grabbing his offered hand and the âoh shitâ bar as she groaned her way through it. And then promptly went into a third one right as they arrived.
Az timed them out, still sitting about nine minutes apart. âBreathe, baby. Good, love. Just like that.â His thumb grazed the back of her hand. Her grip was tight, on the verge of painful, but he didnât dare let his face flinch or show an ounce of discomfort. She needed his strength and thatâs exactly what he was going to give her.
They were immediately escorted to their private room and Elainâs vitals were checked over. She was sitting at only two centimeters dilated, which meant they were looking at being there for a bit.
Between her contractions, he swapped out his clothes for a fitted black t-shirt and grey sweatpants to get more comfortable and then sent a text to their siblings to notify them that they were in and settled, but it would be a while before they would have any progress.
âCan you check in with Kaden?â Elain asked, taking a scoop of ice chips from her cup.
The corner of his lips curled up at the question. âI already did. Feyre said he wouldnât leave the front window for a while and had to persuade him with his baby cousin and a lot of sweet treats.â
She snorted, shaking her head. âHeâs going to have a mouth full of cavities before we get home.â Elain twisted to look at him. âDo you think we made the right decision by not letting him come with us? It sounds like heâs waiting for us to return. I know that some families let their little ones be present for the birth of their siblings and we discussed itââ
He interrupted her train of thought. âI think we made the right call, love. Weâre going to be here for a while and we both know that things can upset him. I donât know how well heâd handle watching you go through that.â
She nodded but didnât look very convinced.
Azriel reached for her hand, covering it with his own and squeezing her fingers. âHeâs safe and well-cared for. Remember that while we focus on bringing his little brother and sister into the world.â He brushed his lips over her knuckles in a sweet kiss.
Elain smiled softly at him. âOkay.â
And so, they waited.
Per his wifeâs birthing plan, she wanted to attempt to go natural. Azriel admired her strength and resilience in doing so. But after over sixteen hours of hard labor, he could see her resolve fading.
He stroked her cheek, fingers brushing hair behind her ear. âTalk to me, sweetheart.â
Dark circles already lined the underneath part of her eyes. She looked so weary. âIâm so tired, Az.â Her voice came out nearly broken and fuck if that didnât just rip his beating heart from his chest.
Kissing her forehead, he murmured, âDo you want to get the epidural? Itâll help you get some much-needed rest before the delivery.â As of now, she was only at seven centimeters and the doctor had said it could still be a while longer until she reached a full ten.
Her chin dipped in confirmation. âPlease.â
Azriel didnât waste time calling for the nurse. Within ten minutes, he watched as a grossly large needle was inserted into her back, sending that relief washing over her. He peppered her face with kisses during the procedure, murmuring words of praise and comfort in her ear as she gritted her teeth through it.
Elain spent the next eight hours in a fitful sleep, dosing off and waking up not long after each time. Azriel didnât bother to try and sleep, not when she wasnât really getting much at all.
But finally, after just past nine, she was fully dilated and ready to push.
His wife pushed and pushed and pushed for a half hour with nothing to show for it. She was in tears, frustrated, and so exhausted he was practically supporting all her weight having slid an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright.
âI canât, I canât,â she sobbed, half burying her face into his chest.
âYou can, love. Youâre so strong. Just a little bit more,â he tried to reassure her. It fucking killed him to see her like this.
âCanât you do it for me?â she pleaded, looking up at him with wild, desperate eyes.
He gripped her cheek in his palm, kissing her temple. âYou know I would, El. I would give anything to switch places with you right now. But I know you can do this. Just a few more pushes and then theyâll be here.â
Whatever she read within his words seemed to do the trick, her brows furrowing with a determination he hadnât seen since they left the house. Elain pushed herself up, trying to get into a kneeling position, and he was right there, sliding behind her and supporting her weight.
