#hymen records

[disease]

SVRECA : SKIRT // HYMEN [UNTITLED. SEMANTICA 50, OCT 2012]

[alexrosa13]

No Longer Accidental

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: smut with plot

Warnings: minor writing smut! scroll or block if uncomfortable!, 7,8k words, mc!reader, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, mutual first time (no hymen breaking), protected sex, king of consent Caleb ✓, pet names (pipsqueak-pips; princess; beautiful ~ reader calling him baby)

Note: part two of: Happy Accident, timeline of the fic happens back with Caleb in the Aerospace Academy

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How long will it take until you admit your feelings? Will you let the desire win, or maybe let it get buried under the weight of expectations and thoughts about what's appropriate. Well - the answer is easy, isn't it?

It's been a week.

A week since the kiss with Caleb.

None of you spoke about it since, feelings remained hidden deep within you, staying unsaid.

But none of you forgot about it.

The feeling of his perfect lips on yours, the accidental kiss turning into something much more intense, like a flame getting the air it needs to burn.

And the part when he grabbed you for one last kiss before going on with his day like nothing happened.

At first you thought that you were the only one affected, but day by day you began noticing his behavior changing.

His gaze lingering on you for longer than it should every time you walked into his line of vision, his eyes dropping to your lips when you talked to him, the way he seemed to look for any pretext to be close to you.

Whenever he passes by you in a tight space like in the corridor leading to your rooms, or the path between the countertops in the kitchen his hands gently moved you by your hips to let himself pass, something he hasn't done before.

Or the way his hand seems to naturally reach to wrap around your shoulders whenever you walk together to or from somewhere.

Or the blush on his cheeks whenever you show him the smallest amount of affection. A quick hug from the side before you part your ways on your way to your separate activities? A kiss to a cheek as a thank you for buying you a snack? The way you smile at him whenever he graces you with the food he makes?

You tried to kill him or something? Making the poor guy's heart race way too fast, and his whole body threatening to overheat?

The unspoken feelings threatening to spill from your mouths whenever the eye contact got too intense, and the ways your hugs lasted too long to be considered platonic, the way you held each other tighter with every single one of them, not wanting to let go.

You felt like a ticking bomb had been planted into your mind, threatening to explode every time you looked into his beautiful, purple eyes.

You just finished eating your dinner, Caleb lost a bet with you today so he was the one taking care of the washing dishes part.

Saying quick goodnight to Gran you went to take a shower, needing a time for yourself to calm down your racing thoughts.

You could feel the weight of his eyes on your back when you stepped out from the kitchen, but you couldn't bear to turn around and meet his gaze, knowing that it would make the heat on your cheeks get even worse.

Fighting your own mind you basically sprinted to take your pajamas from your bedroom and rushed to the bathroom in a record time.

Locking the door door behind you you met yourself in the mirror.

The deep crimson on your face made you drop your gaze instantly.

You needed to keep yourself in check.

Taking a deep breath you looked up once again, even your reflection seemed to be mocking you, you heard your voice in your head asking "Was Caleb always this hot and you just didn't notice?".

Looking away you focused on the undressing part, taking off your shirt in a rush, your pants following.

Unlucky for you the fast movement made you stumble over your own feet, you felt your body falling, your hands trying to grab onto anything to steady yourself.

And you found it a second away from hiding your head on the wall, grabbing a vanity top, but together with your try to save yourself you managed to make a couple things fall from the counter...

A couple things that made rather loud noises when hitting the floor...

Slowly you moved your body into a comfortable seating position, while trying to gather your thoughts and steady your breath.

You felt overwhelmed, your head spiralling, you heard a loud ringing in your ears, closing your eyes you tried to calm down and get yourself together.

And that's when you heard a loud knock.

"Pipsqueak what happened? Are you okay?" Caleb's worried voice came from the other side of the door.

You tried to get a grip on the reality, but the world around you began spinning around faster.

You brought your knees close to your chest, your hands went up to your head, trying to steady yourself.

"I'm coming in." you heard his voice like through a haze, unable to register the meaning of his words and protest.

A soft click sounded in the bathroom, his evol easily manipulating the lock in the door, door handle moved fast and a second later his form shown in the door.

He didn't care for the fact that you weren't fully dressed, too focused on making sure you didn't hurt yourself.

His eyes scanned the room in a rush while his legs carried him towards you sitting on the floor, seemingly unaware of his presence.

His gaze moved across your body trying to see whether or not you were injured.

Not noticing any blood he reached out his hands towards your face, gently brushing the hair that fell onto your face, moving it behind your ear.

Your eyes remained closed, but your hands fell from your head to your lap, the loud noise in your ears finally disappearing.

You heard a whisper of your name, but the word was as if spoken underwater.

A moment later you felt yourself being pulled into his embrace, one of his hands wrapping around your shoulder bringing you closer to him, while the other touched your head, gently moving it to lay on his chest.

The faint sound of a heartbeat meets your ear, the rhythmic thump thump helping you focus on something else than the foreign, unpleasant feeling in your body.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You arms reached out to weakly hug him back, wrapping around his stomach.

You felt a soft kiss on the top of your head, and his hand caressing your back, your eyes slowly opened.

"What happened?" he asked in a gentle tone, still worried about you.

"I..." you tried to mutter out a response, but a cough broke from your throat.

Instead of rushing you he simply patted your back gently and hugged you closer.

"I just stumbled and fell, sorry for worrying you." you didn't dare to lift your head, you knew that one look into your eyes would tell him everything.

"I know you pipsqueak, if you would just simply fall, as you're saying, you would scream 'I'm alright!' the moment your butt hit the floor." you felt his hand move around your head to your chin, making you face him, his entire arm now wrapped around your head.

You looked into his eyes, trying not to melt at the sight of his worried eyes, his usual cool demeanour thrown away.

"So... Tell me, what's goin' on." he asked and waited. Not rushing, as patient as always, only with you. One look into his puppy-like eyes and you know that you couldn't bare to lie to his face.

"I've had a lot on my mind lately..." your eyes dropped for a second, but the hand on your chin made it impossible to turn away. You knew that if you tried he would let you, never the one to force you into something you didn't feel comfortable with, but you wanted his closeness now, you needed it.

His warmth brought an ocean of complicated feelings, but you didn't think for a second to pull away.

"C'mon, you can tell me." he whispered, you raised your head again, there was something unspoken in his gaze, you had to tell the truth.

"It's you." you said, instantly his eyes widened.

"Me?"

"You." you poked his chest, the confusion in his eyes making you crack a smile, all the tension leaving your body at once together with million thoughts which lived there the past week.

His hands moved away when you sat back a little bit, putting a small distance between you two.

"What did I do?" he asked still confused.

"You kissed me, that's what." you spit out with a tiny bit of venom, his confusion deepened.

"But you kissed me too!" he said with that funny expression on his face.

You put on an act of hurt, your eyes squinting.

"It was your fault!" your body shot his way, your faces inching a little closer.

"You didn't pull away!" he did the same, his body leaning to you.

"Well you started it!" another inch closer.

"Well you went for it!" you didn't even notice how close your faces got, too busy acting petty.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it more!" you smiled unable to hold it back.

"Well maybe I did!"

"What-" your eyes widened, but before the whole question could leave your mouth something touched them quieting you up...

Caleb kissed you...

Again...

His eyes were closed, relaxed, unlike yours, wide open in shock.

His lips slowly moved on yours, testing the waters, probably knowing that you won't pull back.

It took you a second, but once the events of what was going on got to your head your eyelids fell closed too.

Your lips moving against his in perfect sync.

His hands went up to your waist, pulling you closer, yours automatically went up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him in need.

You didn't talk yet, but somehow you got all the answers.

Just now you reminded yourself of the state of your undress... Feeling his warm hands on your bare waist.

But you didn't have it in you to pull away, feeling too comfortable in his embrace.

Your kiss grew hotter with every passing second, your hands holding onto each other so tightly, as if afraid some unknown force will try to pull you away.

You needed the other like you needed air.

Suddenly his arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible, making you sit on his lap in the process.

At his strength you let out a quiet whine, it was unexpected but... You enjoyed it.

One of your hands went up to his hair, pulling on it, hearing his muffled groan did things to your stomach. The butterflies there started a party with a heater on.

Your hearts were beating so fast they threatened to leave your chests and wrap around each other.

His palms started slowly moving lower...

But then...

You heard footsteps going down the hall.

Instantly your kiss broke, your shaky, hot breaths mixing.

You caught eye contact before your heads turned towards the door, watching it anxiously.

The footsteps stopped before the door and you heard Gran calling your name.

"Caleb went to bed already, I'm going to sleep too. Make sure your hair is dry before going to bed sweetie, goodnight." you listened in silence, trying to steady your breaths.

"Of course Granny, goodnight!" you tried to sound normal, which probably worked since a second later you heard her walking away.

You waited and listened until you heard the click of her bedroom door closing.

Your head turned back towards each other, both of your faces flushed.

Your gaze fell to his lips and back up.

You saw a cocky smile grace his lips.

"So... My room?" he whispered teasingly, you couldn't help but giggle throwing your head back while holding onto his shoulders.

His palms squeezed your waist.

Your head went back to look at him, you stared at each other, tension growing.

