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Until he did - Eddie Munson x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ mdni

Summary: you think you might be in love with Eddie Munson, but you are convinced he doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fwb to lovers, oral(f receiving), handjob, vaginal penetration, safe sex, nipple sucking, afab reader, she/her pronouns used, swearing, Robin is a sweetheart, kind of anxious reader, mentions of reader being quite lonely, shy reader, canon divergence(no mentions of monsters or canon typical violence), readers thoughts are extremely lovey-dovey, she is a simp. If I have forgotten anything, please lmk<3.

Word count: 6.8K

You pushed your hands into the dark locks atop Eddie Munson’s head, letting out a heavy exhale as he brought his plump lips to your neck, sucking and licking fervently, fingers leaving a bruising grip on your waist.

‘You wanna take this off f’me sweetheart?’ Eddie asked, a little breathless, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded quickly, lifting your arms above your head, letting him pull it off you in one swift, skilled motion.

He breathed out through his nose, eyes scouring your nakedness, seemingly memorising every inch of you. It made you nervous.

‘I will never get enough of this,’ he teased, tone husky.

Goosebumps pimpled your body as he looked at you. He always made you feel so beautiful.

‘Eddie,’ you say his name with a whine, desperate for his hands to be on you again.

‘Yes, sweetheart?’ he cooed.

‘Please,’ you breathed. ‘Please…touch me’

He had an undeniable ability to make you beg, if it was anyone else you would get flustered at the thought, but Eddie made you different, more confident, alive.

His pink tongue poked out his pretty mouth ever-so-slightly, eyes on yours as he lay his hands on your bare skin, big palms cupping the expanse of your breast, his ring catching your pebbled nipple, you let out a soft gasp, heat rushing to your centre.

His delicate brown eyes swam with stars as he listened to your nosies, mouth up-turned in delight.

You wished he would look at you like that forever, like you were the only one. You wished he felt the same, you hoped, prayed, dreamed more than anything that you could be his, you wanted to give yourself to him in ways that were more than just sexual.

He didn’t.

You knew that. You had always known that. He had been open and honest from the beginning of your endeavours. You had agreed, because you wanted him, needed him. To feel his skin on yours was a sacred experience for you, and you knew without a shadow of doubt you could devote yourself to him, heart and soul, if he only asked.

He didn’t.

He won’t. You aren’t the only person Eddie Munson was having sex with. Again, you knew that, having known the truth from the start, because he told you, of course he did, first and foremost Eddie was an honest and respectful man who would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

He made it so easy to fall for him. Too easy.

You told yourself it was fine, and that you were fine, but it had been a month of this, and you were getting weak. You could feel it, cracks appearing in your interior, as you withered away, mind splintering.

Perhaps you're dramatic, but it's difficult not to be around Eddie goddamn Munson. Every time you looked at him was exactly like the first, as if there wasn't enough air left in the world to make your lungs work again. Your eyes burned and your heart ached with the kind of gnawing, stabbing pain that made you want to rip it out. And yet you stayed.

His wet mouth took your hard nipple into its grasp, nibbling gently. Your hands flew to his strong shoulders, taking a shuddering gasp of air.

Eddie moved his head over, continuing his attack of your silky skin, sloppily running his mouth over you. Your insides quivered, as you gasped, rubbing your thighs together to try and create a little friction on your beating clit.

If you were acting like this with any other man, you would feel ridiculous, filthy. However with him, with Eddie, you could never bring yourself to care, he never missed an opportunity to tell you, or show you, how attractive he found you.

He noticed your squirming, and you felt him smirk into your neck, bringing his face up to meet your eyes, his eyes glinting mischievously. You pushed your hands under his faded Judas Priest ‘Defenders of the Faith’ t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

You ran your nails over his hips, revelling in the feeling of his cushiony skin. He sighed, closing his eyes, as he let you touch him.

You just stared at his face, tracing the shape of him with your eyes, memorising every tiny detail. The way his eyelashes kissed his flushed cheeks. The shape of his nose, the dusting of freckles across it, summer having brought them out of hibernation. His full lips, with a tiny smile on them, just begging to be kissed.

You restrained yourself, that wasn’t what you guys did, no matter how much your heart screamed for it. Although, in soft moments like this, you didn't think he would stop you if you pressed your mouth to his, and showed him.

Perhaps this would be the only way to tell him. The kiss, a whisper of a thousand feelings that held you hostage every minute of every day. A kiss from him would solve everything.

He ran his rough hands down your sides again, wrapping the string of your cotton shorts around one slender finger.

‘Is this okay?’ he asked, as he always does, pulling the tie undone.

You nod, eager, skin prickling with how hot you felt. Maybe it was the summer heat in the stuffy little trailer, air conditioning having stopped working months ago, Wayne being too busy to fix it, Eddie not knowing how. Maybe it was Eddie, (it was definitely Eddie).

‘Use your words please sweetheart’

‘Yes, s’okay.’ you say, voice thick with desire ‘Do whatever you want.’

‘Dangerous game to play with me, babe.’ he says, voice low.

As if he could ever scare you, those scintillating, doe eyes that wouldn't scare a newborn, and the way he positively dazzled everytime he smiled.

‘If you call anything you do dangerous again, I will laugh in your face.’ you warned, humour lacing your tone.

‘Haven’t you heard m’the freak?’ he asked, placing contusing kisses along your collarbone.

‘I think they call you that for a whole ‘nother reason now’

He laughed heartily at your comment, flashing his pearls, head thrown back. It was thrilling to watch, your tummy coiled as you listened to the sound, your heart bubbling at the fact that you were the one who got him to laugh like this. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him.

‘You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?’ he queried, tone light and teasing.

You made a noise of agreement as he sank to his knees, pulling your shorts and underwear with him, painfully slow. You wiggled with impatience. His eyes darkened as you were revealed to him, he licked his lips. Looking back to your face he pressed a gentle kiss just below your navel. Your breath faltered, begging him internally to continue his journey downward.

He continued, licking a stripe up your hip bone. You shivered.

‘Wanna lie down baby?’ he asked, standing up to full height once again.

You complied, hastily, stepping fully out of your shorts, making your way over to his messily made bed. His eyes on you were unnerving, his stare intense and unrelenting, it made you shiver as you sat down. You felt exposed.

‘You’re still dressed.’ you stated, eyes wide and desperate, as dark boots stalked towards you.

He chuckled a little before lifting the shirt over his head, throwing it to some far corner of the room.

You drank in the sight of him, his pale skin, although beautiful, was in serious need of some vitamin D. You ran your eyes along the length of his long arms, from his shoulder to the tips of his ringed fingers, moving to his slim waist, before travelling to the dark hair that trailed down his soft tummy disappearing into his tight jeans.

He clicked his fingers in front of your face, ‘My eyes are up here, sweetheart.’ he said, flippantly, shaking his head in mock disgust.

You rolled your eyes, ‘I’ll remind you of that next time you wanna see my tits.’ you replied jovially, crossing your arms over your naked chest.

He bent at the waist, looking down at your face, hands either side of your bare thighs. He was so close to you.

‘No, no, please don’t take them away.’ he begged, an exaggerated pout on his splendid mouth. ‘You can look all you want, pretty girl.’

Your heart gushed at the nickname like a fizzing candy. Sweet and delicious and sickening. You wished he had some sort of idea.

He didn’t.

You smiled. ‘I should think so.’

He chuckled. ‘Lie down.’

You did as you were told, pushing your hands into the sheets in preparation as he lay flat on his stomach.

Gently pulling your legs apart, he devoured the sight of you, eyes on your cunt, wet and wanting.

‘This all for me?’ he asked, gathering your slick on his thick index finger, pushing it into your hot entrance.

‘All for you.’ you whispered, watching him with greedy determination. You hoped he saw the meaning behind your words.

He didn’t.

Eddie pressed his tongue to your weeping hole, dragging it upward to your needy clit, groaning at the taste of you. You sighed at the vibrations, heels lifting off the bed.

He did it again, drawing the hot muscle along the length of your slit teasingly, watching you. Your pretty face pulled into an expression of elated pleasure, mouth agape in a slight ‘O’.

He took your hot little clit between his lips and sucked, the added pressure making you writhe, your stomach pulsating.

