Back in July I posted a pic of me in my peignoir set with the robe closed. Here's the big reveal showing what is underneath. I hope it was worth the wait… lol
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October 1948. The Middlesex Scandal is yesterday’s headline, but the county still whispers Joe Teague’s name like a prayer or a curse. With the bogs turning gold and the war finally loosening its grip, you and Joe decide to tradeily the knot in a quiet ceremony at St. Mary’s—twelve guests, one priest, and a ring forged from a melted-down .38 slug. The honeymoon is a single night in a borrowed cabin on the Mullica River, where the past knocks one last time, and the future finally gets a word in. Some stains fade in candlelight. Some vows are sealed in sweat and breath.
Warnings:
• Explicit consensual sex (detailed, loving, period-appropriate)
The ring was ugly in the best way: dull silver, a hairline crack where the bullet had been. Joe turned it over in his palm the night he proposed, kneeling on the porch swing like a man asking permission to breathe.
“Figured we’d already survived hell,” he said. “Might as well make it official.”
You said yes before he finished the sentence.
St. Mary’s smelled of beeswax and confessions. Father Brennan—ex-chaplain, Guadalcanal cross on his vestments—married you at four o’clock, sun slanting through stained glass and painting Joe’s cheekbones red-gold. Ruth Greely, all grown up in a year, scattered late asters down the aisle. Deputy Kowalski stood best man, ribs still taped from the shack fight. Your cousin from the council cried into her handkerchief. Joe’s vows were short: “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep coming home. That’s the deal.” You answered with the only promise that mattered: “I’ll keep the light on.”
The reception was potluck in the church basement—spaghetti, kielbasa, three kinds of Jell-O. Someone spiked the punch; Joe pretended not to notice. At eight you slipped out the side door, his hand warm at the small of your back, and drove the Ford south through the pines to a fishing cabin Kowalski’s uncle never used after Pearl Harbor.
The Mullica River slid past the porch like black glass. Inside: one room, iron bed, kerosene lamp, a bottle of champagne sweating in a bucket. Joe locked the door, set the .38 on the dresser anyway. Old habits.
You unpinned your veil, let it pool on the floorboards. The dress was simple—ivory rayon, borrowed from the widow at the beauty parlor. Joe’s fingers shook on the row of pearl buttons down your spine.
“Never thought I’d get this far,” he murmured against your nape.
“Shut up and keep going.”
He laughed, breath warm, and the sound undid you more than the champagne. The dress whispered to the floor. You wore nothing underneath but gooseflesh and nerves. Joe’s eyes went dark the way they did before a firefight—focused, reverent. He traced the faint scar on your ribs from the night Needles’ pipe caught you.
“Still sorry,” he said.
“Still mine.”
You worked his tie loose, shirt buttons, suspenders. His skin was a map of shrapnel and sunburn, the Marine tattoo on his shoulder faded to indigo. When you pressed your mouth to the puckered scar under his collarbone he shuddered like a man coming in from the cold.
The bed creaked under your combined weight. Joe kissed you slow—mouth, throat, the hollow between your breasts—learning the geography of peace. You tasted salt and bourbon on his tongue, felt the tremor in his hands when he cupped your face.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered.
“Only if you stop.”
He didn’t.
He slid down your body like a penitent, mouth mapping hipbones, the soft skin inside your thigh. When his tongue found you, you arched off the mattress, fingers tangled in his hair. The lamp painted gold across his shoulders; the river kept its own time outside. You came with his name cracked open in your throat, the sound swallowed by pine walls and the hush of water.
Joe rose over you, eyes asking the question his voice couldn’t. You answered by guiding him in—slow, deliberate, the stretch and burn of finally. He groaned into your neck, hips stuttering as he fought for control. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
“Move, Joe. I’m not made of glass.”
He moved.
The rhythm built like a storm over the bogs—urgent, inevitable. Sweat slicked your skin; the headboard knocked the wall in a heartbeat cadence. You felt him falter, breath hitching.
“Look at me,” you said.
His eyes locked on yours, raw and unguarded. You clenched around him deliberately and watched him unravel—spine bowing, a broken sound that was half sob, half prayer. The pulse of him inside you triggered your second climax, softer but deeper, a wave that left you trembling.