The nurses squawked, muttering something about hospital policy, but frankly, he did not give a fuck, snarling, âHer body is telling her to push like this. Listen to your fucking patient.â
Changing the position was exactly what she needed because their son was born within the next two contractions, entering the world with a healthy set of lungs.
They sagged back against the pillows, his face wet with tears as they placed their new baby directly on Elainâs bared chest. He couldnât stop himself from tipping her head back to kiss her softly on the lips, pausing the savor the moment.
Az traced the pads of his fingers over the curve of their boyâs cheek, just needing to touch him to prove he was here with them. Even covered in fluids, he was so beautiful. The perfect blend of the two of them.
The nurses gave them just a few minutes with the first baby before Doctor Chen said that she needed to start pushing again. She took their boy from Elainâs arms, promising to bring him back for Azriel after he was cleaned up and their daughter was born.
Delivery of their little girl went easier than with their son. But whereas their boy came out crying, their daughter came out silent.
Azriel knew something was wrong just by the silence, but it only grew the anxiety in his stomach when the doctor turned her back on them, taking their little one with her to work on.
âSheâs not crying,â Elain breathed, worry clouding her voice.
He could only squeeze her shoulders in comfort, watching as they shoved things into her nose and mouth.
âSuction,â Chen ordered.
âAzriel, why isnât she crying?â
âSheâs going to be okay, love. Theyâre helping her. Sheâs okay.â The words passed his lips even as his heart dropped into his stomach when they started doing compressions on her tiny body.
No.
This couldnât be happening. They couldnât lose her. It would kill him to lose his little girl, but Elain, fuck, he couldnât even begin to fathom the devastation she would face at this loss. There was nothing he could do. He couldnât pay to fix this or threaten someone to save their baby girl.
So, he did what any father would do.
He prayed.
He prayed to every god, every deity, everything, and anything he could think of to keep his little girl safe and bring her back to them. To take her place if they demanded it. A life for a life. Heâd pay it for his child, his family. âCome on,â he murmured. âCome on, baby. Come on.â
Elain curved her face into the side of his chest, howling in a way heâd never heard from her before.
His arms went around her, that dreaded feeling turning his blood cold. The terror he felt of their little one dead before she lived was unlike anything heâd ever experienced. But still, he did not stop praying, clutching Elainâs shaking body to his. âCome on, little one. Come on!â he chanted. âPlease.â
And then, a rattled cough tore from her tiny body, followed by the sweet, beautiful sound of her cry.
Elainâs wail turned into relieved sobs, as the doctor walked over their bundled little girl and placed her into his wifeâs awaiting arms.
âSomebody was just so excited to meet you, she took a breath a little too early, but we cleared out her passages and lungs and she looks good now.â
His wife tucked their daughter into her chest, kissing the top of her head. âHi sweet girl, Mommaâs here,â she whispered, tears still falling down her cheeks. Tears that matched the ones running down his face.
She was here. His baby girl. Fuck, she looked just like him, with dark hair and tanned skin. He hadnât gotten a look at her eyes yet, but already she was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
âHere you go, Mr. Archeron-Knight,â one of the other nurses said, pulling his attention from his wife and daughter as she handed him his son, cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket.
The small bundle was gently laid in the crook of his elbow. Azriel didnât think heâd ever feel the amount of love he did on Kadenâs adoption day, but sitting here with his gorgeous wife, holding their newborn twins, he felt his heart soar in his chest.
Sweaty and fatigued, Elain glanced up at his face, the sweetest, exhausted smile pulling on her lips. âI love you,â she murmured.
He let out a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a sob. âI love you more.â And then he kissed her, sealing that moment in time with his undying love for her.
~~~~~
Elain woke to the sound of a whimpering cry, swiftly followed by Azrielâs low voice.
âHey, sweet girl. Whatâs wrong, huh?â She heard some shuffling as her husband lifted their daughter from the nursery bed. âMomma needs her sleep so we need to be quiet.â He kept his voice low enough to not disturb herâfuck she loved him so muchâbut she was already awake, rolling over in the hospital bed to face him.
