boy taught by god

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The Most Beautiful Boy in the World Pt. 1 (Read Right to Left)

I decided I wanted to create a little comic series based on this post. So, featuring Oikawa’s terrible fashion sense, here’s part one to something that I might make into a little series? Who knows~ ♡

Title: Faget
Ship:Ryden
Description: Two sexually frustrated teenage boys have to clean up their teacher’s classroom with no one else in the building.
Genre: Smut
Author’s Note: for kari’s birthday bc she’s a ryden slut tbh. i put too much detail in about mormonism but i swear to god what i wrote is factual bc my grandpa is literally in the stake presidency which is hella high up and my mom did real estate in vegas so yeah

Ryan scrunched up his nose. It smelled like mold on the lower floors. He’d told Mrs. Holladay countless times to get it checked out but she just didn’t listen. He thought that private schools clearly had enough money to pay to call in a contractor but they seemed to be too busy spending it on things like carpeting for the old wooden staircases and dry erase markers that you couldn’t recycle. Privates schools were absolute overpriced dumps he decided; they were like landfills for funding.

Mr. Wentz slapped his marker on his palm to signal the two students to look up at him. “Alrighty,” he shouted when they both cooperated. “So, Ryan you’re here for you know, detention, and Brendo, well you’re just an impeccably good student to the point that it’s almost annoying. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to give you a harsher punishment Ryan, but you really didn’t do much wrong and it’s a lot easier if you and Brendon just work together. You two are just going to clean up the classroom, okay? I’m pretty sure the custodians are sick of you kids and your sh– stuff” Ryan rolled his eyes and inhaled. It was a pretty easy punishment though and he was grateful for that.

Brendon always cleaned up for the teachers. He was the most reliable student ever, some teachers liked him more than others because of it but they were all glad he wasn’t causing any trouble. He went exactly by what his family taught him, to always do far more for others than you would do for yourself and more importantly, to be obedient. It was also sort of a church thing but he liked the message and chose to do it however he could. It was sort of funny, his sisters were supposed to be the ones that cleaned and cooked and took care of everyone but he did that more than any of them did. Then again, one of them was already married so she was almost completed with what she needed to do in life, she just needed to have children. Brendon was so excited for her to start a family, he was really good with kids.

The teacher left the room and left Brendon a key because he trusted him enough to lock up because everyone else had left. Ryan looked up at the oak framed clock, it was 4:55. Brendon already had a broom and was staring wide eyed at the key in his hand. Ryan mentally laughed a bit, Brendon was fifteen and still acted like a fifth grader that wanted to impress all of his teachers to get gold stars on his homework more often.

“So, uh, what did you get detention for?” Brendon stumbled on his words. He was so bad at talking to new people, especially people older than him. Ryan was a junior, meaning that in a way he was better than Brendon. That wasn’t technically true but Brendon thought he was below everyone and that’s why he had to be so obedient. It made perfect sense to him.

“Wearing makeup,” Ryan answered confidently. He was actually really insecure about it, it was humiliating to work up that much confidence and be rejected by both his peers and school. All he wantes to do was wear silver eyeshadow, it made him feel powerful. He’d gotten so good at doing his makeup, it was an art and he wouldn’t let anyone tell him it wasn’t. It was pretty and he liked being pretty.

“Oh,” Brendon nearly squeaked. He’d never met a boy that wears makeup, that was a thing that only girls did. “Isn’t that a little, uh, gay?”

“No,” Ryan snapped back defensively. “I like Keltie, I’m not gay and makeup doesn’t mean you’re gay, it means you like makeup.” Brendon had never thought about that. He just thought that if you did something that only girls were supposed to do, you were gay because people who are attracted to men have to be feminine. He’d never questioned the reasoning behind it, it hadn’t seemed so flawed before. He’d always been told that if people don’t do things to make themselves feel good and if they did, they were selfish.