After, he stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing like he’d run a mile.
“Mrs. Teague,” he tried out, voice rough.
You smiled against his mouth. “Sheriff.”
A knock shattered the quiet.
Joe rolled off the bed in one motion, .38 in hand before his feet hit the floor. You grabbed his shirt, heart hammering.
“Teague!” A voice through the door—Kowalski, panicked. “State police just pulled a body outta the river. Queen of spades in the mouth. Thought you’d wanna see before the feds swarm.”
Joe’s shoulders sagged. He looked at you—naked, flushed, utterly unafraid—and something fierce softened in his face.
“Give me ten minutes, Kowalski,” he called.
He dressed in silence, movements precise. You watched him buckle the belt, slide the badge into his pocket instead of pinning it on. When he came back to the bed you caught his wrist.
“Bring him back to me, Joe. The man I just married, not the one L.A. still owns.”
He kissed you hard, tasting of gun oil and promises. “Ten minutes. Then I’m yours till morning.”
The door shut behind him. You lay in the tangle of sheets, river light flickering across the ceiling, and felt the faint flutter low in your belly—too early to be sure, but enough to smile into the dark.
Joe returned at dawn, boots caked in mud, eyes clear. The body was a drifter, no ties to Cohen—just a copycat with a deck of cards and a grudge against the world. Case closed by breakfast.
He crawled into bed still dressed, wrapped around you like you were the only solid thing left.
“Tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair, “we burn the queen of spades. All of ’em.”
You traced the ring on his finger—cracked silver, unbreakable. “Tomorrow,” you agreed. “Tonight you’re off duty.”
Outside, the Mullica kept rolling, carrying the last of the war downstream. Inside, Joe Teague slept with his wife’s heartbeat under his palm and, for the first time in years, didn’t dream at all.
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Makeouts I’ve been trying to avoid their wedding so far because I would have to get there first in the fanfiction, but since I’ve barely written anything since August, I couldn’t take it anymore. A moment of their wedding night. Where they are, what happened before, I will not tell you! What happened next? Nine months later, Teddy was born #remadora #remuslupin #nymphadoratonks #wedding #weddingnight #fanart #artistoninstagram #soft #makeoutsession #couplegoals #riellesarts #doodleary https://www.instagram.com/p/CL45HHtAJ40/?igshid=1k8l21vkmfqrf
Content: fluff, (a bit) steamy, 16+ content (suggestive)
Words: 1.9 k
Summary: You and Kim Seokjin are finally married. Finally, it's your wedding night. You two agreed to rest for the night and do it when it is your honeymoon vacation in Italy. However, your friends seem to have other plans in store for you and Jin's wedding night.
Sometimes, you only realize the reality you're in when you're actually in it. Too much fear or too much happiness can lead you to a state where you can't believe everything around you. The exact same feeling happened to you the moment you entered together with your husband, Kim Seokjin, in the hotel suite. The wedding reception only finished an hour ago. After settling a few things, you and your newly known husband went up to your hotel suite. Only then, it hit you that you are now married to your one and only love of your life…and…it's your wedding night.
You and Jin stand a few steps before the bed seeing all the red petals scatter into a heart shape on the bed. Then a towel folded into swans forming a heart. Pretty much the implication is clear.
"I...um-" Jin finally spoke yet with hesitancy. "We don't need to do it tonight,"
You look up at him and you see him give you that sweetest smile. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I'm a bit tired from the whole party," you awkwardly chuckled.
"Of course," Jin said with confidence as he walked closer to you. As your body is pressed against his, he caresses your cheeks as he seems to memorize every feature. A soft genuine smile draws on his face which you also did as well as a response.
"It's fine by me, sweetheart," he said in a much lower tone. "Besides, I think it’ll be more romantic to do it in Italy,” he smirks at you, leaving you blushing at the thought of it.