Azriel holding his children was, hands down, the sexiest thing sheâd ever seen. How she could even feel the need for him after pushing two babies out of her currently aching and severely injured body was beyond her, but just watching him bounce their fussing daughter made all those desires come roaring to the surface.
Almost as if he could sense her presence, hazel eyes slid to hers. âIâve got her, love. Go back to sleep.â His voice remained soft as night as if anything louder would disturb her.
She curled up on her side, watching him. âI think we should get used to no sleep now.â
He huffed a laugh, patting Rosalie on her back as she further settled into the crook of his elbow.
Their daughter was almost two pounds smaller than her brother, coming in right at five whereas Ryder was a healthy six pounds, fourteen ounces. The doctor was a little concerned over Rosalieâs lower birth weight, but Elain had managed to get both babies to latch and feed earlier and she ate well, so they were mainly playing it by ear.
Because of her smaller size, Azriel already placed an order for some preemie clothes and sent a photo of her with the twins to their siblings. They asked to give them a day to recuperate before coming to the hospital in the morning. After the scare with Rosalie, both she and Azriel wanted to take some time to spend with the babies. Plus, the medical team was in and out of their room, taking Rosalie for some additional tests just to be sure everything looked good.
It was just after seven that night, and they were settling in for the evening. Tired of hospital food, Azriel ordered hamburgers from DoorDash for them to eat. Elain was starving and it sounded so good that she drooled when she suggested it to him. Both babies had been fed only an hour earlier and she anticipated not having another feeding till late evening or early morning.
Elain grabbed whatever sleep she could, knowing sheâd need it when they were released in a couple of days, but she was sure Azriel hadnât slept a wink since sheâd gone into labor.
She pushed herself up, reclining on her pillows. The nurses cleaned her after the delivery and stitched her up from tearing, but Elain couldnât wait to get home and take a proper shower. âDoes she need to be changed?â she asked, nodding to the now-sleeping baby in her husbandâs arms.
Azriel shook his head. âNo, I think she was just fussing.â His dark hair was still mussed up from when he stripped out of his shirt earlier, taking time for skin-to-skin contact with each of the twins.
Elain had to rein in her laugh at how the nurse blushed as he revealed miles of gloriously tanned, tattooed skin and corded muscle. Her husband was a fine specimen, but he never flaunted it, so seeing another woman react to it was humorous especially since he didnât even seem to notice her blushing, stammering state.
âYou should sleep too, Az,â she said instead.
He looked at her, his lips curving up. It had been doing that a lot since the birth of the twins. The sweetest, smallest smile that crept up the corners of his mouth. Almost as if he didnât even realize he was doing it. It was utterly adorable and made him look younger. âIâll rest later. You need it more than me.â
Her shoulders shook in amusement. âYou know, we can sleep when they do.â
âI just donât want to miss a second of them.â His attention returned to his little girl who already had him wrapped around her finger. To be fair, all of their children did. âFuck, I canât believe theyâre here already. It seems like it was only a month ago you found out you were pregnant.â
âI canât believe our first anniversary is coming up in just a handful of weeks.â
At that, he laughed. âI guess a trip for our anniversary is out of the question?â
She grinned. âNot unless all our little ones are coming with us.â Because like hell was she going to be able to leave them so soon. Plus with her nursing, it just wouldnât be ideal.
He seemed to consider her. âWe could take the jet to the Summer District. Kaden will be out of school then and weâll both still be out on leave. Just a thought.â
Gods, he was fucking perfect. âThat might be nice.â
A knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say. He frowned in confusion, looking at her.
Elain shrugged, sitting up further on her bed. âCome in,â she called out.
She thought it might be a nurse or a doctor, coming to check on her or the twins. What she didnât expect was for Rhys to peek his head into the room. Surprise lit her features and she glanced at Azriel, who looked equally as bewildered at the sudden visit from their brother.