He let go with a soft pop. ‘Feel good, baby?’ he asked, although he already knew the answer.

‘Uh-huh, yes, Eddie,’ you replied, chest heaving. ‘Mmm…so good.’ your voice excitable and whiny

He took your clit back into his mouth, rubbing a delicate circle with two fingers at your twinging hole.

Dipping his two fingers in, running them along the spongy walls, searching for your sweet spot.

Your hips convulsed, letting out a loud whimper as his fingers curled up into you, brushing your g-spot with every movement. With his free arm, he pushed your hips back down to the mattress, keeping you steady.

Your vision was becoming bleary, and you were finding it too difficult to hold your head up, deciding to let it loll back onto his pillows instead, revelling in the build of your orgasm.

He pushed his tongue to make a point, circling your clit with the tip of it, as he continued driving an onslaught of pleasure into your sensitive cunt.

Your orgasm took over hard and fast, not even giving you a chance to warn him as your fingers gripped his hair, perhaps a little too hard, wrapping your thighs around his head so hard you were sure he couldn’t hear a thing. You let out a cry of ecstasy as pleasure washed over you, white hot, and overpowering.

He continued lapping at your sensitive bud until you gently pushed his head away, attempting to gain control of your breathing.

‘That was incredible, handsome,’ you declared, eyes blown, still breathless.

He ran his hands up your thighs, giving soft squeezes, pulling himself above you. ‘What can I say,’ he mused. ‘I’m a talented man.’

‘Right now, I’m not sure how I’d disagree.’

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed the column of his throat, basking in his smell - like oak after rain, and something a little sweet, with an underlying hint of weed. Intricately and perfectly him.

He sat back on his haunches, and you reached over, undoing his belt and jeans. You could feel him, hard, almost throbbing as you pulled out his heavy cock, the weight and size it possessed would never fail to surprise you. A little precum leaked onto your hand, which you brought to your mouth and licked off, watching his expression morph into one of astonishment from lidded eyes.

He let out a groan, emanating deep from within his chest. ‘Whaddya tryna do to me?’ he implored.

‘Seduce you.’

‘Ahh’ he snickered. ‘Seduce.’

‘Is it working?’ you asked, seeking approval.

‘Course it is.’ he uttered, his voice so soft you could cry.

You felt the sudden and hopeless need for his touch again, outstretching your hand toward him. He obliged, linking your fingers together, a smile ghosting his lips, as he glanced at your entwined hands.

You blinked at him, captivated, shuffling ever closer to him. Your knees kissed. Taking your other hand, you wrapped it around the base of his shaft, thick with neat curls of dark hair.

Moving your hand over his length, teasing and slow, licking your lips in anticipation.

Eddie hissed, his head falling backwards, locks of his hair sweeping from his shoulder, behind his head, ‘Not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that, sweetheart.’ he confessed, eyes closed.

You giggled softly, ‘Come do something about it then.’

That snapped him into action, hands grasping the flesh of your waist, lowering you to lie on your back. He sat back again, admiring the sight in front of him, you, aglow with lust, a smile gracing your face.

He stripped the rest of his clothes, all slow and pretty-like, as you watched him, eyes glassy.

He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a foil-wrapped condom, ripping it open with his teeth, making searing eye contact with you as he slipped in over his beating cock, tip still leaking.

You mewled as he ran his head through the folds of your hot cunt, spreading your release and his saliva.

‘You want this?’ he asked lowly, directly above you, using his free arm to brace himself next to your head.

‘Don’t tease, Eddie.’ you begged, needy to be filled.

‘You make it so easy though.’

You bucked your hips, trying to get anything you could from him.

‘Tell me you want this.’ he spoke again, the same low and sultry tone.

‘Fuck. Yes,’ you whimpered. ‘I want it, I need it.’

‘Good girl.’

He entered you slowly, inch by inch, teasing, splitting your ravenous hole open for him. You choked on a moan, watching him disappear into you, pressing your lips together in a tight line.

‘Lemme hear those pretty sounds babe.’

You opened your mouth as he bottomed out, a squeak escaping your throat. He stilled, letting you get used to the mouth-watering stretch.

‘Please move, Eddie. Please please.’

He pulled out and slammed in again, balls slapping wetly against your ass. As he clutched your hips, leaving a deliciously stinging pain, he did it again, pulling out and in, out and in, an unbelievable force that made your tits bounce and your head reel. A moan ripping from you everytime.

‘Pretty fuckin’ pussy baby,’ he groaned. ‘So fuckin’ needy.’

You clenched down on him at the praise, toes curling.

He began to go faster, keeping one hand on your hip, the other using your bent knee to keep him steady, bumping it to your chest.

‘Fuck, fuck, Eddie, yes!’ you babbled uselessly, as he continued his ceaseless fucking.

He was making almost as much noise as you now, strokes becoming sloppy as he began to reach his peak. Eddie forced his hand between your sweaty bodies, rubbing your messy clit.

‘Need ya to cum again, can you do that? Cum f’me again, baby?’ he asked, quick and breathless.

You nodded just as fast, wrapping your hand around his tensed bicep. He rubbed quicker, as the heat in your tummy built again.

Your moans were lewd, nearly pornographic, a string of curses leaving your lips in a whisper.

‘You’re so good, such a good girl, so pretty.’ Eddie praised. ‘You can do it.’

You clenched again letting out a sob. Your eyes filled with tears, your back arching as you came, Eddie thrusting into you one last time, moaning at his own release.

Collapsing his head into your shoulder, both of you trying to catch your breath, you lazily ran your nails up his back.

You sighed at the intimacy of it all, the sex, the two of you lying together after it all, naked and glowing, words not needing to be spoken just yet. You willed him to tell you how he felt the same.

He didn’t.

He shifted from your neck, sitting back and kneading the softness of your tummy, pulling out gently, both of you hissing at the sensation, too sensitive for any movement.

Tying off the condom, and throwing it into the bin next to his bed, flopping down beside you. ‘Woah,’ he breathed. ‘That was goddamn mind-blowing.’

You laughed, nodding in agreement. ‘You sound surprised. We’re always good.’

‘Mhm, I know, but, I mean that was next level.’ He was wide eyed and flushed, so fucking pretty.

You understood what he meant, while the sex was always great, always passionate, tonight, it was different, more powerful. It was dizzying.

Suddenly, he turned, sat up on his elbow and put his palm out flat in front of you, close to your face.

You looked cross eyed at it, and then at his face. ‘What?’

‘High five.’ he demanded, deadly serious.

You snorted, gawping at him. ‘I’m not gonna high five you after we’ve had sex.’ you told him, still laughing.

‘High five me, woman. The way we just fucked deserves something.’ he smiled.

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a high five, grinning as you did so.

‘That was pathetic.’

‘You’re ridiculous, Munson.’

He cackled. ‘Perhaps.’

You groaned, popping your neck before continuing pushing the squeaky cart through the cool grocery store. Relishing the feeling of the air conditioning being pumped through the aisle, a serene relief from the blistering heat outside.

List crinkling in your palm as you tried to find the best net of tangerines, summertime drawing out a craving for them.

The sound of ‘Crimson & Clover’ by Tommy James and the Shondells played through the foam orange of your headphones, shutting out the buzz of the store, allowing you freedom to ponder.

A hand waved in front of your face, interrupting your mulling. ‘Hey.’

You stepped back a little in shock, looking at the offender.

Eddie.

‘Eddie.’ you breathed, taking off your headphones. ‘Hi!’

‘Hey.’ he grinned. ‘Didn’t mean to scare ya, but I said your name like three times.’

‘Sorry,’ you said sheepishly, gesturing to your headphones. ‘Music.’

‘No worries,’ he shrugged. ‘What’re you listening to?.’

You swallowed, feeling put on the spot, wishing your Walkman was playing something that was more him.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you pushed the headphones over his ears, gently moving his hair away from his face.

He listened for a few seconds, looking serious.

‘What’s this called?’ he asked, almost yelling.

You smiled, gesturing for him to remove the headphones.

‘Was I loud?’

‘A little.’ you said, still smiling at him.

‘My bad.’ he shrugged, not looking guilty at all. ‘But what was the song?’