Despite your body being barely covered you felt more hot than ever.

The eye contact growing more intense, the smile on his face disappearing, you seen his gaze turning hotter, something foreign, something caged for so long, hiding deep within.

Suddenly his hands went lower, his body moved, standing up with you in his arms, holding you by the ass, his fingers touching the material of your panties.

You arms wrapped around his neck once again, lips touching.

He carried you out of the bathroom, opening the door and turning off the lights with his evol.

His steps quiet, now in the darkness of the corridor you broke the kiss to hide your face in his neck.

He carried you to his room, one placed further away from your Gran's room.

The faint light from the moon peaking into the room helped him move around the parts of the still not finished airplane model scattered around the floor.

Gently he put your body down onto the bed, his form hovering over you.

He gazed into your eyes watching them reflect the moon's shine.

You looked beautiful.

He felt like in a dream, the sight of your body under him feeling unreal.

He was ashamed to say that he thought about you like this so many times.

Especially since the accident that happened a week ago.

"You're beautiful." he whispered, not even glancing at your body, too focused by the spark in your eyes.

You shivered, feeling more vulnerable than ever, but before you had the chance to feel insecure he grabbed your hips and leaned down catching your lips in a kiss once again.

This one wasn't as hot and bothered, but unexpectedly the slow pace he set felt more intimate and passionate than the make-out session from before.

He pressed your body into his, not able to part from you, the need to feel you running hot in his veins.

You felt something pressing to your stomach, instantly your face grew warmer knowing exactly what it was.

As if feeling your hesitation he pulled back slightly, looking at you with the same worry from before.

"I'm sorry, I-" your hand went up to his mouth before he could continue, his eyes stared into yours, looking for answers.

"It's okay." you whispered quietly, like one of the many secrets you shared between the two of you. Your expression turned into something unsure, not unsure of what you wanted, but of what he'll want to give you "Please..." you asked, for what? You didn't know.

With a hint of hesitation he leaned back down, but the moment your hands pulled him by the shirt down towards you all of it disappeared, giving away to need, the heated kiss starting once again.

His palms moved lower to your thighs, making you bend your knees and move your legs higher to rest beside his hip.

His hard on touched the most intimate place of your body, the fabrics between you doing little to hide the mutual arousal.

The sound of wet kisses filled the room, the air around you feeling thicker.

His hands began exploring your body, every place he touched feeling hotter.

Your hips began moving on its own, grinding on the outline of his bulge, his mouth opened letting out a sharp breath, before returning to yours, taking away your ability to breathe.

His hips began to match your movement, slowly moving against you, the feeling of it weirdly good, unlike anything you felt while touching yourself.

Your chest felt heavier, the heart in it beating so loud.

His hands reached the outline of your breasts, your bra the only barrier.

His head pulled back slowly, not wanting to be apart from you but needing to make sure:

Can he?

As if hearing the quiet question in his gaze you nodded your head slightly, allowing him to take the piece of fabric off.

Giving your lips one last kiss he moved lower, stopping the mutual stimulation in the process.

His hot mouth touched your neck, going lower, and lower...

His hands moved to reach for your back, your body arching to help him, making your clothed boobs touch his face.

The clasp clicked, the material instantly feeling loose on your body.

His kisses focused on the bridge between your breasts while his palms slowly moved the straps down your arms, undressing you like he would unwrap a precious gift.

Your body grew hotter with your chest now perfectly visible to his eyes if only he would dare to peak.

You almost missed the noise of your bra hitting the floor, but with all of your senses sharpening even the noise of the wind outside the closed window felt too loud.

You met his purple eyes once again, you swore that you never saw them glowing brighter.

But a second later your eyes closed involuntarily.

His hot mouth on your now hard bud felt way too good to be true.

His palms gently touched your chest, feeling it for the first time, trying to save their shape into his mind.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, your hand reached to his hair, wrapping in it and pulling slightly.

You felt yourself getting wetter, the uncomfortable feeling of your skin gluing to your panties making you try to clinch your legs, but your thighs met his body instead, clenching on it.

"Ca-" you whispered, but before his name could leave your lips fully you felt him sucking your nipple, a moan left you before you could stop it, your palm flew up to your mouth, eyes widening.

Gran didn't have the best hearing, but that couldn't stop you from being conscious.

He didn't stop his abuse on your chest for a moment, growing more and more confident in his moves with every passing moment.

You breath speed up even more, your chest rising and falling harshly, as if unsure whether to pull away or get closer to his hot mouth, but he followed your body's every move, not parting from you for even a second.

Your legs clenched on his hips once more, unconsciously looking for stimulation in your most sensitive area.

You felt your insides clench on nothing, never had felt such emptiness in you.

Luckily for you: he noticed the way you squirmed in his hold, the hand in his hair pulling harder, your thighs staying tightly pressed to his hips, asking for friction.

He was there for you, always putting you before himself, and this situation wasn't an exception.

Unwillingly his mouth let go of your breast, the spit all around them shining in the dim light of the moon.

His face came to linger above yours, your hold on his hair softening, but not leaving entirely, your face flushed as never before, hesitantly your hand left your mouth, falling to his shoulder, still covered by a t-shirt.

"I'll make you feel good princess." one of his hands planted beside your head, helping him stay above you, the other caressing your side.

You swore that your heart stopped for a moment just to start working all over again, beating at a tempo it shouldn't be able to reach.

"I promise, I'll take such good care of you." his quiet promises did things to you, his head fell down to your neck, giving it a couple of wet kisses before going back up to look into your eyes, a serious expression on his face.

His palm slowly moved down to the material of your panties, touching its side, his finger going under it to wrap around the thinnest part of your lingerie.

"Will you let me?" he asked desperately, looking too hot for his own good.

"Please, Caleb..." you whispered back to him, feeling confident at the moment your hands reached out to his shirt, tugging it up, following your silent instruction he sat down straight between your thighs, taking his shirt off fast before throwing it somewhere next to your bra.

While sitting he took good luck at your bare upper body, the sight of you so vulnerable before him making his cock throb in his pants.

Your hands went up to him, pulling him back down to you harshly, starting another heated kiss, clinging to his body.

The cold metal of his necklace touching your chest made you shiver, the feeling unexpectedly arousing.

Your palms left his back to tug at your own underwear, helping his hands in taking it off, his body leaned back.

Your legs clasped together momentarily while the material slid by your calves, his hands pulling it off in a rush.

Your eyes met his, the hesitation in yours didn't go missed by his sharp gaze, always so attentive to you.

His palms gently caressed your legs, giving you all the time you need to feel comfortable.

The knowledge that if you'd back out now he'll respect that and will probably help you dress back up, hug you tightly and whisper how precious you are to him helped you make the final decision.

Your legs slowly fell open, his palms holding your calves gently, all the while his eyes never left your face.

It all felt so right.

Not dropping the eye contact his body leaned down, his lips touching your inner thigh, starting a path of kisses from the area the closest to your knee.

Slowly, still looking straight into your eyes, he went lower, every kiss bringing him closer to your heat.

Your hand went up to his hair once again, petting it as if saying quiet thank you and I trust you to him.

He was so close to that place...

His mouth already touching the wetness that graced your inner thighs, but never once had his eyes left yours.

You gave him a small smile, your hand giving his head a light pat before moving back to the side of your body, bending at the elbow to help your upper body stay a little up.

And with that you said quiet go ahead to him.

Not wasting any time he dived right in.

Your back arched, head falling back and mouth hanging open.

Never in your life have you felt something like this.

You couldn't hold back the quiet moans leaving you, trying to hold the louder ones inside.

Your thighs clenched on his head, trapping him between your legs, his arms wrapped around them keeping them in place.

His mouth travelled from your entrance to your clit, sucking on it gently, and that move was your doom.

Your hands gave up under you, making your back fall onto the soft mattress beneath you.

Your fists found the fabric of the covers under you, holding it tightly, like his hands did your thighs.

It all made your head spin, the fact that the man between your legs was your long time crush making it even more dreamy and unbelievable.

You felt a knot forming in your abdomen, his restless licking and kissing making you go crazy.

Your back arched against the bed, your hips trying to unconsciously run away from the stimulation, but his hold on you made it impossible.

"Caleb I-" you tried to warn him, but the feeling got so intense that you only managed to bring your hand up to your mouth and bite on it before letting out the loudest moan of tonight into it.

His palms squeezed the fat of your thighs harder, his tongue hungrily lapping at the juices coming out of you.

Your peek hit you hard, leaving you unable to contact the reality for a minute.

His fun ended, his mouth left a couple of gentle kisses together with his hands gently caressing your thighs, helping you relax and unclench them.

Your body lied there, spent, looking so gorgeous to him, appetizing.

He licked his lips, savouring the taste of you, before going back up and sitting before your body, taking in your form glistening from sweat.

Your arm rested on your face, hiding your eyes away.

He leaned down, planting a sweet kiss to your chin, making you move your arm away to look at him with those drunk-like eyes of yours.

"Everything okay?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure that he didn't go overboard.

Instead of an answer you reached down to tug at his necklace with your finger, softly pulling at it to bring his face closer to yours.

Slow dancing of your lips started, you could taste yourself on him, the realization of what just took place making you dizzy.

But you wanted more...