Brendon had liked a girl named Audrey who got suspending for dyeing her hair pink. He had to admit that he thought it looked sort of cool but it was against dress code and his mom would beat him with a wooden spoon if starting dating a girl with unnatural colored hair. Plus he had absolutely no chance with her, she was gorgeous and sort of rebellious and sweet and perfect and he just had a bad Beatles haircut and liked to mop and spend hours his playstation. It was one of God’s cruel jokes to a teenage boy except Brendon wouldn’t phrase it like that because he was taught God did no harm unless it was necessary. It was almost impressive how church oriented his family managed to be despite living in Las Vegas where prostitution is legal and you were able to find a strip club by simply looking out your window. The last part wasn’t really true but it was definitely a city centered on money and sexuality and funny enough, most of the casinos were owned by the LDS church.

“So, I’ll sweep if you wipe off the desks, okay?” Brendon offered nervously. Ryan nodded and went to grab a rag off of one of the desks. He was dreading getting gum off of the bottoms of desks with all of his heart. Kids were so gross, Ryan wished he could say he didn’t understand why but he understood a bit too well. For one thing, it was easy just to make others clean up after your shit, it required absolutely no real effort and they weren’t stupid, they knew that they’d never be held accountable for anything.

Brendon spent more of his time bent over with the dustpan than he did actually collecting the dirt and particles that went inside. Ryan didn’t even bother to thoroughly scrub the desks, they’d get dirty and scuffed up again anyway. Yet every time he brushed over the ugly oak desks, he thought about all of the gum underneath and more gum to be stuck underneath and nearly cringed. By the time he made it to his third desk he began gagging and ran to the trash can to regurgitate all of the contents in his stomach thanks to the stupid stale invisible desk gum. He leaned over and let the acid run over his teeth and feel even more disgusted than before.

Brendon certainly didn’t have any empathy for him, he began laughing and very loudly at that. Ryan continued coughing and gagging before grabbing the unopened water bottle Mr. Wentz left on his desk and turning around to chastise Brendon. He chugged the water to rinse away all of the aftertaste of his own vomit.

“What do you think is so fucking funny?” Ryan scowled. Brendon kept on giggling and covered his mouth to calm down and tried to recompose himself.

“I’ve never seen someone puke just from cleaning,” Brendon nearly snorted. Ryan flared his nostrils and put down the water bottle again and watched Brendon. Brendon kept carrying on, now cackling because of how upset Ryan had gotten. Ryan was waiting for him to shut up a bit but that took a while. Motivated by rage and embarrassment, Ryan ran over to younger one and pushed him to the ground and nearly knocked the wind out of him. “What was that for?” Brendon wheezed.

Ryan threw his legs over both of Brendon’s sides and pushed his hands into his shoulders to pin him down.

“You little shit,” Ryan hissed at the boy who was now below him. Brendon looked like he was still in shock from being knocked over. It hurt his tailbone and head a bit but he was alright, his lungs just weren’t fully functioning yet from having all of the air drawn from them. When he did begin breathing, it was more like panting, it came in short heavy spurts and he had to try not to start coughing.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded once his breathing was back to normal. Ryan stared down at him and contemplated how to punish him for laughing at him and wrestling was the only thing that came to mind. They both weighed like a hundred pounds though but then it would be sort of a fair fight. The only problem was that Ryan couldn’t do anything physically draining to save his life and Brendon probably couldn’t either. He was starting to lose his balance the more he thought and when he tried to recompose it, he felt a little twitch of sorts beneath him.

“You fucker,” he whispered at Brendon. Okay maybe Ryan was a little gay but obviously so was Brendon. The boy below him gulped and didn’t bother to move because he didn’t know what to do. After an almost agonizingly long amount of time since he was being pinned down, Ryan leaned down his torso and brought his lips to Brendon’s. At first it wasn’t really contact until they both started getting more into it and Ryan loosened his hold above Brendon. They started sort of lazily grinding, not really making any progress before Brendon wiggled out from underneath Ryan and Ryan was left on his back.