You told him.

‘Hmmm.’ he mused. ‘Interesting, very interesting indeed.’

‘I thought you didn’t like those kinds of songs.’ you remarked.

‘I’m willing to keep an open mind for people I like.’

His words roared in your ears. He was so lovely. So lovely in the most horrid way, the worst way, because it wasn’t even on purpose, he was just like that. Your face was buzzing, so hot you might just combust here and now.

‘You can totally borrow this one.’ you began amicably. ‘If you wanna listen to the whole thing. There’s a whole lot more of ‘em on that too, if ya end up liking the first one.’

‘You sure?’ he questioned. ‘Wouldn’t wanna ruin your groove.’

You gave an exaggerated nod. ‘Totally.’

‘Sick, thanks Y/N.’

Removing the tape from the Walkman with shaking fingers, and holding it out to him. He took it carefully, thumb brushing against yours, placing it in the breast pocket of his denim vest, patting it twice.

‘You know, my friend is having a party tomorrow.’ Eddie began, handing your headphones back. ‘I’d love it if you came.’

You were floored. You were elated. You were nervous.

‘A party?’ you asked, pensively.

You hadn’t been particularly popular in high school, not to say you were bullied, more like people seemed to forget your existence, too quiet to be notable. So parties weren't an area you had a lot of experience in, unless your cousin's sweet sixteenth counted, where you’d spent the evening in a too tight turquoise dress, sporting a big bow on the back of it, a matching one in your hair. You had nursed a lukewarm glass of too sweet a punch the entire time, listening to your uncle tell you exactly how he believed ‘girls your age’ should behave. Safe to say your views didn’t align.

You decided it didn't count.

‘Nothing crazy, scouts honour.’ he assured you, hand placed to the right of his chest.

‘Your heart is more to the other side.’ you informed him.

‘Nerd.’ he jested, gazing at you through dark lashes.

‘You come up with that by yourself?’ you asked, sardonically.

‘As a matter of fact, I did.’ He laughed at his own joke, his laugh was thick, sweet. It was serene. He was alive and beautiful. It made you feel exhilarated.

He became nervous suddenly, quieter, making his fingers walk along a crate of crisp looking apples. ‘So, will you come?’ he swallowed, hard.

You don't think you could ever deny him.

‘Sounds fun, I’ll be there.’

He grinned, suddenly, as if he couldn’t stop himself. A beaming smile that pierced your heart gold, and set it alight. He was insatiable.

‘Awesome, great, I'll pick you up at two.’

You set your spine straight.

‘Oh-I, Eddie you don’t have to do that, I can find my own way there.’ you breathed, desperate to sound casual.

You yearned for him to take you, but you refused to be a burden.

‘Nonsense, we’re goin’ together.’

Together. How long you had longed to hear those words from him. You wanted him to tell you that he wanted to use that word from this day forward, because he wanted to be yours.

He didn’t

‘I don’t wanna put you out.’ you grumbled.

‘I invited you, didn’t I?’ he asked, not waiting for a response. ‘So we go together, I swear I’m fun.’

You stayed silent, deliberating. He had invited you. He must be okay with it.

‘I’ll even let you choose the music.’ he bargained in a sing-songy voice, as if that was what was stopping you.

‘If you’re sure.’

He nodded, earnestly, wide set eyes gleaming.

You conceded, ‘Okay, thank you Eddie.’

‘Two pm sharp, Y/N. I do not tolerate lateness.’ he cautioned, mouth set stern.

‘I won’t be late. Scouts honour.’ you repeated, hand at the left of your chest.

‘Nerd.’ he said, turning and heading towards the exits.

He hadn’t even bought anything.

‘By the way,’ he called over his shoulder, ‘my friend has a pool.’ shooting you a mischievous wink.

Your mouth fell open, you felt your neck heat up, skin prickling.

You left the store in a rush. You forgot your tangerines.

You pulled at a loose thread on your dress. It was a sweet summer yellow, like honey, with a flowing skirt that grazed your knees, chinching a little at the waist, before puffing out at the short sleeves, allowing the sun to kiss your skin. You had paired it with your favourite white Mary Janes, and frilly socks of the same colour, your bathing suit hidden underneath.

You glared at the astray thread before glancing at the clock in your hall. 2.07pm.

So much for not wanting to be late you thought, huffily.

Your face was pulled into a harsh scowl, possibilities swirling in your head on why he wasn’t here.

Perhaps he was lying about inviting you, him and all his friends now sitting at the pool, laughing at how gullible you are, and how excited you looked.

Or perhaps he’s completely forgotten you, and now he’s splashing away without a care in the world while you sit there and wallow.

But neither of those sounded like Eddie, he had never once made you feel like he was using you, or that he thought you were some joke. You don't think he's capable.

As the clock hit 2.09pm you heard his rickety van roar up the street, before coming to a harsh, screeching stop outside your door.

You shot up, gave yourself a once over in the mirror, and grabbed your bag. You weren’t sure what kind of party this was going to be, so you packed a variety of snacks, as well as a large glass bottle of homemade cloudy peach lemonade, a recipe you were extremely proud of. You were unsure if it was weird to bring lemonade to a party, but if it didn’t fit the vibe you would just keep it hidden.

You yanked open the door, and came face to face with a worried looking Eddie.

‘Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry I’m late.’ he practically panted apologetically, eyebrows upturned, eyes pleading.

You shook your head with a smile, ‘No worries, Eddie.’ you lied. ‘You don’t have to apologise’

‘No, I do, I’m sorry Y/N, truly.’ he spoke solemnly, ‘It’s my friend, he’s got no common decency whatsoever, kinda wish I’d left him to walk.’

You giggled, ‘Eddie, seriously, it’s fine.’

‘Stop being so forgiving.’ he scolded, ‘Now chop, chop, I got some party games to lose.’ clapping his hands.

He pushed his fingers under the strap of your bag you had slung over one shoulder, dragging it down your bare arm, knuckle brushing naked skin. You held your breath as this finger trailed over the pulse point on your wrist. It felt like he was moving in slow motion, drawing a line of heat on your skin. You barely contained a shiver as his trail ended and he threw the bag over his own shoulder.

‘I know, I know, you’re thinking “Wow, Eddie Munson is such a gentleman” right?’ he asked, twirling his hair round one figure in what you believed was meant to be an impression of you.

‘You’d be correct, you know.’ he continued, voice dropping lower, bending to get closer to your ear, ‘I am a gentleman, sweetheart.’ his minty breath crowded your senses, always with a hint of cigarettes. You used to detest it, now you couldn’t get enough.

You swallowed, and turned to him, faces much closer together than normal, due to his bent stature. ‘We both know that isn’t true.’ you said, hushed, a surge of confidence igniting in you. You smirked, looking at him through your lashes.

You were mere inches apart, staring at each other. You wet your dry lips. His eyes flitted to them, before he was back making eye contact with you.

You opened your mouth to speak when -

Bang!

You separated from Eddie in shock, and turned to whatever creature was making the noise.

A young, curly-haired boy stood, with fury on his face and one of his socks falling down. He had whacked the side of the beaten up van with his fist.

‘Eddie, let’s go.’ he bellowed with a lisp.

‘Can it Henderson.’ Eddie replied, not as loud, ‘You can walk if you’re in such a hurry.’

‘You guys can be gross at Steve’s, but please move your asses.’ gesturing for us to come hither.

‘Your odd little friend is right, we are late.’ you said, turning back to Eddie, who was now at a friendly distance, standing full height.

‘I know, but if I go now, it’ll look like I’m doing it ‘cos he told me to.’ he complained, ‘Can’t be fueling his ego anymore, his hat won’t fit.’ he said it scornfully, but he was smiling.

‘Eddie.’ the boy hissed.

‘Alright, alright man, we’re coming, jeez.’

‘Thank you.’ he sighed, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

You laughed at his actions, as he placed himself directly in front of you.

‘Dustin Henderson, at your service.’ he introduced, giving your hand a firm shake.

Eddie had mentioned him before, once or twice, a key member to his Hellfire Club, and ‘a little piece of shit’ as he had so kindly put it, although he had followed it up with ‘and one of my favourite people’.