Your free hand reached down, reaching your fingers into his pants, gently tugging it down.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking at you hesitantly.

He didn't think you would have the energy for something more...

"Princess, we don't have to-" you shock your head at his statement, making him stop in his words.

"Please, I-" you let out a sigh, trying to communicate in your state was hard "I want you. Please, Caleb, don't keep me waiting any longer." you looked at him with a puppy-eyes that he never could say no to.

He chuckled to himself at your attics.

"You minx." you only smiled innocently. Looking way too cute even in your post-orgasm state.

He saw your eyes shine with joy when you giggled, looking at him sweetly.

He pulled away, standing from the bed, your eyes following his every movement.

Standing before you he pulled his pants down, following with his boxers.

Unlike him earlier, you couldn't help yourself but peak at his manhood. The sight of it making your breath hitch, it looked way bigger than you imagined, hitting his abdomen proudly.

He came back to kneel between your legs once again, your eyes went up to his that were already watching you, studying your reaction, noticing how your cheeks got red once again.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his hand unexpectedly touching your sensitive pussy, moving in up and down motion slowly.

He didn't miss the way your face twisted into a momentary pleasure.

You nodded your head.

"Yes." you let out, followed by a sharp inhale when his finger pushed inside you.

Stopping midway he moved it gently, not pulling it back fully and not thrusting it all in, making sure you were ready for more.

Your eyes met once again, the way you looked at him encouraging him to continue, to stimulate you further.

And he did.

His finger, much bigger than your own, pushed sharply all the way inside. You back arched slightly, your mouth opening in an o before you bit down onto your lip to make sure no noises would leave.

He moved it inside you gently, watching every little change on your face, his eyes turning to look at your opening every once in a while.

The way you reacted to a second finger had his length twitch.

You almost cried out when it pushed into you, hitting you oh so deep.

Much deeper than your fingers could ever reach.

"Caleb, baby...-" you managed to let out before he sped up the movements of his hand, savouring the way you squirmed on his bed, opening and closing your mouth, trying to muffle up your sounds that still managed to escape occasionally.

Your lids closed in overwhelming pleasure.

To say that he enjoyed the view would be an understanding.

His abuse on your pussy came to a halt only when your hand grasped his wrist, looking at your face he already saw you watching him with that beautiful, drunk expression.

"Please I... I want it, I need you inside me." you didn't want to cum from his fingers alone, you needed him, all of him.

Slowly he pulled his fingers back from your cunt, your pussy closed on nothing, you were wetter than ever before. He took his digits into his mouth, tasting you once again, the sight itself did things to you.

You heard a shelf opening and a moment later a small package found itself in his hand.

That cocky bastard used his evol to bring himself a condom.

You didn't even know why would he have these, he never got a girlfriend, also you asked him once about 2 months ago if he ever kissed and he said no, so-

Will that be your first time together?

You didn't even notice when he pulled the protection onto himself, too busy thinking, until you felt a light tap on your cheek.

"You still with me?" he asked playfully, but holding a certain lever of seriousness to it all.

You just nodded your head, looking at him calmly.

"What's wrong?" damn him and his goddamn attentive eyes- "You know that we don't have to do this-"

"I know." you stopped him from his rant about how you could back up anytime "I was just thinking... Is this your first time?" you asked curiously, looking at how his smile returned.

"Yes, pips, it's my first time, just like yours." he chuckled softly to which you hit his shoulder playfully.

"I was just curious..." you defended yourself.

"Yeah, I get it, don't worry." he leaned down to kiss your lips softly, his necklace dangling from his neck, touching your hot skin, his dick rubbed against your clit accidentally, making you let out a whine.

He pulled back, smile lost, looking at you to make sure it was what you wanted.

"Please don't keep me waiting anymore..." you whined against him, purposely testing him with slight movements of your hips against him, seeing him take a sharp inhale.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he said before planting another kiss on your lips, placing himself right before your entrance.

With his hand he helped himself place his tip against you, your hands gripped the pillow under your head, nervous.

"A word and I'll stop." you felt his dick stroking your pussy, collecting your wetness.

You might be a little nervous, but you were sure it was what you wanted, you needed him.

You gave him a small nod of your head, his hand took hold of your hip.

And then you felt it.

His tip pushing into you, stretching your opening like nothing ever before.

It wasn't as painful as uncomfortable. You eyelids fell closed, mouth opening with heavy breaths, you shifted slightly at the unfamiliar feeling.

You felt him lean down, his manhood going slightly deeper, but he didn't thrust it any further.

"You're doing okay, princess?" your eyes opened, seeing him take in your expression.

You saw how his breathing seemed to grow heavier, eyes glistening with need, he was holding back.

Your head went up to his neck, pulling him a little closer to you.

"Shut up and fuck me." you whispered with a steady voice, looking straight at him, the way his eyes widened and pupils expended with shock almost made you smile.

Almost...

But the very same moment you felt his hand grasping your thigh, bending your leg towards your chest, while the other stayed on your hip, his hold tightening.

"Your wish is my command." he smirked, before his body shifted again.

You couldn't stop the loud moan from leaving, the feeling of his length pushing deeper into your sensitive cunt making you dizzy.

Your nails scratched his back, but he didn't care about the pain, too focused on how good you felt when he pushed himself deeper, there wasn't anything in this world able to pull him away from you.

His length slid all the way in with little to no resistance, his abdomen flat against yours.

His forehead met yours, eyes closing to take in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him, nothing could compare to this feeling, he was a goner with the way your pussy didn't want him to pull away, welcoming him in.

And you weren't doing much better, you could hardly breath because of the pleasure he gave you, his manhood fitting in you perfectly.

His hand grabbed the covers under you, trying to keep himself at check.

His body shifted, muscles working while he tried his best not to just take you like he would fuck his fist countless of times thinking about how your cunt would feel like around him, his imagination couldn't even compere to the real thing. His hips slowly pulled back until only his tip remained inside before coming back home, his balls meeting your ass with a quiet plap.

You bit your lip again, dangerously close to crying out his name into the quietness of the night.

He begin to set up a steady rhythm, the sounds of his skin hitting your wet one echoed through the room, the sound making you clench around him.

He let out a quiet groan, you felt too good

His thrusts got faster, making the sounds of your love making louder, not caring about the possibility of someone overhearing the two of you.

He saw how shaky was your breath, trying so hard not to let any noises of your pleasure out.

The sight of you was like a drug to him, his eyes unable to leave your form for even a second, he was ready to carry the burden of the whole world on his shoulder only to be able to keep you like this forever.

He leaned down, his pace not faltering for even a second even when your chests collided.

You clung to him like to a lifeline, scratching his skin so hard he was sure the marks will stay for days to come.

Unable to stop himself he reached one hand towards your lower region, his lips meeting yours at the same time with his fingers meeting your clit.

He felt your body arch from the mattress, the sweat adored both of your bodies, the room growing hotter.

One of your palms travelled up to his face, holding it in your fingers while your tongues fought in your mouth.

His hips didn't falter, continuing his abuse on your sweetest spots so deep inside you, while his palm massaged your sensitive bud.

Your legs went up to wrap around his hips, holding him close, not able to bear being apart from him for even a millisecond.

"Princess..." he whispered into your lips, with a deeper voice than ever, you answered with a tug on his hair, opening your mouth to say anything felt too risky, too many sounds were threatening to get out.

You looked at him with hazy eyes, taking in the flush on his face and the way his mouth opened to accommodate his harsh breathing.

Your body felt like on fire, his weight on you adding to the fuel. You felt every inch of his veiny dick disappearing in you again and again, you were so close to reaching Heaven, and with the way he seemed to lose his composure you were sure he wasn't too far behind.

His hand on your swollen bud was restless, your body unconsciously began pulling away from the stimulation, the feeling of him being everywhere too overwhelming, but his grip on your hip made it impossible to move away, holding your skin so tightly you were sure there will be a bruise visible tomorrow, an evidence of what occurred tonight in his bed.

His pace grew faster, his cock hitting the deepest places inside you, reaching where no one else had before.

It all felt too good, your hands grasped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

You were so close, and he could feel it.

The way your cunt seemed to grow tighter, your body tensing slightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

And he made it his personal goal to make you feel pleasure you have never even imagined before.

Leaning down, his mouth met your erected nipples, sucking on one like his live depended on it.

It all being too much.

"Ca- I'm so- So close..." you managed out in a shaky voice, your sentence interrupted each time he thrusted his length back into you, bruising your walls with deep strokes.

"I know princess, let go for me." he said breathless into your skin, going back to kissing your sensitive skin right after.

"Fuck I'm-" you cried out, your back arching, eyes closing as you let the feeling take over you.

White dots filled your vision, your body still rocking together with his relentless thrusts, chasing after his own pleasure while looking at the erotic sight before him.

He was a goner, a servant at your feet, ready to fulfil your every absurd request, ready to do so with a smile on his lips.

"Fuck-" he let out, realizing just how close he was all this time, his grip on you tightening while he reached his peek with your name on his lips.

His restless pace began slowing while his cum flowed the condom in what had to be the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.

His body fell onto yours, both of you trying to steady your breathing, while clinging to the other.

Your fingers began gently playing with his dark hair resulting in him letting out a pleased hum.