Brendon crawled over to Ryan’s legs and lay over them to get access to the waistband of his pants. He fiddled with the belt, getting it off rather quickly due to experience from with getting his off after church because the pants he had to wear to sacrament burned and itched. He unzipped them and pulled them down to about Ryan’s knees. Ryan had really long white legs that Brendon was almost tempted to stroke because they looked so clean. Brendon waited a moment before pulling down his boxers. He’d really never considered giving fellatio before but there he was. He pulled them down at last and contemplated how to start.

Brendon had never even seen another penis besides his own. He thought they all sort of looked the same unless they were old and wrinkly and had only masturbated three times. Ryan let out a shaky sigh from waiting and lack of stimulation and need for stimulation. Brendon put his hand on Ryan’s hips and lowered his mouth down onto the head of Ryan’s dick.

“Hold down your left thumb,” Ryan instructed. Brendon looked up confused. “It reduces your gag reflex.” Brendon had never even considered his gag reflex and immediately took Ryan’s advice due to memories of the dentist having to put in his palate expander three times due to his tongue pushing it out. He resumed what he was doing before starting sucking, not knowing what to do. He tightly gripped his thumb and attempted to take all of it in at one. His gag reflex didn’t totally go away,causing him to cough a bit and his throat muscles to act. Ryan moaned at the constriction which Brendon thought was pretty weird but didn’t say anything about it.

Brendon lifted up his head up and flattened out his tongue and licked up the bottom of Ryan’s dick. He stuck his mouth back where it was and started twirling his tongue around the head looking for some sort of positive reaction. Ryan let out more shaky moans and Brendon took it as a sign to continue. He licked over the top where the slit was and then but his mouth down further. “Holy fuck Brendon,” Ryan gasped. He was close to ejaculating and didn’t alert Brendon of it. Brendon kept on his using his tongue and hollowed out his cheeks the more he went down.

Ryan gave out around the time Brendon’s gag reflex kicked in the second time. Brendon lifted his head off and began coughing before spitting it out on top of his hand.

“Sorry I didn’t warn you,” Ryan leaned forward on his elbows. Brendon kept coughing and tried too steady out his breathing so he could respond.

“No, it’s fine. Uh, sorry if I did a bad job,” Brendon apologized. Ryan shook his head and wiped off his nose with his left hand.

“No, it was good. I’m assuming that’s the first time you’ve given head,” Ryan looked up at the ceiling light above him before making eye contact with Brendon.

“Yeah,” Brendon laughed. Ryan began putting on his clothes and trying to get himself together again.

“Should we, uh, finish cleaning?” Ryan offered unsurely. He really didn’t want to finish scrubbing Mr. Wentz’s classroom after that whole experience between puking and getting blown. Brendon scanned the room and contemplated it a bit.

“No, I don’t think so. I doubt Mr. Wentz will mind,” Brendon said quietly. Ryan grinned and they both rose to their feet. The clock said it was now 5:20 and they both needed to get homework done and get home so they didn’t get reprimanded by parents. Brendon grabbed the broom and dustpan from behind him. “I have to drop these off at the supply closet,” Brendon explained. Ryan nodded and grabbed the rag from the desk he was working on before handing it over to wash Ryan’s semen off of his hand. “Oh, thanks.”

They both walked out of the building together and stood awkwardly at the doors in front of the gravel parking lot.

“Um, I’m going to go walk home,” Ryan stuttered. Brendon nodded and looked out at the parking lot.

“Yeah, my mom’s here.”

“Oh.”

“So, uh, see you tomorrow?” Brendon half smiled.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Ryan nearly bit his tongue. He knew it probably wouldn’t happen and that they’d just be awkward and distant but it was nice to lie.