You lower your head with a shy smile. "Don't joke like that, Jin. Just thinking about it is making me...nervous,"
It wouldn't be nerve-breaking if it was just kissing. You two kissed a lot. You two have made out to the extent of leaving you two almost breathless and weak on the knees; however, you two never did it all the way. It would always stop when things are going downwards. There would always be a chaperone that eventually led the two of you to have a mutual understanding that nothing would go downwards. Now...now that you two have no more chaperones and are practically free to do anything, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. Though, sorry to break it to you, you are really tired from the party. Tired. That's what you believe you are currently feeling right now. If anything, you want to do it right and perfect. You just don't know how it'll eventually go. So...you tell yourself, you're tired.
"Sweetheart," he removes you from your thoughts when he caresses your cheek once more. You look at him and without much notice he brushes his lips against yours. You respond immediately at the touch, but it did not last long. He pulls away and his eyes lock to yours.
"Do not worry about it. It'll just happen. You don't feel like doing it tonight, then we just rest," he flashes another genuine smile that always melts your heart.
You grin and chuckle. "Can't believe I actually married someone remarkable as you,"
"Of course, I'm remarkable. I'm Mr Worldwide Handsome," he laughs. "But...I think I'm the lucky one marrying someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you,"
You chuckle and pull away from him. You turn away from him heading to the bathroom. You start unraveling the pins on your hair and the jewelry on her.
"Do you mind bringing me the bag? It's in the closet," You said as you stood in front of the bathroom's mirror.
"Okay," Jin said. The door to the closet slides open and close. You hear a few rummaging sounds outside the bathroom. It does not take long before Jin appears at the open bathroom door.
"You said it's in the closet?" He asked.
"Yeah? Why?"
"The closet only has my bag," he replied with confusion.
"Your bag? I remembered putting it there," you head out of the bathroom and in the closet. As Jin mentioned, the closet is empty. There's only a duffel bag on one of the cabinets.
"What the- where's my bag?" You walk over to the desk and grab your phone then quickly dial your maid of honor's number - aka your best friend.
"Dina, do you perhaps know where my bag is?" You asked through the phone.
"Your bag? Oh yeah, Lily and I took it," she answered from the other line.
"What? Why? I need my clothes, Dina," you glance at Jin who is standing in front of you.
"Don't worry about the clothes. Just have fun with your husband. I left a new set of clothes for the night in the bathroom. So, now go...I'll hang up now. Can't have your husband waiting, byee!" Then the call ends.
Jin looks at you with high eyebrows waiting for any sort of answer. You on the other hand are beginning to think that whatever your best friend did is not good. Why would she bother getting my bag of clothes and leave clothes in the bathroom?
You glance up at Jin and give an assuring smile. "Um...she said she placed it in the bathroom. So...I'll just- I'll go change,"
Jin nods. You walk to the bathroom and close the door this time. You turn to the big space of the bathroom. A circular bathroom is in the middle of the bathroom with much more space for the glass cubicle shower and another for the toilet. You come closer to the sink counter glancing at every corner of it and eventually pull the drawer under the sink. Then there it is.
You pull out a piece of thin clothing which then as you look at it through your reflection realize that it's lingerie. A too provocative one at that. You look at the red and black silk that doesn't cover much of your body. It's breast part is only made up of lace that doesn't really cover anything. Then the length of lingerie doesn't really tell you that it is only for sleeping.
A knock on the door takes you out of your panicked thoughts. "Ye-yeah?" You answered.
"Did you find it?"
"Um...um yeah?" The stutter on your voice becomes noticeable.
"Are you alright? Do you mind if I come in?" Jin asked which only startled you more.
"Um- wait! Just a second," you immediately put it back in the drawer then close it. You walk to the door and slide it open with an uncomfortable smile.
"You're still in your wedding dress? Is there something wrong?" He heads inside the bathroom.
"You got a text from Dina," he hands you the phone and passes by you.
You look through your phone only to get another goodluck message from her and...tips on how to make night...pleasurable. You sigh at this turn of events. Though, it may have been half your fault that this is exactly happening.
"Did you check the drawer?" Jin asked.
"Um, yeah," you said looking over your phone.
"Oh here it-" Jin stops from speaking. At that point, you only realize what has unfold. Your eyes widened and immediately swift a turn to Jin who is now holding up the lingerie. You snatch the lingerie away from him and immediately put it back in the drawer.