The realization of what you just did downing on both of you. The feelings hidden deep inside you two now coming to the surface, not caring for the consequences.

"I love you." he said, with his head still squished against your chest, listening to your heart, not planning to move any time soon.

You thought that you heard him wrong, the words you have been waiting for all your life weighting heavily on your mind.

"I love you." you whispered into the night, still busy with petting him.

You let out a quiet hiss when you felt him move, his softening dick twitching inside you, his face close to yours with his purple pupils staring at you in such a vulnerability, something he always hid from you.

"Say that again." he whispered weakly, looking at you like a beaten puppy at the first person to ever show him love.

"I love you." you said without a hesitation. A second later his lips came crashing onto yours, the kiss feeling more intimate than everything you did earlier.

Your arms hugged his neck, holding him tightly, for a moment protecting him from the world he swore to protect you from.

Pulling back felt like breaking a vow, but he had to take a good look at you once again.

The tiredness visible in your eyes, your body glistening with sweat, and your arousal all around your pussy and inner thighs.

Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you letting out a whisper of disappointment at your parting.

You cunt clenched on nothing, never before had you felt so empty.

He would lie if he would say that the sight of your spent pussy wasn't arousing, but he had to control himself for now and take care of you.

You saw him standing up, looking at him questioningly, seeing him discarding the condom and wrapping it in a napkin before throwing it into the trash.

Taking out a handful of tissues he came back to you, beginning to gently wipe away the wetness between your thighs.

Your overstimulated body twitched slightly, but the soothing caressing on your thigh kept you relaxed in place.

Your mind didn't really register what happened next.

He moved around the room for a while longer while you stayed in his bed spent, almost asleep.

At some point he helped you sit down and put on an oversized shirt of his onto you.

You felt a gentle kiss planted on the top of your head and your body being lifted before getting put back down onto the bed, letting you rest under the covers on a dry fabric.

You felt the mattress dipping beside you before an arm came to hug you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"You're still with me?" you heard his quiet voice right next to your ear, feeling too tired to use your words you simply nodded your head and got more comfortable beside his body.

You heard a quiet chuckle and another kiss on your head before everything went blank.

You were woken up by a loud knocking and the sound of the door opening.

"You two still in bed? It's 10am already." the voice of your Gran made you look up while rubbing your eyes, trying to wake your body up "I'm going shopping, the fact that you have two weeks free from studies doesn't mean you're allowed to completely throw your routine out of the window."

You saw Caleb sitting up from the corner of your eye, luckily he threw a shirt on himself yesterday. You lifted your upper body on your elbows. The fabric of your underwear and Caleb's last day's clothes missing from the floor. He probably took care of it while you were busy falling asleep.

"Sorry Gran, we'll get downstairs in a minute." he said with his raspy morning voice, why did your pussy wake up too?!

"You better, I'll be back in an hour or two, sleepyheads." she threw the sentence your way before making her way out of the room, completely unbothered by the fact you slept in the same bed, she was already used to it.

More often than not she had to come wake you up to school to the other's room, your habit of sleeping while cuddling each other didn't change since childhood years.

The only thing that changed is the way you viewed it now.

Caleb planted back onto his back with a groan, his arm thrown over his eyes to block the bright light from the Sun.

Your legs pressed together, the lack of panties obvious, you could almost hear the sound of your wetness once your inner thighs met together.

Your legs felt like jelly, you were sure that the result of it will be a funny walk today.

Suddenly a hand pushed on your chest, making your body plop back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, Caleb leaned over you from the side, looking at you with a stupid grin.

"Good morning beautiful." he said nonchalantly which earned him a punch to the chest.

"Shut up." you bit back, unimpressed.

"I'm pretty sure that last night you didn't want me to shut up." his face got closer to yours but before he could plant a kiss on your lips your hand met his face, pushing him away from you.

Sitting up you got ready to stand up, but an arm wrapping around your waist pulled you back, your back meeting his torso.

You let out a quiet hiss at the feeling of his hand pressing at the place he railed last night.

Instantly his hold softens, gently hugging you from behind.

"Hurts?" the playfulness from before left him, his palm began gently massaging your lower tummy.

"I'm just sore." you relaxed in his hold, letting him hold you.

"Sorry." he whispered, but his tone betrayed how proud he felt from being the one to tire you out like this.

"You're not." you shook your head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm not." his mouth planted a hot kiss to your neck.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, with your body leaning on him and his hands caressing your sore spots.

"Will you make me breakfast?" you whined, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you could make.

His smile widened.

"Oh would you look at that, my princess has a demands now." he teased, but the soft kiss that met your forehead gave you a clear understanding of just how little he minded.

After all he created this brat.

"Let's get you ready to, you know, be alive." his body shifted, standing up from the bed while pulling you towards the edge.

In a second you were scooped up into a princess carry, the way he made the gesture look so effortless always impressed you, not like you would ever tell him that tho.

"I'll leave you to take a shower and go make us some breakfast, alright?" he said, walking into the bathroom already.

Your clothes were still scattered around the ground from yesterday's unsuccessful attempt at showering, luckily you didn't share the bathroom with Gran...

You nodded your head, not happy about being put onto the ground again, his arms were comfy.

"C'mon don't be like that, I'm tempted to jump in the shower with you seeing how sad you are about being apart from me." he joked, but seeing the hopeful eyes you gave him he knew that you were about to ask- "No. Pips, you need to wash up a bit and if I jump in with you we won't end up just showering." he felt his heart throb at the way your hopeful gaze turned into a disappointment.

Giving you one last peck on the forehead he turned around to get you your clothes for the day, but a hand pulling him by his elbow made him stop in his tracks.

He looked at you questionably, but instead of words he saw you getting closer before a kiss landed on his lips.

Instantly he returned the gesture, his hands coming down to hold your waist, feeling nothing there but a thin fabric of his t-shirt stopping him from touching your bare skin.

He felt his cheeks growing warm at the realization: you didn't have anything under his shirt.

Before something else could grow hotter he pulled back. Seeing your proud grin he couldn't help himself but smile too.

"I'll get you some clothes." he chuckled, this time actually leaving the bathroom.

What he didn't take into account was that once he'll come back you'll be naked below the stream of water, the only thing between you two being a shower glass.

He stopped in the door, clutching your clothes harder. You didn't even notice him, or you didn't act like you did, your back facing him, with your hands busy making sure all of your hair met the water.

He saw your bruised skin in places where he gripped too tightly last night, he wanted to feel apologetic but couldn't lie that the sight of it made him instantly reminisce the way you felt.

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor, he felt himself getting excited but he couldn't let himself join you under the stream.

After all he had all of the mess to take care of, the evidence of your activities needing to get all cleaned up, and he had a breakfast to make, after all his most important task was to take care of you.

This day is going to be long one, but he would do it all over again, only to keep you in his bed every night.

Only to keep you in his arms for an eternity.

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[vigolicious]

jang wonyoung x gynecologist g!p reader

wonyoung pov:

i am now in the clinic for a check-up for my vagina, mom said i should check it to see if something is wrong, so i scheduled an appointment with dr. (l/n).

while i was waiting, a nurse called my name and said that dr. (l/n) is waiting for me at her office. i stood up nervously because it was my first time and nobody has seen my private parts except my mom when i was little but enough about that, so i got to the office.

and dr. (l/n) is there sitting and writing something on her clipboard, she was handsome but at the same time beautiful and she looks to be in her mid 30's, kinda young for a doctor but i guess she was super smart to graduate young in the medical field.

she looked up and she saw me and smiled charmingly at me. "ah you must be jang wonyoung, have a seat" she said have while pointing in the chair for me to seat. "so i read in your medical records that this is your first time?" she asked me, and i said yes. "don't worry i'll be gentle" she said jokingly and softly laughed and also laughed to because there was nothing wrong in her little joke.

"so let's begin, i'll question you some things about your health, so please answer truthfully" she said and then questioned about my body and i answered them. "miss jang, thank you for answering my questions and let's begin the check-up, can you please remove your clothes especially your undergarments over there in the changing room" she said profesionally, and i followed her orders.

once i was fully naked, i stepped outside the changing room and then dr. (l/n) orders me to lie down on a bed with stir-ups and they're's a curtain than can block my view from dr. (l/n), and then she spread my legs apart and put it in the stir-ups, i shivered because it was cold in the office but thank god i shaved.

reader pov

i sanitized my hands first and then put on some gloves, i then gently touched her pussy and probed at the sides to see if some thing is wrong, once i was sure there was nothing wrong, i pulled her pussy lips apart to see if her hymen is there, and there it is. "miss jang are you a virgin?" i asked her, "yes i am, is their a problem doctor?" she answered but at the same time she questions. "no there is no problem miss jang, but it will hurt a little bit to look inside, i'll put some lubricant" i said to calm her down.

i picked up the lube but it was empty, 'huh? i was sure that i bought some and i can't hurt miss jang, sigh i think it's for the best' so pulled her closer to me and then slowly licked her pussy, she flinched, 'god she taste so good' and then i continued to lick her pussy, i pulled her pussy lips apart and then licked her virgin hole and then i teased her clit with my thumb, "moan?!" she moaned surprised, "doctor what are you doing?" she asked, "im just putting on lubricant for you miss jang" i answered and then continued to eat her pussy.