‘Hi Dustin,’ you grinned, ‘I’m-’

‘I know exactly who you are.’ his smile was sly, and his eyes twinkled, he looked between you and Eddie, who was leaning casually against the side of the van, you weren’t quite sure what he meant.

‘Stop making her feel weird man, let’s go.’

‘I call shotgun!’ Dustin yelled, breaking out in a run towards the passengers side.

Eddie moved quickly, stepping in front of an excitable Dustin, staring him down, not unkindly.

‘This is not how we treat guests, Henderson.’ he reprimanded, smirking.

Dustin groaned in response, loudly, and dramatically, curls bouncing as his head fell back.

‘I don’t mind sitting in the ba-’

Eddie put his index finger on your lips. ‘Silence Y/N, you are getting in the front.’

You felt compelled to bite his finger. You controlled yourself.

‘Fine, you and your girlfriend can sit in the front. I’ll cover my ears if you start to make out.’ he snorted, stomping away.

Your face tingled, you glanced at Eddie in your peripheral and took note of his slightly tinted pink cheeks.

You wanted to laugh at the comment, or give some witty remark, but you were stuck, stuck without words, stuck with this boy who you couldn’t help but love. At that moment the world felt cruel, and you were stuck.

Everything moved again as Eddie spoke.

‘You’re lucky I don’t lock you in the back, Henderson.’ he said, although his voice shook a little, a strange kind of nervousness.

‘Oh yeah? Real nice, Eddie.’ Dustin shouted, swinging the doors of the van open.

The drive to the party was tenser than you expected, partly your fault, as you could barely glance at Eddie without internally begging the ground to swallow you whole.

The First Cut is the Deepest by Cat Stevens played gently through the crackling stereo, because Eddie Munson, true to his word, had let you choose the music, even though you were sure he couldn’t stand this song.

You hummed to yourself softly, watching as the trees whooshed past in a lush, green blur. You had rolled the window down halfway, letting the breeze surround your senses in a mind-reeling array of summer scents - fresh-cut grass, asters and suntan lotion paired perfectly with the smell of the boy next to you.

‘I really like your dress.’ Eddie breathed from next to you.

You felt giddy, and your face showed it, smiling animatedly, suppressing a squeal. ‘Yeah? I didn’t know what to wear.’

He glanced at you, before turning his eyes back to the road. ‘You chose well. You look beautiful Y/N.’

Beautiful.

Your body was on fire, bursting, blooming, beaming with the light of a million stars.

Beautiful.

How lovely he was.

‘Thank you Eddie.’ you said quietly, with full sincerity.

‘I just tell it how it is.’

The term ‘party’, was a loose description of the situation. It felt more like a family gathering, and you were the out-of-state cousin that no one knew.

Steve, who found out was none other than Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington (when you called him that to Eddie, he had thrown his head back like it was the funniest thing you ever said) had a massive back yard. Neatly cut grass covered the lawn, where pretty beds of flowers sat all in bloom, buzzing with life. Right in the centre was the pool, surrounded by white tiles that you couldn’t step on without shoes due to the sun burning so bright. The pool was a clear blue, and smelled like chlorine. Deck chairs sat either side of the pool, and a boy you knew to be Jonathan Byers stood off to the left, grilling some mouth-watering looking burgers.

There were more children than you were expecting, yelling, splashing and running excitedly, their faces shiny from sweat and sunscreen. You recognised a few of them; a tall, spindly, dark-haired boy you realised was Mike Wheeler, the younger brother of Nancy, who had been a year below at school, he stood next to Will Byers, smaller, paler, sporting an unfortunate bowl cut. With his feet dipped in the pool was Lucas Sinclair, bright-eyed, dark skin glowing, smiling at a freckled, ginger-haired girl who was listening intently to whatever he was saying.

In the pool with Nancy was another young girl you didn’t know, slightly frizzy, dark hair with a home-cut fringe across her forehead. It looked like Nancy was teaching her to swim.

You took a heavy breath, feeling nervous, looking for Eddie. You saw him, talking to Steve and a tall, short-haired girl. He caught your eye and beckoned you over, you went, anxiety bubbling in your chest, you really wanted these people to like you, they meant a lot to Eddie, and he meant a lot to you.

‘Y/N, this is Steve and Robin, dear, dear friends of mine.’ Eddie introduced sarcastically, placing his hand over his heart (in the correct place this time).

‘Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about.’ he continued, less sarcastic now, smiling down at you.

Your heart stopped as you focus your gaze on him. He had told people about you?

He continued smiling down at you. You could feel it, the difference in the way he was looking at you. You knew it was different. It was the way you looked at him, like there was no one else in the world. Your eyes got hot.

It felt like you stood like that for hours, in reality it was mere seconds before you got the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching you, and you felt as if they were talking about you, some private joke, a way to laugh at you.

You glanced at Robin and Steve, preparing yourself for scornful or disgusted looks, however they were just staring, slight smiles.

‘Welcome to the land of outcasts.’ began Robin, a delightful rasp to her voice. ‘Glad you could join us.’

‘We are not outcasts.’ reproached Steve, scowling. ‘I’m here, that makes us cool.’

‘Steve you stopped being cool a solid 5 years ago.’ Robin told him, rolling her eyes at you.

You laughed quietly, trying to gauge Steve’s reaction to the insult. He smiled good-naturedly.

‘Harsh. And lying. Lying is sinful, shame on you Buckley.’

This isn’t how you remembered Steve Harrington, King Steve. The Steve you remembered was arrogant, selfish, crass and all round not a great person, but the years away from school seemed to have changed him for the better, and you could understand why Eddie hung out with him.

They all began chattering about school days, laughing at how long it took Eddie to graduate, how Robin was in band, how Steve truly believed he was God’s gift, and how glad they were to be friends now. The love was radiating in waves, almost scorching you.

You felt a sudden longing feeling, it caught in your throat as you smiled and watched them. You felt lonely. Why didn’t you have this? Could you have this? Would they want you here? Would Eddie?

Lost in your ever-moving thoughts, you didn’t notice a certain tall almost 19 year old sidle up to you with a curious smile lightning up soft, freckled face.

‘You know, you’re staring.’ she teased, nose wrinkling at your aghast expression.

‘I-I’m not staring,’ you scoffed. ‘Simply gawking…subtly.’

‘Those are synonyms, meaning you admit you are staring.’

You narrowed your eyes at her. ‘Are you making fun of me?’

‘Oh definitely.’ she confirmed. ‘Only ‘cos I desperately want us to be friends.’

You gawped at her, visibly taken aback by her outright statement. You couldn’t remember the last time someone was so downright, openly, demandingly honest with you, specifically about wanting to be your friend.

‘I want to be friends with you.’ you told her, less confident, more wobbly sounding, but it seemed to please her immensely.

She beamed, the apples of her pretty cheeks nearly bursting from her wide smile, you copied her, feeling eyes burning into the back of your skull. ‘Okay then, we’re officially friends.’

You felt a sort of giddiness you hadn’t felt in a while. The kind you only get from girl friendships, where your chest is warm, your soul is full and you want to tell her all your secrets. You were almost star-struck, the beautiful, life-filled girl wants to be your friend.

The two of you sat on the deckchairs, admiring your surroundings, chatted, well, more like Robin chatted, and you listened in wonder at the mirage of thoughts that seemed in a constant stream in her head. She was funny, and endearing, and nerdy in the best way.

It wasn’t long before Jonathon was calling for everyone to come eat. You wandered to the grill shyly, behind everyone else, not wanting to seem pushy, although the burgers looked mouth-watering, placed between doughy buns, with fresh lettuce, melty cheese, and enough fried onions to feed fifty.

Eddie slinked over to you, grinning from ear to ear.

‘I see you’ve made a friend.’ he stated, eyes on you.

‘I don’t remember the last time I made a girlfriend,’ you admitted softly, ‘Or any friend for that matter.’

‘You know, I don’t get that, you’re like my favourite person to be around.’

‘I am?’ you asked, the disbelief obvious on your face.

He nodded. ‘You kidding? How could you not be?’ he wasn’t looking at you now, instead at the rest of the party, his face looking incredibly pretty and kissable.