Yuuri u can't look ur boyfriend in the eye and say that you're surprised to see him cry you're suppose to hug the shit out of him and tell him that everything's gonna be okay ur mother taught u better than that what the fuck boy
I can’t form beautiful sentences anymore, it’s as if every person has taken a piece of me with them; with no intention of giving it back
I’m tired, and I’m so confused. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I thought green eyes were endearing, and maybe they are
maybe that’s why the second boy took the initiative to get a closer look at me
he had no insecurities, he had no doubt in himself at all
he was a snake with hazel eyes and he wore them better than an oak tree in the sunlight
his lips tasted like raspberry vodka, his embrace felt like 10 shots later and when he left, I was hungover…. but I lived; the smell of raspberries still leaves me nauseous though
“but I lived.” this fragmented sentence resonates in my mind months after every bullet to the chest, but that doesn’t make the impact any less painful
eyes are enough to draw them in, but once a boy takes a look inside my mind they leave
but the third boy didn’t
the third boy saw depth in my pupils and he constellated Orion’s Belt in the freckles on my cheeks
he told me he was in love with me, and that my worth to him would forever be unknown
and unknown it still is, for when I gave him the opportunity to make a home in my heart he dusted the shelves and rearranged the furniture but decided it wasn’t as beautiful of a home as he thought it was when he first saw it, and moved out
I’ve given three boys a shot and three shots multiplied by a dozen have been given to me in forms of vodka and beer and damn, hard drinks are suppose to keep you warm but when it’s 10 degrees with the wind chill and there’s bullet holes through my chest, I couldn’t feel more chilled
the very idea of intoxicating myself leaves me feeling buzzed, and I thought it was suppose to be all fun and games or that’s what the first boy taught me
you would have thought I had known God himself by the way the words spilled from my lips when speaking about this boy
I really loved him.
my friends thought he was arrogant, and that he cared for no one but himself but I always saw where the light was reflected in his dark eyes and when he told me he wanted to be just friends I choked on my regrets and in attempt to vomit out every word he ever said to me, nothing came up and in that moment I realized how empty I really was
maybe it was in the lack of affection he received, that he slowly crawled back to me
I remember it had been a 7 month gap from the first time I had kissed him to the next, and when his lips met mine for the second time I had never felt so intoxicated.
his fingers laced in mine, was like taking 7 shots of fireball and his hand in my hair was like drinking Absolute straight from
the bottle and I swear to God I’ve been searching for this same type of buzz ever since him and the only thing that’s ever been able to numb me like his touch has been his absence and the taste of vodka in my throat and I’ll be damned if the tears in my eyes at this moment aren’t made of vodka itself
the third boy thought I had a drinking problem, but God dammit I can’t help that I’ve felt such a void in my chest ever since my heart was broken for the first time and
that alcohol numbs me to the point where I believe maybe the void is filled; only to wake up in the morning with a headache and violet bruises under my eyes and I promise I want to be different but when I look in the mirror and all I see is a ghost of the person the third boy told me I used to be, it’s hard not to crumble onto the bathroom floor and relive every night I spent in agonizing pain trying to forget the first boy that broke me.
God, the first boy had dark eyes and so I’ve been in constant search for bright eyes but green and blue eyes have brought me nothing but darkness and when new lips kiss me with desire I believe them so simply even when they gave me nothing to believe in
I was so desperate to get over the first boy that I attached myself to every boy who’s lips grazed my neck and I found myself lonelier than before
I’m so sick of falling for people and being dropped back onto the cold tile of the bathroom floor and sometimes I wish I could just drown in the bathtub that has been my loyal companion night after night, but instead I just sit staring blankly wondering if I’ll ever be embraced into arms that intend on keeping me around
—  constantly feeling empty and alone

edgebug  asked:

i'm just looking at that RLT dance gif and I'm just picturing Oswald and Jim are in some situation like maybe undercover and they have to daNCE and Oswald just. MCFREAKIN' LOSES IT HE JSUT STARTS TEARING UP THE DANCE FLOOR HE JUST FREAKING GOES FOR IT AND JIM IS PRETTY MUCH STRUCK COMPLETELY SILENT BY IT LIKE... DEAR GOD... LOOK AT HIM GO... OH MY GOD WHO TAUGHT THIS BOY TO TWERK

Oswald is killing it on the dance floor. He is enjoying himself but also trying to get a rise out of Jim, which is definitely working.