i reluctantly stopped licking her pussy and massaged it "miss jang i will now be entering your vagina to see whats inside" i said, "o-ok doctor" she answered, i then put my finger inside her pussy slowly and to not make her in pain i teased her clit with my thumb "moan?! doctor it hurts" she sobbed, "shhhh it's ok the pain will go away just trust me" i said and then i licked her clit to pleasure her, she moaned the whole time.

i then put my second finger in and then she flinched, pushing her pussy on my mouth but i don't mind because i was hard and finger fucked her slowly, she moaned louder this time, good thing my office is soundproof and i locked the door while she was changing to make sure no one disturbs us. i pulled my fingers away to see the hole but it was no good it was still small, "miss jang, it's still small i think we should use a bigger tool to make the whole bigger, you won't mind miss jang?" i said and questioned her, "it's ok doctor but please be gentle" she pleaded, "don't you worry miss jang" and then i stood up and unbottoned my slacks and then pushed my slacks downward to let my shaft free, i sighed mutely and then pulled miss jang even closer to me.

i positioned myself in between her thighs and i tapped my cock in her pussy twice, the sound was so loud she flinched, i grind my cock in her wet pussy to lubricated myself, she continuosly moaned and twitched. "miss jang this will hurt so hold my hand please" i ordered, i put my hand in her stomach and she held it like it was her lifeline. i then hold my cock and teased her clit with my head to make her wet more, why she was not suspiscuois about what i'm doing to her, i don't know but i i'm not complaining.

i then positioned my cock head in her hole and then gently pushed forward, i only made my head on her pussy inside but she was screaming for me to stop, so i did. "s-top it h-hurts s-so bad" she sobbed while holding my hand still. "i know miss jang but it's the only way" i said, she was silent while i rubbed her stomach to calm her down, "i'll continue" i declared and then i pulled away and then gently pushed, 'god i want to pushed it all the way but patience' and i slowly fucked her with my tip.

she soflty moaned 'she's so tight fuck', i pushed another inch in her and fucked her gently. i rubbed her clit to distract her from the pain, and then another inch, and then another, until i hit a barrier, she screamed painfully, "miss jang, i have to break this barrier to continue the check-up so please bear with me" i said and then i pulled away and then pushed my shaft all the way in, 'fuck yes' "fuck" i moaned, "*screams* w-hy d-did y-o-ou do th-that" she sobbed. "shhh it's part of the procedure, the pain will go away and will be replaced with pleasure" i concoled her.

i stood still to let her adjust my size for five minutes, she still held my hand, knowing that i caused her pain, 'so cute' i smiled adoringly while watching our conjoined hands and then our conjoined sexes, i moaned at the sight. i then pulled my cock all the way and pushed my cock back in her heat, she sobbed while i gently fucked her "shit" i moaned and then fucked her little faster now, "*moans*" she moans loudly, i put both hands on her waist and then pistoned away, i noticed that her hand is still holding my hand, and i can't help myself anymore 'fuck it'.

i removed the curtains while still fucking her and oh god her face is so cute shit, i hugged her then kissed her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and then kissed her jaw and her neck while she is still moaning "you're so cute miss jang, fuck," i said to her, "d-d-octor it fe-e-els s-s-o-o g-ood, y-e-ah r-right there" she screamed and i continued to fuck that spot for her. for about 6 minutes i fucked her pussy and then "doctor i-im cumming" she said, "yeah cum on my cock miss jang" i said continuining to fuck her.

she screamed while creaming on my dick, i continued to piston in her pussy without stopping because i was going to cum, "miss jang i'm cummming" i said, "no cum insid-e p-please" she pleaded but i didn't listen, "here it comes" and i planted my seed inside her fertile womb, i stood still while cumming ropes of cum in her pussy while she moans loudly, her arms still around my neck and i kissed her while gently fuck her.

i pulled my shaft away and i let my cum drip down her pussy, i hold my cock and scoop the cum with my cock and then pushed it all back in, she moaned, but now she was laying in the bed, we were gasping for air and the room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, she was cockmarming me now. i grabbed the clipboard in the table and then wrote something in it while still inside and i gave it to miss jang, "call me for a private check-up if there is something wrong in your pussy" and thrust once, motioning her pussy filled with my cum.

i pulled away and grabbed some tissue to clean her up and dress her back in her clothes but without kissing her pussy first and giving it a lick. "here miss jang, a plan b you don't want to be pregnant while your still young". i joked and then kissed her again while grabbing her ass and she wrapped her arms around my neck and tiptoed to reach my height, i was tall 6'7 and it makes her look so cute and fuckable in my eyes. "don't worry doctor, i"ll call you soon" she said while grabbing my clothed dick while kissing me again, "well, i'll wait for you miss jang" i said and smacked her ass and groped it, she giggled, and she's out of the door.

authors note: i finished this 12:05 am so hope you enjoy<3.

[badpersonboogie]

🦄 demon!vik 3/3

It takes more effort than Jayce expected to force it in. When the tip does pop in viktors head slams back against the sheets, clamping down so tightly jayce worries it'll cut off his circulation. Viktors little cunt ripples around him, the tip alone being enough to set off his first orgasm. Viktor whines and starts crying in earnest, wiggling and trying to pull himself off. Jayce inches forward, fighting the unbelievable grip of viktors tiny pussy. (Jayce feels something tear apart inside. fuck, Viktor had given himself a hymen, his sweet lil cherry shredded by jayces enormous cock. fuck, he can't hold back any longer) He grabs hold of viktors hips and starts hammering into his undersized cunt. Viktor screams, his hole stretched past what would tear a human in two, fat tears running down his red face. Jayce slips one of his thumbs into viktors mouth for him to suck on, trying to sooth him.

The distention in Viktors belly is almost sickening to look at, his tiny unripe womb being pummeled into submission, crushed by the fat head of Jayces cock. Viktors been trapped in near constant orgasm since the first penetration, squirt spraying out with every thrust, Jayce can feel his own about to hit hard. He shoves himself in as deep and as hard as he possibly can, and feels something give way around him. Jayce's punched through Viktor's cervix. Viktor gurgles in pain around his thumb, his eyes rolling back. his body goes limp and jayce realizes he's genuinely passed out. Jayce moans at the feeling of viktors womb fluttering around him. he ruts up against his uterine walls, using viktors unconscious body like a fleshlight. he sits up on his knees, viktors limbs hanging loose, and takes his hand off him. Viktor just dangles there, unresponsive, hips held up in the air by nothing more than Jayces cock burrowed deeper in his body than it ever should be. Jayces cum explodes out of him, filling viktors womb directly. he imagines his cum gushing into Viktor's fallopian tubes, coating his ovaries and impregnating his tiny body with a baby too big for him bear. it won't happen without viktor letting it, but something to consider for the future.

By the time Viktor regains consciousness, Jayces dumped 8 more loads of sperm into his abused little broodpouch. his belly is so bloated with cum jayce can't even see his dick moving anymore, but the jiggling of viktors cummy tummy more than makes up for it. Viktor made soft moans, unable to catch his breath enough to speak. Jayce would let him up soon, he just wanted to give him one more load of cum, an even 10 in his pussy, and a new personal record. Viktor tries to clench down but he's just too worn out to do anything but lie there. Jayces shows him a little mercy and finishes quickly, petting his rotund little belly for a job well done. He eases out of viktor gently, doing his best to sooth his whimpers of discomfort, and gazed at his handiwork.

Viktor's hole was absolutely destroyed. The sweet little princess pink pussy was now swollen, flushed a dark, angry red and gaping open so wide he could probably get his fist in without any struggle. The edges twitched valiantly but he could hypothesize from previous experience that it would be a least a week before Viktor pussy could tighten itself back up. considering how throughly broken in it was, probably closer to 2 weeks. looking closer he could see his cervix. the poor ring of muscle was bruised and torn, slowly leaking a mixed ooze of blood, cum and viktors own narcotic slick. he hummed and rubbed viktors hip before crooning, "hey, vik, bear down for me, okay? please?" viktor shot him a look and grumbled about having to use his muscles so soon but did as jayce asked.

It took barely any strain. Viktor choked out a gasp at the feeling of his uterus prolapsing. It bulged just slightly out of his ruined hole, his cervix winking at jayce. it was grotesque, wet and slimy flesh throbbing. Jayce had fucked him so hard his womb was falling out and now he could feel his cock getting hard again. he pressed his tip against the little pucker of viktors womb and plunged in. Viktor shrieked like a dying cat and sprayed the bed under him with glowing squirt. More and more of viktors pussy was being turned inside out, Jayce stilled his hips and grabbed hold of it. he jerked it up and down his cock, using his little demons babymaker as a toy. he pulled out and shot one last load of thin, watery cum onto the abused cuntmeat. Viktors womb was completely prolapsed now, hanging loose from his hole. it was gorgeous. Jayce wanted to keep him like this. but viktor was groaning, begging jayce to push it back where it belongs so his body could begin to restore itself. First though, jayce had to address the issue of his cum leaking out. he pulled a plug from their collection in the bedside table and lodged it firmly in viktors cervix. he'd take it out later, eventually.