You looked away from him, you couldn't cope with the emotions swirling in you. Frozen in place, with the boy you wanted to be with, warmth from the evening sun giving you a gentle hug as laughter surrounded your senses.

You sucked in a breath as Eddie’s eyes fell on you once again.

‘Eddie,’ you began, in barely a whisper.

‘You wanna go for a walk with me, Y/N?’ he interrupted, eyes bright and hopeful.

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

His big hand reached for yours, wrapping round your fingers perfectly, moulding as one.

Steve Harrington’s street was quiet, the wind brushed the bushes and trees, but not a person was in sight, it was sort of perfect.

Looking at Eddie under the streetlights made your body numb with excitement as the two of you walked hand in hand in harmonious silence, it felt right, comfortable.

‘I have a confession.’ Eddie mumbled, so softly, that if you weren’t standing right next to him you might not have caught it.

He stopped walking, taking hold of your other hand. He looked like he was about to ask you to dance.

He didn’t. Of course.

‘I have a…confession,’ he repeated, louder this time.

You giggled, erratically, a little unnerved by his intense stare, ‘I’m listening.’

He huffed a breath of air, his small smile seeming nervous.

‘I have been the most ridiculous man.’

‘Well, I could’ve told you that, no need to walk me to the street for that.’ you joked.

He laughed, not big, the way he normally did, but a softer kind that made your thighs clench a little. His eyes shining, pupils so large you could barely see his irises.

‘What made you come to this conclusion then?’ you asked.

‘I am the most ridiculous man on planet earth, because,’ he paused, taking in a lungful of air. ‘Because I haven’t been honest with you, Y/N.’

‘Oh.’

You thought it might be quiet enough for him to hear your crazed heartbeat. You certainly could, the rush of blood in your ears.

‘I want to kiss you.’ he whispered, squeezing your fingers, as if he was trying to learn their shape.

‘You do?’ you asked, your voice equally as soft.

He nodded aggressively, his curls bouncing. ‘Desperately. Like, it’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about, day and night, I think of you, of how beautiful you are, abo-about how much I want to be with you. You have completely consumed my mind, Y/N, without even meaning to.’

His shoulders sunk, like he felt all the tension in his back leave.

You were stunned, unable to move, unable to speak. Tears welled up in your eyes and you willed them not to fall.

‘Y/N?’ he wiggled your hands, ‘It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just couldn’t stand another minute without you knowing how I feel.’

‘I-I-Eddie,’ you croaked, ‘You have no idea how long I have been begging for you to feel the way I do.’

‘You mean it?’

‘Kiss me, Eddie, please.’

He did.

A/N: halllloo, so this took me a annoyingly long time to write, I kept forgetting, also work is incredibly busy. pls like/reblog if you enjoyed. thank you for reading, ilyyy:3

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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aahanna · 3 months

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Things which women should not be insecure about but instead carry with grace and confidence

1. Asymmetric breast size

2. Uneven nipple size or shape

3. Stretch marks on breasts, hips, or thighs

4. Cellulite on thighs or buttocks

5. Body hair (including on arms, legs, back, or face)

6. Vaginal labia of varying sizes or shapes

7. Menstrual cramps or PMS symptoms

8. Acne or pimples on the face or body

9. Scars from injuries, surgeries, or skin conditions

10. Differences in toe size or shape

11. Uneven eyebrow shape or thickness

12. Hair loss or thinning (especially after childbirth or menopause)

13. Varicose veins or spider veins

14. Scoliosis or other spinal curvatures

15. Skin conditions like eczema, psoriasis, or vitiligo

Remember, these traits are a normal part of human diversity and don't define a person's beauty, worth, or identity. Women should feel comfortable in their own bodies.

#desiblr #body posititivity #south asian women #desi women #women #beautiful women #girlhood #girlblogging #self love #it girl #positive thoughts #everyone is beautiful

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

― pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader

― summary: after a case involving an old childhood bully, you began to question everything you've ever worked for, but that's nothing a little reassurance from the good doctor can't fix.

― warnings: oral sex (fem rec.), vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, head in the jet bathrooms (lord), spencer has long hair, man ponytail spence, quiet "sex." hurt/comfort, mentions of kidnapping, murder, violence, bullying, hostage situations, and weapons.

― wc: 2403

⋆ a/n: this is the first ever fanfiction i wrote and uploaded to ao3. i don't know why i made it so long lmfao. yeah, i googled the term whiplash, sue me. this has already been posted to ao3.

masterlist | AO3

You wish what you wanted wasn't inappropriate. That it didn't totally go against everything that you stood for as a person. Morally, you were always correct, but in this certain situation, the lines began to get blurred between your self-control and your burning desire for the genius on your team.

Your body bursts into flames whenever you saw him; when he had his glasses perched onto his nose, a file in his hand as his long and delicate fingers skimmed over the words, lighting grazing them. Even when the others thought his constant spewing of facts were annoying, you actually found it endearing, and quite the turn on. It was embarrassing really, how this man could simply just exist and you were ready to jump his bones.

Of course you doubted that he had held any sort of attraction for you. He's probably the most oblivious person you've ever met dispite his IQ of 187.

It was another case that was just as exhausting as the other, and not only that, it took place in your hometown. What made it worse was that you actually knew the person that was the murderer, which made you vital to the case. You could sense that everyone besides the team was side eyeing you, and you couldn't help but feel like an outcast. You were frustrated and tense, wanting nothing more than to have sleep swallow you whole.

The jet was quiet, almost everyone still asleep as you counted the stars in the dark sky that you could see from your window. The whole situation was overwhelming, no matter how many sympathetic words and tight hugs you had received, you were still bothered to no end. Eric was a part of your close friend group in highschool, but after a falling out, you were the only one that left. You had no idea that he and the others stayed close until you were called down to solve a double homicide and stalking situation.

You figured out that he still harbored feelings for your long time friend, Stacy. Of course as fate would have it —and highschool cliches— she got with the jock of your friend group, Ryan. They got married, but Eric was still as jealous and bitter as he was when he was seventeen. He chose to kill the couple and be on his way to kill the others that were left. You couldn't help but think about what if you were still friends with them, would he be after you too? You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, throwing the blanket that you had draped over you onto it as you made your way to the bathroom.

When you had gotten inside, you shut the door behind you, pressing your hands onto the cool counter in an attempt to ground yourself. You stared into the mirror to take in your disheveled form.

You watched as your highschool self formed right in front of your very eyes; your frizzy hair, pimpled face and braced teeth had all of a sudden reappeared, like a dream like fog. You still looked as tired as you did then, your eyes clouding with tears. Not only were you devastated about your old friends deaths, but it was also what Eric had said when he held another friend, Amanda, at gun point.

"Just because you got a fancy badge and gun doesn't mean you're still not the same brace face that nobody wanted."

You were embarrassed in front of your team, the media, as well as the other police officers at the scene.

As Eric was brought down to his knees and handcuffed, he walked past your glaring gaze with a smirk. You could've sworn that your finger that was pressed against the trigger twitched. You were the first one to have left, your skin burning in shame and your gut twisting in the most painful way possible. It hurt really, and now the after effects were sticking to you like glue. As if the insults that you get for being a bigger FBI was enough as it is, this was just the icing on the cake. You had worked so hard to move on from your past, but alas, it would always seem to find you.

Tears dripped down your face as a silent sob ripped through you. You just wanted to disappear. As your self wallowing continued, the bathroom door was opened scaring you and the person on the other side.

"Sorry!" Spencer squeaked, closing the door back up. "It's fine," You chuckled, "I wasn't doing anything anyway." You wiped your tears hastily before the man re-entered.

His faced quickly crumpled in concern, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your saddened facial features. "Why are you crying?" You waved your hand in an attempt to dismiss his question. He hesitated before speaking."Is this— is this about what happened earlier?" You let out a sigh. "Shut the door." And he did, closing it quietly behind him as he looked at you worriedly.

"It wasn't about the "brace face" comment. It was the fact that I had allowed myself to let him make me feel small. I worked so hard to get where I am, and it was like one word from him and all of it just came crumbling down." You ranted, tears threatening to come down once more.

In all of your years as an FBI agent, you had learned to not let such crude words get to you knowing that it was a part of your job that wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Everyone on your team has heard their fair share of insults from bitter UnSubs, and they're always just ignored and not thought twice about until it included someone close to them.