âHey,â Rhys said. âI apologize for dropping by unannounced, but somebody really couldnât wait till tomorrow to see you.â He opened the door slightly, revealing Kaden clutching a teddy bear, eyes puffy and red from crying.
Her heart ached at the distress their son mustâve been in for Rhys to come all the way here. âHello sweetheart,â she said, keeping her voice soft. âCome here, my love.â
He took a small step further into the room, Rhysâs hand guiding him at the backside of his head. Kaden took slow steps as he approached the side of her bed. âMomma, are you sick?â
She reached out to cup his cheek in her palm. âNo, baby. Iâm not sick. Your brother and sister decided it was time to come out of my tummy.â Her eyes found Azrielâs as he rose from his seat on the couch, moving toward them. âWould you like to meet them?â she asked, returning her gaze to Kadenâs.
His head dipped in confirmation.
Elain pushed herself back even more. âRhys, can you help him up and then grab me that flat pillow over there.â
He set the boy on the bed between her spread legs, Kaden shuffling backward and bumping into her sensitive lower area.
She hissed out in pain before she could stop herself. A wave of agony washed over her with enough intensity that her stomach curdled with nausea.
Azriel reacted immediately. âEasy, buddy. Mommaâs going to be sore for a while and we need to be extra careful with her.â
âIâm okay,â she spoke quickly, not wanting to upset Kaden any more than he already was, and kissed his plump cheek as she breathed through the pain. âOkay, Rhys. Place the pillow over our laps.â
Adjusting his arms in preparation, Azriel gently lowered their daughter until she comfortably rested on the nursing pillow.
âKaden, this is your sister, Rosalie,â he announced, letting his finger stroke her rounded cheek.
Elain couldnât see his face directly, but she did catch his eyes widening as he stared down at her, his fingers carefully tracing over her delicate features just as his father did.
âRosawee,â he said, not quite catching the ending syllable. It would be something they would have to work on. When she kicked a leg within her swaddle, he pulled his hand back, startled.
She laughed, feeling the bed dip as Azriel sat down next to them, bringing over their son. âAnd this is your brother, Ryder.â
He reached out to trace the outline of his brows, the touch gentle and exploratory. âIâm a brother?â he asked, turning his head to look up at her.
âThatâs right sweetheart. Youâre their big brother, and theyâre going to love you so much,â she told him, kissing the top of his head.
Elain took in her family, her incredible husband, and three beautiful children. It sounded so wild to even think about. She was a wife and a mother. Thinking back, she remembered the day that had changed the trajectory of her life forever. The bank robbery a few years back. It was crazy to think how such a terrifying moment altered her life in the best of ways. It brought her back to the love of her life.
It put her on this very path.
Sheâd face every one of the moments since then tenfold as long as it brought her to this point in time, sitting here with her gorgeous little family.
âPerfect.â
She looked up at Rhys, catching him with his phone out.
âYour first family photo.â
Her lips turned up and silver lined her eyes. âThank you, Rhys.â
He waved her off. âDo you want me to take Kaden back with me?â
âNo,â Azriel said, ruffling his eldest sonâs hair. âHe can stay here with us tonight. Can you put his booster seat in our car? The keys are in my bag.â
âYou got it.â He grabbed the keys but paused on the threshold. âAnd congratulations you guys. Rosalie and Ryder are beautiful.â
Azriel leaned further into her side, kissing her temple. âThank you, brother.â Once alone, he turned her head toward his, bringing her mouth to his for a slow, sweet kiss. âI love you so damn much, Elain.â
His smile was infectious, making her lips turn up at the corners. âThank you, Azriel, for giving me this lifeâthese babies. You have made me the happiest I could ever imagine. I love you.â
âMomma! Sheâs got my finger,â Kadenâs giggle interrupted their moment.
They laughed, looking at their three beautiful children.
Elain knew that this perfect moment was just the very beginning of the rest of their lives.
~~~~~
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