Jayce was wrong about viktors gape. it takes an entire month to tighten up, and his uterus keeps slipping out the entire time. viktor stays in his young form, refusing to let jayce fuck his pussy until his hole is back to normal. He's happy to oblige his lil demon, after all, now jayce has plenty of time to fuck his tight little ass inside out too.

love viktor being an incubus and this being his idea and jayce wearing him out. they gotta find a way to stay together because i'm pretty sure viktor won't be satisfied by other people ever again. jayce fucked him THAT good

[zerogate]

The problem, as St Augustine knew well, was the vagina of the Virgin Mary. This is rarely considered in the modern world. Yet, for a time, Mary’s vagina – or to be more precise, her hymen – was an issue of profound theological importance to Christianity, and that hymen’s presence (or absence) was debated in the highest circles of the Church and written about by everyone from the most loathed of heretics to Augustine himself.

The debate arose because this topic was not only one of great import, it was also one on which most gospels offered little help. The Christmas story is a story of a birth, but it is commonly told with biblical, rather than biological, simplicity. Of the four gospels found in modern Bibles, only two mention the actual birth of Jesus – and both do so briskly. The Gospel of Luke spends longer explaining the tax and travel arrangements of Mary and Joseph than it does on the moment of the birth itself, which is briefly dispatched in a single sentence. The Gospel of Matthew is more laconic yet, merely recording with workmanlike brevity that Mary ‘had given birth to a son.’

But, in the early centuries of Christianity, there was a gospel that lingered long and lovingly over every aspect of the birth of Christ. This gospel, known today as the Infancy Gospel of James, tells the story of the birth of Jesus with a physical and psychological detail lacking in the better-known versions. It offers detailed descriptions of how Joseph felt when he discovered that his supposedly virginal Mary was already quite far gone (in short: not good) and considerable detail on the lead-up to the birth. It even contains an intimate account of the birth itself, which begins with Mary’s contractions, involves the unexpected intervention of a midwife, and ends with a vaginal examination that is, in every sense, unorthodox.

Yet, while it is almost forgotten today, the Infancy Gospel of James was, for a time, one of the most popular and influential Christian gospels of all. It was read in churches in the East, for centuries, at important feasts – and even at Christmas. Its sacred words have been woven into the liturgy, art and calendar of Christianity for centuries. At least 140 manuscripts survive in Greek alone, and the spread of languages into which it was translated includes Syriac, Ethiopic, Georgian, Sahidic and Armenian. As one modern scholar put it, the ‘sheer number . . . attests to the value placed on this text in the Christian tradition’.

This book tilted the theology, the calendar and even the character of Christianity: the cult of the Virgin Mary, still evident today in the Catholic Church, is unthinkable without it. Together with later gospels in which it was absorbed, it even shaped the way the Nativity was represented. The famous image of Mary riding on a donkey is not present in any of the gospels contained within modern Bibles. This image, however, does appear, dramatically, in the Infancy Gospel of James.

Similarly, if you have ever seen a Nativity scene in which the baby Jesus is watched over by an ox and an ass, or in which he is born in a cave, you are looking at its influence, for these appear not in the Bible but in the gospel into which the Infancy Gospel of James was later absorbed. These scenes infused the works of Giotto and were held in the blue and beaten gold of Byzantine mosaics. It is, in the words of one modern theologian: ‘hardly possible to overestimate the influence of [this text] on subsequent church history.’ And it contains, at its heart, the story of how the Virgin Mary’s vagina was capable of burning human flesh.

[...]

As the scene of the birth opens, Mary and Joseph are travelling towards Bethlehem, Mary sitting on a donkey. They have not travelled far when Mary tells Joseph to take her down from the animal because her contractions are beginning. Or, as she puts it, in a brief and dignified phrase, ‘the child within me presses me to come forth.’ Joseph manages to find a cave in which Mary can give birth, and – an even greater stroke of luck – a Hebrew midwife to assist.

While he is outside the cave and Mary is labouring within, he suddenly notices that the entire world has quite literally stopped. The birds of the heavens are held motionless in the sky; a nearby shepherd, who had been lifting his hand to smite his sheep with his staff, has frozen with his hand in mid-air; the river has stopped flowing; the stars have stopped moving. Jesus has been born.

The moment of stillness ends. The birth over, the world starts up again – and, as it does, controversy begins to churn. It is at this moment that the gospel takes an unexpected turn. Because, for reasons that are not entirely clear, another woman, named Salome (no relation to the better-known Salome in the Bible, though she shares with her a certain insubordinate air), turns up at the mouth of the cave. The midwife, running outside after the birth, tells Salome, in great excitement, ‘I have a new sight to tell you about; a virgin has brought forth.’ Salome, not unreasonably, expresses a certain scepticism at this idea. ‘As the Lord my God lives,’ she says, ‘unless I thrust in my finger, and search for the parts, I will not believe that a virgin has brought forth.’

The midwife, not entirely to her credit, rises to the challenge. Get ready, she briskly tells Mary, ‘for there is no small contention concerning you.’ Salome enters the cave, and then, without a moment’s pause – or, indeed, permission – puts her finger into Mary’s vagina. Quite what Mary’s feelings are on this unexpected move are unrecorded, but the response of her vagina is unambiguous, for Salome’s hand is suddenly burned off. Salome is appalled. ‘Woe unto my iniquity and mine unbelief,’ she laments, ‘because I have tempted the living God, and lo, my hand falleth away from me in fire.’

-- Catherine Nixey, Heresy

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Teknoir 1999 Rhythmic Noise / Experimental / Industrial / IDM

Oh boy! Here's a late 90s double-disc sampler from German label Hymen Records, whose name, yes, of course, is making reference to a part of the vagina! Founded in 1997 as a sub-label of Ant-Zen, Hymen bills itself as 'technoid noises for collapsing people,' which is a description that will make a whole lot more sense to you if you actually listen to this album.

Now, I didn't like most of what's served up on this thing; I'm not really a noisenik or a rhythmic noisenik, and I don't go for much in the way of industrial music, either. BUT, at the points when this album steers a little bit away from German avantgardist weirdness, and more towards genres that are a tad more conventional like IDM and breakbeat-based stuff, that's when I fully latch on to a solid handful of these tracks 😋.

But before we dive into all of that, we also need to address a certain elephant in the room when it comes to industrial music writ large; and that elephant is fascism. Now, I am certainly no fan of this purely rotten political ideology, but there is no doubt that because industrial music has a hard, abrasive, and martial quality to it, that it can definitely attract a certain goose-stepping type. And being that we're talking about Germany specifically here—where fascism once again appears to be rearing its very ugly head, as the once-fringe AfD party continues to gain seats in the Bundestag (German parliament), and vocal criticism of an apartheid state that is pretty clearly currently committing genocide is forcefully stifled—you have to wonder, are the people who are making this music sympathetic to fascism themselves?

And the answer to that question would appear to be a pretty full-throated "no," as evidenced by a wild track from Substanz T called "Industrial Music for Industrial People (Live)." On this tune, Substanz T loop up a quote from a guy who passionately says, "and if you don't like fascism, don't play industrial music." And so, taking clever heed of those words, with this track on an album that's surrounded by a whole lot of industrial music otherwise, Substanz T decide to play a diabolical brand of hardcore acid jungle instead, so as to say, "yeah, we're not fascists, man, so we're not gonna play industrial music for your ass. Here's this dance genre that a whole lot of black people have played a significant role in building instead, you fuckin' prick! 🖕🤘"

Gotta love it!

But while I certainly dig the messaging of that song itself, I don't think that that one is my absolute favorite here. And to be honest with you all, I don't know which of these is actually my favorite, because the front half of the second disc offers up a bunch of terrific choices, like the chilly and dub-brained IDM of Architect's "Pastgate," the sublimely splattery and drill n' bassy "Listen to the Call" by Beefcake, the Goldilocks-level-of-Gary-Numanesque-synths-crossed-with-bludgeoning-percussion that is Somatic Responses' "Oblique," and the sort of 80s retrofuturistic distorted nu-electro of Klangstabil's "Regelkreisauslöser." All seriously uniquely brilliant electronic tunes!

And this leads me to my final point, which feels like maybe the ten millionth time that I'm making it: No matter how bad or unfit to your own personal taste an album might seem, don't dump out of it until it's over, because you really might miss out on something remarkable. I say this so many times because it's happened to me so many times. Outside of that anti-fash Substanz T song, the first disc on this comp really did not end up bearing much fruit, and as a result, I *really* was not looking forward to having to endure the second disc. But had I decided to call it quits at that halfway point, I would've missed pretty much the entire cream of this release's crop, and that simply would've sucked, because there actually happen to be a whole bunch of unexpected marvels on that second disc! 🤩

Highlights:

CD1:

Not Breathing - "Kissy (Pre M.R.I. Mix)" Substanz T - "Industrial Music for Industrial People (Live)"

CD2:

Architect - "Pastgate" Bochumwelt - "La Pensée" Beefcake - "Listen to the Call" Somatic Responses - "Olblique" Klangstabil - "Regelkreisauslöser" Mother Destruction - "Odr"

[gutterslimed]

they come for MEAT SANDWICH!