"You know that everything he said wasn't true, right?" Spencer asked, his tone soft and reassuring. Even though he phrased it like a question, it was more like he was telling you, causing your stomach to twist around with butterflies. "I know, I just—" You groaned, your back against the counter where the sink was at, your face held in your hands. You felt him step in front of you, soft but skinny hands placing themselves on your wrist to stop them from covering your face.

"If it's it uh—" He cleared his throat, "If it's any consolation, I think you're absolutely gorgeous." He said bravely, his voice holding unforseen confidence. You blinked rapidly, swallowing your spit nervously as he leaned closer to you. You could see it in his eyes that he was afraid that he read the room wrong, but you didn't hesitate, grabbing him by his orange tie and pulling him closer against you.

He was now gripping the counter, his head tilted to the side as his lips barely brushed again yours.

"You mean it?" You asked, staring up at him. It was his turn to be rendered speechless, but he nodded his head. You smiled sweetly, raising a hand up to tuck some of his long hair behind his ear. He trembled slightly at your touch, the skin of his ears and the back of his neck flushing a deep red. You held him in a strong gaze as you made your demand.

"Lock the door."

All he had to do was lean over and the locked snapped, signaling that you were both now in here together. You locked your fingers in his hair and pulled him into a kiss, Spencer cradling your face. He was an excellent kisser even though he was slightly hesitant, being a gentleman as always. His hands were respectful even though you can tell they wanted to explore more of your curvaceous body that were filled in all the right places.

You took his hands off of your face and placed them on your ass, your hands giving him an encouraging squeeze around the fat. He groaned in surprise, but opting to throw all caution to the wind once you had took the initiative to show him that it was okay. Your threaded your digits through his luscious locks until he bent downward a bit, his lips separating from yours for only a split second to haul you onto the marble. You let out a quiet squeak that he only chuckled at.

He kissed down your neck, hands touching all over you until they reached your spread thighs, opening them wider so he could step in between them. He wrapped them around his tiny waist, his lips continuing their assault.

"Spence. . ." You breathed. "Yeah?" He mumbled, lips kissing down to your breast. His voice was muffled by the fabric of your shirt but he was still alert. "Are you sure you want to do this here?" You asked. With the way his needy hands were going and the fact that the belt on your dress pants were undone , it was looking like he was about to finger you at the least. He looked up at you, holding your face in his hands again.

"I want to show you how beautiful you are to me, but if you'd rather wait, maybe until I take you on a date—" You cut off his rambling with a peck, "No need, just make sure to be quiet." You winked at him. He smiled sheepishly shrugging off his grey vest before falling to his knees so that he was faced with your clothed crotch. Your body was keening at the sight of the tall man in front of you, the supposed genius now reduced to nothing more than a mouth. It was hot how he looked at you with so much admiration, like you were his goddess to worship.

You stared down at him, running your fingers through his long hair, biting your lip.

"Can you—" He gulped. "Can you please lift your hips?" His shaky fingers were tucked into the band of your pants, pupils blown out and and pleading. You did as he asked to make the process of him stripping you of your lower half easier. You were now bare and open to him, legs spread with your glistening sex clenching around nothing. He gulped at the sight of your drenched cunt, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips before leaned forward, his tongue licking a bold stripe up your folds that caused you to bite your lip.

"Wait." You paused. "What?" He asked, his voice gravelly as he watched you reach up into your hair to pull out your hair tie. Even though your locks fell around your face, you gestured for him to lean up a bit. "C'mere," You beckoned. You then went around his head, collecting his hair gently before tying it back so that none of it got in his way.

"There you go." You said, sounding pleased with yourself. "Thank you." He blushed. His gratitude was short lived as he leaned forward once more, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders so that he was suffocated by your large thighs. You held onto his ponytail, trying your best not to tug on the thing too hard. As he suckled on your clit, he watched as you slapped a hand over your mouth, harsh breaths coming out of you as your legs tightened around his head.

Your chest was heaving as Spencer's nails dug into the skin of your thighs in an attempt to keep himself grounded. You were barely holding on, his inexperienced tongue searching desperately to see what you liked, what got you off, his dough eye's peering up at you to study your reactions. He mentally took notes of what made you twitch and gasp, what made you tremble and tighten as your hand clamped harder around your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself from being too loud.

You almost screamed when one of his fingers joined his attack, his middle finger curling against the spongy padding of your g-spot. You began to shake, your juices dripping down his chin, almost soaking the collar of his dress shirt as he brought you closer to a mind blowing orgasm. It didn't take long for you to cum once his ring finger breached you as well.

Your jaw went slack, your back arching and your hand slipped from off of your mouth. He pulled away from your now weeping opening, his chest heaving and strands of his hair sticking out from under the elastic of the band. He looked more destroyed than you in a humorous way.

"Wow..." You giggled, sitting up in order to stretch your back. He shakily got up, his knees slightly aching from sitting on them for so long. You pulled him into you, releasing his hair from the band and massaging his scalp. His hands placed themselves onto your naked and splayed out thighs, hands warming at the feeling of your soft skin.

"Did I— did I do good?" Even though he whispered it, it still made you smile endearingly. "You did great, Doctor." You teased as he smiled softly. Embarrassingly enough, he reached over a bit to grab some toilet paper in order to wipe his mouth from your release. Your face flushed as he dropped the soiled paper into the toilet next to the both of you.

"We should get out of here, don't you think?" You brought up, which prompted him to grab your pants and underwear in a hurry. "Right, right." He agreed, helping you off the counter and assisting you in getting your clothes on.

Before you two left, he pulled you into him by your waist.

"Would like to go on a date?" There was that same confidence again. "Of course, Spence. And what's with you and this duality? It's giving me whiplash." You chuckled, throwing your arms around his neck. "Actually, whiplash is an injury caused by a severe jerk to the head, typically in a motor-vehicle accident—" You cut him off with a peck, "I know, I was being sarcastic." You sighed, but there was no irritation behind it. He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

He made sure to sneak you out first, flushing the toilet to ensure his ruse. You found yourself chuckling at his extremities, but nonetheless was satisfied as he took a seat next to you. He pulled the blanket over the both of you as his hand met yours, interlacing your fingers together before dozing off on your shoulder.

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no-stupid-questions-official · 3 months

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Is it normal to have pimples in the inner parts around the vaginal opening (on the clit, Urethra and the labia minora)? All the resources I found on Google only talk about pimples on the outer parts of the vagina.

#question #biology

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 7 months

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this might be verging more on the medical side tbh but I wanted to know if you had any advice/knowledge about acne/zits around the vulva region?

hi anon,

I'm assuming the advice you're seeking is along the lines of "how to make them happen less," in which case I would check out the rundown here:

#sex edventures 2024

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drmamtamehta1 · 2 months

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5 Things You Should Always Discuss with Your Gynecologist

When it comes to sexual and reproductive health, it can be hard to know what’s “normal” and what may be a sign of a potential health problem. Even if you feel embarrassed about certain issues, your gynecologist has seen and heard it all and is there to help you, not to pass judgment.

1.Painful periods

For many women, receiving their period is an unpleasant experience. Cramps, breast pain, and headaches are among the most prevalent menstrual symptoms. However, for some women, period pain extends beyond cramping and can be quite severe. If your periods are extremely painful or have become worse over time, you may have endometriosis or uterine fibroids.

2.Vaginal Odor

While vaginal odor might be an uncomfortable issue, it is critical to consult your doctor if there is a foul or fishy odor, or if there is a change in your regular fragrance that lasts for a few days. While having an odor is typical, any changes or bad scents might indicate bacterial overgrowth or a vaginal infection

3.Swelling Bumps or Growths Down There

Noticing a growth in your vagina or around your labia might be concerning. Is it an ingrown hair, a pimple, a cut from shaving, or something more serious? Bumps are usually harmless, but if you see anything, you should see your doctor. Genital warts may remain visible for some time, while herpes lesions can recover in seven to 14 days, making it critical to seek medical attention during an epidemic.

4.Sexual Discomfort

It’s very important to talk to your doctor about sexual discomfort. You may be uncomfortable bringing it up, but your gynecologist can help explain and treat your concerns.