"I-uh" You stutter. "That's...that's not what it is," you look up at Jin's startled and quite flushed face.
"Um...o-okay," he managed to say.
"Dina was fooling around and left me with only this clothing. I wasn't exactly planning to-"
“Say no more,” Jin cuts off and walks out of the bathroom. It does not take long before he comes back with his bag. He frantically ruffles through it as if trying to find something,
Then he stops, then looks at you. “Okay. That didn’t quite turn out what I expected,”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s empty. My bag is empty,” he replied.
You sigh instead of beginning to be surprised about it. You massage your temple as you lean back to the counter sink. “I shouldn’t really have said that,” you sighed.
You glance up at Jin. You look away once more with a shy smile. “Four days ago, I was sort of..panicking…about the…consummate the marriage part,”
Jin doesn’t talk, but he looks at you with a flushed face. “So…I sort of asked…tips. But the night before the wedding I was just panicking more and so...I ended up saying that I'm tired now,"
"Sweetheart, don't ever think that it is a must that we do it tonight. Many co-"
"No," you suddenly cut off. You raise your eyes at him trying to fix what seems out of place anymore.
"No?"
"I mean…" you take a step forward and caress his arms. "...I've always been thinking about being more...intimate with you on our wedding night. It's just that...I've never actually done it before. I hope it could just be the books that I seem to know what I'm doing...but the truth is I'm not. I don't want to just be the receiving end of this whole thing,"
You look away for a moment and glance back at him. "You should know. I mean even when we were just kissing, that’s always on my mind. I always want to try to do something to make you feel better...cause I feel like I'm receiving more more than I'm giving something,"
Jin's gaze softens and a small smile slips on his plump lips.
"You never should be worried about that. You give me more than enough. Everyday that I see you I'm happy. Even just by smiling or giving me a peck on the cheek, my heart is full than it will ever be," he leans forward and gives a soft kiss on your forehead.
"You always have your way with words," you chuckle as you lean forward to his kiss.
"It's the truth," he pulls back and gazes at you with those eyes you never truly get tired of looking at.
"Now that we are married, we have all the time in the world to discover each other's pleasure and get to know more of how to fill each other's heart in so many different ways. We can always take it step by step. Baby steps, hm?" He tilts his head to the side waiting for an answer from you.
You nod as an answer. "I like that. Baby steps," you grin.
Jin hugs you one more time before he grabs the bag which he seems to have dropped on the floor. "Wait for me here. I think they have some shirts at the shop downstairs. I can buy some," he said about to turn to the door, but you grab his arm.
He turns to you who seems to be avoiding his gaze due to your flushed cheeks. "Do you- do you want me to run us a bath?"
"Run a-" he sees the bathtub and immediately catches on quickly. "Oh," he glances back at you and he catches your gaze.
He grins. "Of course, I would love that,"
You offer him a big smile and let him go to get the bath ready.
"I'll make sure to make it bubbly," you chuckle.
"Well, I don't mind a less bubbly bath with you," he said with a low voice and chuckle. You're back is in front of him but you could feel the heated stare.
"Stop staring at me and go buy us some shirts to wear for the night," you awkwardly laugh yet you could definitely feel the heat rising up your cheeks.
Jin laughs out loud and immediately leaves the room.
You turn on the faucet letting the water fill up the tub. Then you grab the bubble bath soap practically staring at it. However, your mind is somewhere else.
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Brides, this wedding lingerie is a fan favorite! Meet the Zuri Set-a sexy chemise nightie and robe set that features playful bows and romantic lace details. The chemise nightie lingerie features adjustable straps that are adorned with a bow detail. The Zuri Set's bust is a slight sheer lace fabric with a peekaboo hole near the cleavage. After the bust line, a soft microfiber polyester fabric cascades down until it hits mid to upper thigh. The Zuri Lingerie Robe Set's robe is in the same luxurious fabric and has both an inner and outer tie for ultimate adjustment. Relaxed wide flare sleeves add a touch of bohemian in addition to the lace shoulder detailing that makes this set a unique and highly sought after piece.
Sexy chemise nightie and robe bridal set that features playful bows and romantic lace details. The Zuri Lingerie Robe Set's robe is in a sof