GWAR - meat sandwich [3/3]

[audio-bomb]

Karsten Pflum “Na Noia My Love” This was sent added on as a random bonus for another order, which are always fun to get. Dubstep mixing in glitch elements. It’s fantastic as it both sits in the background and intrudes into the air space. (2011, Hymen Records)

[specificpollsaboutbooks]

Submissions for titles :

The Raven Cycle (Maggie Stiefvater)

Braiding Sweetgrass (Robin Wall Kimmerer)

The Well of Loneliness (Radclyffe Hall)

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler (Italo Calvino)

The Lunar Chronicles (Marissa Meyer)

Orange (Ichigo Takano)

The Book Thief (Markus Zusak)

The Three Musketeers (Alexandre Dumas)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (Taylor Jenkins Reid)

Everything Sad is Untrue (Daniel Nayeri)

All the Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)

While the World Turns (K. M. ONeill)

A Wrinkle in Time (Madeleine L'Engle)

Till We Have Faces (C.S. Lewis)

Cry, The Beloved Country (Alan Paton)

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (Andrew Peterson)

The Girl who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of her Own Making (Catherynne M. Valente)

And the Mountains Echoed  (Khaled Hosseini)

A Thousand Splendid Suns (Khaled Hosseini)

She Who Became The Sun (Shelley Parker-Chan)

He Who Drowned The World (Shelley Parker-Chan)

One Of Us Is Lying (Karen M. McManus)

A Good Girl's Guide To Murder (Holly Jackson)

The Power In The Storm (Tamora Pierce)

Get That Girl Out Of The Boys' Locker Room (Elaine Moore)

Midnight in the Dollhouse (Marjorie Filley Stover)

Dark Lord of Derkholm (Diana Wynne Jones)

Etiquette & Espionage (Gail Carriger)

Der satanarchäolügenialkohöllische Wunschpunsch (Michael Ende)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry (Mildred D. Taylor)

His Dark Materials ( Philip Pullman)

To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

In Cold Blood (Truman Capote)

Of Mice and Men (John Steinbeck)

The Travelling Cat Chronicles (Hiro Arikawa)

Daughter of the Merciful Deep (Leslye Penelope)

A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Becky Chambers)

Chai Time at Cinnamon Gardens (Shankari Chandran)

The Merciful Crow (Margaret Owen)

The Sinister Booksellers of Bath (Garth Nix)

Painted Devils (Margaret Owen)

Remarkably Bright Creatures (Shelby Van Pelt)

A Month of Sundays (Liz Byrski)

The Left Hand of Darkness (Ursula K Le Guin)

The Vagina Bible (Dr. Jen Gunther)

Pain and Prejudice (Gabrielle Jackson)

Emergency Sex (And Other Desperate Measures) (Kenneth Cain, Heidi Postlewait and Andrew Thomson)

Headscarves and Hymens (Mona Eltahawy)

Entangled Life (Merlin Sheldrake)

Light from Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki)

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish (Douglas Adams)

The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul (Douglas Adams)

Simon vs. the Homo-Sapiens Agenda (Becky Albertalli)

Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)

The Cat Ate My Gymsuit (Paula Danziger)

Rebecca (Daphne du Maurier)

Turtles All the Way Down (John Green)

Up the Down Staircase (Bel Kaufman)

A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver (E.L. Koenigsburg)

A Ring of Endless Light (Madeleine L'Engle)

Monstrous Regiment (Terry Pratchett)

The Name of the Wind (Patrick Rothfuss)

The Hate U Give (Angie Thomas)

The Once & Future King (T.H. White)

To Say Nothing of the Dog (Connie Willis)

Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)

The Once and Future Witches (Alix E. Harrow)

A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking (T. Kingfisher)

The Story of a Seagull and the Cat Who Taught Her to Fly/Historia de una gaviota y del gato que le enseñó a volar (Luis Sepúlveda)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield)

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride (Roshani Chokshi)

This Is How You Lose the Time War (Max Gladstone, Amal El-Mohtar)

If We Were Villains (M.L. Rio)

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez)

We Were Liars (E. Lockhart

Boy Swallows Universe (Trent Dalton)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi)

The Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern)

Swordspoint (Ellen Kushner)

To Be Taught If Fortunate (Becky Chambers)

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Becky Chambers)

Record of a Spaceborn Few (Becky Chambers)

Inkdeath (Cornelia Funke)

Every Heart a Doorway (Seanan McGuire)

Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)

Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)

Flowers for Algernon (Daniel Keyes)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Shirley Jackson)

Nightrunner series (Lynn Flewelling)

Wind, Sand and Stars (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)

The Narrow Road Between Desires (Patrick Rothfuss)

Winter's End (Jean-Claude Mourlevat)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (Stephen Chbosky)

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)

The House of Shattered Wings (Aliette de Bodard)

The Looking-Glass Wars (Frank Beddor)

L'Ecume des Jours / Froth on the Daydream (Boris Vian)

The Phantom of the Opera (Gaston Leroux)

The Elegance of the Hedgehog (Muriel Barbery)

A Midsummer Night's Dream (William Shakespeare)

[bloggerbhanumathi]

Breaking the Myth: Menstrual Cups and Virginity – A Guide for Beginners

Menstruation cups have become increasingly popular as a low-cost and environmentally pleasant replacement for conventional menstruation products. They create an excessive demand as many women have ecologically friendly choices. But misunderstandings are also at the upward thrust, specifically in terms of virginity. It is imperative to dispel these beliefs to empower customers and sell knowledgeable selection-making.

Promoting a more high-quality view of menstruation calls for dispelling myths about virginity, which is a complicated social assemble unrelated to using menstrual cups. By busting myths and promoting open discussions about menstrual fitness and cup use, this blog aims to teach beginners and provide accurate records.

Understanding Virginity

A thin membrane that surrounds the vaginal front called the hymen is typically associated with virginity, a social construct. Despite popular belief, virginity is a complex cultural construct associated with only a few physical indicators, including the hymen. These false beliefs are maintained by spreading misinformation and shame. It is crucial to address these misconceptions and promote an expanded knowledge of virginity, which recognizes one's judgments and decisions.

What Are Menstrual Cups?

Menstruation cups are bell-formed clinical-grade silicone-made devices. They function through collecting, instead of absorbing, menstrual blood. The cup unfolds and creates a seal when customers fold and put it into the vagina. An eco-friendly, best, and leak-evidence substitute for traditional sanitary items, the cup is empty and washed every 4 to 12 hours.

History And Popularity Of Mensural Cups

Since its invention in the 1930s, menstruation cups have had a long and illustrious record. Due to growing environmental awareness, the customer calls for sustainable menstruation products; their reputation has exploded in recent years.

How Do Menstrual Cups Work?

Bell-formed objects, known as menstruation cups, are placed in the vagina to gather menstrual blood. They shape a seal to stop leaks because they are manufactured from bendy materials like silicone. Blood is drawn, drained, and cleansed, after which it is refilled. Because cups don't soak up blood like pads or tampons, they are more low-cost and environmentally pleasant. Compared to traditional objects, they are more fluid-resistant, safe, and friendly.

Debunking the Myth: Can Menstrual Cups Affect Virginity?

Exploring the myth that menstruation cups affect virginity is the focus of this synopsis. It debunks misconceptions by stating that using menstruation cups does not affect the integrity of the hymen, empowering people with truthful knowledge.

The Anatomy Of The Hymen

A thin membrane next to the vaginal entrance is called the hymen. It is resilient and varies certainly, stretching, ripping, or sporting away over the years because of hormone fluctuations and physical exercising. It is crucial to realize these strategies to debunk myths regarding the hymen's characteristics in determining virginity.

Examining The Myths Related To Menstruation Cups And Virginity

It also dispels the common idea that virginity is only associated with hymen intactness. It pursues to bust myths that perpetuate stigma and provide a more correct and informed view of reproductive fitness by examining the gap between menstrual cup use and virginity and disputing this false assumption.

Medical Evidence And Expert Opinions

Myths about menstruation cups and virginity are dispelled with the help of medical facts and professional perspectives. It provides evidence-based information to dispel myths and reassure people about the efficacy and safety of using menstruation cups through scientific research and perspectives from healthcare experts.

Benefits And Advantages Of Menstrual Cups For Beginners

Menstrual cups offer beginners a cheap, environmentally friendly, and sustainable alternative. Reusable substances, minimum environmental results, and extended use cause them to be a reliable and comfortable menstrual hygiene option.

Comfort And Convenience

Menstrual cups provide unmatched comfort and convenience for first-timers. They are easily in shape due to their flexible creation, making carrying them painless for lengthy periods. Menstrual cups are also a desired opportunity due to their price-effectiveness, less environmental impact, and convenience of longer-lasting safety. It allows humans to enter a sustainable and person-pleasant menstrual hygiene solution.

Cost-Effectiveness And Environmental Sustainability

Menstruation cups are a high-quality choice for beginners because they are much less expensive and environmentally pleasant. Cups are a preliminary expenditure, but save money over the years in preference to throwaway options. Additionally, because they may be reusable, they help reduce waste, making them a sustainable, environmentally beneficial menstrual practice.

Health Benefits

For new customers, menstruation cups offer a bunch of fitness benefits. They inspire perfect pH balance, reduce the risk of bacterial infections, and reduce the hazard of contamination and allergic responses linked with traditional merchandise. Menstrual cups also don't incorporate any dangerous chemicals, making them a secure and environmentally beneficial desire for controlling menstrual flow.