5.Sexual History

Women often worry that their gynecologist is judging them if they ask how many partners they’ve had, how old they were when they first had intercourse, if they’ve had any sexually transmitted diseases (STDs), or about sexual orientation and gender identity.

If you’re searching for a trusted gynecologist in Vaishali Nagar, look no further than Dr. Mamta Mehta. With her extensive experience and compassionate approach, Dr. Mehta provides top-notch care for women’s health. As a leading gynecologist in Vaishali Nagar, she is dedicated to ensuring the well-being of her patients. Schedule a consultation with Dr. Mamta Mehta to experience exceptional gynecological care.

#gynecologist #mental health #health #doctor

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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The Promise of a Duke

Pairing: Jaehyun x F Reader

Genre: One Shot, AU - Regency Fantasy Romance (Not Period Accurate), Fluff and Smut

Summary: Lord Jaehyun Jeong, newly wed, won't stop smoking until a baby is on the way…

Word count: 3k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Not Period Accurate (specifically the cigarette smoking), Explicit Sexual Content: Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Cum Play, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Exhibitionism

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 2 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! I had a free day and I found that this fic fit under the "Breeding" kink for the event, fell on the same day as my first Kinktober fic, so I utilized my free time to post 2 fics in one day! Check out my own personal Kinktober List** which has a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event!

Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 I hope this fulfills your fantasies! I read the request when Bridgerton teasers were coming out and inspired me to make this fic regency fantasy romance!!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes!! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

Sweet tobacco tickled her sinuses, waking her. Sitting up, she placed a hand over her mouth. Curls at the front of her bonnet unfurled as she sneezed, loosened tendrils blocking her vision.

Pushing them behind her ears, she saw her husband at the foot of the bed. The thick curtains were pulled back. Illuminating full moon radiating into her bed chambers.

The right side window swung open as he stared out into the indigo night, bare back to her. Top of his trousers hanging off his hips, threatening to slip down.

His lean statuesque pose was breath-taking. Perfect model for an Italian Renaissance artist with every muscle flexing and glowing.

“Jaehyun, dear,” she called out, stepping out of bed, “you’ll catch a cold without a tunic, or robe at least.”

“It’s hot,” he replied, opening his left arm to her, turning around slightly. Smooth, gentle voice to match his gaze. Eyes so dark she fell into an abyss, consumed by his focus on her. “I was admiring the moon.”

In nothing but her nightgown, her whole body lit up with goose pimples. The night’s chill seeped into her skin. His embrace warmed her shoulders.

His cigarette smoke infiltrated her senses, her mind hazy and flustered. She sneezed into her hands, multiple curls coming undone with her bonnet deflating over her forehead.

“I wish you’d give that up,” she said, looking at the moonlight reflected onto his milky skin, pushing her bonnet out of her face. The contrast of his black tendrils over his porcelain forehead reminded her of the earthy taste of Jaehyun’s skin. Saliva building at the back of her throat. “My father left my mother a widow when I was 8. He’d coughed blood, and still smoked. Do you wish to make me worry so much?”

“Come, my wife,” he said, exhaling a puff of smoke out the open window, “I promised you on our wedding night that I’ll give up my vices once we start our family. I fully intend to keep my word.”

Fingers at her hip pinched, the grip painfully sharp even with the layer of fabric covering her. Goose pimples flared up to her tits, fire rushing into the pit of her stomach. Their eyes locked, a shadow over his eyes as his lips curved up gently. Her mouth dried as her heat engulfed her face.

“How can we start a family when you’re smoking and not in bed with your wife then, husband?”

He chuckled, eyes squinting as his set of perfect teeth shone in the moonlight.

“How do you want to try our family planning tonight, my love?”

He let her go, snuffing the cigarette against the ashtray on the windowsill. She ran a hand over his chest, appreciating the warmth and softness of his skin. Lady Masscaster described her husband’s skin like worn leather, rough on the fingertips. but the Duke of West Goroa, Jaehyun Jeong, was of the most expensive material on earth: gold.

He was smooth, strong yet pliable. Her right hand palmed over his hip, pushing his trousers down his hips.

Tongue licking her husband’s chest, gliding toward his nipple, her senses filled with his metallic musk. His skin tasted fresh and cool. Minty with the mossy dew she’d inhaled in the forest during wet morning horseback rides.

“Careful, love.” He grunted, hand slipping away from the curtains to her wrist. His manhood was warming up in her fist. Heat rushing to her head blurred her vision. “Squeeze me too hard and my seed will spill all over that pretty gown.”

“This old thing?” She laughed, releasing his stiffening member. He pulled her front up against his. “Just an old nightgown for bedtime. Are you going to sleep in bed with me for once, Jae?”

She turned away from the hot touch of his fingers pinching her breast. His guffaw into the crook of her neck lit up her body in goose pimples.

“Do you find it humorous that you’re still called the Cad of West Goroa?”

“Are you unsettled by the name calling?”

She yelped as he scooped her up in his arms, throwing her top half over his shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Beast! You feral beast! I am your wife and you’re carrying me like a-like a Neanderthal!”

“That’s your husband you’re slandering,” he said with a heavy sigh, as if her words were wearing him down, not his lack of sleep. “What sort of beast did you marry?”

He laid her onto the bed, dying flames from the fireplace the only source of light in the room. His face was hidden in the shadows but she felt his smile against her skin, a sweet chuckle into the crook of her neck. Resting his body over hers, his knee widened the parting of her legs.

“Well, you’ve spent your evenings at the gambling halls, coming home when I’m rising to prepare for us to break fast. How am I to trust you aren’t gambling away our fortunes? Where have your hands and your…your honor been at all hours of the night? Your dainty wife is asleep at home.”

“Do I not make love to you enough?”

She moaned as his hand went between her legs, fingers gliding up and down against her slit, curling the thin cloth of her nightdress into her folds. Hips thrusting against his touch, she failed to resist her desires. Hands pulling her gown up to give him better access.

Jaehyun didn’t often make love to her at night in their bed chambers, but he always fucked her after they broke fast. Often, he’d lock them in the bath together and spill his seed into her.

Other times he’d have her in his study, on his large oak desk before settling down to focus on his paperwork. When he’d rise for supper, they’d make love not just in his chambers, but hers as well.

Her chest swelled at the thrill of the rare opportunity to fuck late at night in her bed chambers.

Wet tip sliding up against her folds, he hissed. Her spine shook, nipples aching. One hand gripping her fleshy thigh, he pushed his cock into her. Their lips connected, his arms hooking under her thighs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him hard. Tongue shoving against his teeth, lips sucking his. Every push of his hot manhood into her encouraged her to hold him tighter.

“You’ll give me as many children as I want,” his breath was at her throat. Her arms loosened with her nails creating pink trails along his milky shoulder blades as his pushes quickened. “Fill you with my seed, wife. A house full of babies, this is my dream for us.”

“Jaehyun!”

His smokey breath consumed her. Alcohol on his tongue filling her senses. Her insides lit up with his cum.

He refused to release her lips. Hands grabbing her face, his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. The weight of his hips were heavy as he kept himself deep inside of her. Softening cock still making her feel full.

“Has Doctor Kim visited?” His gentle voice was at her ear. A heavy kiss on her shoulder. “Florence befriended the Parisian healer-” “They’ve all visited Monday,” she replied, hand caressing his neck. “I’m well. Flo said it can take time. The healer suggested that I take a little honey in my tea for blood flow.”

“Do you still believe that will encourage more babies?”

“Her advice has helped at least ten couples. The Duchess of Waignberg had twins.”

He pulled out of her, sitting up. Eyes shut, she threw her hands up to quiet her moan. Jaehyun thrust two fingers deep inside of her.

“A personal theory of mine.” Her walls instinctively constricted around his long fingers as he rutted shallow pushes into her. “I need to hold you like this to ensure my seed remains inside of you.”

He was silent as his fingers stilled. Her pussy walls continued to squeeze his fingers, her hips shaking.

Quivering breaths echoing along the walls, she thrust against his motionless wrist, riding out her orgasm. Both hands held onto his wrist between her legs. Nails marking him with more pink scratches.

“Let’s go to sleep, Jae.”

“Like this?” He spooned her. Middle finger in her cunt, he kissed her shoulder. “You’re so hot down here. I need to appreciate feeling you while I can.”

“If you’d just come to bed with me every night,” she said before moaning loudly. Her throat tightened as his thumb encircled her cum covered clit. “Jae!”

“After our first born arrives, it will be this every night, love.” Hand cupping her heat, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder again. “Once your body is healed. It’s my family before anything else.”

“Thank you, Stuart,” Jaehyun said to the stable boy. Handing Stuart his whip and cap, he pulled his gold plated watch from his pocket. “Prep the staff for dinner for the usual time. The Lady and I will put the horses away. We’ll need to have a bath drawn up in my chambers. Not hers.”

Stuart left abruptly as Jaehyun helped his wife dismount from her horse, a beautiful Connemara steed. Eloise had been Jayhyun’s wedding gift to his bride.

Elegant with beautiful shiny locks that radiated everywhere she went, Eloise matched her owner perfectly. Thanking the horse for a fun ride, she took the reins and led Eloise to her stall.

“I daresay, my Lord, you let me win today.” Her lovely locks were coming undone. Loopy tresses fell down, covering the nape of her neck. Dark forest hiding her luscious skin from his lips. His fingers curled against his leg the same ways her perfect skin caressed Eloise’s pearly silk fur. “Beating you by a whole five seconds? I haven’t ever beaten you by more than two seconds to spare. And matching your speed is difficult enough as it is.”

“You’re much too modest, my Lady.” His hands were on her hips. Planting a kiss on the crook of her neck, he inhaled. Sweet floral dew with a sharp sourness cutting through, he sucked up her sweat. “How can I keep up with you when you’re besting me day after day?”

“My Lord?”

“I need you,” he grunted, hands pulling up layers of fabrics to get to her cunt, “right fucking now.”

Fisting her skirts tight, he pulled her front against the stable wall, chest pinning her under him. One hand quickly undoing his breeches, he freed his painfully hot and aching rod. Nipping a trail of sharp kisses along her shoulders, he glided his wet, precum covered tip along her ass and slit. Fire shot to his balls as she remained quiet, hips thrusting gently against him.

“Every day-” his tip pushed against her hot entrance, mind spinning like a fever “-I need to fill you up more and more.”

They took in dry breaths of air together as he pushed into her. The squeeze of her walls forced his mind blank.

Sour manure. Sweet hay. Musty oak.

The pliable flesh that clung onto his cock was all he could focus on. Every fucking time he was inside he was instantly lost. Sucked right into her. Going in deeper. She clung tighter with every push.

He’d stopped going to the gambling halls. Every night, his need to fill up his wife before her bedtime took precedence. He enjoyed dinner more when he was depleted of energy from fucking her in his study in the late afternoon. A need to create something beautiful with her.

Now he was finding it difficult not to fuck her after watching her hair fly widely on horseback all afternoon. Focused only on her eyes lighting up as she passed him. Thunderous laughter echoing through the forest in utter ecstasy as her steed flew past his.

“I need you filled with my cum,” he rasped into her ear, balls deep inside of her. Cock feeling the all consuming squeeze of her succulent walls, he came into her. Hands grasping her hips tight he rutted shallow pushes into her. “Milk me!”

The pressure of her walls was so tight, the weight in his balls twisted up into his guts. Body rigid, he pressed her flat against the wall. The intense heat in his body slowly deflated, his grip at her hips loosening. They remained connected as he felt their mixed fluids dribble down their legs.

“I need to fill you with my seed the moment I think there is none left in you.” He pulled out of her. Immediately, his hand cupped her core, feeling the fluids seep through the cracks between his fingers. “Do you think we’ll have a boy or a girl first?”

“With you manhandling me so often lately,” she said softly, fingers from one hand wrapping around his wrist, “if we have a girl first it will be my way to remind you that I control your silly little dick.”

She cried out as he thrust his rock hard stick into her. It was too much too fast. He came into her in two gut punching spurts.

“I need you filled up with me,” he said, giving one harsh push into her. She grunted and he failed to suck up a high pitched mewl. Heavy breath with another hard jerk, he cleared his throat. “Our baby boy will be a reminder how much my cum has been inside of you for the past month.”

He released her. She turned around. Their lips were together instantly, her arms around his neck. Fingers grabbing his tresses, she hummed against his lips.

“I love you, Jae.”

“I love you, too.”

She wrung the handkerchief, knuckles throbbing with every twist. The sun was disappearing, and Jaehyun was still not home.

“Thank you, Marie.” Jaehyun’s plate was covered as her barely touched bowl of beef consomme was cleared away. “Prepare a glass of warmed milk with just a drop of honey, if you please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ll take my milk in my chambers. No need to draw up a bath for me. You can go to bed after the house has been cleaned and prepared for tomorrow. I’ll take care of the Lord when he returns.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bidding the Lady of the house a good night, Marie left the dining room to execute orders for the manor’s night chores.

She paced before the fireplace until her cheeks burned from the heat. She was walking toward the front of the house when the front door burst open.

“Perfect timing!” Jaehyun’s eyes were tiny slits with his mouth wide open in a grin. Pearly square teeth gleaming. His arms were thrown out in the air. Like a jester on stage. “I’m in need of my wife’s sweet, comforting embrace.”

The acidic burn of tobacco singed her nostrils. Silver ash coated her mouth, the smoke taking up all of her senses. Eyes shut, her knees buckled.

Jaehyun called out her name, voice soft, but as clear as ever. Strong arms wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up against him, scooping her legs under one arm. The other hooked under her back, holding her firm.

“Are you ill?” He pressed a sickeningly sour breath against her lips. “Doctor Kim visited this morning, you said.”

“Jae.” She could only manage a soft sigh. Eyes shut, it hurt to even move. Her whole body spun. She wanted to retch what little soup she managed down for supper. But she mustn’t. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

His grip tightened. His breathing slowed. Heavy breath inward, slow even breath out; all through his nose. She pressed a palm over her eyes as he began to walk.

Doctor Kim and his wife - a midwife the doctor befriended through Jaehyun - Florence had assisted in an unexpected birth at the port. A French merchant Jaehyun worked with. The babe had arrived a month early, inside a rocking fishing boat.

It was years ago. When she thought of Jaehyun as a cad. His reputation was well known before they’d even laid eyes upon each other.

And yet. They’d fallen in love. Gotten married despite apprehensions from both families. Now they were truly starting their own family.

“How was that determined?” He laid her down gently on the bed. Kisses warming her cheeks and neck. Down her decolletage. A final kiss on her lips.

“They inspected the shape of my belly. It’s grown. My breasts feel so tender, Jae. That’s why I’ve been cumming so fast.”

“What filthy language from a mother.” He began undressing, fingers unfastening his cape. “I’ll have to fuck you with my mouth on your tits to shut myself up. And I don’t want to be too hard on you with our baby in you.”

“My lack of energy isn’t from you overworking me, love. I’m sharing my energy now.”

He was naked, cock glistening with heavy shadows from the fireplace’s flames. She shut her eyes, soft sigh puffing her lips before they parted. His body radiated against her, soothing her as they sunk into the mattress together. Reaching behind her, resting her hand against his stubbled cheeks, fingers prickling.

“I smoked for the last time hours ago. Had my last drink before coming home. Won my last gamble. I beat Viscount Nakamoto at poker when I received your letter.”

“Do you promise you’re giving up your vices?”

“I promise.” His arms around her waist squeezed her for a second. Lips on her neck. “It was hell waiting for Stuart to arrive with the letter.” A gentle hand caressed her belly “All night, I wanted to come home. Lay here with you. With a child on the way, we’ll have to prepare our home for them, and all the others to come after.”

Slowly, she turned around to face him. Hands on his shoulders, she kissed him. The tobacco turned her stomach worse than even just the day before. But she wanted him with her.

“I love you,” he said before kissing her. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ll discuss everything tomorrow.”

“I love you so much, Jae.” She held him close, hands warmed by his bare skin. Silky skin with droplets of sweat collecting at her palms. “Good night.”

A final kiss on the lips he returned the affection. They came together, arms embracing each other.

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