How To Choose And Use A Menstrual Cup

When deciding on a menstruation cup, length, flexibility, and material must be considered. To use, fold it, then insert it, ensuring the seal is correct. Optimizing consolation and efficacy requires everyday cleansing and adherence to hints.

Selecting The Right Size And Shape

Choosing and using a menstrual cup involves selecting the right size and shape. Beginners must consider factors including age, drift, and childbirth records. A proper match ensures consolation and effectiveness. Insertion techniques and preserving hygiene are also crucial for a seamless and successful revel in with menstrual cups.

Insertion Techniques And Tips

Learning insertion procedures is necessary for selecting and using a menstrual cup. To fold a cup correctly, beginners should establish a comfortable position and relax. Taking care to aim for the lower back, slowly slide the cup into the vagina. Make sure the seal is tight by turning or lightly pulling on the stem, and then make any necessary comfort adjustments.

Maintenance And Care

Maintaining and caring for a menstrual cup is easy and vital for the most desirable use. Regularly smooth the cup with moderate, unscented soap and water, ensuring thorough rinsing. Between cycles, sterilize the cup as endorsed. Store it in a breathable pouch. Adhering to these practices guarantees hygiene, longevity, and comfortable enjoyment.

Conclusion

Finally, by demonstrating the negligible impacts on the hymen's integrity, this blog has disproved the myth that relates menstruation cups to virginity. Dispelling these myths gives newcomers the confidence to embrace menstrual cups. Researching the environmental and health benefits and offering advice on proper insertion and sizing help people make informed decisions. 

Additionally, it fosters an atmosphere of transparency and education, encouraging the use of menstruation cups positively and inclusively and giving individuals the confidence to challenge menstruation-related societal norms. Additionally, during menstruation, Bliss Natural Organic Sanitary Napkins provide unmatched comfort and protection. Crafted from organic materials, they put sustainability first, guaranteeing a secure and environmentally responsible option for women's hygienic needs.

[modern-melancholia]

What were you fucking yourself with in your breaking your hymen audio?

just two fingers. it felt very tight and kinda painful when i was fingering myself and when i stopped the recording, i looked down and noticed my fingers were covered in blood

i wish i had a more fun answer for you, like a dildo or something cause i do want one of those really bad

[libidomechanica]

“Where none likewise her face: now I have remembering love”

Hark! Ah, Gossip dear, of which keepe, may poured out of     state, and low, called me half-blind: I stood, before the large excitement of expect you. How     the prince, trampled year, I felt as also

crown older, dismantle head, and deface turn’d     her dream of your ain sweet, some recorded, apt at arms; but such wealth bring in hand, turning     to see it goes blacke inough in belts

of the king his throne, and her end! Though that which     attire creeps rustling so long breeze that propitious succession by the sun upon the     silken court itself, and lives and think

of haggard seemes a year when I feel, fair the     must I understand? On such delight, then comes and to bear: I lay on the faem, thy vassal     blest; whose enchantments of the Weirdlaw

Hill, Last little with me, my dear. Which of the     like smoke go up the retreat deep in the tubes and triple-arch’d the longingly I looked     up in her hollow locks for it and

wing’d St. Where none likewise her face: now I have     remembering love. A clown, and eventually though our home, my brother locks for the gates, and     sweet more bright? And built a license and

her soiled, unmixed to clyme, and the days, called Marriage?     They were clear the serious thine, that all this once, you surety foremost fervently,     and there we hurried men; for Hymen,

Hymen Hymen io Hymen io Hymen     freedom broad Hellespont! Flames with him, soft ringlets I display, a plenteous battled die.     Shade, I find greatest rival brings friends.

Fair breath of air, to which the Phoebus, father. Because     he never had my daughter: for here. Am I mad, that man I do not to my     threshold, my loue doth lips of this year

to the West. Who chucks it all the cove will be the     best, simply using there the huge trees were made, the bride and all your price if you will I     take the languish’d, they made them say more.

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Maxime De Bollivier – No Rules For Monster (Album – Digital/Vinyl – Hymen Records)

http://dlvr.it/TBfN1j

[kaichousakurai]

Shouji Sakurai Mix 20240422

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIwHAX8PlI8 01 Le Moderniste / End it all 00:00 https://moderntinnitustheory.bandcamp.com/album/lac-phale

02 Crime Die / Square & α Wave (FLUX Musical Art) 1 03:50 https://fluxmusicalart.bandcamp.com/album/connections-part-ii

03 Converter / Dream Converter (Hymen) 10:15 https://hymen-records.bandcamp.com/album/coma

04 Moment of Terror / Kingdom Of Heaven (N.I.M Tapes) 13:34 https://nim-tapes.bandcamp.com/album/unification-of-harsh-realities-vol-2

05 Stave / Black Hills (Standards & Practices) 16:24 https://stanprac.bandcamp.com/album/black-hills

06 Radial / Exercise 2 (Go Hiyama remix) (Radial Records) 18:31 https://radialrecs.bandcamp.com/album/partch-exercises-remixed

07 Kay Mascara / October 8 (PUBLIC SEX REGIME) 23:08 https://publicsexregime.bandcamp.com/album/final-selection

08 Gutenberg / Class Action -Luke Slater Cover- 26:19 https://soundcloud.com/gutenbergks/class-action-luke-slater-cover

09 Gamlaskatten / Prototype (audiophob) 29:15 https://audiophob.bandcamp.com/album/voltage

10 Delectro / Lies (Bombtrap-Records) 33:10 https://bombtrap-records.bandcamp.com/album/bombtrap-16-2

11 Junji Ono a.k.a NOISECONCRETE / Winter (Crime Die Remix) (faktoria) 36:58 https://faktoria.bandcamp.com/album/late-night-techno

12 Distortion six / Sane 40:55 https://distortionsix.bandcamp.com/album/torquetur

13 Gutenberg / Unrelease Track 43:33

14 Jenn Vix - Dirk Ivens / fuck, rinse, repeat (ant-zen) 47:07

15 Radial / Analog Supplies (Mord) 50:47

16 Gutenberg / Bad Boy -The Advent Cover- 52:38

17 Fireground / Scirocco (Tresor) 57:51

18 Balrog / Control the Night (Instruments Of Discipline) 1:01:35

19 hyDrone / …Rest (Le Petit Machiniste) 1:04:54

[dustedmagazine]

Michael Feuerstack — Eternity Mongers (Forward Music Group)

Photo by Anneke Hymen

Michael Feuerstack’s songs have a warm, burnished glow. His music sticks to the time-tested accoutrements of indie pop—acoustic guitars, shuffling drums, thready little melodies bolstered by lush female harmonies, occasional bursts of saxophone—but infuses them with depth and resonance. The words are simple but cleverly arranged, a workingman’s poetry delivered in a weathered tenor, but slyly subverting expectations. The best comparison, maybe, is David Bazan, whose songs feel plainly made and straightforward but reveal sharp insight and, sometimes, hidden cosmologies.

Feuerstack was one of two singer-songwriter-guitarists in Wooden Stars (along with Julien Beillard), a quirky, sometimes even mathy Montrealean indie pop band best known for its work with Julie Doiron. This solo record runs far more placidly, at least on the surface, than the Wooden Stars’ debut, The Very Same, though there are pockets of eccentricity even within these well-polished grooves.  You just have to look for them.

Indeed, Eternity Mongers’ best trick is lulling you into thinking you’re hearing garden variety indie pop, then pulling you up short. “You’re Mind’s Made Up,” an early single, proceeds with the easiest kind of flow, winding down warm currents of sax and massed vocals like an inner tube-ist on the first hot day. And yet, even here, amid the gentle contours of a song about spring coming and love ending, some existential posers rear their heads. “Am I getting through to you/If I pretend you’re someone else?” asks Feuerstack, and all of the sudden things don’t seem as clear and easy as before.

“Big Sails” likewise slouches deep in the pocket, its verse propped up by the bump of bass, the vibrato trill of organ but just barely; it seems always on the verge of drifting off into a nap. But listen to the way the guitar solo cuts right through it, or how the chorus opens up into an epic resolution. “I’ve got no particular place to go/Floating points in the distance glow/my passage is uneventful/I want to go where the big sails go,” and abruptly the song is no longer about staring off at the ocean, but instead about life and purpose and mortality.

The arrangements are integral to the way these songs pop, with Feuerstack himself singing, playing guitar and synths and occasionally weaving in some pedal steel. His core band—Michael Belyea on kit and other percussion, Kyle Cunjak playing bass and organ—grounds these melodies in an unhurried, unshowy well, while not one but two woodwind-ists blow in on saxophone, flute and clarinet.

Yet even so, the songs feel spare and unfettered, as on “Disenchanted” where the thump of drums, the nod of bass, the eerie flare of organ enhance, rather than dilute, an essential stillness. “You try to get a leg up, mind your inner child” sings Feuerstack, as a woman’s voice wafts up and around him. “You punch the clock and do your time/but the corridor goes on for miles.” It sounds exhausting, dispiriting, discouraging, but the song lifts up into transcendence and it’s hardly sad at all.

Jennifer Kelly